08-26-2014, 01:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-26-2014, 02:13 PM by Adonai One.)
It was a white clinical office room with a old faux-wood meeting table, ugly blue industrial carpeting, ceiling tiles and fluorescent lighting.
Inside were medieval guards in armor with spears, the men possessing physiques of all shapes and sizes, as they sat around the table. All had helmets, the king had his crown as he sat at the end of the table, except I. My head was bald and I was without a helmet distinguishing me from everyone else, brave enough to fight without one, no protection for my head... My mind.
The king had us stand and prove our worth. We marched and stepped in orderly ways around the room while I had the strongest call of duty within: I had to be the king's chosen guard, the king's most honoured guard. It was on my mind: The weakest men would be killed but that did not drive me. I did not care. Death was just an uncontrollable aspect of the game and as such I found no reason to fear the king's wrath. I only wanted his love and I would earn it. I WOULD EARN IT.
As I marched down the office's hallway with the other soldier's in a line, I had a vision of myself as a classical magician in a white robe chanting mantras, building my will most passionately in a field, alone. I then berated myself for doing most of my work internally and not externally, in action, in battle most of my life, always and only working on my mind. As I did, a spirit's voice spoke in my head and said the only difference between my path and the other soldier's is the perception of time and that the world I see is slower and more peaceful. It was implied these offerings were equal. This dream ended.
After such I had another dream of girl hazily walking in a gymnasium filled with wall-climbing apparatuses, automated go-carts and other amusements. I saw a man fiddle about trying to make these machinations work. I suddenly became the young girl and in my ballerina dress, I whimsically walked around the half-done indoor amusement park not caring for the use of the surroundings but only the meditative experience of witnessing them. I calmly walked around without a care in the world admiring the environment peacefully, enchanted.
The dreams ended with me speaking with a young man and telling him to always remember his dreams and believing they will occur. I told him that is how I found my wife and married her as I met her online. He seemed scared by me and walked away. I woke up to the number 1:17 PM: Awareness of Faith.
Inside were medieval guards in armor with spears, the men possessing physiques of all shapes and sizes, as they sat around the table. All had helmets, the king had his crown as he sat at the end of the table, except I. My head was bald and I was without a helmet distinguishing me from everyone else, brave enough to fight without one, no protection for my head... My mind.
The king had us stand and prove our worth. We marched and stepped in orderly ways around the room while I had the strongest call of duty within: I had to be the king's chosen guard, the king's most honoured guard. It was on my mind: The weakest men would be killed but that did not drive me. I did not care. Death was just an uncontrollable aspect of the game and as such I found no reason to fear the king's wrath. I only wanted his love and I would earn it. I WOULD EARN IT.
As I marched down the office's hallway with the other soldier's in a line, I had a vision of myself as a classical magician in a white robe chanting mantras, building my will most passionately in a field, alone. I then berated myself for doing most of my work internally and not externally, in action, in battle most of my life, always and only working on my mind. As I did, a spirit's voice spoke in my head and said the only difference between my path and the other soldier's is the perception of time and that the world I see is slower and more peaceful. It was implied these offerings were equal. This dream ended.
After such I had another dream of girl hazily walking in a gymnasium filled with wall-climbing apparatuses, automated go-carts and other amusements. I saw a man fiddle about trying to make these machinations work. I suddenly became the young girl and in my ballerina dress, I whimsically walked around the half-done indoor amusement park not caring for the use of the surroundings but only the meditative experience of witnessing them. I calmly walked around without a care in the world admiring the environment peacefully, enchanted.
The dreams ended with me speaking with a young man and telling him to always remember his dreams and believing they will occur. I told him that is how I found my wife and married her as I met her online. He seemed scared by me and walked away. I woke up to the number 1:17 PM: Awareness of Faith.