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Cold Sweat
Mon Jul 26, 2010 12:46:22 pm
My mattress had sufficient retained heat to make me sweat despite the chilly air blowing over me. I was simultaneously hot and cold throughout the night. I think that was a major influence in my dreams. The two that I recall both involved a high level of danger.
The first dream involved being a spy. I was investigating a criminal network. We knew they were smuggling something, but we did not know what. When I arrived at the scene, I recognized a man who was there. He was a former co-worker of mine in real life. He recognized me and nodded silently, as if he did not want anyone to know that we were acquainted. When he reached the checkpoint, he suddenly sprinted, but he was detained by guards. Someone asked "who owns this slave?" I said I did and they let him go with me. Prior to that incident, I did not know that this was a slavery operation. We casually walked away until we found a hiding place and hid for a long time. The situation was very dangerous, because I did not actually have documentation indicating that I was a slave owner. We were fortunate that those documents had not been requested.
The second dream also involved a checkpoint with guards. This one was a border crossing. I'm not sure which country I was trying to enter. I had a packet of salt in my pocket that contained an image of a political leader from the country that I was leaving. The guard was deeply offended by this and demanded that I destroy it. He would not even confiscate it directly. I had to do the destruction because he did not want to touch it. I was ordered to separate the fragments in multiple garbage cans.
Mon Jul 26, 2010 12:46:22 pm
My mattress had sufficient retained heat to make me sweat despite the chilly air blowing over me. I was simultaneously hot and cold throughout the night. I think that was a major influence in my dreams. The two that I recall both involved a high level of danger.
The first dream involved being a spy. I was investigating a criminal network. We knew they were smuggling something, but we did not know what. When I arrived at the scene, I recognized a man who was there. He was a former co-worker of mine in real life. He recognized me and nodded silently, as if he did not want anyone to know that we were acquainted. When he reached the checkpoint, he suddenly sprinted, but he was detained by guards. Someone asked "who owns this slave?" I said I did and they let him go with me. Prior to that incident, I did not know that this was a slavery operation. We casually walked away until we found a hiding place and hid for a long time. The situation was very dangerous, because I did not actually have documentation indicating that I was a slave owner. We were fortunate that those documents had not been requested.
The second dream also involved a checkpoint with guards. This one was a border crossing. I'm not sure which country I was trying to enter. I had a packet of salt in my pocket that contained an image of a political leader from the country that I was leaving. The guard was deeply offended by this and demanded that I destroy it. He would not even confiscate it directly. I had to do the destruction because he did not want to touch it. I was ordered to separate the fragments in multiple garbage cans.






