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I had a dream in which I was walking and whistling, bare-chested, holding my shirt in my right hand. Suddenly, I looked up and saw a small to medium-sized bird flying straight towards me at great speed, like a rocket. Its force felt intense, almost cinematic. The bird was bright blue, and its colour shone vividly. I thought it would scratch me, so I bent down and covered my head with my hands. But when it reached me, it did not attack. Instead, it perched gently on me. There was no scratching or aggression. I was surprised. I looked at the bird, and it faced straight ahead. Then I stood upright again and continued walking. What I am unsure about is whether I eventually put my shirt back on. Throughout the dream, however, I was not afraid. I felt calm and at peace, and I kept walking and whistling. This reminded me of an earlier dream in which a prominent man of God prayed for me. I was about to read from the Bible when he looked at me and said that something big was coming my way, but I needed to be patient. He repeated it: “Brother, something big is coming for you, but you should be patient.” The day after the bird dream, while praying about it, Psalm 95:2 came strongly to mind. Then this week, during an assignment with my boss and a colleague, we unexpectedly received a message saying the Governor had returned to town and wanted to see us that evening. When we finally met him, he was dressed in various shades of blue.

I was to meet my ex wife somewhere (I think a therapist or some type of mediator's office) at 1:30. On the way, people from my job started following me to support me. We were early so we went into a store. I was suddenly naked. No one seemed to notice but I was embarrassed. I found a small piece of netting material, very see-through of course and not big enough to wrap around me, but I tried to cover up with it anyway. I left the store and realized I had taken something out. Like a box of some kind of food. I worried that I had just shoplifted it by accident. I decided not to go back in and would just throw it away. I opened it and there was some kind of toy model plane or rocket inside. I thought it was neat and I would keep it. I threw the rest of the box and contents on the ground. I realized it was 1:30 exactly and went to where the appointment was. I ended up in what looked like a greenhouse or some kind of small enclosure with some mysterious old man. He was showing me squares drawn in the sand with little cubes stacked in them. He gave me two dice to roll. It was some kind of fortune telling or something like that. I rolled them and got double ones. He then explained how I had to knock down some of the stacks of cubes and where they fell determined something. I did it and he started trying to interpret the result. He was telling me that I didn't quite "make it to the center of the square" and he was trying to manipulate my results. It gets fuzzy after that.

I was the head of an ancient order of tantric monks. Our order had perfected extremely advanced sexual techniques that allowed us to transcend physical limitations of time and space. Many of these techniques utilized semenancy - and as a result most of the monks were constantly experimenting with supplements to increase the volume of the semen they were capable of ejaculating. Somehow these supplements were genetically modified by Elon Musk in such as way as to increase seminal volume several thousand times beyond the maximum sought by semenancy practitioners. As a result many monks were rocketed into earth orbit by the force of their own ejaculations. My dream ended just as I was about to interpret a particularly fascinating semen splatter pattern on the face of one of our young temple prostitutes. It was very frustrating as it seemed like the meaning of everything was about to be revealed just before I woke up.

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