FLOATING HELICOPTERS CAN GO FAST

Date: 3/29/2019

DREAM: 3.28.2019 FIRST: I find myself in the Army, wearing green fatigues and a flack vest. I also had a helmet, but was not using it. I find myself being directed to a makeshift chapel. In the chapel, I sat to the right, on the outside of the pew. There were two aisles. I am very bored, but sit patiently as the sermon unfolds. I think, I know this and what I don’t, I can figure out on my own. The sermon concludes, I hear my mother expressing concern about the danger of being in the Army. I tell her that I will be fine; I’m wearing a bulletproof vest (I was the only one). Reluctantly they withdraw. SECOND: I find myself, finding my parents again. First it was my mother, she was living at a higher vibration. She spoke to me with spoke reassuring words. She told me, she was moving on, but not before showing me where my Father was living. As I met with them both, my mother left and the topic of divorce was brought up. My father left to go to the gym. I was alone, but I found him in a structure that represented my childhood home. To get his attention, I fired a machine gun at one of the walls of the building. I could see, remotely, that he was upset by the interruption and eventually came out. He said, emphatically, “he gave us all equal love”!!! He was sweaty, like having worked out, though I knew he had been lying down, in the bedroom. He started crying, asked me if I knew...about the divorce, I said yes? He then said, she left me. I’m all alone. I found myself sitting on the Jersey barrier in the middle of HWY 99. In spite of the cars wizzing by, I decided to move away from him. Perhaps permanently. I chose to cross the northbound lan. THREE: I find myself fascinated with helicopters. I’m back in the army. I remember having a flight lesson. The flight instructor showed me the difference between getting to the destination, as if riding a cloud or, another way...quickly. We pitched the nose down, throttled and shot forward. The eta was significantly reduced. Somehow, I thought it would be easy to float on a cloud and loose site of a goal. THREE POINT FIVE: I’m in the army, there are a bunch of people gathered around discussing how helicopters travel, the group consensus was that there was only up and to drift. I blurted out, “no, there is another way to go forward, fast. I’ve seen it, I’ve experienced it”. My statement was met with doubt. I retreated to the mess hall, on the way there, I ran into my commander. He had the body of my current boss. We were talking and he asked if I had a pen. I had recently picked up a pen, thou, it was a red marker, like used when grading tests. I gave him the pen and told him I was psychic. He expressed doubt and ridicule. I told him to keep the pen and he will need it soon, to give to another as a joke, as it is red, it will be used to sign a contract...although the signature will be barely readable. WAKEUP