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« Reply #165 on: Mar 03, 2023 03:22 pm »

biden, ukraine, russia, final moments

There's a gathering. We're all headed in one general direction. Along the way I encounter friends I haven't seen in a while. A few of us barley recognize the other. I see David and he looks so different. I'm told I look so different as well. We head up a ramp and into a room. The room is like a white briefing room with empty tables and empty seats. Everyone is standing.

Once I'm there I encounter a Russian General. We are standing across from one another. He has two men, one at each side, with him. We are saying our goodbyes. It is a deeply heartfelt moment. This is our final moment. He says something, mentioning what many of us are thinking. We don't want to do this. We don't want it to come to this. I remember feeling great concern as we discuss a plan, say our goodbyes, and he steps back to "his side."

I am in the briefing room with my friend William standing at attention. Biden is there, and a woman similar to Nancy Pelosi but perhaps younger. It looks like everyone is staring up at a screen with their mouths agape but I don't actually see a screen. Biden is just staring into space- I ask William, "don't they see this is all an illusion?" I don't know what everyone is looking at.
William tells me out of the side of his mouth, "run." I look at him, wondering why people can't recognize this separation is but a show. He tells me again in a strained, whispered tone- "behind me and run"

I walk- not run, behind him. The younger woman says my name, "Eric" and ask everyone in the room- "where is he going?" I just look at them, say nothing- but feel the awkward energy as I look for the exit- having to step around and come back up to the side of the room. I quietly leave, and go down a hall to a door- there is a great force keeping the door closed. Initially I thought it was locked but I was able to push it open a little- I realize there are people quietly on the other side keeping the door forced shut. I gently knock, my friend David is on the other side- so is my friend Chase and Min. David recognizes me but they are still pushing the door, so I use all my strength and I force it open- "no" one of them says. But it's too late. I've opened the door just enough to slide in on their side.

Once in this space I help them by assuming a position- using all of my strength and body weight, to keep the same door closed. to keep others from exiting the briefing room. I twist the lock and take my position on the floor, looking underneath for any feet approaching.

Wake up to use the restroom. It's 2:44AM.


Later I finally fall back asleep and am dreaming I am again with William. I am in some kind of arcade/mall like setting and it's raining. There's a beautiful girl in one scene and I am attempting to play electric guitar with broken or bent strings. I manage to get out a blues rift and entrance some people to a basic beat. Eventually I lose the ability and am noticing the sound starts to change, so I quit playing. William and I are ready to leave the place. He was in some basketball competition and wasn't doing well. We wait on a curb in the rain, and a young black/brown couple comes up in an opened tram like vehicle. William and I stand up, and the guy points and says, "only him." to which I say, "what? where William goes- I go." So they begin to drive away... "Wait," I tell them- I look at Will and figure it's okay, I don't mind. So he goes and the woman says, "Good. No white people in this car" Really? I tell her, "Lady thats racist" to which she furrows her face and yells as they are driving away- "You're the racist!"

I can only laugh from the awkward confrontation and go, "surrreee"

A group of kids inquire why I was left alone and I tell them what happened before waking up.
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