I was an adult going to an elementary school. There was this young little boy that was showing me around in the school. The theatre they had was huge and I saw two of my old P.E. teachers there. They gave me hugs like I hadn't seen them in ages but was surprised they remembered me. I had to use the restroom so the kid took me to where the restrooms were. The restrooms were really ghetto. I tried using the restroom but the toilet kept moving. So, I tried kicking it and pink liquid got all over me. I asked the little boy why the restrooms are complete crap compared to the whole school. As I was cleaning up at the sink, the kid said, it was the people who run the school decided that. I said, I wanted to have a word with them. The boy took me to the group in charge of the school. We went into this meeting room that had tropical plants and a group of young men in blue. They all had silver blue hair and sharp deep blue alien eyes. They kept talking and having a good time. They didn't even know I was there until the little boy put something in front of them on the table. They all looked me and just laughed. The group were talking about a plan to leave the planet. They were trying to decode something. I told them I have a friend named Tim who is a coder and could help them. They looked at me and just laughed again. I proceeded to say that Tim knows a way how one can get into space in a heart beat. I had remembered in this dream of when Tim showed me this once. The memory was of him breaking down the human heart beat with time. Using a EKG as the timer, he entered a code in the EKG and in less than a second we were in a dark ship starring through a huge ship window into outer space. I feel the ship was just dark so we could focus on seeing outer space. After that I snapped back to finish telling the group my memory. They were not of my concern as I ran outside to see the back of this big black majestic bird. I look back to see the little boy running towards me in slow motion. He was yelling something but no sound was coming out. It was as if everything was at a stand still as I turned around to try a get a better look at the bird's face. The bird's long tail of silk black feathers would flap in my face as I saw it struggling to look up. I heard my cousin to my left. I see her talking to one of her ex's floating down in a small valley stream with logs, sticks, and baby crocodiles. I was confused and freaked out. I went back over to the bird. The bird completely stopped moving. It just sat there it's head tucked under its wing, with it's wings semi spread out, and its long tail fluttering in the wind. I was in shock as I knew it was dead. I began to walk towards it as clips from a real memory in life were ripping through the seams of my dream.
This memory was of a time when my buddy Abhi and I saw a crane struggling in the distance. Abhi thought the bird caught a fish. I said, the bird is caught on something. So, we walked to the other side of the lake. We walked through some trees to the shore with swamp trees sticking out. Gently we sneaked over to where the struggling crane was sitting on this tree branch that was partially in the water. We saw that there was a panty hose caught around its feet and it's beak caught in it too. We were in shock and wanted to help but it was some ways out there on the branch. We moved a little closer towards it, ended up startling it, and the bird fell into the water under the tree branch. We were in shock, trying to figure out what to do, and it was like something inside me wanted to jump inside that swamp water a grab it but couldn't do it. Abhi found a large branch a started poking around in the water in hopes to scoop the bird on shore. I try too as well, but as I was scooping around I could feel a part me become so real it was scary... I knew the crane had already passed over to the other side. This was sad because a beautiful craned died. At the time I was obviously attached to my damn material clothes, afraid of the unknown swamp waters, and in fear of the bird's nature to fight back. What was really hurting was me not following my heart. On every heart beat I could feel some force pulling closer towards the water, to the bird before the moments of its death. At the time I didn't have the willpower to help it. After this event I said to Abhi, "amongst our friends Tim would have jumped in there in a heart beat to help the bird."
To have a whole heart and follow it would take one into outer space in a heart beat.
The ultimate reflex of the heart is to move out of one's comfort zone in a heart beat...