Crossing the Field at the Edge of Time

This dream is a complex one to tell. It is at the core of the encounter between the known and the unknown.

I recall it goes from being at a gathering of friends, to turn into something new.

In the dream they come for me when I observe a situation. I have two options, to ignore it, or may be I should fix it. Later on, this transforms into an opportunity for an encounter or some happy fullfilment.

My memory wavers through a strange imposed condition. In order to lead to a unified outcome I should react as respectably as possible. I cannot get the words out.

When they come for me, I trust it is possible to display optimism and I have to prepare myself for that. I apply a kind of shiny varnish on my body, so that I can go

from one phase to another.

It is a single, long dream, so fragments from my memory may get jumbled.

The next scene takes place in the country. I see a type of a presence that reminds me my friend [person A]. We go out to a green field; the grass is up to our waist. In front of us are some fleshy, furry, light green plants. I remember they ask me to pose for a photo with the plant to send it, to someone, to a precise destination.

What is an epic tale about how to move forward, eventually turns into an issue of philosophy. An abstraction on lifestyle and the way we do things.

The story mixes with a heroic act. Somebody has to decide to let go of something, may be of himself. It is not an erotic situation of competition but rather of letting go in order to move forward bravely.

I want to show the example, so I go first. The idea is solely to go forward and I

trust that my reaction will end up being positive.

Another important factor, is the rule of staying at the edge of time, we must plan things rhythmically.

At the end, there's sequence of events that starts with the story of a bed and the other person, is a man.

Moving forward allows me to obtained some things, and although is out of my control I would like him to acquire others.

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