#Dream: Jerusalem
I was sitting with Rupert and a man in a cafe.
It sometimes felt like an interview.
He was speaking to R
I was thinking, I wish I was on a “clever” high
I want to say something that will blow his mind
But I seek his attention with a bored fashion.
In his conversation, he turns to ask me what I think,
The question is hard to remember
But the answer was simple.
I said “telepathy”.
He was blown away by me,
Cause I was completely silent before.
My head was in my right hand,
Sitting in a bored manner
But panicking as usual inside.
I say telepathy and then explain after a pause in a very well articulated manner,
in one sentence, which I wish had written down during the night,
It goes something like, ‘the only way for that to happen is when we get our telepathy back.’
“I believe that telepathy is coming back in my lifetime, that’s why I can wake up tomorrow”.
-from Recording on the dream journal app.
I am not sure when the fat, bolding man starts speaking hebrew,
Maybe on the journey to Jerusalem
A very short walk we arrive at a market
And I see a very pretty Nadia and Lina sitting in one of the stalls, not selling anything
They appeared like muses. Buses in a row
Stalls selling toys and things We keep going to the town
An alley with cafes
At the mouth of the road there was a fence
A few people were sitting there
Someone selling parrots
Big ones, green and yellow and white
The seller tells me to take mine
And the cockatoo jumps on my shoulders
I freak out
It’s claws digging into me
It speaks to me after they calm me down
But I don’t remember what it says
Yet I notice that this is the second time I see a cockatoo
But I don’t notice it is a dream
Nor that the first one was either
The cockatoo perched on a metal hanger
Is suddenly is wearing clothes
Full body in black leather
And old and matted colourful beads
I want to take a picture of it
My iphone is white not black
And I think later it disappears.
Maybe it was then when I panic and ask the jews around me to find my phone
Someone says that the shop (abu ahmad) or something like that is closed already
I have to wait till tomorrow, or after the weekend.
Though maybe this happened later…
Cafe
Sitting with the bolding guy and others. Thinking to myself wow, I am with jews and I have no problem with that.
I feel bored and stupid again. Thinking about smoking something clever.
Bathroom upstairs in the other cafe, leaving with no underwear, and showing off my carelessness
3 Elas or Elies, that’s why I had to change my name to laila, I am the third. NICE girls. Trying to make me stay. Passed them to tell the owners I need to leave. Second bunch or girls were nasty, one said something horrible so I replied biiiaaatch, suka!
Then ask the owner for my phone? Or asked him where is the first bolding guy who disappeared I wanna go home (bcuz of baba)
The other owner says I can help you and start arranging, but I say I don’t know you, why should I trust you.
I end up leaving by myself. -Night sky, meteor -Flying, white sheet 26, or 126 in bold black floating in the sky
It’s the third day, I should have been back yesterday, baba…
Back to the market, which looks exactly the same.
Proud of myself to have found the way back.
Busses, indians and gypsies selling stuff
I want to take a picture of the toys to show someone, mama or uu or nadia.. Nadia and Lina waiting in the same place
Looking immaculate
Like seers..
Feb 13, 2015
P.S: It is strange that I don’t mention, or don’t include this other dream where I believe
I am at the same galactic spaceport. Ok I don’t even do that. That is very strange. Because
That is where I was. This cafe is in an airport place and everyone there is going somewhere.
It doesn’t not feel like a part of a land/planet.
When the jew escorted me to a lift size and type of capsule, we were heading to jerusalem.
The process of travel just happens. Instantaneous.
I also believe that at the end of the visit to this jerusalem, I knew I was three days here and
that I am or could get into trouble with my father.
This other link, or dream,
I am going to the right direction, following somebody I believe, while looking sideways and pausing
As the line infront stalls. I see people, or men, but they feel like they were in chains somehow.
Maybe not literal. And I am maybe pitying them out of compassion, because I am VIP, or with someone
Who is, and so I am too.
The focal idea is that there are travelers who seem to me to be stuck at the no where place
spaceport.
White and orange uniforms. But I am not terribly sure. Because I associate this with the other dream,
Where I am showing an observers perspective of a scene of 5 uniformed as such people. Mixed sex.
And the idea was that recording (understanding) the ‘experience of I’, is important for it also
Solves other’s knots. (In timelines perhaps). I was shown this by a grey. I never did write the dream down
But I have a drawing of the scene. Table, a man is sitting, emerssed in his ‘tablet’ and perhaps four others
Around him, waiting, maybe anxious, worried. I should have written it down fresh. But hey, I never forgot it.
When the man has his Eureka2, the rest huddling around him and it takes them a moment to ‘get it’
After looking at the tablet, before starting walking away busy with their own tablets? Or just thinking, or holding something.. Maybe he was even showing them a ‘video’, the results of his ‘life’.
