This dream story gets crazier and crazier, now read this dream I had this morning March 27th 2011 at around 9am :
"I was in Rotterdam in the Van Oosterzeestraat 77a, the street I spent my first 15 years, so I grew up there.
I was standing in my brother's room, which is situated on the street side. I was very enthusiastic because I could rent Ton's room and the room of my other brothers, Patrick and Mark, which was situated at the garden side, so the back side.
The house doesn't exist anymore, but in this dream is was very alive.
The middle room, where I used to live, I didn't rent, I think.
I was totally happy to be one of the first white people who moved back in his neighborhood that was totally "taken over" by foreigners the last decades
I was also happy because the boxing school was in the neighborhood (the dots are not working anymore so it reads a bit strange now) now I could go boxing every day
I walked through the neighborhood and walked into a house which was for rent too
I met a girl there from twenty years of age en she asked me my ID she was surprised to see me there I showed her my ID from the housing corporation and she was okay with it
I could rent that house too
Then I walked further and saw a moroccan with a big sign around his neck he stood still and I could read what was on that sign it said :
"No more white people here !"
I walked into a community centre and the moroccans had their own place there< I watched from my spot in the white area towards the moroccan hangout and saw many gambling machines there
"That suits them", I thought.
I walked further and ended up in a room that needed a make over, I saw Hrday Chaitanya there, the Temple President from a Hare Krishna community, and I asked him if I could fix the room.
He agreed and I was happy.
END OF DREAM
Now, as I said, crazier and crazier, this dream is telling me that I would develop the desire to go back to Rotterdam here.
That's okay with me, as long as I stop buying weed in the coffeeshop and as long as it happens at the end of this summer, because Rotterdam is cool to live in and I can make music with my friends in my band.
So it's all good, but the racist moroccan didn't want white people in the neighborhood anymore, probably to keep the neighborhood "pure", so no whites.
What a gratitude !!!
Anyway, this is weird, because in the first dream of this thread I supposed to be scared in Rotterdam, like I escaped the city because of the muzzies.
It's also their favorite game to try to make me psychotic and I guess in Rotterdam it might be very easy for them, because there are so many muzzies living there.
I write....to try to make me psychotic....because it will never happen again to me.
So that is very strange, in the dream of today, they say, symbolicly with the moroccan's sign, that I better stay away from Rotterdam.
Hey, what happened ?
Don't they continue their evil games on me anymore ?
Why ?
I thought they enjoyed their evil games.
The end of the dream says that I will fix the Hare Krishna room, so that means that I will become more devotional and spiritual, so it means that I will work on myself spiritually, which is also okay with me.
|
|
Bookmarks