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Andy and I was rushing thru city on our way somewhere. I’m not sure what the city was tho it seemed to be L.A. The reason that I questioned the location was that everything was very clean and well designed, the streets were small and narrow, and there was a lot of white, all similar to a European city like Stockholm. I was carrying a guitar case in one hand and a hat in the other. Andy had something in her hands tho I don’t recall what. As we moved along to our unknown destination, we came upon an Indian woman at the top of a very long escalator. She was carrying some items that obviously came from India, that seemed antique and were rather large. We helped her pick some things up that she’d dropped and in return she wanted to give Andy a large lapis container that looked like a lantern that hung by a chain, but it was actually opaque and the top opened on a hinge. Inside were large stones cut in octahedrons and were quite beautiful. Andy refused it tho, being that she didn’t have any desire to take on more “things” and so the woman offered her a beautiful bracelet which Andy did accept, and she gave the lantern like object to me. I really wasn’t sure how I was going to juggle another thing to carry but I liked this present so much I committed myself to trying.

We descended the escalator, heading off to the right and out the doors of the building and onto the street. The woman disappeared in another direction. We walked out to the street and there was someone directing traffic to stop so that pedestrians could cross in the crosswalk. We were just in time to make the last group to cross which was fortunate because there was a long line of cars that would’ve forced us to wait for a long time, which we escaped from. We walked into another building on the other side of the street that was full of shops. It popped into my mind that I would love to get an appraisal of the items we had just acquired and quickly scanned for somewhere to do that.

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I was in my truck, driving along with Harvey and we came upon an accident or caused an accident or something. This part is really vague. I recall a woman involved that had a black cat whom we ended up taking with us into the truck. The sheriff had come by and was trying to get information about what had happened and seemed to be holding me partly responsible for whatever it was.

The town we were in was very small and it seemed that Harvey was the local and I was the visitor, so the sheriff was embarrassed about having to detain us. We did everything we could to make it just a little more painful for him. For instance, that cat which seemed to take an incredible liking to me was laying upside down along my lap while me legs were extended across the cab of my truck. The cat had the most unbelievably thick, soft, black fur and just loved to be stroked. We told the sheriff that we couldn’t possibly get out of the truck to inspect the area while the cat was in a state of ecstasy like it was. It just wouldn’t be fair to the creature that had experienced so much trauma.

Eventually, the sheriff asked me for some identification and he told me he didn’t need to see it, that I could just give him the number. I did and it seemed to be too complicated for him so he insisted that he’d have to take me down to the sheriff’s department. I reluctantly followed him which wasn’t too far. When we arrived, he had me sit down to write out what I did for a living. Behind me, another person was writing out a deposition for something, but he had written it in latin. He gave it to another person who was reading it aloud and commenting on how perfect his latin was. I wrote something to the affect of, “I travel the world helping displaced children reconnect with families after times of crisis and upheaval, especially in countries stricken by war and famine. I do this with my own money and have the flexibility to provide aid without any strings attached which gives me the ability to help children immediately without delays or long wait times, to ensure their safety and proper care.” This also was making the sheriff squirm at brining me into the office but the whole thing was delightful in that we didn’t have an agenda for the day and were just moving along with life.

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I was driving around a desert town in a baby blue Cadillac Coup DeVille, mid 70’s era. Some people had loaded the back seat with their belongings and it was quite full. A group of people was intending on going to the city about an hour and a half away and they’d asked me to come but I’d rejected the invitation, not wanting to travel that far. I recall pulling up to a four-way crossroad, and turning left and pulling off onto the left side of the road, across the street from a gas station/food mart. I was chatting with a 20 something blonde girl about changing my mind about going to the city, and I told her that she could ride with me.

She confided in me that her heart was heavy because she’d been in a fight with someone that she held dear and had never fought with before. Now she was feeling like she didn’t want to see them anymore. I told her it sounded like the hero’s struggle. When we don’t find fault in another human, we tend to idolize them, and hold them in such high regard that we forget that they’re human, and humans are not perfect. When the person then does something human and we perceive it and judge it as “bad”, meaning that it affects in us the lower vibrational energies of anger, sadness, etc., we pull them down from the pedestal we’ve put them on and forget all the good qualities in that person, instead focusing on the bad ones.

