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I dreamed that I was traveling with my son. We were at a hotel headed up to our room; it appeared to be that we were on vacation somewhere interesting. There were all kinds of beings moving around; besides the usual human type. We never actually made it to the room because the elevator is where we spent most of our time! Ugh!

We were the center of attention, because it seemed that everyone was eager and wanted us to get on the elevator with them, but some of the beings looked so weird that I didn’t want to ride with them, and others just seem to give out bad vibes! We had decided to ride with some of the beings that we thought looked normal (human) but then when the doors closed they would suddenly become rude or act idiotic or even start to “bully” us! Then we would end back up at the lobby elevator again! Other “humans” seemed so sad, and kept waiting for us to choose the RIGHT ride to get on—as if their happiness depended on us being right…hmmm (I don’t know how I knew that but that’s what it FELT like in my mind.)

“If we don’t learn from our history, we’re bound to repeat it until we do learn.”

After getting off ANOTHER “crazy” ride, Jay and I stood in front of the elevators for what seemed a long time for fear that we’d end up back where we started. Finally we had decided to take another chance and ride with “normal-looking humans”—again—but as we went up pass the floors they began to act with erratic behaviors, what one would call CRAZY! Suddenly the whole elevator car lifted up and out of the building and then just crashed back down to the earth! The other passengers were gone, so Jay and I were the only ones who exited the elevator, unharmed but I was very puzzled.

All the beings were standing around looking at us. There in the crowd were the sad humans—and this time they were crying. I woke up.

Perhaps there is, for all of us, a lesson to be learned here—or many lessons. You decide.

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I dreamed that I was in a place (looked like an auditorium) standing with chattering parents, and a strange man came in. He was clammy-looking with dull colored skin (whitish-greyish, it still was gross). I had seen him in another dream some time ago. He was not good in that dream either. In this dream he represented disease. When I saw him I ducked behind a chair and sit there. He began to speak and told the people who were present that he had some sort of vaccine to help heal their children—all the children had to do was lick or stick some sort of paper to their skin. He said the name but I didn’t remember it upon waking. He had a demo of which I was peeking through the space between two chairs to see. Then something dawned on me, if all the adults were in here, in what seemed to be an emergency meeting, where were the children? And what was happening that they would need a vaccination?

I ran out of the room but there parents already flooding the halls in a panic. Some people were spraying and cleaning parts of the school. I didn’t get what was going on, until I saw some of the children. They were walking in line very calm; that wasn’t the problem. They were gray-blue, like zombies. I could see their veins through their skin, in their faces and hands. The parents were in pure panic, and were told not to touch the children. The children appeared to not see them—they looked straight ahead as they walked. I ran to a bathroom to throw up but a man came in and asked me if there was a problem and if he could help me with something. I held my vomit and ran out as he proceeded to spray the bathroom toilets. The same was happening on all five floors. I saw only one person with some kind of skin-tight covering from head to toe; she came out of a room of which I went into, and there were men and women dressed in black-tie evening attire. They were laughing (I’m talking about head back open-mouth jolly) and holding glasses of champagne, and talking about weddings and other things. I lost that view for another point.

At this new point, I felt like I was hiding in a small bathroom when someone knocked on the door. I opened it and a man was there, clearly panicked. He kept saying he was sorry and that they had messed up and asked me what should they do now and if I could tell them what to do. I then figured that I must’ve been in a projection of someone else’s dream. In other words, I was experiencing an inception. The man said to “me” that he and the other parents didn’t have any money to give and that they would collect money from their businesses and insurances and such but that it would take time. I agreed and felt myself smile maliciously. I woke up.

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