01-28-2011, 05:36 PM
I don't remember much of last night's dream, but I remember I was attending some sort of college or university. I was looking for my classroom in the main building, but someone told me it was on the sixth floor of one of the other buildings. They pointed outside to another building, and for some reason I found it absurd that a college building would have so many floors.
I went over to the building, thinking I was going to an art class. The classroom looked more like somebody's apartment- an extremely nice apartment with a lot of white in it. It had that special feeling that a lot of my "white" dreams have. It turned out it was more of a new age class. There was one room with huge crystals in it, and there was a woman trying to teach me and a few other people how to do some technique- how to manifest something, I think, but I don't really remember what it was we were trying to do.
At one point something sort of happened in the blink of an eye. I was able to physically see my guides for a moment, and another man the woman said was her guide, who was named Charles. There was more to it, but I don't really remember...
I went over to the building, thinking I was going to an art class. The classroom looked more like somebody's apartment- an extremely nice apartment with a lot of white in it. It had that special feeling that a lot of my "white" dreams have. It turned out it was more of a new age class. There was one room with huge crystals in it, and there was a woman trying to teach me and a few other people how to do some technique- how to manifest something, I think, but I don't really remember what it was we were trying to do.
At one point something sort of happened in the blink of an eye. I was able to physically see my guides for a moment, and another man the woman said was her guide, who was named Charles. There was more to it, but I don't really remember...