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3 years ago, a dream about Walla Walla & Another about death

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3 years ago, a dream about Walla Walla & Another about death

Postby Naga_Fireball » Sat Apr 01, 2017 9:05 am

About three years ago I had an extremely disturbing dream that did actually get posted on project Av.

I am standing in the grass next to a pretty, paved country two lane road, I can see a slight incline ahead with my peripheral vision. Suddenly I see my dead father standing on the edge of the road, facing me silently.

He points urgently and helplessly up the street away from where we are standing. I am afraid.

I turn around instead and see a building. It is two stories and upstairs is a restaurant that looks like a room in a lighthouse. Touristy, empty. No people, it looks expensive.

I go into the building and go down into a large basement room full of church people. There are no windows and the walls are white.

I go to use the bathroom and the people stare rudely and disapprove. They are hiding something.

Maybe one year before moving to Walla Walla, I dreamed of my death. Before creating the account Naga Fireball actually, before EE.

I am standing next to my husband's vehicle. My grandmother who refuses to see me IRL is seated behind the driver. There is an empty car seat next to her, and up front is my husband. Before I can react, they drive away with windows partly ajar.

I turn to look at a casino building in the distance that sits on a parking lot made of dust. I go inside and in short order find $200 sitting on a chair. I go to the bathroom and find all the toilets overflowing.

I go outside and in the middle of the parking lot, empty of cars, is a deathbed surrounded by beings who are humanoid but possess the lower bodies of snakes. Nagas. They form a circle around the canopied bed, some holding candles. On the bed is the corpse of my father. It looks like he is sleeping.

I feel suddenly tired and in my hand is a grocery bag containing a large head of cabbage. I see a rock wall ahead of me and next to it, a small cluster of trees and another death bed, but much less glamorous. It doesn't even have sheets on the mattress.

I set the bag into the cluster of trees and wake up as I approach the bed.
Brotherhood falls asunder at the touch of fire!
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin
Not coloured like his own, and having power
To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
~William Cowper

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