Rachael, Rachael Baker

Date: 11/12/2017

I don’t know Rachael. I was merely trying to remember my dream from last night and a man’s voice came into my consciousness like a lucid dream and said as though calling her name at an agency, “Rachael, Rachael Baker. It was posed as a question. The voice was muffled as though through a wall. There was no image associated, but directionally it came from the bottom right of my visual field. This was spoken inside my head in dream fashion as I was concentrating to remember another dream I had been having. That dream is vague. There was a camp of sorts and people were struggling. One woman in particular was single and had children and was completely destitute without shelter even. I was looking at a pamphlet which described services I thought she would be eligible for. I approached her and told her of her services and she said she had already been denied. I encouraged her to apply again as she was obviously in need and surely now she would qualify. Something disastrous had affected all of us. Somehow, I managed to hang onto my motorcycle. I was riding it around the camp which had a slight hilly landscape. I was supposed to park it, but it occurred to me to continue to ride it as it would be easier to get around. I loved the freedom it gave me and I was proud to have it, although I was aware others had nothing.