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Another Dream 10/15/2004 12:15:36 AM
I have the weirdest! This one I will try to interpret at another time.
I was at what used to be a Post Office, now turned into a small restaurant, though it still maintained a few shiny postal boxes. A young man explained to me that he didn’t have time to do all the mail, including mine. I told him that it was ok, that I had another box at another Post Office.
We, he and a pretty young girl, walked up the street to an abandoned ramshackle building that was very much like a stand-alone garage. There was no front door. I was looking out a back window. A small circular shape about the size of a flat baseball separated from a cloud, shot across the sky, got bigger, and then turned into a flying saucer such as seen in the movies, lights and everything. I went to the front and peered up at it. It seemed to see me, and turned on its edge as it dove towards the building. I ducked back inside. The other two did not seem to be as worried as I was. I looked out a second time. It dove again. The third time I looked out, dark grey, triangular shaped small ships separated from it and headed for Earth. I found a way out through the back and hid in an attachment to the building. Peeking through a crack in the wall I saw creatures, triangular in shape, though indented in the middle, and the same colour (maybe they were what I had taken to be ships) carrying the other two away on their shoulders. Thinking I was safe I stuck my head out again. Another one was walking by, spotted me (he was huge) and I ran. I awoke on the ship. The creature told me they had gotten so much information from me that they gave me a gift in return; one that I would know about when the occasion arose that I needed to use it. I woke up in bed at home thinking that I had been given another lifetime to live; that instead of getting older I would get younger until I reached a youthful age. Only then would I start to age normally again.
The dream was in beautiful colour.
Footnote: Premier Klein, of Alberta, Canada, was in the picture a couple of times. Once I passed a restaurant and he was sitting behind a counter wearing a bright blue shirt. He was the manager.