A dream last night

I walked to the cathedral and up over the nave to the very sacred place just under the roof. An altar was there, a window in through which the light fell. I sat cross legged before the altar, feeling my body vibrate and become more. It didn't feel quite right though, I couldn't reach the levels I wanted, the higher vibrations that would bring me out of my body. I moved back to a white slate on the floor, which had a wire attached which went up through a hole in the ceiling.

I lay there and felt the vibrations increase and become more. Then I suddenly realized it wasn't only me, but everything. A long earthquake rumbled, lasting minutes, a low consistent vibration going through me and everything around me. When it was over I opened my eyes and saw I was suspended high in the air on the white slate. The cathedral was reduced to piles of brick all around. The earthquake completely destroying many buildings around me.

A catastrophe had people help others and try to salve what could be saved. I went to my mothers house and saw that there too damage had spread. My brothers room completely razed, the walls beneath shifting and moving. They were a newer addition to the house and had suffered, while the old part of the house, made from field stones, stood solid. Only part of the upper floor had taken damage, some windows broken, part of the straw-roof fallen in.

Amazingly, nothing in the living room had taken damage. My mother's expensive TV still stood and could be saved. Nothing seemed broken, only the building in part.

We wanted not to sleep indoor, there were still after quakes and we knew they could be nearly as bad as the original one. My mother wished to sleep inside the house though. We others did not and we went in search for some cover and garden furniture so we could sleep outdoors. I went up to my storage area over the stable and none of the fine porcelain cups or other fragile things had broken.

My mother was certain the horse stable had taken damage, but when she went there nothing was broken and some of the horses were inside eating.

A shift in scene, perhaps another dream, though related.

Going to Slagelse, a town I had lived in, to visit a friend who owns a computer café. I couldn't find it and asked the way. Hazy scenes, talking to people, telling others what I had done.

Then a shift again and I'm part of a doctors team, or perhaps students. We're pushed hard, no room for mistakes or errors. No room for breaking the rules and laws. Those who do are killed by electro shock. I have to participate in killing those who fail. It is hard, heart-breaking to take away a life. I only assist and witness, and yet part becomes my responsibility.

I attend several executions. Become one who guides others who witness them the first time, explaining that it's necessary, that it is the rules. Cold and distanced, without emotion. It's too painful to feel anything.

One time we come to the room and a group of other students are there practising and role-playing doctor and patient. They're asked to leave so we can do our thing. The comfortable bed is gone and the young woman has to sit on a normal chair instead of lying down. There's some talk forth and back. One of the new witnesses protests, wants the young woman to call her boyfriend and say good bye, can't come to terms with the situation.

Before the young woman is executed, the other students come back not realizing we're not done yet. The one to die gets up and presses the bottoms herself and dies from the shock.

Then the class is dismissed, perhaps it was all just an act and role-playing, perhaps the young woman isn't dead for I see her briefly laughing and having fun with the others. I go with a friend who invites me to an Italian restaurant for dinner. As we look at the menu, we're in England now, I ask if we have to decide upon what we want to eat before we get seated.

I wake from the dreams. What a night. So many symbols.