I’m really sorry to hear you didn’t get that engineering job Jax. I guess it is at least a plus that you didn’t have to wait a long time to find out.
Icarus, do you think your dream could have been a past life memory?
I haven’t progressed further with this yet, to be honest I’ve been being a bit lazy, though I have still been meditating and breathing. Well, actually I haven’t been lazy, just doing my schoolwork, revising Force work to finish the lectures, practicing Tai Chi, and looking after sick family members (cold season in my house lol).
I had a very vivid and strange dream this morning. I walked into a pub and saw a person who used to be a friend of mine, but that I have grown away from, flirting with some men in the pub. I went and said Hi to her, and was asked to join the group, but said ‘Sorry, I’ve got someone I need to find. Perhaps a little later’. I was then looking through the pub for this person, but could not find them. I went outside the pub and there was a fair setup outside. In a canvas pavilion I found this old Chinese man, looking very Dr Fu Man Chu in a robe and with long white mustaches and beard. I knew that I had found the person I’d been looking for, and spent some time talking to him. He then told me that he wanted to give me a gift, and unwrapped a recorder like instrument (musical instrument) that was made of horn, and had four mouthpieces, each with a different sized reed. I thanked him and went back inside, to an empty room to look at it. My friend joined me, and asked to look at it, and I gave it to her while I went to look at some larger horn instuments in an empty orchestra area to the side of the room. When I returned, my ‘friend’ had pulled the instrument apart and damaged it, so it was in pieces. I was absolutely furious with her, saying ‘My Sifu gave me that! You had better see if you can fix it, or else!’.
I then went somewhere else and the dream changed, I was thinking about what activities I could do with the US people who may come to Australia for a gathering. I was thinking about Victor Harbour when my grandpa, who’s been dead for three years, walked in and said, ‘How about you show them the block?’ (as in a block of land). ‘What block?’ I asked. ‘Oh c’mon, you know what I mean’) he said. Then I woke up.
Unfortunately I don’t know what ‘block’ he meant.
The strangest thing about this dream was how precious the recorder was to me, and how angry I was about its destruction.