ROMAN OR EGYPTIAN OVERSEER

DREAM

CONTENT: ROME or EGYPT, POSSIBLE PAST LFE

SUMMARY

I'm a white male with command of men and black slaves in ancient days.

PRELIMINARY EVENTS

Apprx. 2:30 - 2:50pm (day of dream).

I had prayed to God—rather insolently—about my future. I tried to provoke him into giving me a purpose for living or, as I demanded, that he destroy me or let me leave Earth. It was a long and heart felt prayer. I went to sleep immediately after and this dream was the result.

DREAM ACCOUNT

Thursday, April 23, 1992
5:10 PM

SEGMENT 1

(Observing). Dreamed that two people are talking to each other and a white man[1] dashes off to help someone whose roof is suspected of collapsing soon, then I see me standing in a hallway by the doorway of my bedroom.[2] The room is a pinkish color (as in reality) and seems in disarray. There is a big pile in the middle of the room, and the dream focuses on three very small pocket sized pictures. One of them is of a little black girl.

(Participating now). I have a great fear that the roof will collapse upon me. I hesitate to go inside the room, so I order two people to go in and retrieve the pictures. They come out, and I remain by the doorway, sticking my head inside to look at the roof area above the door (which open inside to the left as in reality). I look for cracks there and throughout the roof. Seeing no visible cracks, I step into the room. I think to myself that there doesn't seem to be a problem. When I leave the room I enter the next phase of the dream.

SEGMENT 2

(Observing & Participating). Now, I've just entered some sort of high ceiling building from outside through a wide doorway (no door & it was daytime and sunny). I get the feeling that there is no roof or that it is so high up as to give the impression of not being there. The building is reasonably well lit from whatever light enters from the entrance or overhead and has a feeling of great height. There is sunlight coming from my left through an opening just out of viewing range [at the time of writing this earlier update I had the image of arches or columns, something that would give the feeling or appearance of a wall but allowing the feel of the outdoors.] The building has towering, dark gold brown walls of stone or brick. There is a three to five feet wide path (about 7 feet long) that leads from the doorway. It is bordered on both sides by the aforementioned walls and at some point midway these walls have about four or more twelve inch wide doorless openings of small rooms that are stalls of some kind[3]. There are at least 3 of them, possibly on each side. The path is covered with leveled out sand that feels moist and soft underfoot and has a beige color and when it's stepped on, goldish brown shadows are left behind. l believe I have on sandals, because no sand is getting between my toes. The moistness pleases me greatly. The atmosphere of this area feels ancient like Rome or Egypt, and a gold color pervades (see SK2).

Because I appear to be observing and participating simultaneously at times, I know and feel myself to be tall and slender, either white or a light skinned black man, but I feel feminine. I am wearing a white tunic dress that comes just over the knees and is either short-sleeved or sleeveless. The tunic is trimmed in gold along its front edges and bottom hem. I am wearing gold colored sandals that are very thin, perhaps tying at the ankle. I am a commander or ambassador of some type—in charge of a group of people and of the ongoing project I am now inspecting. I can feel the present emotions and thoughts of myself as this man, and, thus, know that I am greatly pleased with the placement and uniformity of the sand—that the project is coming along well.

With self-pride and knowledge of the authority I possess, I walk slowly up the path and stop before a doorway, inspecting the tiny room which seems to be a stall of some kind, the sand spread even. A dark skinned slave[4] is inside, and I watch him use his hands to shovel out sand onto that already in place in the stall. Eventually he comes out, sitting upright on his hunches beside me on my right. I smile, feeling great kindness, but also superiority over him. I pat him on the head as if he were a dog and congratulate him, saying, "You're doing a wonderful job. Keep up the good work." The slave smiles and says, "Thank you." With an air of power and quite pleased I was so nice to him, I continue along the aisle, seeing blacks from left to right. I speak to no one on the left, just a nod then acknowledge a young male with a "Very good" or something. I speak to a 3rd slave briefly, showing some kindness and appreciation. I continue on, approaching a very dark corner on the far right where there is an exit.

