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The Astral, The Living, The Purgatory Planes

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Feb. 1st, 2018 | 01:16 pm

From 1/27/18

Last night's dream was quite eerie.
I was brought by someone - a spirit, I believe - to an old, dank hospital. A hospital where people were in-between life and death. But not in the way that we know it; people were simultaneously existing on different planes while still existing together in this hospital. The spirit and I were floating a few feet above the floor. Slowly, walking towards us in this dismal green and white hallway, was Dakota. He was dressed in a loose hospital gown. My stomach dropped as I realized that this meant Dakota was dead. I went towards him. "Oh, Danny, I'm so sorry," I found myself saying several times as I held his arm.

Then, I woke up in the middle of the night, filled with anxiety. I felt that perhaps he did die, and this was his way of trying to tell me. I felt upset and scared (thinking about ANY spirit invading my dreams and personal space - which would not be the first time). Somehow, I fell back to sleep and dreamt further about other dimensions in which I could choose my fate. It was strange, like being in a large carpeted living room with a bunch of random people hanging around, and I would choose who got to be in my space. But that would also determine which plane of existence we would be on. Seemed like there was some fighting going on as well, some sort of mystery about who was missing. Not sure, but the whole thing was more than a little uncomfortable.

After official waking up for the day, reconsidering the dream and how I felt in my half-awake state.. I came to the conclusion that I'm really unsure what my real feelings are on this whole subject and the idea of "spirits" entering my space and dreams. I don't want to dismiss the feeling, but logic tells me I should. Who knows..

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