Dream | Ascended away by a stranger
- Schumann Resonance 1304.85%
- M3.9 Solarflare
I was in the middle of the story, in a street of a foreign land, many people and in the middle of crossing the road comes from my right an older woman, a stranger, and as an angel in disguise with a smile she asks me as she walks to me ‘do I know what to do?’. I decide just to answer and tell her ‘No’.
Like an angel and like a student whose paths cross, her extended finger meets mine as she stops and my body take off, like a shot.
I grab a small child with my left hand as I fly up, and set it down as it is terrified and crying, the exact opposite of what I was feeling.
That unexpected bolt of invisible energy jolted her body up like a feather, surprising her with such a new excitement full of uncontrollable laughter, innocent awe and a childish carefree. Like a balloon without will released by a trusty-stranger. Without-effort #daoism more intelligent to let nature do it
She appeared and I saw her, and she started walking briskly towards me, recognizing me or my story, impatiently calling out to me Do I know what to do, is that what she said? I had a couple of thoughts running, who is she, could she be an angel, is this something I need like I do a lucid dream? I also thought about what could she mean? Does she know my dream-story and how I lost my daughter earlier? Or is she asking about my soul? I remember interrupting the thought process and go with it, go with the flow on the present now moment, and answer this stranger who is being too familiar with me that I don’t know what to do, that in other words I don’t care what you are referring to but if it is help you are offering, I will take it. That is when she finally approached me and her index finger touches mine. Like a wand emitting magic I darted up in the air and hovered. I don’t know why I grabbed the smallest child in the crowd around us in the middle of the road, an ethnic small boy with short dark hair. If I hadn’t would I have hovered like that over them and eventually descended because of the distressed child. I was feeling so good I thought a child would enjoy it? But my daughter had this one and only dream when she was little, about being terrified as a balloon whisks her away in the sky. Enki’s Stone Dream has that sensation and opportunity to dart around, but it was exactly all about my own free will and my very high level of lucidity that I ask to speak to “god” to talk.
The short and fat, old but young, tomboy character could be the younger version I greeted in another dream, or #RQ. Also not so sure of the appearance anymore.
Saw dead relatives, Aida & Jido.
I lost 3 year old julie in a crowd in a foreign metropolis. she was presumably kidnapped as I was closing my wide open backpack, getting ready to drive a bike.
Laila doesn’t want to write down the probably amazing dream she had last night. It was not a dream she wanted to stay in; she woke herself when she decided to. It was too much to bear as it was about her beloved daughter, but more so it was because she was aware on a deep level this is but a dream so she chose not to go that path and woke up.
Laila doesn’t want to write down the dream eventhough there was a moment that is not like any other she had.
