Epic Dreamer
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21-Jan-2008
12:25 PM
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I dreamt about a battle and love tonight. My Roman or Greek prince looking very much like Orlando Bloom. My stepmother was once again in my dream more like a matriarch figure, taunting yet nurturing at the same time, but to me it always feels like she yearns to see me fail. Huge dessert canyons come to mind, a battle fought in a great rippling divide near a waterway of some kind with bow and arrow. Underlying sexual feeling to the dream, unrequited love and passion. I felt like I belonged to this whole nomadic tribe of warrior woman in scantily clad outfits, like garter belts and stockings to present day time chronology but all together different outfits to fit this time period. Could this have been the Amazon women? Orlando Bloom fights his way through either to save me or to see me and when we touch I do not acknowledge his existence and he simply walks away. All the women around me feel there must have been some misunderstanding and try to call him back, but he will not listen. There is an abundance of collective sighs of disappointment. This is what they had been waiting for and I let them down as well as Orlando. Hurt his pride, made him feel that he had come to late and could not save me, or our love in time. For some reason, in my mind, I thought I was supposed to play dead, so I am upset that everyone misunderstood my true intention. I want to run after him and make him understand my intention was not to spurn him, but to play dead as I thought I should so as not to garner too much attention, but my pride will not let me. My playing backfired. I cannot remember what happened next in this strange dream.
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Epic Dreamer
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21-Jan-2008
12:28 PM
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I feel I dream of actors, because they are easy symbolism for a time period my mind is trying to convey. Orlando Bloom recently starred in Troy, which is an easy way for my astral self to signal to my physical self the time period as well as the people.
Is my true mission in this lifetime to learn how to forgive my stepmom? To come to terms and not let my bitterness for her eat away at me? Who is this woman that she so frequently resides in all of my dreams? Do I have unresolved issues with her? Is she mad at me? Or is she simply a black entity? Shades of blackness cloak her like a heavy blanket. Her and her son. Shape shifters, until time rips away their disguise and shows them at their most basic level. Trouble always has a way of doing that.
Is this correct or only semi-correct Rahul?
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