![]() He said that that is why things are so chaotic on Earth, it’s a bunch of new souls that have yet to advance to learn lessons and grow wiser. And that that was the ONLY way for our souls to get reabsorbed, and for us to reincarnate as the next and better version of ourselves- or a lesser version if we needed a new life lesson.īut with the way that we do things now-coffins, scattered ashes, mausoleums, etc., the soul just gets trapped and over time dims and fades to nothing.Īnd to balance the soul score, new souls are then ‘tagged in’ since older ones were not able to reabsorb and reincarnate. He said that we were all meant to be buried right into the Earth when we die, no preservatives, no coffin, no ashes. He laid it all out that ‘the humans are screwing themselves over and don’t even know how’. He was talking to the table about all of the problems in the world right now. ![]() One person had a sort of ethereal glow to him and in his seating position, his back was to me the whole time- he was the only one talking. Like a bunch of people sitting at a long table. I had a dream and it was essentially a 3rd person POV, where I was looking in on a conference. I tried to tell myself it was just a dream, and the boy never existed, but I still feel like it was my fault. That's when I wake up, feeling sick to my stomach, mourning the little boy, who probably had a sea of opportunity in front of him. The reconstruction was eerie, had dark hair instead of the kid's blond, and had weird eyes. One meme I remember fully was a video taken of a surface under a microscope, full of bacteria, suddenly, a red circle appears around a bacteria and a John Doe reconstruction of the kid pops up next to it, with a text saying "FOUND HIM!". The day after I am on my phone, and oddly, the only things I see are memes about what the child might have reincarnated as. The parents only notice when the train's first wheels reach the kid, by then they start screaming and panicking, but it is all blocked out by my thoughts, trying to process the fact I'm a filthy child murderer, with the blood being on my hands. I grasp the boys arm in order to yank him away from the railroad, but he seems to be angry with my "act of heroism".Įither my hand or his arm must have been sweaty, because as the boy yanked his arm away, the recoil was stronger than expected, causing him to fall back into the railroad, right when the train arrives. I begin to get frustrated by the irresponsibility of the parents for letting the boy be in this situation. ![]() The kid looked no older than 9, very skinny, blond and in shorts and a sleeveless top. The station is like one of those underground, big city train stations, except without the large, colorful adverts, instead, it was an eerie, cold, grayish color on all of the walls. I see a boy dangling one of his legs off the platform, towards where the railroad is. After sleeping we are at the train station on the way home, oddly, with a lot more kids. ![]() When we go to sleep, I call my boyfriend, who's contact name is simply "the Brazilian" with a crossed out L, he's not even Brazilian so I'm confused by this part. I was at a wedding party with half of the guests being children. I rarely have nightmares or even dreams, but when I do, they're weird, possible CW for morbid stuff, be warned. ![]()
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