Message #33508

[guest88]

I am recounting my divorce with a friend, we might be at a bar. I am talking about the moments she cheated on me near the end of our separation and laughing about it. My friend has an old video game console out in front of him and we are both excited about the prospect of having it upgraded.

There is another scene where I am channeling someones pain, quite a few of us are. We are all experiencing her pain near our lower right hip/back end area. It it extremely uncomfortable.

In another scene I am seeing my group of friends. We are all older now. Braden is visibly aged and limping towards us. I call out that his leg is different as we all huddle up together. One person tries to hug him- and when I try to hug him he is saying he is to uncomfortable and doesn't want it- as he backs away from me I opt in for a fist bump instead.
Someone is giving us a car, but the man who wants the car is trying to keep the rail gun attachment on its side. A gentleman was putting the car in reverse and trying to empty out the bullets, and we said if you want to keep the ammunition you better run out there and let him know.

I am now witnessing through the friend who runs outside and ask for the man driving the car in reverse emptying out the ammunition to stop. The car was a sedan and the rail-gun was coming out from underneath its side, which was a very unusual memory.

Now I am running up a snowy mountain and a rather large entity like a yeti is behind me and hurling a giant cylinder of ice at me. Its massive and lands in front of me, but I am somehow given the strength to climb over the hurdle.

At the top of the mountain in a cave like setting is a man sitting in a circle of my friends group- the older version of us. My thoughts about him are he is a failed adult. He is saying something like, "and if you take me away you can never be me. I am that something that keeps the child in all of you alive."
All I could think as I was waking up was, "so he's a narcissist?"