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    01 Oct: Meetings, nymph and instant karma

    by , 10-03-2010 at 11:28 PM (616 Views)
    NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

    23:30 GMT Ė Wake up

    Doing late hours
    On some office with my boyfriend. He works there. Itís on ground level, a long open space with several desks and a few cubicles. Itís 1 am and we stayed behind for him to finish some work. I then go to the entrance and meet this lady behind a desk. I ask her if sheís also working late and she tells me she is the security guard and is waiting for us to leave so she can also go home to her family. She is on her mobile talking to her kids and I feel so guilty. I go back tell my boyfriend who doesnít believe me needs to go out there and check for himself. We then try to rush up to leave and find out that more people were also still working late and also werenít aware they were keeping this lady stuck there.

    Meetings at university
    Iím with mom on the inner court of some university on a palace-like building on some foreign country. Thereís an inclined tower that used to be connected to the main building but is now falling apart. Itís being held by some scaffolds but clearly falling apart. My mom wants to go closer and take pictures but I hear it squeaking and I swear I saw it moving a few centimetres. Some people who are sitting on some terrace tables confirm it looks like itís going down soon.
    I then have to head to a meeting Iíve organised. I booked a room on this building somewhere. I try to gather people for the meeting that I encounter along the way, but still only a few come after me. I go up some stone staircase Ė the whole place looks very institutional Ė and I meet a lady with her geeky daughter. They are nervous because she is heading for an interview for an internship on the administration office. I wish her good luck but have mixed feelings. My father is always trying to convince me that a job like that is what I should aim for, because of the stability, so I kinda feel jealous of her. On the other hand I have a much more interesting life and feel luckier.
    The meeting room is circular, with a glass dome and sculptures all around, very imperial style. Only 3 people came to the meeting and soon the conversation degenerates and we donít do any work at all. Some scene of ego fighting and bad mood from some of the participants. I call it a day and we go downstairs. We enter a cafeteria and by my right side I see this amazing garden which I want to visit. Thereís a structure made from hedges and trellis in form of an ark and inside it, thereís a small zoo for the visitors. I donít like zoos but I need to see that strange and different construction. But my friend Rita is now present and tells me I can go there later, but now need to join some group around a table. One of them is a guy from my school, a former bully and I wonder what he is doing there, maybe a friend of a friend. Then I also see Lasma, a girl I met last month. When I look at her I have a vision about her. She is in the woods. The trees are naked, itís a freezing cold and a dim light - some northern country, maybe her home country. She is involved on some whistleblower activity, denouncing some crime that is being perpetrated away from public eyes. She meets some monks living in the woods and then I hear shots. They are running for cover. She is so brave going there alone to get this story out.


    5:30 GMT

    Plant Nymph
    I am in a room on some big public building, like a gallery. Itís totally empty and a bit old, with the stucco on the wall falling in some places. My dad and my boyfriend are also with me. Then on a corner I notice this bizarre green sculpture that looks like an animal with no head. As I come closer it transforms into a beautiful green woman. She has one hand rooted inside the wall and she looks a bit pale (pale green). She looks so unhappy. I ask her why and she says someone planted her inside disregarding her feelings and needs. She says the ones of her kind grow outdoors and in groups. They need sun and each otherís company and she lacks both, so she lives in hell. And because she is so deeply rooted there, if someone tries to get her out, she will die. I bring my dad and my boyfriend to meet her and they get really saddened by her story but they offer her some money and I wonder if they understand that money isnít going to make anything for her. She needs to be transplanted and that is not a matter of money but of skills and will.

    Working group and advocacy for the nymph
    I am in some classroom where all the tables are occupied. Iím sitting on the right side of a table Iím sharing with my boyfriend. Under the table on my feet are some bags I own. I just arrived, late. We are deciding as a group on topics for a later meeting. I am asked if I want to be included in the agenda and to make a presentation. I say I really donít want to but if they insist I can make a short report of some other meeting I took part in.
    Then they put me in charge of a working group that gathers on a tiny room with view over a garden. We are 4 or 5 people and everybody looks uninterested and disconnected. I sense itís gonna be a disastrous working group, unless we go out and sit on the grass..
    Then back on the classroom I use the opportunity to tell everybody about the nymph I had met before and about her situation. There are a few journalists in the room (or activists who would write something about the case to spread the word) and they are interested in knowing more. One of them is a bit ignorant and is writing on his notes that she is a bit sick and pale because she is vegetarian and I correct him by saying ďMoron, she is not vegetarian she IS a vegetable!!!ď


    6:30 GMT

    Muslim neighbourhood
    Iím crossing a muslim neighbourhood. I see a guy on a car who is totally reproving me because Iím wearing a short top and showing my belly. I pull it down a little. Then I pass by a kiosk and I see comic books. I am totally amused when I spot magazines like Uncle Scrooge, but in a muslim version. For example Gyroís Little Helper has his normal robot body but the head of a muslim with a beard and a turban. [Once again I donít mean to offend any muslim, but my mind keeps making up this crazy stuff.]
    I also pass by a muslim girl, but she is totally normal and going about her life. I then reach a main road and I sit on a kind of giant ball with a seat, that I drive through mind control and I remember crossing over some railroad tracks.