This the hero’s struggle, to remain the hero despite the foibles that their heir to.

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I was riding a large bicycle, like a mountain bike. I was doing a bunch of tricks on it. One of them was balancing on the back wheel and getting the bike to rotate on the back wheel in full revolutions. I think I could almost to 3 complete revolutions before I had to let the front wheel down.

It was my last day at the job that I was at. It seemed like Yahoo! and there were co-workers that looked familiar. I don’t recall why I was leaving, but it was sad. A couple of my co-workers were crying. I remember looking at my email and noticing that after I looked at the last one, the server rejected my login. I also recall many things were white. The desks, the computers, and walls were all white. It felt like a huge change was coming.

I was walking out of a building onto a large grassy area, like soccer fields. I was supposed to meet some group of people that were doing activities tho I don’t recall what. I only remember that there was a bucket of dishes and upon arriving, someone asked me if I would do them. I said, “Ya know, I just got done doing dishes, and I had to do and the dishes at home. I’m done doing dishes for now. I’ll do something else.” In my mind, I was thinking back to doing an extraordinary amount of dishes and I was really over it.

It may have been the same field at night, but I walked up to that place that I’d be practicing with the band I was in. They were doing something a cappella that I recognized from somewhere, but it wasn’t a song that I was really familiar with so I stood there and listened. I think the lyrical content had something to do with someone’s grandfather.

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I was in a woman’s house after a break-in. She has just come in a discovered that someone had broken into her house but it wasn’t quite obvious what had been taken or why the intruder had broken in in the first place. I walked with her thru the kitchen toward the dining room where there was a large glass sliding door that opened to her patio and then out to the back yard where she had a large garden. The door had been left open so we walked thru the kitchen, examining this route that the burglars had obviously used when coming into the house. When continued on to the back of the garden where there was a fence. A couple of garden tools and a stack of wood had been shifted over to allow better access over the fence.

It was then that I realized that I had created all of this to make it look like someone had used this method to break into the house to throw off the woman and the police into believing that some mysterious someone had broken into the house when it was actually me that wanted access to the woman’s house. The thing was, I had no idea why I had done this and what I wanted from it.

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I was in a beach house sleeping in a big comfy bed when I was awakened by the thunderous whipping of a helicopter right outside the house. I got up and stepped onto the patio at the front of the house which peered over the ocean and saw a large black helicopter slowing moving to the right across the sky right in front of me. I also noticed a peculiar ball of plasma slowly coming up behind the helicopter.

There was a juniper hedge in front of the patio that was slightly obstructing a clear view of the scene so I stepped up onto one of the patio chairs to get a better look. As I did so, the plasma ball flew up and past the helicopter on it’s starboard side and looped around the front of it and swung right around to where it began, almost as if teasing or taunting the helicopter. Then, it flew around the starboard side again, but this time kept going right out in front of the helicopter to a distance of about 1,000 meters and the helicopter opened fire on it. But it wasn’t bullets that the helicopter was shooting which is what I would’ve expected. It was some sort of laser, similar to something you’d see in Star Wars, and the sound was a muffled shot, like a hand gun with a silencer. I don’t think it ever struck it’s target as the plasma ball simply disappeared.

Not more than 5 seconds went by and another plasma ball came up behind the helicopter and the whole thing simply repeated itself. I had been watching long enough that the sun had started to come up and I was obviously facing west because out over the ocean, the sky was still in the deepest of darkness, but I could tell that behind me, the sky was starting to lighten. I turned and looked up over my right shoulder and there I saw a huge UFO in the sky. I was shaped like a large, inverted, silvery metallic saucer with a half sphere in the center. The top of the UFO rose like a tower with quite a few levels, kind of like the old Capitol building in L.A., tho not quite as tall. Hooked onto the side of the ship was a large metallic android, colored in silver, red, and black. The experience happened very fast and was so startling that it shook me out of my sleep.

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