The dream was more vivid and rational than dreams usually
are. I was in the toilet block of a school or university – I assume the latter
because there were young adults of both sexes milling about. There were no
doors on the cubicles; people were wandering back and forth in a sordid
free-for-all, looking for one that was unoccupied. There was evidence of bodily
functions on the floor, along with pieces of soiled toilet paper. The stench was so thick
that it was almost palpable. I left.
When I walked into the light of a sunny day I encountered a
young man of friendly disposition. He suggested that I should consider being a
teacher in my next life.
The message seemed clear enough on waking:
If you come into, or
even observe, my reality, you will be crossing a line and entering a territory
in which neither your standards nor your value system can apply. You would be well advised
to stay away.
Got it. Thanks.
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