Date: September 26th, 2017
Type: Dream
Location: Los Angeles, CA, 90023
Time of Incidents: 8:00am -3:00pm
Attempted Time of Sleep: 4:00am
State of Mind Before: Depressed, Withdrawn (Me)/In Pain, Anxious (Aunt)
State of Mind After: Very Confused (Me)/Alseep (Aunt)
Odd occurrences before: Insomnia, Kidney Issues, More Visions
Odd occurrences after: Contentment?
Throughout the night I was tossing and turning. I kept having small continuous episodic dreams. Again it was at the resort, and again I was surrounded by a group of familiar associates from the past and present. During some of the times walking about there were lectures on plants, farming, and earth sciences going on. It was more like broadcasts directly fed into your head as you were walking about and talking with others. Like a subliminal feed...many were oblivious and continued with the normal activity of socializing, others seems transfixed pre-occupied with the broadcast, and very few were taken aback and startled as if "woken up" and they were escorted out.
As usual, I kept walking about looking for my wolfbrother. He is here, I was so close before the broadcast. I know he is here.
After that we were told to go back to are rooms for the evening. George, Frankie, Alex, and Kyle informed me to follow them. Fraknie started talking to me about unfinished projects we had, I was looking however at the area were we were. Apparently Frankie was frustrated that I was re-assigned, and George was not that great of a partner since he didn't have the intelligence to really help out. He wanted me back as a partner because at least I could keep up with him. I hugged him and said thank you. He was taken aback by that and shoved me back saying "what the hell?". The others guys laughed.
We were in some large dining hall before, it had a buffet, and the lights were blue with a white strobe light mimicking the starts. We were all dressed up to, and at first I though it was some Prom. The way people behaved, it seemed like it was. As we were told to walk out, a series of doors opened in all directions and people formed groups and walked out.
When we walked out it was out of place, we left the dimly light dinning hall and exited into a large white mall. From what I could tell it was at least 4 stories high from the interior. The angles and corners were all smooth, and seemed to made of white ivory. No seems. There were some plants here and there which were spots of green. There were no stairs, but ramps to access the upper levels.
When we got to the "room", it appeared as a standard hotel room but with two king sized bed, a couch and a lounge chair. Every one got ready for bed and the guys laughed that I still had received my luggage yet. Apparently this whole trip my luggage was lost and all I had was my lapbag with my books and stuff. I had been washing my clothes and borrowing some from other during my stay. Frankie and George shared one bed, Alex and Kyle shared another. There were blankets for someone to use the couch and lounge chair. I took the pillow and blanket and went into the corner behind the lounge chair and bundled up.
During the time we slept "they" came in. It was to do a head count. They looked at the couch and then to the lounge chair. They didn't seem concerned with the initial count of four people and left. The didn't bother to check the my corner.
When we all awoke the next morning. It was time to go. I was kinda of weirded out because I don't have my luggage and I am usually left behind. Alex and Kyle showed me that they had my tickets, and when I looked there was a pair, one for me and the other for my Wolfbrother. So I got my things, made sure to grab my flute, and followed them hoping to meet up with my wolfbrother. When we got to the terminal, everyone was filling into "trains". I was told that my luggage had arrived and was ready for pick-up. After 26 days it arrived, all this time since I got here it was missing. However when I looked at it this was not mine, but my wolfbrother carry-on. I opened it up, it had his scent, this was really his. There was no one too talk to and ask, so I picked it up and walked into the "train" with Kyle and Alex.
The next thing I remember is waking up in the back of a moving car. I saw the "Whore" exit, she was extremely upset and waddled off. No matter what, she would always be a Beta and the years are catching up. As the other guys were exiting the vehicle I peaked out and we were at an industrial type area with warehouse and apartment buildings. A lady told me to get out of the car, but called me by my wolfbrother's name. Alex and Kyle were gonna correct her, but I stopped them. Apparent "Freedom" was driving us home in her trans-am. It was almost impossible for us to all fit in there. I got my stuff which was my flute, my wolfbrother's carry-on, and my lapbag. She then speed off.
George and Frankie went into the apartment complex and were gonna play video games with Kyle and Alex. I looked at both Kyle and Alex who were goofing off about the dance last night and how they were forced to dance together. Kyle said bye to me a he knew I was leaving, for a second he seemed to remember something about us. I knew he was the Kyle I was in yesterday.
I told Alex I need to go home. For a moment Alex began "But you live here with...oh right home...I wish I remembered". He then brushed it off and sadly looked at me. He then said "Well you better get started, it will probably take you by noon to get there." I looked at him as it was around 5pm, but then I realized he met the next day. After all I was walking, and I knew how far and where I was. However, I could get there a lot sooner as I knew the bus lines.
Note: Who the heck is Kyle? I have no reference to knowing anyone like Kyle. However I know him, like really well apparently since I was downloaded into him. Something I know I would not willing do. My initial feeling is that someone is trying to override the natural connection between me and my wolfbrother by re-wiring stuff. Also Alex P. showed up again.
Second is why do I have my wolfbrother's luggage. Specifically after 26 days....I didn't encounter my wolfbrother in my waking memory shortly before his 27th birthday. What mixed message is this? They say it is mine....not ours...but mine?
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