This is a long one, so I'll let it speak for itself:

Monday, April 4th
Had a dream yesterday morning that I was in an Egyptian civilization, which was somehow stuck between both the past and future; there were traffic lights along the dirt road, vehicles along with carriages, and my father, the King, was talking to his disciples using a handheld intercom system. My sister was to be married, and had a little girl that she had with her at all times. There was a burial ceremony being held there, with a stone casket and a little casket for the weapons that were used to kill the man (or that the man owned?) I was backed into a stone tower where a guard ogled me and I ran away. At the same time, I seemed to be having a dilemma at my real-life work; these two worlds were somehow intertwined.


Later on my sister and I were stopped on the street by a news van that seemed to be from another, more civilized country, asking about our customs and current state of affairs. One of them showed my sister that they were wearing jeweled high heels, and my sister was immediately taken.

Later on my brother was having a birthday and was upset by his present. I assured him that it was because they loved him. We went into this tent bar where my sisters were; I suddenly realized I had needed to be there on time to see a soothsayer. There was a sign on the wall that said "Knock once and I will know you are here. You must give me 9-11 nail cuttings. Bring along the objects of your current thoughts." I peeled off some nail clippings, and held them tightly in my fist, along with an egg-shaped locket on a necklace and some gold rings that looked like an ankh*. I went to the back where there was a little curtained room, and an iron gate (like the ones that cover store fronts) in an even smaller curtained area within it.

My older brother was in front of me. Then they decided to do a group one with all of us; a sort of film opened up in the curtain where we saw this cave-like hell of bones and stone. Then a KFC commercial started playing, and there was an Egyptian battle being staged with McNuggets. The soothsayer put a heavy crown on both of us, as well as dried papaya/mango. She instructed us to drink ginger ale. There was a small ring (much like one of mine) floating in the air and she took it, asking if she could have it. I said that it was okay, as it seemed the ring had chosen her.

Later on in the dream, I found our exiled father bedridden in an odd modern looking apartment, hidden away behind many rooms and stairs. He was suffering from an STD that he got from another man. My siblings didn't want to help him, but I told them we must, as it was not his choice, and God must have wanted him to be this way. I walked onto a floating staircase in the other room where the set-up looked like a life-size dollhouse. There was a woman nursing a baby, but they looked like dolls. When I asked her a question, she came to life, and told me that she could not go to work because she was busy with the baby. I offered to babysit for her, and had a vision that I almost dropped the baby, as I could not grab a hold of it.

*So here's some interesting trivia...I was trying to figure out what the hell that little symbol was for the longest time after I had that dream.  I finally found it online: an ankh.

Here is Wikipedia's definition:
"The ankh appears frequently in Egyptian tomb paintings and other art, often at the fingertips of a god or goddess in images that represent the deities of the afterlife conferring the gift of life on the dead person's mummy; this is thought to symbolize the act of conception. Additionally, an ankh was often carried by Egyptians as an amulet, either alone, or in connection with two other hieroglyphs that mean "strength" and "health"......Mirrors of beaten metal were also often made in the shape of an ankh, either for decorative reasons or to symbolize a perceived view into another word."

Spooky huh?

Labels: egypt, family, future, history, nails, pasta, rings

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