Had that bad dream again, at the Mission, oh no not this one again knew it like the back of my hand. First time I remember it awake. The one where the energy came to choke in a literary way, big big trouble in part our own making (?). No one could outrun it. No one could get past the gate, falling to the ground with sick, or far worse, dragged UP the closest wall. I had predicted it but not quickly enough. I was the usual litmus test, and also responsible for them. A wife like person. A rebbitzin like person. I don't know if we were Christian, but we were group leaders. I was unofficial. I don't think I was your wife, or not yet. All respectable, don't get me wrong, no problem with THAT. Oh you I think were the preacher, so I guess we may have been Christian.. When I say you, I don't know who you are now, today in this life. I just don't. But this bud may be for you, be careful. I was surprised by the way I knew this dream, as if I'd dreamed it a thousand times. I was very surprised by its contents, the strength of them. What on earth was it, what causes that? Did we merely awaken it? Or, as it felt, did we do something to actually cause it & what the hell could that have been? Were we bad & selfish people, or people who meant well but majorly screwed up? What on earth could we have done? You, reader - connected of my soul- does it seem familiar to you or no? There was a medium-tall tower, quite usual for the time & place. We were not natives. Whole group on a mission. No one died in this event, we persevered, I don't know how. Beyond that a have no information. I'm hoping imagery was metaphoric, but I suspect not.
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