Finally, I’m writing… I’m transporting a prisoner in a large black and white truck. I don’t know who the prisoner is. We stop at some sort of resort. It think I’m in New England somewhere. I’m visiting a family that may be my own. I meet two girls who are 18 and very wealthy and successful at being hairdressers. I think that they must appeal to a younger crowd. It’s a reflection of a younger generation that thinks they know it all. I’m getting ready to leave and I check that the prisoner is still there. I start backing the truck up but it’s so large that I can’t find a good place to turn around. There are many people around the resort and some are trying to help, especially since I seem to drive into a party. I get close to turning around and I know that I’m running out of time before something happens and I’m not able to leave. There’s a guy who’s part of a large family. It may be my family but I’m not sure. Then it happens… Mark Hamill lookalike shows up and starts taunting this other guy. There’s a church next door and “Mark” is the guy’s brother. He lures the guy into the church and I follow. There are others to follow but that fall on the wet pavement in puddles and are shocked by tiny electrical charges in the water. I follow Mark and the guy and a few others into a large music room. They start to play gospel and sing. I’m standing next to a large piano and start tinkering with the keys. I know I want to sing but I’m not familiar with the song.
Emotion: I feel like I’m not qualified to have this big truck and at the same time I am. I have the prisoner and no one questions my authority. I’m excited to play music.
‘Minds me of: I watched the Jake video that Brad sent me. He was young and like a minister online. He spoke in a way that obviously touches people in the way a preacher does. It was interesting and kind of simple pump you up kind of encouragement. Was it a message for me on what I should be doing? I usually that kind of stuff rather vapid. But apparently it worked for Brad. It reminds me of the ineffectiveness of psychotherapy. And maybe Brad has an entity, (the prisoner). Mark needs to use the force, music. Can I do it?
