One of those dreams I refer to as a vision rather than a dream, because of how clear and real it is
I'm at a business dinner or party of some sort. I may/might have been Christmas, because all the kids are at a table by themselves watching some sort of kids movie that looked to me like the movie "Home Alone"
People are sitting at a dinner table still eating, while others are walking around talking, or sitting at other smaller tables nearby
It's in some type of Hotel function room, or possibly catering in a large board room of a business building. Whatever we are, it's very modern and expensive looking
I am talking to a man at some stage who is a lawyer and he's doing very simple and medial tasks. Not for me, for someone else. I'm talking to him at some stage about it, because ...
I hear the man on the phone later talking about being pissed off because he seems to be on the outer at his work. He says to someone on the phone "I'm a senior partner and they have me doing (inset something medial be believes is below him, can't remember exactly what he said). I only earned $75 today"
I overhear the conversation by accident, wandering around trying to think of what you do with myself (this is when I noticed the kids watching a movie) but I don't want him to think I'm intentionally listening in, so I quickly return to one of the empty tables I had been sitting at earlier and pick up one, of what appears to be, my multiple phones
I'm confused for a second because one of my phones is turned off, so I turn it on, not remembering having turned it off. Then as I'm doing that, I machine wakingly conscious of the fact that this is not my real-life phone. That's sitting on the table next to it. This is some sort of business BlackBerry-style phone
Then on my phone ...
I'm watching a internet video-conversation between a woman who works for a internet media group like the Australian group "Click" talking to YouTuber "Mr Beast" about something she had sent to him in email, from his perspective/side of the conversation. While he's checking his emails, she says "what am I doing? Use image.mrbeast.com to upload it"
I look at the site and it's some type of contact, file upload site for Mr Beast and it's really good. Simple, but very good
While I'm examining it, I'm thinking about how
I started watching this through the phone, but now it's as if I'm actually there
The contacts for the 3 main "Mr Beast" YouTube personalities/characters are given on the page
Represented as 3 sets of characters, which I now think are almost identical to the 3 sets of characters in the name of Elon Musks baby "X AE A-Xii", except that it was written in such a way that the 1st two sets of characters were "fighting for the number 1"
Literally
X had a number 1 directly behind it and the second character had a number 1 directly in front of it
But it wasn't AE like in the baby's name, even though I'm fairly sure this is what it represented. It was a single character like a lower case "e" by itself
I started thinking about how I could get Mr Beast to listen to my music and possibly use it in one of his videos
Strangely, in this part of my dream I seemed to be fully awake and conscious as myself, but also unconsciously experiencing something else parallel, that I remember happening, but I don't remember at all
I think this may/might be intentional by design of experiencing several timelines/consciousness simultaneously
While I'm thinking consciously as myself, inside a dream about which song to send to Mr Beast to have him listen and actually want to use it, I have a voice in my head other than my own, advising me on which I should or shouldn't send him
First I'm considering the song "feels like I'm trippin'"
Then my song "fade to blue"
While the (female) voice in my head is telling me "he already has the song" somehow. I'm not sure how that's possible, or if what she's saying is somehow cryptic, or she is speaking future-tense, in past tense context
While unconsciously, I'm on the move with the group I was having dinner with. I think we were possibly inside a bus or something similar, or in multiple cars, I can't be certain, because I don't become wakingly couscious or tune into them, until we are out of the vehicle standing on the side of a road
What is happening is very serious, so, it's seems like, I tuned out from my other consciousness picking songs and tuned in to this one
There is a whole group of us. Most are men in suits and I get the feeling I'm "with" them but not actually "with them" if that makes sense. Whoever I am, I don't think I'm the type that wears a suit and I'm definitely not a lawyer
Because there are so many of us, I feel we must have gotten out of a bus, otherwise we were in a whole lot of cars due to how many of us there is/are/were
We are at some type of park along a suburban road, like the oval at Nightcliff High School, though somewhere different
I feel we choose this part of the road to get out of our vehicle(s) specifically because we were being followed and this was the quietest place to get out and confront them, while minimising members of the public witnessing or getting involved
A big group of Asian men in cream-coloured traditional shirt dressing (similar to the upper dress of a karate uniform, except older, traditional, more fibrous material) approached us and spread out
