December 2004, January 2005
26 August 2005
I dreamed sitting at a table with OSHO. I had to laugh, and asked Him when He was going to tell again he died... He looked different, younger. Next moment we are in a room, standing, and He asks me weather I believe that being aware is the only thing to 'do', and I say yes. That is what I believe. Next moment He asks me to sit on the floor in front of Him. He goes and sit behind me, and focuses on the bottom my spine. For hours... (Seemed like 8)
15 September 2005
I dreamed being with my father in Indonesia. We slept in the same hostel, but he left early. I went out to look for him, and he was at a local food shop, where he was sitting on the floor eating something like Sushi's. I wanted the best they had, and they showed how they made them. The meat came out of a plastic package, and I recognized it as something I bought also. Next moment I am going back for the hostel, to get my luggage, not wanting to leave it alone, when I find out the Hostel lady is taking care of it. She is a sweet woman, and I trust her. Going back out, I am looking for my father. I have the feeling I have to go to the train station, since we are about to go on a trip into the bush. Going through the front door of the train station, there is a man wounded on the floor, and some people attending him. There are people outside, ringing the bell, and hammering on the windows of the door. A man tries to quiet them, but they won't stop. It feels like they are calling for the help of spirit, more then trying to get in.
I dreamt about enormous planes flying through the sky. The looked like smooth colourfull toy planes, and they rotated playfully like wales in the ocean. I was looking at them from a naighbourhood of tower like buildings, going up high in the sky. One of the was mine, a bit back from the main street. I was a the top of the building when one of the planes caught fire. It was huge and Yellow. It turned and came back at me, and crashed right in front of me. The dream was very colourfull and happy.
4 december 2006
I dreamt I was dying from being shot. The bullet wasn't killing me, but the poison on it was. I killed the attacker with his own gun with 4 shots, but I was hospitalised and dying. I was convinced it wasn't my time, and as normally I die easily and peacefully, now I was worried about Tischa, how to protect her, and I wasn't at easy about dying at all. At the point of death taking me, I returned. I survived. But I went all the way... It was worrysome..
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