Casper on the Move

Setting: Outside a building with a group of friends and colleagues. The cloud is overcast and the day almost at an end. A female colleague hands me a lottery ticket to check against the winning combination. I took the pinkish-orange ticket from her and clearly read the numbers printed on it. The ticket combination numbers are 4-10-14-21-24-25. The dream momentarily became blurred and the next scenario showed me and another colleague getting excited over the winning ticket. We called our colleague who owns the ticket and told her that she won. She is naive about the winning and asks me what to do. I told her to immediately sign the back of the ticket so that she can prove that it is hers and for security purposes. She then asks me further what to do. I then instructed her to go to the National Lottery Office and claim her price. “How much is the price?” she asks. “3.5 million” I told her.

With another female friend, they walked away from us holding the winning ticket.

23rd May 2009

We are running away from a large number of violent people, similar to a tribe. Together with me is a huge group of people and a small young female with supernatural powers. The setting is in a valley. We just came from the mountains and are running through the valley onto the next mountain. My group is armed with arrows and spears. Running perilously close to us is the other group of people. While on the run, I telepathically asked the young female to create a distraction between us and the other group. She looked at the foot of the mountain from where we just came from and where the pursuing group is now located. Suddenly the flatland separating us from the other group turned into white slippery snow. I felt briefly relieved as a distraction is made. However as the other group reached the iced land, it suddenly turned to normal meadows and flora. We continued running. We reached the other mountain and as we turned right, another group of spear and arrow yielding tribe marched past us. I did not feel afraid or threatened as I felt that this group is here to protect us. We continued to run along a natural corridor of shrubs and trees. On reaching the end, we turned right towards a huge door-like opening. Inside we stopped and rested. After a few minutes, the tribe that protected us came running inside to our side followed closely by the original group pursuing us. The pursuing group did not enter our side of the huge door-like opening but instead went inside to the left side, opposite ours.

We exchanged arrows with me sending off a handful only to miss my target shamefully. From our side, I tried to aim for the male leader of the other group. I can describe the male leader of the other group as pear-shape body, fair complexioned, wearing a horizontal striped blue and white shirt. He sat in full view of me behind a glass wall. I tried to aim for him with my arrow hoping to break the glass in the process. After a few failed attempts, I further asked for a few more arrows. One arrow even got stuck in the glass wall. In despair, I crafted my own arrow using a piece of knife and a long piece of hardwood. I sharpened the tip gingerly. When I was about to use it, I found out that it is the bow that I just used to make an arrow. I asked for a new bow but I am not comfortable using it.

I then woke up.