    Theatre premiŤre
    Iím on a theatre foyer and some play is premiŤring on this exact day. There are tables with material to pick up and other for sale related to the play and the actors are hanging around in their characters skin, taking pictures and talking to journalists. The main role is played by a girl about my age and the story is about her trying to manage the family business in a world of men and in a time where women and especially of her age, where not considered fit for this job. Then I spot some posters for sale about some other show or event and I get closer to read and I take note of something I read there, but then Iím pushed and pulled by two ladies who really want to buy the posters and I lose track of what I was doing.

    Sex and the city
    Later I am on a coffee table and on the table next to me are the girls from Sex and the City, making arrangements for something. They seem excited about it. I then accompany Miranda (the red hair girl) to her apartment but just as an observer, she doesnít really know Iím there. She is soaking on her bathtub and on the phone with her friends. They are all going to do something at the same time. She then gets a small device from a package and I more or less imagine whatís coming, but then I get totally surprised when she sticks it on her big toe of her right foot. She then starts feeling something, because she is clearly delighted. Apparently her friends are doing the same on their houses. Then they discuss results and decide it is quite good although not at the level of an orgasm.

    7:30 GMT

    Baby falls down the window
    On some room full of kids and a few adults taking care of them. I am just passing by to take some little girl with me to play and I meet Marco Polo there. We sit on some table to talk a little bit. The girl also sits while she waits for me. As we talk we get really close, as the table is so small. I feel his legs touching mine under the table and I sense he is desperate for my affection. So I lean and touch his forehead with my forehead. He says he is no longer with his wife and enquires me about my situation with my boyfriend. I tell him the truth, that I am still with my boyfriend and despite the fact that I love him (always did) I donít intend to leave my boyfriend for him, not now and not probably ever - at least not in this lifetime. For some reason he was hopeful of a different thing and he gets really gloomy. I get up to allow him to digest it and I go play with this little girl. I lift her up and put her on top of some shelf Ė she kinda shrinks to fit there. One of the other ladies scolds me, afraid she might fall and get hurt but I assure her I have it under control.
    Then I see my cat over a bed near a window and a kid is playing with him. I trust but I say to watch out so the cat doesnít climb to the open window and the kid actually thinks the opposite would be much more interesting and starts cornering the cat so he feels forced to go up to the window. He is laughing and saying he would love to see the cat flying down the window. I go nuts and go to the kid and kick him hard. He was a goofy 6 or 7 year old with glasses and I leave him contorting on the floor with pains. Immediately I feel so incredibly guilty and everybody runs to me in shock and to help the poor kid. This moment of distraction allowed a baby to climb up the bed and the window and only I notice this but it is already too late. When I scream to warn people about the baby he has already slipped and fell. I am horrified because I notice we are on a 3rd or 4th floor and I think the baby stands no chance of survival. I donít even have the courage to go look and see the result. I am just crying like a mad and I ask everybody who is the mother. I feel I need to be the one telling it to the mother. But nobody knows.
    I go out and look for his mother everywhere. I canít find her and then I encounter the ladies who were watching over the kids on that room where it happened. They tell me theyíve deliberated that it was all my fault, that because of me the baby had fell. ďWhat?Ē I wasnít even in charge of looking after any kid, I was just passing by and got involved in some events that somehow led to it... Then I connect the dots and think this was all instant effect of bad karma for having kicked the other kid and is totally deserved that I get the blame, even if I know I am not really responsible and they are just trying to frame to get rid of trouble.
    Then I arrive at this room where I see a lady surrounded by people comforting her and I assume she must be the one and that the news run faster than I thought. So I sit by their side and wait for an opportunity to tell her how terribly sorry I am. But they look at me surprised by my presence and ask me what I want. I say itís about the baby and they say ďBaby, what baby?Ē. Upsss, wrong person. Apparently they were watching a documentary before I arrived, it was about heirloom tomatoes and about a guyís quest to preseve its seeds and for some reason this lady had suffered quite an emotional blow from seeing it (maybe it was her dead husband or something). Then 2 ladies who were sitting by my side ask me what happened, that they realise something bad happened out there but they donít know what. I tell them yes, something terrible happen and then my cat (in RL) wakes me up.


    08:45 GMT - Wake up

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    Updated 10-04-2010 at 10:30 AM by 34880

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