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Abandoned Temple - Dry Jungle |
Posted by: ablelba - Today, 01:30 AM - Forum: Public Dreams
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2019 Feb 07
I am looking out from a second-story balcony on a stone temple, with red terra-cotta roof tiles. It was built for a rainy land, but it is very dry. It has long been empty. The sky is sepia-brown and a wind is rustling the dry, oval shaped leaves of the trees. They were rubbery and green once, but now are brown around the edges. Monkeys are chattering in the trees, and dust is blowing everywhere, dry and brown as the sky.
Comment:
It's winter where I live. Maybe this is how it is someplace in India? Significance, if any, uncertain.
Googled India Monkey temple drought, and there does seem to be drought in a large part of India.
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Hillary Hires a Convict with Convictions |
Posted by: ablelba - Today, 01:11 AM - Forum: Public Dreams
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15 Feb 2019
I am in a prison, weary of the same routine, day in and day out.
One day, a guard takes me from my cell.
"You have an important visitor," he says, and I am taken into the Warden's office.
Hillary Clinton is sitting at the Warden's desk, in a grey pants-suit. She lays a .45 cal military pistol on the desk and says, "I've arranged to have you released." She throws a jacket at me. "In return, I need a favor. When we get outside the prison, you will get into the second car. My driver will tell you what to do next."
Wearily, I take the jacket and put the pistol in the pocket. I walk meekly with Ms. Clinton straight outside the prison. She gets into the first car, and drives away. I get into the second car.
The driver says, "Are you ready?"
"Not quite," I say getting out of the car again. "Stay right here, I will only be a minute."
I walk back into the prison, up to the desk at reception. The guard raises an eyebrow.
"I'm checking back in," I tell him. Then I lay the pistol on his desk, and walk back towards my cell.
Comment:
Lots of unfortunate interactions with the powerful in my dreams lately. I'm sure the real HRC would never do such a thing in real life--But I notice that dream HRC did not ask me if I would do her favor; She just told me and assumed I would comply. May it always be true that we have the power to choose to do right, or at least to choose not to do evil, even if the decision is costly.
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The Curmudgeon Infidel Professor |
Posted by: ablelba - Today, 12:39 AM - Forum: Public Dreams
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23 Jan 2019
I am an old curmudgeon and a comparative religions professor at a university in Iran. I am also an infidel (ie., non-Muslim) but well-known and liked, with many friends. The administration knows I am harmless and so they tolerate me, and have done so for years.
One day, I visit the Comparative Religions section of the University Library, and find that it is being shut down. There are many well-used references in boxes.
I see that my old friend Mrs. Azad, a middle-aged woman in conservative dress, is going to lose her job. I tell her,
"You have always been so helpful to me and to all the other patrons! I am sure you will find a good job soon, and I would be happy to give you a good reference."
She has her hands clasped in front of her, and I touch the top of her hands with two fingers of my right hand at arm's length, to reassure her.
Mrs. Azad tenses up. I realize that she is terrified, and that my attention has endangered her, maybe endangered her life.
"We attempt to serve," she tells me, bowing slightly. I leave the building at once.
I realize later that I have carried a stapler home from the library, so I decide to return it.
Although the building used to be open 24 hours a day for the students, it is dark now. Oddly the glass doors in front are wide open.
I go inside, and notice a blinking red light in the middle of the entry hall floor. I decide to lay the stapler down and leave. Bernard, the security guard, is sitting in the dark at the side of the hall.
"What are you doing here, Mr. A.--?"
I explain myself. He nods, then shakes his head and waves me away.
I realize I will never be able to go into the library again.
COMMENT:
After typing this, I googled "Iranian Library Closures" and found this image of the "National Library of Iran" in Wikipedia:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Library_of_Iran
The entrance looks like the same library entrance that was in my dream. Hmmm....
I have not been able to find any notice of closure of any library, or section of a library, in Iran.
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Dinner at the Genteel Spider's |
Posted by: ablelba - Today, 12:18 AM - Forum: Public Dreams
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27 Dec 2018
An enormous spider lives near us. He wears tuxedos and a top hat, and is very polite. He has invited me to dinner.
My wife is skeptical.
"He hasn't killed anyone," I explain, "At least, not recently. Sure he only serves blood for dinner," I continue, " but blood is nutritious, right? I will probably be OK..."
Comment;
It's not always a good thing to sit down with the powerful.
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The President's UFO |
Posted by: ablelba - Today, 12:12 AM - Forum: Public Dreams
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10 Dec 2018
The President (Trump) has a portal to a UFO in the Oval Office. Te UFO itself is flying around, but somehow a door to the inside of the UFO has been fixed to a wall of the Oval Office. From the outside, it looks like a khaki-painted metal gym locker door. Trump thinks it is the only such portal. One day, he opens the locker door and sees one of his Aides inside the craft, talking to the pilot. She was in the next room only moments before.
"Oh sh!t," she says-- Apparently she is an agent of the space aliens...
(Today, 12:12 AM)ablelba Wrote: 10 Dec 2018
The President (Trump) has a portal to a UFO in the Oval Office. Te UFO itself is flying around, but somehow a door to the inside of the UFO has been fixed to a wall of the Oval Office. From the outside, it looks like a khaki-painted metal gym locker door. Trump thinks it is the only such portal. One day, he opens the locker door and sees one of his Aides inside the craft, talking to the pilot. She was in the next room only moments before.
"Oh sh!t," she says-- Apparently she is an agent of the space aliens...
I've had some unusual dreams lately but too busy to transcribe them until now. Not sure what significance for this one...
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HERE COMES ANOTHER ONE |
Posted by: aletalete - 02-15-2019, 12:20 PM - Forum: Public Dreams
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WOW, ANOTHER TINY DREAM AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS. I DREAMED I WAS IN SOMEONE'S HOUSE AND SAW SOMETHING MOVING ON THE CARPET. IT WAS TINY, ABOUT AN INCH TALL. AFTER APPROACHING IT CAUTIOUSLY I REALIZED IT WAS A TINY SQUIRREL. AS IT BEGAN TO MOVE AWAY FROM ME IT EMANATED AN ORANGE LIGHT THAT ENCOMPASSED ITS PATH IN A CIRCULAR PATTERN. FOR SOME REASON I WAS EXTREMELY AFRAID OF THIS TINY HARMLESS LOOKING SQUIRREL. THE DREAM ENDED.
I JUST LOOKED UP THE SYMBOLISTIC MEANING OF A SQUIRREL AND IT SAID I NEED TO LIGHTEN UP AND HAVE MORE FUN. ALSO TO GET MORE ORGANIZED. I HAVE RECENTLY BEEN SAYING I NEED TO GET AWAY AND HAVE SOME FUN. DREAMS ARE PROPHETIC AND THE MEANING IN MINE IS VERY APPROPRIATE. THE ORANGE CIRCLE TOO APPLIES IN THIS CASE. I HAVE BEEN RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES.
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