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The Little Black Suit/Astral Travel

June 20 2015

I became lucid in the first dream, I can't remember what happened, but I got attacked and woke up.

Then I went back to sleep. I was at this festival like place, and there was a baseball game happening, I wanted to play but no one was asking me, and I wondered if I was good enough. I ended up just watching, but everyone decided to leave suddenly. I walked down the dark streets with this group of people, one of the person who was there was an old friend, who was not a good friend at all. Her and her sister were sociopathic people. (I wasn't happy she was there and was playing baseball. It made me feel pretty left out.)

I was happy suddenly after when we walked down this dark blue lit street. I begin to feel floaty and I realized I could fly, I showed off the group of people we were with. I didn't notice them reacting to strongly about it, I was more focused on how exciting it was. Each jump I grew lighter and could fly longer. I laughed and was so happy and thrilled. I then realized I was dreaming. The full moon was straight ahead of me, I flew towards it, wondering carefully what I should do so that I wouldn't wake up. A wind blasted me back, I put so much effort into flying. I frowned at myself, "Aren't I suppose to be in full control?". I grew tired from it and said "I want to be in a place thats sunny and beautiful!" I started getting pulled back from this invisible force. It brought me into a wormlike hole where everything zipped past me in a colourful blur. Feeling a little worried as to where it would bring me I ended up in this beautiful place. It wasn't conventional beauty, but a very rustic place. The wooden houses looked heavily sun bleached and worn from time. I always dreamed of living in a little community off the grid with good people. This was where I was. I was standing in the middle of the small land. There was a bare tree surrounded my nice rocks, behind it I saw wooden houses, they were very old school. Wooden panels with red tin roofs. A bus that had been modified into a home was parked in front of one of the houses, painted on the front part with pink and blue colours. Behind me was a stretch of similar houses, and a little food hall on the right. Hippie like banners hung around the houses. I knew this place before, I recognized it so well, I was convinced that this was a real life place. At the time I thought that I was there before in waking life.
I walked towards the food hall. A boy caught my eye right away, he was 3 years old. He wore a little black suit. He was very cute. I suddenly felt a little shocked. I knew this kid for sure. He was sitting on a mini table with another kid his own age. He talked like an adult. I couldn't quite hear what he was saying. Some sort of conflict about food. I was unable to pay attention to anything he said as his looks startled me. He looked very similar to me. I had a strong gut feeling he was my son. For a moment I was disappointed, where's his curly hair? I always wanted my future kids to have curls like my mom. Instead his hair was light brown, he had lots of hair, but it was thin and shined and was straight like mine. He was pretty fair toned. A good shade lighter than me. It was so interesting to see him move about, he talked like a real leader and he was only 3. He got up with his friends and some adults joined him on the walk. They treated him like an equal, like an adult. He continued talking about this conflict in a sophisticated way, gesturing like a confident leader. I knew this place so well I thought. I turned around, realizing how much time I wasted. I walked towards some swings and looked at the tree, and looked around, wondering what I should do next, like perhaps try find a guide or a past away relative. I will remember this place and I carefully analyzed the details so that when I woke up, I would know it inside and out. Unfortunately my time was cut, I may be remembering incorrectly, but the last thing I saw was a red triangle flag on a wooden pole.

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Oddly enough I found a picture of the house I remembered and it so happened to belong to a website talking about Lasquite island, an off grid community.

http://www.psychelife.com/index.php/human-life/127-off-the-grid-living-off-land-an-hour-from-vancouver

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