To heal your wounds, you sometimes have to open them and let them breathe.
In this dream, I found myself naked and was able to fly. I lived in a brutalist castle with a lake in front of it. The building resembled the National Theatre on the Southbank in London.
In this dream, I was two persons inhabiting one body. The whole self consisted of two people, a younger and older self. The older self was a sheikh. It was more powerful than the younger self and that night was attending a film premiere. The film premiere was being hosted by a famous celebratory.
I flew around the brutalist building while my other half was attending the premiere.
Whilst flying around, I had a premonition that someone was going to attempt to assassinate my older self.
Perching on the edge, I saw a black girl disembarking from a car. I immediately suspected that she was the assassin.
My suspicion was confirmed when she took a gun out of her bag. However, something told me there was more to this. Someone, I hypothesised, must have instructed her to do this. To find out, I stood on a ledge of the building and, with a long rope, decided to…
