That's a strange one Coop.
I'm in a communal room with a bunch of computers playing music on one of them. Some younger people there sitting on the couch. I have a pound of weed in a bag on my lap. I play some reggae. Look at in my lap and the weed is gone. Get up and find out one of these guys took it. I get it back but the bags been opened and some of the weed is gone. I get pissed off and threaten to elbow the guy in the head. There's a scuffle and he gets a cut lip. I look at him and he spits blood at the floor looking pissed off.
I'm outside of some building at night and there's a burnt orange BMX. I check it out. Fancy trick frame. Its locked by bike chain.
I want to ride it. Can't get the chain off. Say to myself. Well it's just a dream, all I have to do it intend that the chain comes undone. Chain comes undone.
Have a closer look at the frame of the bike. Its called a Fire Eagle. Even has a gold eagle on it.
(Once had a trance state vision of Eagles circling me made of gold light).
I hop on it and wonder if the owner of the bike will give chase. They come running out but I ride away down the road too fast for them.
I ride the bike into some building front square and inside.
There's a straight stair and I ride down it into the lower level then down more stairs.
I find a business down there and a man in a grey suit ushers me into a cafe. Its silver service.
Fancy table cloth, silverware. Lots of polished dark wood.
He sits opposite me at a table talking about something seemingly important.
I see my hands on the table. I remember myself and point my pinky finger at the man's face.
It immediately morphs from human to typical devil. Red skin, yellow highlighting.
I hear "You did it! You found them!" Assuming the voice is talking about my hands.
He's still morphing like crazy. Goes from being a demon to blobs of snot yellow, almost cartoon like. Can't hold form. This thing is a mass of morphing shape and colour. Trying to hide its form by continually shifting shape.
I keep pointing my little finger at it.
I get up to leave the table and he/it hands me a mobile telephone. I take it and answer.
"Is that you God?"
A drawling voice , deep and sluggish answers.
"Well no....Listen you need to stop concerning yourself with these things" it says.
"Do you care about me?"
"Well....yes and no"
"Are you a psychologist?"
Weird conversation. I was asleep at my Mom's. She made noise and woke me up.
The voice sounded like one would expect the demonic to sound. Very Smaugish.
Hmmmm anyway been looking for love. He likely means dating sites which I've been wasting time with lately.
Was a breakthrough dream because still accumulating energy. Obviously helping me to access my dream mind cohesiveness ( being more aware in dreams).
Edited by Justintime, 25 June 2021 - 07:09 AM.