I’m in a temple. It seems incredibly ancient and there are a lot of people sitting around inside the temple. I get the feeling there’s an over-population problem or something ‘cos there are SO many people. There’s a man sitting against a wall who appears to be a blacksmith of some sort. In front of him is a fire with a large stone over it and he’s stoking it with a long metal rod. There’s a girl with him who looks to be a young teen. I approach with someone else, a woman I believe. We give the teen girl a large seed that reminds me of a rudraksha seed. She takes it a places it in front of the man on the stone over the fire. He starts to move it about with his metal rod and it starts turning to silver and spreading on the stone, creating a beautiful pattern, like a metal slapdash, inverted. He looks at us with astonishment and claims that we’ve been given authority to have a child. It seems this is an incredibly rare occurrence and quickly everybody knows that it’s happened and we’re the ones that did it. Another woman and his boy who looks like he may be a small man come up to the blacksmith and tell him they want the mold but he can’t give it to them. The boy/man pulls out a gun and shoots the man in the mouth. It seems that this whole process is fraught with conniving and fear and manipulation, but there’s some beauty in it. We’re given this ginger drink to consecrate the experience and we’re drinking it together when I wake up.
Thoughts: It seemed that having a child was a privilege but I’m not sure what prompted this dream or what the child is. Something new that I’ve cultivated in myself maybe with the astral projection process?
