Three dreams. One individual, two simultaneous. William, Steve, Casey- three dreams- junk food, wounded soldier escape, child in class learning about multiple dimension
The one is this weird memory of waiting in a line to order/eat horrible junk food. I think we're at an ice rink/concessions stand. I feel gross in my stomach thinking about it. William is there. I make a comment about how odd it is all these poor choices, though if I am forced to pick I suppose I am most excited about ice cream. Unfortunately there are no normal flavors, not even vanilla. Everything seems overly synthetic and fake. The man behiend the concession has to help me decide and I end up landing on peanut butter. I ask him to combine peanut butter and raspberry, and this causes peoples head to turn like it is some strange and unheard of request. I am eating ice cream for dinner... Until I recognize an employee who has a makeshift HOT dinner with pears in it and a mason jar with chia seeds and honey- I wish I tried that instead. I am traveling with my friend Steve from spiritual portal, and we throw a mattress up against a mound and that is to be where we're supposed to sleep. We're traveling in some kind of old van and this mattress seems to be moving around with us from place to place.
In another dream I am needing assistance, escaping a heavily guarded facility. I've been injured and am drugged. There's no way to escape except for this person assisting me. It's like I was fighting in a war, and he puts a ski mask over my injured face and tells me in front of everyone to keep moving, make it down to such and such place. I barley hear him, I am bloodied and dizzy- but I realize he is disguising me as the enemy- one of these soldiers is serving like a type of security. I have to walk by him so he can scan my arm before I am allowed to pass. The gloves and mask the unknown help gave me belong to someone else and I slide through. I run to the end of... somewhere- like he said, and I see him there and we are climbing over a fence and slipping through a small passage at the top-
At the same time, I dream I am a child in a classroom hollering out answers as the teacher ask them. We are learning about dimensions... A tesseract... A toroidal field? I keep raising my hand as the teacher ask questions, and I keep shouting out answers. It's like I am an overly excited kid. Sometimes the answers are wrong, but I know the answers- just, the way the teacher presents it means we have to add certain numbers each time. While this is happening, there is a group of people like an armed drill team pivoting in each direction recreating the answers as they attempt to move in unison on something like a basketball court. I have made two drawings. One is with Casey from the GTC forum in a spaceship. The child in me has drawn red energy all around her and the ship and in the space above her. It's a simple drawing but this red energy is swirling and it looks like she is being vacuumed up into nothing. As for a separate answer, a different dimension- I draw doors within doors so that empty space becomes these rooms. Like a sliding kitchen door- but all separate rooms neatly fit into this space.
It may interest you Eric I never sleep on a mattress when roughing it or camping. I’m use to the ground with just a sleeping bag. Although most my friends put down at least a mat …. The ground suits me fine or a floor.
