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karmicdragonflySo...I was in Teotihuacán...and I was hanging with a new age group...and I was staying in a place called the Dreaming House...and the proprietor of the guest house suggested that all the water underneath us (Mexico City is built on an lake) was moving around, and that energy has to go somewhere...and the leader of the group did encourage us to record our dreams...so I dreamt!
I don't usually pay much attention to my dreams unless they repeat, but here they are.
--End of that dream---
Then, I reconnected with a former friend, who was now working in the resistance. I remember in the dream that we didn't connect as friends again -- more that we were working together. I also made a note that she was doing a fair amount of lip-smacking at me, lol.
Another friend from Atlanta (who I still keep in touch with) made a cameo appearance, but I don't remember much about that.
I remember driving in some sort of van with her and a team of developers who were writing and testing "information security" code as we rode, and I remember being frustrated at the slow pace of traffic and taking detours to try to speed the trip up.
And then we turned left onto a country lane that very much reminded me of a lane on my family's farm. It wasn't quite the same -- just had the same white quartz grit covering it, and the same large, erosion-preventing ditches across it that my dad digs with the tractor. I noticed the trees were not correct -- more jungle like, and not like the trees in the mid-Atlantic.
The dream had an expectancy to it, and also the feel of the beginning of a war.
---And that was the end of what I remember about that dream---
But he was me -- just a different version of me. I remember him being a very pleasant brunch partner, and being amused as he held a small tea-cup in his large, square, hard-to-see-hands, lol.
Then, the husband of the group leader (who was also a participant in our trip) plopped down and started having brunch with us.
---Then, I woke up because I had to go pee---
I don't usually pay much attention to my dreams unless they repeat, but here they are.
Dream 1
A large mass of protesters were coming down Calle Liberdad (the street where the guest house is located). Voices, yells. Then, the police tear-gassed the protesters and stopped the demonstration.--End of that dream---
Dream 2
I was working in the Trump administration (gosh -- I have trouble even typing that). Then, I betrayed and embarrassed him (yay me!).Then, I reconnected with a former friend, who was now working in the resistance. I remember in the dream that we didn't connect as friends again -- more that we were working together. I also made a note that she was doing a fair amount of lip-smacking at me, lol.
Another friend from Atlanta (who I still keep in touch with) made a cameo appearance, but I don't remember much about that.
I remember driving in some sort of van with her and a team of developers who were writing and testing "information security" code as we rode, and I remember being frustrated at the slow pace of traffic and taking detours to try to speed the trip up.
And then we turned left onto a country lane that very much reminded me of a lane on my family's farm. It wasn't quite the same -- just had the same white quartz grit covering it, and the same large, erosion-preventing ditches across it that my dad digs with the tractor. I noticed the trees were not correct -- more jungle like, and not like the trees in the mid-Atlantic.
The dream had an expectancy to it, and also the feel of the beginning of a war.
---And that was the end of what I remember about that dream---
Dream 3
I was sitting having brunch with myself. Well, actually, I was having brunch with my Teotihuacán self -- a large see-through shadowy figure, with squarish shape, and a face like the carvings on the Quezalcoatl temple.But he was me -- just a different version of me. I remember him being a very pleasant brunch partner, and being amused as he held a small tea-cup in his large, square, hard-to-see-hands, lol.
Then, the husband of the group leader (who was also a participant in our trip) plopped down and started having brunch with us.
---Then, I woke up because I had to go pee---