Dreams about The Room
I had several dreams about the room, all of which were very difficult to remember and write about. It seemed a place out of time where I never knew what would happen to me or when. I had to be on my guard at all times, prepared for terrible things to happen always.
The room is always the same, there are no changes with the light, the colour of the room or the amount of furnishings. With the exception of the one time I was given the kitten to play with, I have nothing to help me pass the time while there. Just the bed against the wall where I imagine I spend all my time.
These entries were made I believe while on the road, or at least at a time when I did not have a journal to write in, so the pages were actually only found just before moving to Ecuador. Unfortunately though for some reason I did not write down the dates on these loose pages, so I will have to estimate the year they were presented to me in my dreamtime.
On this particular visit to the room, I was sleeping. I woke up suddenly, my inner radar alerting me to someone approaching the room. I am very frightened, my heart pounding so hard that I feel as though it will burst through my chest. So much fear!
I do not know if this next entry was part of the dream just mentioned, but I believe that it definitely was connected to the room because I wrote these dreams all together in point form. I think this was because I did not have a journal and was trying to keep dreams of a certain theme together.
I was taken from the room to be witness to this event. All that I remember about this particular dream was what I witnessed happen to two birds that I felt were my friends. Perhaps they were like my kitten, given to me only to take them away in the form of brutal torture. These birds reminded me of the two budgies we had while living in Saskatoon, only they were larger. Suddenly shots were fired from someone beside me aimed at the birds. I saw feathers flying with the wing of one bird dangling as the helpless birds ran in circles. I was screaming for them to stop, but it is too late, the birds are gone. After there is a very strange taste in my mouth like sulphur and salt, a very weird combination. Also my tongue is very swollen, but I’m not sure why. This taste carries into the next dream which must have happened the same night.
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In this dream I am in the living room about to watch TV. A man comes into the room with a box, something he wants to show me. Ever hopeful, I am thinking this is a good surprise, maybe because of where I am, a place where so far I have not had a bad experience. I see a small duck come out from under the box somehow and it is literally falling apart. I don’t know how to explain what I saw, but it is like it had been burned with acid or something the way it was falling apart. One of it’s wings was falling off it’s body and all of it’s feathers were wet with some kind of liquid. The bird is alive and in so much pain and I am holding my hand over my mouth screaming NO!!! I could not sop what was happening though, the damage was done before the box was brought into the room. As I am watching I get the same taste of sulphur in my mouth as well as the swollen tongue which lasts after the dream is over.
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In this dream I am picked up by a man who puts me on his lap. I am naked from the waist down and made to straddle this man’s crotch, wrapping my legs behind him while he is holding my bum.
Somehow he gets his penis out and I can feel it big and hard as he slides it between my legs. It ends with a wetness that I can feel between my legs and the crack of my bum which makes me feel very uncomfortable. I do not understand what just happened.
*see The Awakening Chapter III, page 116
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