I’ve had two recurring dreams in the past year.

1) The Zen Garden

I’m in a tranquil state inside a walled garden filled with buddha heads on marvelous stands.

I call this the zen garden.

Everything is tastefully ordered, with white, squared stone blocks on the ground, separated neatly by green grass.

There is a temple like building of 3-5 stories with an elevator like mechanism in its middle.

I see that it is currently at the 3rd floor.

I stand there, looking eagerly but calmly, awaiting the elevator to make some sort of movement.

In the other variation, I see that the elevator is idling at the ground floor, and I can choose to take a lift and go upstairs.

I awaken or don’t remember the rest.

2) The Women’s Sex Club and The Refugee Camp

In one variation, I meet a friend name Micea or Mirca, a dude around my own age with long dark hair.

He says I’m his brother, and seems excited to have found me.

I have a tiny bit of skepticism, a little anxiety, but I have an innate trust in him as my loyal subordinate. f

I don’t seem to recall how we met or how I know him, but I know he is a familiar.

Anyhow, he is my driver. He helps me carry our 2 family cats to a particular apartment.

Being in this apartment is the recurring dream.

I find myself in a complex with anywhere between 20 to 50 colored people there. They are darker-skinned than me, they look Arabic, African or alike other neighbors.

These guys are seating on the floor. They look at me with some hope in their eyes. They don’t seem to speak my tongue and they don’t make a move. We communicate by our eyes.

There is a blonde, busty woman there, along with a lot of other girls of various physique.

There are cats roaming around. In and out of windows and balconies.

This apartment has many units and rooms, but we all seem to be gathered in a common room.

The woman who is in charge sits on the sofa and faces me.

She talks to me about things I don’t remember.

In the meantime, I start playing her breast half-interestedly. She makes zero effort to discourage me, and I realize the rest of the women there may have a similar attitude towards me.

I realize that she is available for further sexual conduct if that pleases me, and I get a little excited about the idea, but I give up her breast and stand up, choosing to walk around instead.

There are 2 girls seated on another sofa. They seem displeased with my behavior, and they start complaining about the fact that they want to get to know me, and that I am not giving them a chance.

When I turn to them to speak, a 3rd girl with a beautiful face, seated on the floor next to the sofa, starts talking to me about how she understands me. She says that she is the same way, never initiating a contact no matter how interested she may be in the person. She is sweet to look at.

Her green eyes and short tomboyish black hair coupled with her sun-kissed skin makes me want to advance our interaction.

The nervous energy kicks in by a shouting neighbor, they scold at us to keep it quiet and stop being noisy.

I awake with a racing heart.

My eyesight during the dim early hours of the morning sees 2 bath robes hanging from the closet doors.

They look like very tall people, covered in completely black robes. Their faces are long and abstracted.

They remind me of The High Priestess. Between them there is my white shirt, suggesting the existence of a shade of light behind the veils.

The curtain to my window looks like a similar figure, but in brightly-robed attire. It reminds me of Zoroaster, for it is Zoroaster to me.

I get out of bed and begin shaving. My cat walks in.