Somehow I knew that they were some type of Triad organised crime group and the lawyer guy I heard on the phone earlier owed them something significant
They seemed to be professional and meant business. I don't think these were your everyday Triads or Asian businessmen because of the traditional dress, long hair and the fact they were all carrying swords
Not just swords on their backs, they also had throwing stars, short blades sheathed on their hips and they were all abnormally large, muscular men. They looked like (or were at the very least dressed like) some type of assassin(s)
"Just let me talk to them" the lawyer said while men gathered around him trying to protect him or shield him from the large group of assassin(s). Strangely, a separate group of unarmed Asian men appeared here, trying to protect the lawyer and get in between him and the Assassin(s)
They were demanded some sort of blood penalty while others in their group held ready to draw their weapons on the group I was with, if we tried fight them
I considered the logistics of fighting the group of men if it came down to it, considering I (and those I was with) were unarmed. I considered ways of taking a weapon from one of them, without getting injured/killed
Then there was a scuffle I couldn't quite see through all the men, followed by someone in the group, I think was the lawyer, conceding saying "alright, alright", followed by one of the Assassin(s) pulling out his sword
He carefully aimed his sword above with two hands above his head, then chopped downwards at someone
I'm not sure who or what he was chopping at, because I couldn't see through the people in between, but I could feel the emotion and sense the seriousness of what was going on, as if I were awake
Whoever and whatever got chopped, they didn't seem to get all the way through, because the quickly rushed in to try have a second go, finish the job
But other Asian men jumped in between and quickly stopped them, saying that it wasn't allowed
From what I could hear, some sort of tradition or custom says they only get 1 swing of the blade, no more. And whatever the outcome is, is what they get
But they don't seem happy with this. I thin maybe the man moved as the swung or something
I got the sense they were trying to behead him, but I could hear the most horrific gurgling or pain from the man on the ground being shielded, so either they tried to take a limb off, or the swing to behead them was poor enough that the man was still able to vocalist/make sound
At this stage I started screaming at the Asian assassin standing close to me, covering me, in a language I don't understand
I think I was speaking some type of Asian or Middle-Eastern language. Whatever it was I expected them to understand
I knew from what we happening that we were all being threatened
And while I felt as though I had no affinity or real friendship to those I was with that were involved, I felt the obligation of someone who could not just stand by and let that happen to another person. Anyone. Regardless of who they are
The fear and wish I had about them being armed while I'm unarmed started to vanish as I looked the Asian man standing across from me in the eyes and continued screaming at him in a smooth Arabic sounding language
I get the feeling, that they are supposed to understand me, even though I didn't understand the language I was speaking
I say "Asian man" because there been seemed to be varying ethnicities of Asian, not just one, though they were all dressed in the same traditional dress
The first man, who took the swing of his sword, appeared Chinese, while the man I was screaming at had different complexion and eyes and appeared to me to be Cambodian or possibly a dark-skinned Thai (if I had to guess)
He took a throwing star from his waist and looked to another one of his men, seemingly for permission, while I continued screaming at them and the man nodded at him as if to say yes
It felt like I was trying to invoke the power of God on them, though nothing was happening. My fear disappeared and I kept looking to the sky while screaming as if I was expecting lightning to strike them down, or at the very least I was cursing them and warning them of what was to come
The man with the throwing star threw it at my head and seemed a little surprised when I quickly moved my head out of the way and it missed
When this happened, some part of me also seemed surprised at the way they threw the star at me. It was nothing like the movies. They more gently threw it, like they were "flicking it" at me
Something like a voice (not mine) in my head answered me telling me that this is how they are actually thrown. Nothing like in the movies. "You know how much damage that would do, flicked at you like that?"
Apparently throwing it hard, decreases the accuracy and effectiveness of the star and increases the chances of hurting yourself while throwing it, so they are flicked like playing cards
I woke up here, as I was approaching the Asian man screaming at him
I'm not sure if my intention was to attack him but even though he had just missed my head with a throwing star, I didn't feel at all afraid of him
And even though I managed to easily dodge the throwing star, to this surprise, and was approaching him screaming like a madman, he didn't really seem at all afraid of me either
Whatever could have happened after I woke up? I don't think it was fun for anybody involved
Sam Korn
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