....something about the land of my ancestors having a pipeline or a highway built through it in order to bring through new energy and clear what was no longer serving me. Adam was the one to build this. It was a great relief.
I later find myself sitting at the desk of a very powerful politician or billionaire CEO. Adam is sitting next to me in support. He begins by telling me riddles and asking me questions. I answer them correctly. A studio audience appears around us, clapping when I pass each test. He tells me another story and load of information, then asks me what I think about it. I say, "about what?". Correct again. As he speaks in cryptic fable again, he is holding a huge, red stone half the size of a bowling ball, yet just as heavy as one. Tossing it back and forth between his hands as the words flow from his mouth, as the riddle is finished he tosses it up in the air to land in the middle of his desk. Instinctively, my hands reach in front of me to catch it. He sighs in relief, and the crowd cheers again. He pulls out a toy piano-type thing onto his desk and sings while touching each key of the instrument, but not actually playing it. Am I to figure out how to play this song on a whim? He slides the little toy over to me, then an audience member who knew the song from child hood starts singing it. Others join in and then we are all singing this beautiful song together..meanwhile I see TV screens of waves washing homes off the shores of someplace I don't know. Suddenly we are all transported to an arabian desert, yet on the southern hemisphere of the globe, with a southeastern coast line where dunes meet sea. An arabian woman's voice takes over the singing where a story is told about her oppression and her song, how she was almost killed for singing and her friendship with a beloved sister. The wind is blowing fiercely, and a dune grows between us and the beach. We begin journeying to the aircraft of this powerful man, and to my left, I see a swimming pool with a black cat walking along the bottom. I exclaim that there is a cat running around under water, and when a witness comes to see, it begins to look more and more like a skunk, with a flyswatter tied to its tail...
later to be in a fashion store where the last thing i see is a light blue catsuit with round holes neatly punched around the torso area and a huge plush hand constructed at the waist line... and in a school.. changing out of sari's.. but somehow still connected to the previous story where the billionaire was seeking an responsible heir.
....something about the land of my ancestors having
