My sister had been excited about getting a chance to drive it once, and had called me while she was doing such
I had taken it out all day
I parked at home. Which was at the back fence of my old house on the RAAF Base, Darwin
I entered the house and talked with a female, who seemed to now understand why I tailored some of my own shirts before I went out
I had cards in the top pocket of the shirt I was wearing, from when I had been out
Prior to this dream, there is a section where someone was on the internet chat program mIRC trying to talk with me, through an old channel that I once owned in that program
This echoes to me writing this post now. About the dream which was after it, that now comes before it in my writing this
I am talking to the woman and explaining ghosts, spirits and unknown entities
They do not effect me now, like they do her. I have no fear of things like this. I have no fear of things like death
I explain to her:
"I used to think that things like this didn't exist. Because I had never seen, or never experienced them
Then, things changed and I knew very well, first hand, that these sort of things did exist
But I would not be afraid of them. I would not let them control me. I chose to not let them effect me, or acknowledge their existence
So then, when I did, they tried to kill me
After this, I chose to try understand them
Where other people were afraid, or saw evil, I would try to look to find out what was underneath
And when you find out what is underneath? Most of the time it breaks your heart
They are not evil. They are misunderstood"
I woke up here and realised, once again, that I was talking to Bradie, through some type of unconscious reverse sync
That she was likely asleep and dreaming too, as I was talking to her
Which means, though I got the sense she understood it was me talking to her in her dream, she may not remember this ...
If indeed it was her
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