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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m following someone, a female friend, and she leads me into a restaurant and on through to the backroom. I was under the impression thatthey needed help and that it might be fun to give assistance. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The room I walk in to is not a restaurant kitchen, but somesort of manufacturing warehouse. The walls are high but appear to be made ofclay or concrete, unusual for such a spacious room. Some of the equipment andwork stations appear like an old glass-blowing factory. In the ceiling there isa slow-moving vent fan that does little to alleviate the heat, though I see noopen flames or extreme sources of heat. I know it feels warm yet no one appearssweaty, though everyone is dressed for warm temperatures, overalls and shortsleeve shirts. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman continues on past several stations and passes aman whom she speaks to briefly about me, then walks past him and out of mysight. The man, who is brown –skinned like a man from India and has dark hairapproaches me, and I begin to take off my shirt. I am not sure why I am takingoff my shirt but it appeared right at the time. The man is holding up a leadvest, and says, “The first thing we need to do is get the lead vest on you. It’llkeep you safe.” This is when I realize that there is indeed fire and heatinvolved in working in this room, and the vest this man is offering me will donothing to protect 85% of my body. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I start backing away from the man, attempting to get myshirt back on. I become indignant and say, “No way! Who do you think you are?Do you realize who I am?!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk away from him hurriedly and the location shifts to alarge home, almost palatial, perched on a hillside. The building is white, butnot brightly so, and has multiple levels and terraces with terrific views ofthe surrounding countryside. I am inside and holding a drink, and I am royalty.I also appear to be masculine, an unusual role in my dream, but I am talkingwith someone who is perhaps an advisor. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man I am talking with is telling me about somethingmundane, an upcoming appointment or business affair which I must attend. I callhis attention to a woman standing among other people in the home, a beautifulwoman who appears in her mid-twenties, standing with her back to me, part of agroup of women who appear to be servants and various…guests? He tells me thatshe belongs to the Jade Dragon, and the mark on her back denotes that.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The Jade Dragon mark denotes someone who is very importantand is a special mark. The person with such a mark is feared and revered, asshe can bring fortune or pain. My advisor doesn’t tell me this but somehow Iseem to know it innately.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Everybody leave!” I command. “Everybody out!” I have myadvisor and all the other women leave the room, and because I am king they allfollow my orders. “Except you.” The beautiful woman stays, and I come closer toher.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This woman is naturally beautiful. She appears to be Asianin heritage. Her skin glows as it is illuminated by the torches in the room,which weren’t there just moments before. Her hair is dark and full, flowing butnot longer than her shoulders. There are hints of auburn in her hair, but shedoesn’t color it. Her skin is tan and glistens, almost like she has beenrecently wet or rained on. Her smile is natural and comes easy to her face, butdoesn’t look overly toothy or fake. Her eyes are dark, possibly brown, but itis hard to tell in the dim light of the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She fills me with light. She is warmth. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the woman’s back is the mark of the Jade Dragon, visiblebecause her gown is open in back, low-cut but not so low as to be overlyrevealing. The mark consists of raised lines, almost like thick scars, in theshape of a serpent climbing up her back with its head near her right shoulderblade. Surrounding the serpent is the shape of a shield, or marker, a shapewhich denotes the crest of the Jade Dragon and symbolizes power that issupernatural. I can only see three-quarters of the mark as part of her gownhanging over her left shoulder hides part of the mark.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I talk to her, and we get along instantly, and it hasnothing to do with me being king. Her face lights up as I talk to her, asthough no one has been kind to her in many years, and she doesn’t feelthreatened by me. Conversation flowsnaturally, and we end up lying on the floor and talking over drinks. A fire isburning behind us, and I can see the hearth over her back, slightly blurry inthe background of my vision. I am concentrating on her.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am no longer king, but merely a person trying to know thewoman before me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I want to kiss her,to touch her, and various erotic thoughts do enter my mind, but I do none ofthese things with her, and we are connecting on a deeper level even withoutspeaking. It feels like we both need each other.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I talk to her I discover she does not know what wordsare. She knows how to speak, she knows that language exists, but she has neverseen words, nor has she been exposed to writing. I promise to teach her and sheis genuinely pleased. I feel glad I can help her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She wonders why people treat her so, why people shun her andfear her. People turn her away from their shops and it hurts her feelings, butlife has always been such. I find it hard to fathom also, and clearly none ofthe local people have ever taken time to know her beyond myth. She is caringand compassionate, gentle in spirit, and happiness finds her easily when she isshown kindness. It’s painful to think she has been dealt such injustice, likecaging a beautiful animal in a prison that has no bars.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Talking to her makes me feel warm inside, and even magical,like first love. I am aware she has special abilities but they are neverrevealed in the dream. I feel connected to her like on one else has ever mademe feel, and it has nothing to do with her stunning beauty, nor the wine wedrink, nor the visibility of so much of her back. It’s as if we should haveknown each other for years, centuries, perfect pieces of a puzzle made for two,only now finding each other.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I want to know more.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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