Just had a pretty odd waking experience.
Son had to get up for school and he set his alarm. I heard it and woke up too, but I was also having a dream.
Seeing that he was up fine and had things well in hand, I continued to take care of the tasks in my dream.
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I had to turn the pages in this storybook to sync it up with where ‘the images’ were. Where those images were coming from, I’m not sure.
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There were two little girls who had come into the room with their mothers. New Year passed a long time ago but I was finding money to put into envelopes to surprise them with.
Earlier in the dream, a sinister kind of older man had tricked me into going down an elevator into the lowest level of this building to a place with no exit. They’d trapped the scientists down there for decades. They were all white-haired surviving down there. It was a threatening, potentially lawless place. I was young and suspected I was being consigned to this place and they would possibly do ill to me.
As the elevator doors opened, and I realized what was happening, I jumped forward into the room with a yell, and I awoke somewhat, suspecting that I might have actually yelled in thethe waking world.
So the veils between dreaming and waking were somehow thinner than they usually are for me.
Time to meditate.