| Dream: “Missing Legs” | Thursday, 27 February ~ Year unknown (1986?) |
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...into the pit of fire Play-acting out... something about Jesus. I walk into the streets and stuff. There’s a play in an auditorium. It is very involved. The audience is involved. At some point, we go out of the theater, into the streets. Then, were there! We were back in the streets... we're back in old Rome! Someone was hired to spy on someone. Someone paid him with a piece of copper for his deeds. There was some silver... a big coin -Roman. There was some stuff on paper. There was a book... praying in it. It was raised up. I ripped a piece off and put it in the pocket of my leather jacket. I realized that it belongs to a guy sitting there. I tell him that I’m saving it for the future. (Most of these books will be destroyed.) He doesn’t seem to mind. The play becomes real. There is joy in the streets. We sing with joy with them. People dance like on fire. We were walking along together. Also, people were smiling at us.
Frustrates... We had to get out of this building. We had just escaped from this place. I knew what to do. We did it before. Someone had told me to just walk out without fear. I have a knife in my hand. There's a big guard. I just walked by. I put the knife in my belt. I wouldn't need it. There was something about the one who had told the guard to stop us. There were several doors. Either someone tried, or we thought they were going to stop us at the last door. If they tried… something about the word, or words… we would be let through. I didn’t know what I’d need to say, but I was sure it would come to me. We went out to the streets. There are crowds of people. ... Someone attacked us. Something about Jesus... There were people selling things in the street, like they do in Philly.
Earlier, before we escaped from the building, we were attacked. Swords came through the walls. Guys with (something) jumped down from the top of the wall and attacked us. We beat them. Then, when I looked back, all of the bodies of the people we killed were gone. There was one body, in the corner. He was Golden. I walked over to Him. This is the person who was Jesus. He was weak and tired or looked like he had just come back to life.
It was real –the part in the streets had been acting, but the joy was real. When (something) stopped, I sat down (with) him. The people we were with didn’t want to help us. They wanted to go do some spying. They were onto something. The guy who had the stand with the book… he was the one who pulled out piece of copper to pay the guy with. There was some more sword fighting before the part that lead up to the place where the swords came through the wall. There was something about a piece of the wall being a one-way mirror.
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