It is 00:51. I just woke up from a very vivid dream I had.
The dream starts like this…
I was sitting on my usual chair at work, behind the counter. I was watching mobile videos of Faberyayo who was taking an animation course. He had new videos out. One of them was a loop with a bowman, walking a small distance up a hill, curving some grass and shooting a bow.
I also stole a packet of Rolo’s and put them in my bag, among other things.
After that I woke up in the dream. It was dark. Apparently I had fallen asleep before leaving the building. First I thought I was still in the chair, but then I noticed that my surroundings were moving.
I seemed to be in the backseat of a car. This made me suspicious. I carefully peered over to see if I could see the face of the driver – if it was someone I knew I didn’t have to worry.
A face was visible en profil. It was a man, but not someone I knew. In the shotgun seat was another man, I discovered after a while.
That’s because they were talking to eachother, these two men.
After a while they began talking to me. They said “We know you’re not number nine, so you don’t have to worry.. What do you care about, Mark?”
I pretended to be sleeptalking as I said what I cared about. I thought this could help me enhance their mood and tell me about where we’re going. I asked him where we were going but the driver didn’t answer.
As I saw the petrol station disappear behind me, I got a LSD flashback as they said it. I thought I was going to die. This meant I had to do something about my situation, I had to get away from these two kidnappers.
Luckily they parked the car. I was able to get out of the car and I looked for one second at the driver, who had his back turned to me. I ran like hell. The men were passive, they didn’t seem to follow me.
I was afraid as fuck. I was apparently wearing sheepskin slippers, so I didn’t make much noise running, which is good in a situation like this, I thought.
And the dream continues like this….
I ran a bit through a forest, consciously focusing to watch my step and focus on the path, and then I encountered some houses.
I recognized those houses, even though it was dark. I used to walk past them when I was a kid and I was playing in my neighbourhood.
This was my neighbourhood. What good luck. I wasn’t too far away.
I decided to take the alleys and try to run to the city centre. The alleys are dark, so I would stay hidden and the car would not be able to follow me through the alleys.
Every time I watched a streetname sign, something happened. As I moved, the letters on the sign morphed from a streetname I thought I recognized to a random English phrase. I couldn’t orient myself in the neighbourhood, so I had to take turns on good faith.
At some point in time, I was running though an alley, in the shadows, and the shadows of two people were visible at the end of the alley. I stayed in the shadows and approached. One of the guys had in white letters ‘LEVEL 1’ on his black shirt and the other one had ‘LEVEL 10’ on his black shirt. They looked very alike.
They saw me and walked towards me. They said “If you fight us and win, you can get what you want”. I thought about love. I went for it. But the text on their shirts had disappeared, so I wasn’t able to know who was the strong guy and who was the weak guy.
At this point I saw a link between the “number nine” that the driver kidnapper talked about. Maybe I was LEVEL 9?
So I just picked one guy and punched. It didn’t do much. I did a Dragonball Z multiple airkick. He bended with the wind and countered my attack. I thought: “I’m going to lose against this guy!”. So I played a trick on him, I threw him in the hands of the other guy.
This seemed to work, as in, the guys now began to fight with eachother. I ran past them.
The dream goes on….
As I ran, I thought “God’s goodness doesn’t hide in the shadows.” So I started to take the open road. Time slowed down, and it was getting light.
I saw what looked like part memories and part ideal situation. I saw boys and girls holding hands in the light.
Before I knew it I was in the Realm of the Angels. I was back at work.
There was an Angel sitting next to me. She explained to me how to keep customers from gambling and smoking, and that doing so would have a good effect on my karma. All my karma was being kept count of, and was linked to monetary gains and losses. I was making progress, she said, but I still sinned from time to time so that’s why I have to work on Sundays.
There were several customers who I made understand their gambling and smoking ways, and I came to the conclusion that you could only change your ways if you understand what you are doing.
An example. There was a woman in the shop. She wanted to buy cigarettes. So I got a pack of cigarettes from the wall behind me. But this was not a normal pack of cigarettes. Instead of a logo there was a sticker saying “12 months of addiction” in German. My German is not too good, but I tried to translate it and explain the risks to the woman anyway. She didn’t understand much of it and gave up on buying the cigarettes. I prevented her from smoking, which, according to the Angel, was all kept track of. Preventing people from smoking is positive karma. The woman left behind her bill of 20 euros.
In the meantime, a regular customer put on soothing music and turned the airconditioner on.
Another example. A Moroccan regular customer wanted to gamble, which is a service we provide. People can gamble on football matches and buy scratch tickets. But out of myself, I said to him: “Do you want to make money? Invest it in ETFs. Now you lose money because the game is rigged so that you mostly lose, but with ETFs you mostly win because the market is designed to grow”. The Americans must be right, capitalism must be some system made by God. The guy saw the error of his ways and left happily, knowing that he could grow his money instead of staying addicted to gambling and losing it all the time. Positive karma. The guy left behind his 2 bills of 50 euros.
“What do I do with the money people gave me?” I asked the Angel, who had red hair. “I’ll show you”, she said to me.
The Angel showed me mini lockers under the counter, with all of my colleagues names on them. One colleage is doing very well at work, and on her locker was a note saying “Persuaded lots of people with good words”. I was amazed.
Then the Angel gave me a ballpoint pen. “Do you know the code?” she asked me, as she smiled. I said no.
She opened the pen by clicking and turning various parts of it. I remembered the code. Then I opened it myself. It became larger. Why? To fit was all the money that I had earned from preventing people doing bad things.”
Now we did some mathematics. It was about the Rolos and the other things that I had stolen at the beginning, the were substracted from the amount in the pen. I had a pen as a locker, but everyone else had different items because they are at different places in their progression.
I was enlightened. Stealing is bad. I had learned my lesson and asked the Angel how I could live true to that lesson. She advised me that it’s “about the incentives”. I vowed to do good at my job and keep working there. In the city of God.