I was in bed and something like my younger brother left of my family (my parents got sick and died over 2 years each in a row, 2019 and 2021.) covered my eyes like suctions and I was attacked by a sucking body, no blood or breakings, but violently. I didn't want to fight it and I was hurt. A demon! I tried to get close to people so it wouldn't chase me, like a huge "sock monkey" ghost of an idea.
I was directed to a lady by maybe 1 or sorta 2 other women. The lady I was directed to was more like me. She came to me kinda fast and urgently for me like she said my name like I was in trouble, with what happened and what was happening, emotionally too, we hugged, she got close, and then we walked and she touched me between my arm and waist area. It was like she thought was stubborn the 2nd time. There was a petite girl there with her, too, as we walked then, to one side, appearing at different times maybe on one side. I remember the lady was calling me a 2nd time with my younger brother saying something like, "Wait, it's not like that." Her voice was somewhat strong, stable, and clear, and she seemed balletic. My younger brother's fingers were forming like mine and his body looked like a ballerina. When I left Florida for New Orleans, I got to start ballet again, when I was 12. My younger brother was 7. I crossed "a bridge over troubled water" in the dark, with maybe little light flowers etc. We were bulging. It was about the mistakes I made after we moved, which affected my health. (Lately, I've been exercising more other than just walking or just lightly jogging for 30 minutes most days. I work out my whole body.)
I went back to sleep. The lady was like a registered music teacher and highly regarded. I was seeking her out, to do things with music and they seemed to happen in my feelings. Papers were involved. She was at a long table on a hallway. Other people were there and maybe involved in whatever I was also doing or to get to her. She had that same charming personality. There was like a building nearby, must be like a concert hall. I looked up a concert hall and huge mall lately, one in Miami, Southeastern Florida (wanting to move nearby to the Fort Lauderdale, Southeastern area) and one in Minneapolis, Minnesota. This had lots of potential, and she looked kinda happy as I woke up and faded away, like as another demon. So, I was almost to her, there was hope, and she was pretty happy. It was probably day. Maybe, it was like a college, too, reminds me now I think of it, the community college in Orlando, Central Florida, the big one. There was a sense of merriment.
The lady was very charming. She had good physical presence but was very delicate in ways beyond that, as well. She was very emotional. She had a very specific personality. It gave me a reason to live in my dreams and a means, as well of course to have coming. It's neat when you dream of people like this. At least, this one was not that fat! and not that hazy. She was there a lot and for a lingering time, until I had to wake up, in pain I could not eat or drink before bed, just a small bit of water, couldn't ingest much so I wouldn't wake up. Sometimes, lately, I seem to find some end. This must be the best dream in all by far I've had and interesting sequence. I get hurt, people help, I meet someone, a bridge occurs, I seek out a person, and more is there when I wake up.
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