The low flying helicopter was seen far out on the water. The people on the shore were shouting to the men starting the helicopter on the shore, “shut it off! It’s the DEA!” I barely had time to gather my stuff and they were leading me into a warehouse. Everywhere I looked was merchandise. But not drugs from what I could see. Household goods, supplies and such were everywhere.
Once again I found myself in a dream that kept going all night. Be taking here and there I was traveled about in limos and large black town cars. I awoke this morning and let me tell you, I felt like I had been “up” all night. I never remember “waking” up here, but I was awake all the time in the dream. Continue reading Losing Wait Is A Light Thing →
I have lots of dreams. Sometimes 5 or 6 a night. I said a few years ago, I am often not sure of what is dream and what is real or what is “my reality.”
Last night in a dream, I found myself in a crime family’s secret lairs. I found myself accepted as one of them because the person they thought I was had disappeared. I had been brought in because they “thought” I was one of them. One of their “architects” of finance and direction. Ironically, there was nothing illegal, but change had come. A high level meeting that caused some “hurt feelings.” I was escorted from that room. Later on I was in a back room and they came out and said “you have not left?” What I realized was they had elevated me to a very high position. The reason I was in danger was because I had been “promoted” over many others. I could not leave now they said. I had to be protected. As they made me all kinds of unusual and weird food, I found myself living a life that A) I was unaccustomed to and B) the tinge of danger was there. Would I be caught? What was I to do? I knew who I was and what God wanted for me. As I ate the final meal before being removed to a remote castle, a safe place, I awoke. Continue reading Steak Tartare And Finance – Reaching The Lost →
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The low flying helicopter was seen far out on the water. The people on the shore were shouting to the men starting the helicopter on the shore, “shut it off! It’s the DEA!” I barely had time to gather my stuff and they were leading me into a warehouse. Everywhere I looked was merchandise. But not drugs from what I could see. Household goods, supplies and such were everywhere.
