‘There’s a path, up a mountain. I’m on the path, and there’s four others with me. I can see them, they’re walking with me, but we don’t speak. We walk up the path, and it leads to an opening. Like an arch, a gate. The gate is bright, so very bright. Brighter than a fire, it hurts my eyes. And I get there, and I can see a figure on the other side of the gate. He’s… even brighter than the gate. He scares me and makes my heart pound and my head hurt. And then he waves his hand at us, calling us forward. So I try to go to him. So do the others. But then he puts his hand up, shakes it, stops us.
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Repeated dream
