I must tell you something. But typing is difficult for me. I try to take the keys, but I can hardly catch. My hands are shaking too much. Fear. At least Carina is there today, otherwise I could not even write to you. Because the computer is broken down. Carina is stepped in because the night nurse is sick. I'm trying to let her in on anything, but I do not know if it works.
Last night I made the experiment. I wanted to be a good dream pilot. I've prepared myself as best I could. Before falling asleep I'm always repeating the same words hinge whispered to myself: I will dream and if I see a tree, I know that I am dreaming, Just as Devona has told me. And I have to wake me quite firmly resolved when they return. The horrific images.
is first and everything went well. I dreamed that I could fly. That was very nice. I have sailed a white beach. It was the same beach from which I've recently dreamed about before. The one with the palm trees. I'm the blue sea and the waves seen again. But this time there were no scraps, it was all very clear. It felt like I was really there and not in my room.
But suddenly I realized as I lose control of my flight. It was as if someone else secretly taken over the helm. I've looked down and suddenly everything changed. The water was no longer blue, but jet black as ink. And where there has just been standing still, the sun in the sky, was now the thin crescent of the moon. Something pulled me down to earth. I did not, but I could not help it. Knack, Knack.
I walk along a path. Through the middle of a dark forest. I can see the trees around me and want to wake up immediately. But it will not succeed me. I continue to be the way to the end and stand on the shore of a lake. The wind whistles. I look around, but it's so dark, that I do not hand over my eyes can see. Suddenly I notice that someone is watching me. From the forest itself triggers a shadow that slowly to expect.
And suddenly I know what is about to happen. Here in this lonely place. I know why I came here. And why I came back to earth. I have not done anything at that time. I'm not finished. I got a sign. Once I have it done. Killing. One last time And I know when. In four days. On 12 December. Here on this lake. That's my job!
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