04-10-2012, 10:50 AM
I had such a strange and distinct dream last night!
I was at some sort of large complex that seemed like a hybrid between a theme park and a shopping mall. I remember there being a roller coaster, but most of it took place in an area with a lot of little shops and such.
There was this long line of people standing in line in front of this desk that looked like an information desk, with a secretary-like woman talking to each person in line. I was trying to get by all the people and go somewhere else, and as I got near the back of the line I heard these men speaking loudly. They were speaking in Spanish and apparently trying to get someone's attention, but no one understood them. They both looked like fairly young Latino men.
As I walked by one of the men was like "Hey, you speak Spanish?" and I was like "Un pequito..." (Just a little). He immediately started talking to me in Spanish and I was trying really hard to understand what he was saying and answer back, but my Spanish skills aren't what they used to be. He spoke some broken English as well. He said they were from the Dominican Republic, or Bolivia. I can't remember which. At one point he said something like "We are STS. Bad men!" But they way they were acting wasn't anything like the STS tactics I'm used to dealing with in my astral trips and I didn't find them frightening. I was like "Uh...so what do you want?"
The men finally pointed at a book laying on a table near the wall. It was a very thick book, and its title was not in English. They apparently wanted it (why they couldn't just walk ten feet and get it I have no idea). I walked over to the book and looked at it, and even thought it wasn't English I realized it was some sort of black magic book, similar to the Satanic Bible. The woman at the desk looked over and was saying something, and I don't think I gave them the book and they ended up leaving.
After they left Aaron showed up and handed me dossiers on them. Apparently they were quite notorious. They were usually together, the dossiers said, and the one I had been speaking with was by far the dominant party, the other one rarely speaking and acting as something of a lackey. It was describing all these things they had done and I was like "Those guys? No way!" They had seemed like lost and frustrated tourists to me, not dark lords.
Eventually I was sitting at a table inside a store, and this police officer comes in with the man I had talked to behind him. The other man was nowhere to be seen. The man pointed at me and said "That is her." The officer walked up to me and I was like crap, did he make up lies about me? But the officer just handed me a stack of money and the two of them walked off. There was a check mixed in with the bills, covered in terrible handwriting and dated from two years ago. I pieced together that the man had been arrested, and had opted to give his possessions (the money) to me before they took him in, which I found somewhat shocking.
I woke up and used the bathroom, then went back to sleep and ran into the man in my dreams again. He was completely by himself this time, and seemed to have no opinion on how he had gotten away from the police officer. We started talking and his English was suddenly much better, and his energy was less distorted. It occurred to me that perhaps the other man had been the true dominant party, and this man could only express himself fully when the other man was away. I asked him why he had chosen the STS path, and he said "Loneliness." I asked him how long he had been following it and he said "757 years." I was attempting to offer him friendship and he said something like "That wouldn't work."
I found a piece of paper and started writing my contact information down on it. At this point I realized we were both dreaming and in the astral planes, and I said "Memorize this, and when you wake up, you can contact me if you want a friend." He seemed to be really considering going for it, but then a ghostly blue woman (not entirely physical) with very cold features appeared and told him to get away from me. I was like all the rest and would just break his heart. He was weakly protesting but I could tell from the massive strength of her aura that they had had this sort of exchange before, and he always lost.
I tried arguing with the woman but she wasn't the slightest bit interested in what I had to say. I yelled at the man that he didn't have to listen to her, but I could tell by his eyes that he had already given up, and would submit to whatever she told him to do. This woman was his master. I wanted to free him so badly, but I knew that he would have to make the choice to leave her himself. She had her claws very deep in his soul, and I felt very sad when I woke up. I hope wherever he is out there, he finds the strength to follow his own path instead of being crushed beneath someone else's.
I was at some sort of large complex that seemed like a hybrid between a theme park and a shopping mall. I remember there being a roller coaster, but most of it took place in an area with a lot of little shops and such.
There was this long line of people standing in line in front of this desk that looked like an information desk, with a secretary-like woman talking to each person in line. I was trying to get by all the people and go somewhere else, and as I got near the back of the line I heard these men speaking loudly. They were speaking in Spanish and apparently trying to get someone's attention, but no one understood them. They both looked like fairly young Latino men.
As I walked by one of the men was like "Hey, you speak Spanish?" and I was like "Un pequito..." (Just a little). He immediately started talking to me in Spanish and I was trying really hard to understand what he was saying and answer back, but my Spanish skills aren't what they used to be. He spoke some broken English as well. He said they were from the Dominican Republic, or Bolivia. I can't remember which. At one point he said something like "We are STS. Bad men!" But they way they were acting wasn't anything like the STS tactics I'm used to dealing with in my astral trips and I didn't find them frightening. I was like "Uh...so what do you want?"
The men finally pointed at a book laying on a table near the wall. It was a very thick book, and its title was not in English. They apparently wanted it (why they couldn't just walk ten feet and get it I have no idea). I walked over to the book and looked at it, and even thought it wasn't English I realized it was some sort of black magic book, similar to the Satanic Bible. The woman at the desk looked over and was saying something, and I don't think I gave them the book and they ended up leaving.
After they left Aaron showed up and handed me dossiers on them. Apparently they were quite notorious. They were usually together, the dossiers said, and the one I had been speaking with was by far the dominant party, the other one rarely speaking and acting as something of a lackey. It was describing all these things they had done and I was like "Those guys? No way!" They had seemed like lost and frustrated tourists to me, not dark lords.
Eventually I was sitting at a table inside a store, and this police officer comes in with the man I had talked to behind him. The other man was nowhere to be seen. The man pointed at me and said "That is her." The officer walked up to me and I was like crap, did he make up lies about me? But the officer just handed me a stack of money and the two of them walked off. There was a check mixed in with the bills, covered in terrible handwriting and dated from two years ago. I pieced together that the man had been arrested, and had opted to give his possessions (the money) to me before they took him in, which I found somewhat shocking.
I woke up and used the bathroom, then went back to sleep and ran into the man in my dreams again. He was completely by himself this time, and seemed to have no opinion on how he had gotten away from the police officer. We started talking and his English was suddenly much better, and his energy was less distorted. It occurred to me that perhaps the other man had been the true dominant party, and this man could only express himself fully when the other man was away. I asked him why he had chosen the STS path, and he said "Loneliness." I asked him how long he had been following it and he said "757 years." I was attempting to offer him friendship and he said something like "That wouldn't work."
I found a piece of paper and started writing my contact information down on it. At this point I realized we were both dreaming and in the astral planes, and I said "Memorize this, and when you wake up, you can contact me if you want a friend." He seemed to be really considering going for it, but then a ghostly blue woman (not entirely physical) with very cold features appeared and told him to get away from me. I was like all the rest and would just break his heart. He was weakly protesting but I could tell from the massive strength of her aura that they had had this sort of exchange before, and he always lost.
I tried arguing with the woman but she wasn't the slightest bit interested in what I had to say. I yelled at the man that he didn't have to listen to her, but I could tell by his eyes that he had already given up, and would submit to whatever she told him to do. This woman was his master. I wanted to free him so badly, but I knew that he would have to make the choice to leave her himself. She had her claws very deep in his soul, and I felt very sad when I woke up. I hope wherever he is out there, he finds the strength to follow his own path instead of being crushed beneath someone else's.
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