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Dream of: 11 April 2012 "Light-Held Swords"



Late at night in a dark parking lot, I was sitting alone on the passenger side of the front seat of a car when a brown-haired fellow (probably in his late 20s) dressed in brown stepped up to the open window on the driver's side. I had met the fellow earlier and I knew that his name was Steve, although I really didn't know him. As he began talking with me, he reached inside the car and took a red pack of Marlboro cigarettes off the front dash, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. When I asked him to give me one, he said that he had taken the last one. I then reached into the upper-left inside pocket of the jacket which I was wearing and I discovered a couple cigarettes.
When he continued talking and mentioned something about our going out and doing something, I began thinking that he might be gay and that he might be coming on to me. I quickly let him know that I wasn't gay and that I wasn't interested. He answered that he wasn't talking about him and me getting together, but that he meant we could find a couple girls, and he averred that he knew a couple attractive girls with whom we could have sex. That two girls would simply have sex with us sounded a little strange to me. When he clarified that we would first have to buy them a little heroin, his proposition made more sense. He figured we would have to buy $50 worth of heroin for each girl (who I imagined would be in their early 20s). I thought I would want to see the girls first - I certainly didn't want some skank. He said the girls were attractive, which I thought was definitely possible. I thought that as soon as we would meet the girls, I would want to establish that if we gave them the heroin, they would have sex with us.
As I thought about his proposition, I began to vividly imagine the scene where we would meet the women, although I never had a vision of the women themselves. I could see two little metal cans (perhaps five centimeters tall) which contained the heroin. The place which I envisioned was a bare grimy room with a few pieces of furniture. I envisioned the women as being artistic and I thought that while we were in the room, they could paint a painting of the sordid little room. I could clearly see the painting of the room taking shape, and I thought I might even add a few piles of brown dog feces to the painting to emphasize the decadence of the scene.
Suddenly, however, as I looked at the painting, it was as if a bright light went off in my mind, and I thought of adding something else to the painting: I would add several rays of bright light streaming into the room from different points and at the end of each ray would be a little hand clutching a sword sticking straight up. Simultaneously, as I envisioned the light-held swords, I thought how my thoughts of the rays of light seemed to somehow originate or be connected with imagery from some dreams which I had lately been reading online by a woman who went by the name of "the Messenger". The imagery of light seemed to derive from her dreams and the addition to the painting of beams of light holding swords seemed fitting.
The preceding dream is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts*
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