It was one of those dreams that stick on one's head after I wake up, therefore, I think there's something to it, and I need to get out it before I forget.
The key themes I detected in this dream was curse and prophesy;
In another patch of the universe through some time space continuum, a farmer in the BC era held a farm holding. What happened next appeared to be loosely based on the tale of Job. His allotment was struck by a ring of fire, his farm, his livestock, everything was swallowed into the pit, ablaze. This fire extended as a path, like a sun flare connecting this universe with the earth. The scorched livestock manifested into the air by a whirlwind and assembled to form the remainder of Trump's border wall, fulfilling his promise.
The Lord made a promise to only cease this bridge of fire, upon the farmer's redemption, only then the curse shall be lifted.
Cue to a shift in dream where I am now entering a bathhouse, where I witness two men dead on the tile. I previously saw these men enter through a window, only to drop dead. Concerned, I do not linger any longer in fear I too will drop dead. I move through the bowels of the steam complex, finding more and more bodies. I see new customers try to enter, however, I warn them of my discovery and implore them to travel no further. Eventually, I make it to the concierge and demand to know the meaning of this.
And then I wake up.
It was interesting to me, usually I forget my dreams, but this one seemed to hold some significance.
The key themes I detected in this dream was curse and prophesy;
In another patch of the universe through some time space continuum, a farmer in the BC era held a farm holding. What happened next appeared to be loosely based on the tale of Job. His allotment was struck by a ring of fire, his farm, his livestock, everything was swallowed into the pit, ablaze. This fire extended as a path, like a sun flare connecting this universe with the earth. The scorched livestock manifested into the air by a whirlwind and assembled to form the remainder of Trump's border wall, fulfilling his promise.
The Lord made a promise to only cease this bridge of fire, upon the farmer's redemption, only then the curse shall be lifted.
Cue to a shift in dream where I am now entering a bathhouse, where I witness two men dead on the tile. I previously saw these men enter through a window, only to drop dead. Concerned, I do not linger any longer in fear I too will drop dead. I move through the bowels of the steam complex, finding more and more bodies. I see new customers try to enter, however, I warn them of my discovery and implore them to travel no further. Eventually, I make it to the concierge and demand to know the meaning of this.
And then I wake up.
It was interesting to me, usually I forget my dreams, but this one seemed to hold some significance.
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