I dreamt of my cousin Roderick, who was on my right field of vision. He saw his look through old photos and I saw that he intentionally dropped a photo of MY family, which numbered in five. Either he or I picked up the photo. And I pushed him forward with my right hand behind his back, which seemed the height of a small child. The hall was just in front of us and dimly lit. And then I found myself trying to talk to Rod but my voice was stuck in my throat. I then relaxed my throat, meditated and prayed. Soon, my lowered voice seemed booming enough for Rod to hear. Then he was possessed and I tried to cast out of demon. He was laying on his back on a bed in front of me. His head was to the left and his feet were to the right. When I said/thought to cast out the demon, I hesitated just time for him not to hear me well enough that he turned his head towards me. I then went to my paternal uncle Rudy to come to the room. As he walked down the hall and followed me, I turned to my right to see that he had transformed into my paternal uncle Ver, who was wearing his distinct 70’s style but in red color.
In this next dream, there were lots of people seated in a very brightly lit room of mostly white walls. They appear to be Hispanic because of their dark hair and they were taking a test. The seats descended at an angle and I found myself going down the “left” aisle to look at something and then found myself going back up the aisle. I could see a door in front of me that lead into this white room full of people. The area past the door appeared darkly lit and pitch black. To my left, a Hispanic woman was looking at me as I was thinking what next to do.
My next note was something about cake. But I forgot.
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