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Hello, my name is Liz Figueroa. In here you will read about my experiences while on my journey through spiritual awareness. From my dreams, use of pendulum and Tarot, meditations,out of body/astral projection as well daily spiritual lessons. Join me and learn with me, while awaken the true light beings within ourselves.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Dream: The Tribal Tattooed Man in The School House
Feb 20, 2009
I found myself like in a military armory similar to the ones in the states. I was wearing civilian clothes and kind of lost in my surroundings. I was looking for a friend of mine. In my desperation, I kept asking anyone for directions to the supply room, to anyone I saw around. Everyone was going in difference directions wearing the green camouflage Army uniform but there was no expression in their faces, they were like zombies.
I finally found my friend in one of the rooms that look like a huge warehouse but full of school desks, it was like a study hall. Everyone seems to be studying a paper. I kept asking my friend “Please, help me to get out of here, to find my way home” but when my friend remained in silent, I almost burst into tears, when I saw this huge white man. This man was bigger than an average male. He had broad shoulders, very strong like those of those guys that practice wrestling on TV. He have golden blond hair up to his shoulders—pleasant smile and peaceful deep blue eyes. However the strange thing I noticed about him was a huge tribal tattoo typical of tribes in Hawaii, on his left side of his face and neck.
He said something to me that I didn’t understand at first, as I was upset and desperate to get answers. I sat in one of this school desk behind my friend and I said, “Why no one wants to help me—all I want is to get out of here". This man that I described before touched my arm and said—“Just hold on, I will help you to get out of here, but you have to wait”.
I calmed myself down and look up to a huge piece of white paper in one of the columns of the building. This paper was changing constantly, when I saw it—it was like a newspaper but as the light keep shining on it, the face of the newspaper kept changing. They were showing world news and in some I saw the new president Obama. I was wondering why they were showing this holographic newspaper on the column. I looked at the huge man, one more time when suddenly I found myself laying in my bed, fully awake.
Labels: Vivid Dreams