Thank you Soul Brother.
You ever need and and ask for me will always try my best to be there for anybody who would like me.
I still have not had enough time to truly answer and elaborate on what I hear other people saying here, all of which I think is beauty.
How cannot such a thing as dream experience be anything other beautiful.
I had this dream before the merger and now seems prophetic.
I have kept it to a short dream telling as this is not my thread.
If any one would wish for some of my epic dreams I would be more than happy to oblige upon request.
This will be my last recount I promise.
I was in London and a tourist. I was with a bunch of television characters, all Americans.
We were all friends and youthful and brash except for our Mother and Father. I was an adopted member of this family.
I had come to them bare and without speech, they had learned me how to speak.
We were all late for the train which if we missed we would all be late for something.
else, possibly our plane.
The Mother of the family had given me a letter from someone, who I found was my blood family and she had told me to think about what the letter said before I made the decision to come back home with them, I think Okalahoma was mentioned.
I found that the letter was a weird sort of will and that it had directions to my inheritance.
As I followed the wills instruction I came upon a library that was out in the open, right in the middle of Trafalgar Square.
They were all my books the will told me.
But then as I started to box them up I realised that I only had one friend with me who was trying to rush my packing, a whole library.
As I started to move the books it started to rain and I worried my inheritance would get wet.
My friend brother was helping me, but we had a train to catch and Mother had the tickets.
So we boxed up some and took them to the train station, as I ran back alone for more books I just remember thinking ‘do I have time to save all of my library?’ ‘Are you willing to lose your family for some books?’ ‘what is the point in having a whole library if you have no-one to love?’
The rain started falling again and as I was half way through packing I looked up to the sky and knew the books were meaningless.
I dropped the heavy bag I was carrying and ran for the train station and as I arrived I saw the end of a train go out of sight and reach.
I was left there on the platform alone.
There are many details I left out like the braces my brother wore on his slacks,
The curly of my mothers hair.
The SMELL of the station platform.
And so so so much else.
I still have the dream retained if any one has any questions.
But this dream was trying to tell me something and I would open up the question also now.
What do you think this dream meant?
All my best intentions,