INGRID AND THE VAMPIRES - MIRROR OF "FUTURE SKY RAIL LINK"

This dream and vision, is an exact mirroring of the dream I had the day after, in the next post, "Future sky rail link"

Everything is backwards, from start to finish, finish to start

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There is a young woman swimming in fog covered waters with another young woman

It does not seem as though they are a couple, but they seem to have a very close bond. Like childhood friends who have grown up together, into young women

They are laughing and joking, splashing each other

One of them swims towards shore, losing sight of her for no more than two seconds, whilst she continued talking

And when she turned back, her friend was gone. Disappeared into the fog somewhere

She called to her friend, who's name was "Ingrid" but there was no response

Just dead silence. No splashing, or even a hint of water being disturbed anywhere

At first she thought her friend was playing a trick on her, so she kept calling her. But there was nothing. She was gone

Many years later, I enter a building at night, that appears to be some type of hospital

I find a particular room and in that room, there is a group of well-dressed, wealthy looking people, with long hair. Solemnly gathered around the bed of someone old and frail

Someone who appeared to be dying

At first they ignore me when I enter the room, fixing their attention on the old person, barely acknowledging I was there

I speak to one of the young pale-skinned young men sitting furthest away from the bed, but closest to the door

I tell them I am looking for someone and they tell me I should leave

I tell them, I am looking for Ingrid, and this gets their attention

They all look over at me momentarily, recognising the name

The pale-skinned man tells me I will not find Ingrid there and again tells me I should leave, this time adding "... before I get hurt"

I laugh at his feeble threat for a moment, before speaking to him in a fluent ancient dialect

A language so old, that most people on Earth today, do not know it ever existed. Let alone speak it

There are only a very few people know what this language is, and how to speak it

I can feel the tension in the room build, as they all realised why I laughed at the threat. I was not just some normal random person

I continued speaking to them in the ancient language, this time speaking much louder and more deliberately, as to intentionally disturb the solemn peace in the room, and make it clear that that I was a big problem for them

One they posed no threat to, that would not go away easily

I continued laughing and speaking at them menacingly, as they stared at me. In a language I should not know how to speak

I knew they did not know who I was. Nor did they have any idea of my existence prior to this

I knew they would be confused and likely scared

And this made me happy. But most of all I felt rage and disgust

I looked at them as a type selfish, arrogant disease, that needs be healed

All I wanted, was for them to give me a reason

They would get a small taste of what they do to other people

As I left the room, I told them very clearly, in English, that their little plan was pointless. "You will not get the thing you were hoping to find from her"

"I can do the thing you seek, without even trying" I said, laughing at how pathetic they are. Groping for something they will never have

Later I saw them entering a ship, just before sunrise

I knew they could not go out in sunrise.

They watched me from the windows, covered from the rising sun, as I demonstrated the thing I could do, that they could not

I climbed up on top of something, whilst they were watching me, directly into the morning sun

I closed my eyes and basked in its brilliance

They immediately closed the windows and went off to hide for the day

'Not today', I thought to myself

I was not going to allow them to hide in their own filth and arrogance any more

I walked down to where their ship was docked in the water. A decent sized private ship, similar to one you would expect most billionaires to own

I knocked on the side hard to get their attention, and then spoke to them in a voice loud enough for them to hear inside

"I FORGOT TO MENTION, THAT I REALLY FUCKING STRONG"

I gripped their ship and easily picked it up out of the water with super-human strength

I threw the boat onto its side on land

Then jumped on top of it, to rip it open like a tin can with my bare hands

There was no more hiding from the sun for them

I was going to tear their little hiding hole apart and drag them into the sun. They had no choice

It would either cure them of their sickness

Or it would kill them

Either way, the problem would be solved

I am fairly sure that this is some type of metaphor for Religious Zealots