SEGMENT 3

(Observing & Participating). I exit this stone wall area and enter a semi-wide, modern-looking hall—paint and all. Straight away I'm standing in the middle of the hall with a room almost immediately to my right. I face the room with its gold colored walls and see the men I command in there, wearing Roman or Egyptian styled outfits and pointed hats of a white or light color. The hats have white and gold trim along the central edges (see Sketch 3). The outfits (not clearly remembered) are belted with a gold cord tied at the waist. There is a sense of quiet urgency, because I have important visitors coming and whoever they are their expected arrival is okay with me. I order the men to fetch towels, soap and other things for my guests. I turn and begin to walk up the long hall (light color) but I seem to telepathically hear them inwardly protest, so I turn and look back down the hall (some three feet or so away to the left) to the gold room where are leaving out (the stone wall area is the same distance away but center right). I notice the "I don't want to do this" expressions on their faces, and raise my hands before me (chest height--think Jesus) and say to them softly, "With a glad heart, with a glad heart." (Which means I'm asking them to do the thing I asked with compassion and in good spirit) I sense that their attitude changes—if not their desire. The comment (and the atmosphere of the last two segments) was filled with such a feeling of love and compassion. When I awake, the word "Hammurabi" sticks in my mind.

FOLLOW UP ACCOUNT
Thursday, March 12, 1998
9:30 AM

I was thinking about a dream I'd had several years ago. I had felt it was a past life dream and still do. As I was thinking it about how it began, a new image appeared in my mind:

The original dream (Segment 1) began when I entered my bedroom during an impending ceiling collapse, and when I left the room, I was in this past life dream as a white male, walking down an airy corridor with sand underfoot and me dressed in strange attire—a skirted item and sandals like the ones worn in the days of Rome or Egypt...or somewhere similar.

For the part where I was originally walking down the corridor (Segment 2), the new image is now an outside view of side by side curving walls that appear to be part of the (original) corridor somehow. There are three high walls (6' or more) in a row, and to the left of them is a wide gravely road. At the side of to the far left the road is a building with multi-levels—but basically only one to two stories tall, a light peachy color with reddish trim and rounded, domed rooftops—one with mosaic style designs.

NOTES

[1]

the bar owner of (the Queen Vic) Eastenders (not Michelle's father (Den), Frank nor Grant)

[2]

in the dream when facing the room area, the entrance is on the left, but in waking state the room is actually straight ahead (see Sketch 1).

[3]
STALL DESCRIPTION

the doorway is 2 feet wide and the stall is a 12 inch wide by 18 inch deep square space with an additional space to the right that is 18 inch wide by 2 ½ inch to 36 inch (a tight 'U-shaped' enclosure--These rooms are no wider than 3 feet nor longer than 4 feet. They are in essence rectangular, large enough to fit a medium-sized person with barely a foot more of space. The entrance was about a foot deep and wide then spread back to the right for about 2 and a half to 3 feet. The two spaces are divided by a tall, four inch thick wall (same color and style as the others in this room) with a narrow opening on the upper right hand side so the larger space can be accessed. Immediately upon awakening, I thought that perhaps the stalls were for use as bathrooms, other than that I could not—still cannot—fathom what they were to be used for, since it could not fit a very large person or animal.

[4]

The slaves are not wearing tops but appear to have something around their waists, probably belts, because I remember the 2nd black boy had red around his waist. I believe they had on dark shorts of some kind.

A MATTER OF CLARIFICATION

In the original handwritten account, there was confusion as to what sex I was and, to a limited degree, what race I represented. While in retrospect, it seems clear that I was a white male, in the account I was not at all certain, just that I was either white or a light skinned black male. Adding to this confusion was that I was participating in the dream (which means that I cannot see my body and am viewing everything as if I was inside this person's body and seeing only what is extended beyond the torso (arms, legs or feet). At the end of the account, I clearly commented that I looked male but felt feminine. "Looked" implies that at some point in the dream, I was observing the dream scene (as an onlooker) as well as participating in it. The dream was not recorded in a wholly linear fashion but, instead, jumped forward and back as things were remembered to lend clarity to the account—unfortunately, clarity was not served. The account only served to confuse. In fact, parts were omitted, only to be later remembered and added as an update—essentially a retelling of the dream. Since these dual nature dreams tend to be confusing in the retelling, For ease of reading, I have combined the events of the original account and its update and placed them into proper sequence:

LAST WORDS

During the initial update, in relation to what my position was in that dream, the word 'overseer' came to mind. I spoke English (or remembered as such). I also remember walking through the doorway then back up the length of the 'aisle', peering in the stalls at the workers. That was my duty. My pleasure. I get the strong impression that I had a lot of authority, as if I was high up on the political ladder. My dream awareness kept changing from observer to participant, sometimes both simultaneously.

INTERPRETATION

Maybe God is telling me I've always been an arrogant prat. Ha ha.