Copy/Pasted from post made 27th July 2019
I just had the most amazing and vivid remote-viewing dream walking around in a Arab/Asain city. I was a woman. One I know personally by name in this world
I got a sense of exactly where I am, but I can't be sure because the internet seems to show a different place
There were children playing and laughing pools of water in the stone and concrete roads
I walked through some dark alleyways with low roofs, incense and people everywhere
There was a big parrot with mottled feathers inside something you could put your hands in full of rice. You scoop some rice on a wooden ladle into the mound in the middle that the parrot was climbing on. I scooped some and the parrot started eating off the ladle while I was doing it, even though I'm sure it didn't need to eat
I turned and a Thai looking monk looked looked at me for a second as I passed him
I stopped to pick up a incense stick and a young British man tried making conversation about me getting the last incense stick, that was obvious he just wanted to talk to me. I politely ignored him
The architecture was amazing. Like none I've ever seen before
I was trying to work out where I was, without looking at any signs. Usually when I look at signs of try work out geographically where I am, it puts me out of sync with the person I'm viewing .......
And this place was too beautiful! I didn't wanna leave yet. I actually fell out-of-sync with them for a minute and it was like part of me wanted to cry. I wanna go back!
Then I was back :-) looking at amazing buildings and trees that towered over the street in a small square They were MASSIVE. And the architecture was like NOTHING I've seen in this world, it was beautiful and old. The stone-work on the massive archway and things was some of the best I'd ever seen. Very old, but better than anything you'd find anywhere on Earth today
Women wearing a very odd modern-looking type of niqāb or burqa that I haven't seen here. Looked like a cross between a burqa and a microfiber mosquito net
They spoke about me in some another language I don't speak, but I could understand exactly what the judgemental women were saying even though I didn't speak their language. They were basically calling me "a foreigner"
I saw a black Islamic flag. Hanging off a little boys bike. He looked at me, but I was more interested in the flag and the fact I could use it to try work out where I was when I woke up
I walked past him along a bridge and a man smacked me on the arse with something as I walked past. I turned to see who it was as I kept walking but it could have been one of a group of men, which I think is the point of why he did it
"Creep" I thought. Immediately thinking of the fact they wouldn't get away with that back home. But I wasn't terribly bothered by it, more felt sad for him for a second, then ignored him/forgot about him and kept walking
The road came to a end in what looked like very foreboding freshly made volcanic Earth. "Fuck that!" I thought and turned around
As I was walking I heard someone male and dominant wastalking in my head, very distinctly and clearly "You understand who the fuck I am now? I've made it through where light can't travel. Where no-one else has been. Where everyone else is too afraid to go. Don't ....... Fuck ....... With ....... Me"
I ended up at a small building near sunset that looked like it had the word "Myanmar" written on it in graffiti, though this place looked nothing like pictures of Myanmar I looked at on the internet afterwards
She/I ran up/climbed this small buildings 1.5 storey high wall parkour-style and sat on the edge of the building as if she/I were resting somewhere near where we were staying waiting for sunset
'It's dead' something thought in her/my head referring to very little people being around, and she seemed to agree with them though I could not 'hear' her thoughts, only 'sense' them
She seemed to be able to hear me though (or at least sense what I was saying, like I did her) as I said her name to get her attention and then said
"Some of the most beautiful things in this world are the things we get for free. Thank you for being who you are"
Then I felt the building lurching underneath her massively, like a earthquake hit, as I woke up
They are parts I've left out
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