[Flynn’s note: I’ve REFUSED to enter my dreams for the past few months because of stress over a FAILED BUSINESS! If anyone has access to my past records, please keep it; so that I could at least review these entries and maybe post my stray thoughts for later on.]
Anyway, I recalled this morning’s dream about my hugging a `white guy`. I was much taller and wider than him. He felt very frail, almost without flesh and bones. But his overflowing light-colored garment covered what looked like a body but empty. He ran to me and we hugged. His head was near the height of my chest and his left cheek was against my breast.
Then I saw him lying down with his head to my left field of vision. I saw he had dark charred skin upon the whole of his forehead, both his closed eyes and cheeks and upon the whole nose. I placed my left hand and as `Father, if it is your will, please heal him`. I heard him let a soft moan as he tried to move his head upon the placement of my left palm OVER the vicinity of his affected area.
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