The Dream Weavers

I dreamed that Michael and I were on vacation in Mexico. We were out and went on this diving tour in which you walk into a room and it fills up with water around you, and then drains. It was all indoors, very strange. We were paired with a family of three, and when it was over they took us back to our hotel but they took us to that family's room. There was a very soft spoken woman who told us about the history of the hotel, and then we pointed out that we weren't a part of that family, so she told us we could go out to the lagoon area and reach the common areas that way. It was beautiful outside, and I got the impression we were near Mexico City in a dangerous area. We stopped at the bar to get a drink, and Michael started to take this plastic container that held another man's passport and money. The man came up to retrieve it and then told Michael just to keep it. Then we came upon a magic show. Of course I wanted to stop. The tricks were really neat but what amazed me was that they knew what I had dreamed about the night before. One of the magicians made a comment and I assumed I had mentioned something about it. Later, the other magician said something about a very private, erotic part of my dream that I was certain I hadn't told to anyone. It was a strange but exhilarating (and almost addicting) sensation to share my dreams with someone else. I went back to the show every night, and every night it was different but they still knew and discussed my dreams. I guess the. Eat way to describe it was that I suddenly had an immediate sense of intimacy with these strangers because they knew such a private thing about me. At one point I wondered if they were psychic or if they were somehow directing my dreams. It was really remarkable.

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