Last night I remember being with several people that I didn't recognize. We were outside of a large factory building. It was daytime. There was a large collection of what seemed like plastic containers about ten feet by ten feet to the right of the entrance. They were all filled with bloody raw ground beef. The smell was dense and overwhelming. One of the people that I was with told me that the building was a slaughterhouse, and meat processing center. That it was being shut down for animal rights violations. Apparently they had been processing the meat before the animals were even dead. I was horrified.
We went inside, and I was having some trepidation, because I didn't want to see any death in there. But the factory had been turned into a grocery warehouse. There were brightly colored boxes of processed food lining huge shelves, sort of like CostCo. I walked down one of the aisles, and suddenly felt something in my hand. It was a fire hose. It turned on, and I began to spray down the shelves. Boxes went flying all over the place, and people came running to tell me to turn it off. I said that I never turned it on, I was just doing what had to be done.
Then suddenly I was standing in front of a room full of Tibetan monks chanting. The room was still in the factory. They were clearing the energy of the space. There was an instructor sitting at the front and he motioned for me to sit and meditate too. I happily did. I became a young Tibetan boy in orange robes. The boy next to me began to joke with me, hitting me in the ribs. We were sitting right in the front. The teacher poked me with his walking stick and said to me, "You are like a white horse, always trying to stray from the path. Always trying to lead the herd. Focus." He was smiling at me, lovingly.
And I woke up...