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Alchemyst
Age: 27 Zodiac: 
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 5:06 am |
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I find myself in an old monastery in front of a bookstand turning pages of a very ornamented book. The books seems to be full of religious and ornamented typography or mythology in it. I noticed that I'm not properly clothed as in a monastery so I quickly listed the pages till the end of the book and got out of the monastery. I noticed my sister was also in the monastery and also students of religion were getting out of a room, as if their lecture just finished. The students noticed I'm not a priest since I'm not properly clothed.
Then I noticed that in my pocked I have all there different by size and by material, old coins. A beggar noticed the coins in my palm as I was just realizing that those are not regular, but antique ones. I didn't wanted to give his from those, so I put them in the pocked and told him I'll give him money, but I was planning to give him some regular coins instead. However I started feeling insecure because people in the neighborhood seems to started feeling that I own something very valuable, so I left the beggar without money and quickly rushed to get home, but home was far.
It started to get dark. I thought of flying, because flying was the quickest method to get home faster, so I started flipping my hands. In my left hand there was a book which interfered me with my flying, so I put the book into my pocked, while in the right pocked there were the coins.
It's already full dark and I started getting lost. I thought I should quickly find the main avenue because it's more populated, safe and lighten, but when I started searching for the main avenue I found even more lost, trapped in front of an abyss in which the bottom I couldn't see because there was dense mist in it. I noticed from the right side of me there was an abandoned house.
In that moment I started getting flashed of some object, a big bag or something. The feeling was as if I have a sixth sense. It was very scary and I quickly realized I'm seeing some past event of this abandoned place. I heard the voice of my girlfriend (she has a sixth sense by the way) telling me "it's a man, it's a man", so I concluded there was a man berried in the bag.
It was very intense moment and I woke up feeling my body very stressed, stiffed, probably full or stress hormones released.
Recurring symbols: flying, getting lost, mist, insecure (Muslim) neighborhood.
By the way I'm Christian only by tradition and in search for the truth I more or less end up beyond Christian framework, mysticism or so.
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