Here is this morning’s dream:
0454. I was inside a building full of South Asian people. I cannot recall if they were wearing long garbs. The place was white/well-lighted. I could see hand-rails of white or at least I was making my way “forward” through the crowd on a second story or somewhere above ground because of the banisters.
I saw that two guy were carrying off a girl who kept raising her head. She might have been dead, a zombie or just sick and barely clinging on to life. I don’t know what was happened. But they were walking off with the girl from my left to my right.
I found myself rubbing her forehead with something cruchy, like crushed peanuts. While rubbing her forehead with the light-colored, peanut-like/powdery stuff, I said a few words and she went peacefully.
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