08 May 2017
Well, in the dream, it begins when I’m enjoying a concert. I see the keys melting, which really defies the laws of physics and yet I figure out a way to stop it from happening. Then the keys come apart and even though I don’t have technical background in the key’s mechanics I still figure out a way to fix them.
This leads me to be in a car driving by a location where a crime is taking place.
Once I’m spotted, I’m kidnapped & drugged.
That’s the end of the dream.
08 May 2017
I am watching a Coldplay concert, which if it were real life would be one of the highlights of my life for sure, and when I step out for a moment to the main lobby I check my keys and find the long metal part of the key is melting. It’s just softening and becoming bendy. I toy with it a bit and then it hardens again. But when I return to the auditorium it melts again. I realize it’s the heat of the room which is making it melt.
I go back to the lobby to cool it down. Now parts of the key have disassembled. I return to be seated with the audience and am working on fixing the key. I’m thinking about how if I don’t fix it I do not have a spare one to go home with and I’ll be stuck in this city with my friend who I carpooled with.
Then the key shaft breaks off entirely from the base. It really freaks me out but as I play with it more I think I can keep it together long enough to put it in my car. So I tell my friend I’ll meet her out there.
I go out and insert the key. It turns the car on but then parts of the car are not working and its riding down the street. I pass by a school yard and see people falling, teachers are falling to the ground. I wonder if I should stop and help or keep going. Even if I wanted to stop I’m not sure the car would. I decide to stop and just check it out.
But as soon as I do a street-clothed CIA operative grabs me from the car, covers my head, and brings me into a locked room. I tell myself that even if they drug me, that my mind is stronger than their drug, and in fact it’s true. Three or four men enter and do something to me which disorients me for a moment but I quickly gain control. I realize I’m naked and I locate my shirt and put on pants which are far too big but at least they are pants.
The guard on the outside of the door sees me and comments and I try to speak but find I can’t. It’s the effect of the drug so I just murmur the words and it appears he is like-minded and understands and is trying to help.
I get back into the bed to try to relax and try to make it look like their drug has been successful but then the three return. One puts a pillow over my head and one holds my feet down and one puts a needle into my left thigh. I feel the long needle deep into my muscle and I feel the effect of the drug buzz through my body. Suddenly I feel like I”m on a roller coaster ride and am zooming around.
But then I take control of my mind again, bring my awareness back to my body and realize they are still there in the room. I don’t move. They think I am unconscious but I am listening to what they are planning next.
Then I wake up.
The analysis for this dream will be posted at another time.
The best part of this dream is that even though there was an explosion in the distance with a plane hitting a building and the force of the explosion caused tsunami-type waves the outcome was really positive. We were a safe distance away and we were able to stay afloat on the water and not get pulled under.
In another part of the dream, someone wrote a text saying they thought they were bland and I was telling them, No, I don’t find them bland at all.
There was one other part of the dream where I was in a school. It was like I was checking it out to see if I could stay and work there and bring Gracie. I noticed that it was a school in a lower-income area and the kids were dressed poorly and eating unhealthily. I felt I’d love to work here to help the children. But then I saw that the students were really cruel to one another and they hurt each other and I didn’t want my daughter to be hurt by their negative behaviour. Then that evening there was a presentation in the auditorium and I realized there were a lot of Baha’is who were supporting this school and I thought it would be okay to join it.
During the day, I found my Y.E. was in the secretary’s office banging a drum and singing really loudly. It was disturbing everyone and disrupting their work but he didn’t care he just had to keep banging his drum & hollering. I left the area and thought how disturbed he must be. He just likes to hear the sound of his own voice.
I have seen all this before.
When it showed up before I was ill-equipped to deal with it because the negative figure in my life was so much better at being negative than I was at being good – but now I have skills, capacities, experience and confidence which allows me to experience things which are mildly or extremely negative and still move forward without issue.