I had the following dream in my twenties:
A group of us are being held hostage by several men. We all lay on the deck at the front of a cottage in the middle of a field. The men sit inside watching us. We have to jump up and catch a transistor flying through the air when no one is looking to gain our freedom. I do this and am released. I walk toward the woods.
Dreams come for the benefit of the soul, not the mind. They speak in the soul’s…Continue
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