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I was entering a school/university to disarm a bomb hidden somewhere on the premises. I knew this, because I was being guided by a woman who could see the future. Apparently there'd been a previous timeline where the bomb's gone off, and I'd died. Bummer. (Possibly, she was also a time-traveler.) I ran up some stairs where everyone else came down. I remember thinking that at some point someone was going to try and stop me, thinking I'm a student and I should be headed for class. I don't recall how things went, but I was successful this time and the bomb was presumably disarmed. Anyway, when it was all finished, I met up with the woman again. She was a beautiful, had long red hair, and was in her to late '20s. I quite liked her, and we got along well. I didn't want this to just "end", lose touch and miss this opportunity to get to know her better. Before I woke up, I had a vision (where the line between unconscious dream and conscious imagination blurs) of her lying in bed with me.

New totalitarian regime took over the world. I decided to escape that world, and ran away from cities to a desert that was used as waste disposal until the toxicity level was too high. I wanted to create my world there, changing climate, weather, buildings and landscapes with moves of my hands.

I created beautiful swamps, forests and moors. Fields, rivers and villages. The world was beautiful but empty, as no one lived in there. I decided to call for divine intervention, and quickly a god answered my prayers. It was a Random Numbers God. He send me a prophet - a pretty, tall, redhead lady. She told me to retrieve Supernatural Dices, and my prayers would be rewarded.

I ran back to part of wasted desert that was not changed by me, and called for the prophet. She appeared immediately, and gestured. A rock spire with a teleport on top of it shot out of ground. I jumped on top of small penninsulas, and jumped into the portal.

I landed on a platform hanging in void. It had huge leaves floating on water as floor. The water was muddy, though I could see crocodiles swimming in it. My mission was simple - run to the end of it, get the dices, and run back. On the way I had to jump on the platforms, punch crocodiles and pick up smaller dices, until I got to the end and received a huge die.

I ran back, meeting the same obstacles. When I jumped out of portal, I threwn the dices at the lady and then... I appeared in my toilet. I was taking a bath in bathtub. Suddenly I just started to s**t into the water. I really felt it coming out of me, and then the whole bathroom started to stink. I cleaned it later on.

I must've rolled lots of 1 when throwing dices at the lady. RNG never liked me.

M is talking to everyone about the fact that spirits will come down to Earth, around the year 2012, in great numbers to speak to the living.

I am in some sort of camp cabin type house, on some endowment kind of lands. I get the feeling it’s a college or university, and it’s definitely in Canada. There are a lot of trees. It’s night time, and with me are a gathering of about 4 other people. We’re discussing religion, a certain type of Wicca/Pagan belief that involves a deity that appears masked and shrouded in many layers of draped cloth. She is said to come to certain devotees late in the night. After discussing this for a little while, we move on to talking about prophets. As the others are talking about some random prophet, “THE Prophet” comes to me. The others don’t seem to notice, they kind of fade into the scene, still there, but not as noticeable. The Prophet is a man, dressed in draped cloth, smiling down at me in an absolutely radiant way. The feeling that he exudes is pure love and joy. He reaches out and takes my hands, holds them gently, Even though there is a sense that he has no hands. He tells me how happy he is to have me join them. This moment seems to stretch out for a time, then it fades and the scene with the others comes back into focus. I tell them about my experience and they are all in awe. The meeting ends and we all leave. I hope that someone will walk home with me, as it’s dark and I don’t feel safe, but they all scatter in different directions before I can ask anyone.

Flash forward a bit into the future to a completely different climate, one that is warm and somewhat tropical in feeling. There are huts scattered around the landscape. They look like a futuristic version of a teepee. Someone has left the daily food ration outside the hut in a special hammock kind of thing. I go to collect it. They are gourds, and I am familiar enough with them to know that they are spiced and very tasty. I notice a woman slips by the hammock and steals some of the gourds, then hurries away. This upsets me, but I know there is nothing I can do about it, so I take the rest into the hut.

There are seating places on the floor of the hut where the residents can sit around in a circle facing each other. In my place there is a gift box, very organic looking. I pick it up and unwrap it very carefully, taking my time and enjoying the process. I can’t remember all of the items that were in there, but there was a roll of cloth with detailed instructions on how and why to wear it. It said something like “Drape this cloth over your body to cover as much flesh as you can, as your body is precious, and should be protected”. There were also a few ornate ear rings and some semi precious stones.

We’re eating the spiced gourds now, and suddenly we’re interrupted by a visit from the prophet and his “Speaker”. The Speaker is draped in so many layers (including all around the face) that it’s very difficult to tell if it’s a male or a female. S/he begins to speak and I look at her/him as s/he does. I am scolded and told to look either at the Prophet, or at the ground. We are instructed in quite a few things which I don’t remember, but I do remember something to the effect of being told we should not eat meat for some critical reason. We are allowed to eat grains (such as rice) and vegetables like the gourds we are eating now.
I realize that all the others in the hut with me are also new to this way of life, and the dream ends.