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Jada said: 

In my dream, I was a woman on Jeffrey Epstein's island. The dream started when I was swimming in the water, with the beach full of crowd, and I had somehow lost my bikini. I felt a sense of shame when I got back to the beach and got to my planket and I covered myself. People didn't really react.

So while thematically similar almost the opposite of the classic; Having to give a presentation to your student peers in a reimagining of your school and suddenly you're in your underwear? 

I think J called my bank and found out there was some issue.

If that's within the dream, then you likely subconsciously expect inconvenience from normal everyday things. 

...me too...

The dream either transitioned into the evening or I lost my memory regarding what happened.

Dreams do that, but usually scene changes are taken more like... new movies, not within the same movie. 

If that makes any sense. 

I was in the hallway of a building (which doesnt exist on Jeffrey's island and it was not underground) walking to the escalators. At this point least I was aware that I was on Jeffrey Epstein's island and he was a sex offender who was out to rape young women and girls. I dont know if others were aware, but they sort of reacted as though something was wrong. I knew Jeffrey wanted to assault me and I was trying to stay with the crowd.

I feel like the dream shows more symbols over presented dangers towards a roleplayed vulnerability. 

This gives me the impression of someone who has the risk of becoming lost to the role they've found themselves playing, rather than defining that role themselves. 

It's some subby shit. 
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I'll address the rest later, genuinely tired but otherwise interested. 

I was carrying a lot of bags. I faked like I felt it was too heavy for me by exaggerating my movements (as though I struggled) so others would take some of them to help me out. I think it was mostly survival instinct so they wouldn't let Epstein assault me. We got to the elevators, which just hit our floor when we reached it. It was one of these transparent cage elevators. In it there was this creepy ass luggage box that opened with roses in it. Everyone was shocked by it but we were hesitant to take the elevator because clearly Epstein sent this box to me. He was aware of our movements somehow.

There were two elevators and I could see the other one on its way up, also with a luggage box. Though the luggage box was closed, I realised that in the luggage box there was a pale white woman who could twist her limbs like the woman from the ring to fit into the luggage box. I could see a flashback into my memory that she was one of the freak Epstein offenders who was working with Ghislaine Maxwell. One of the worst ones due to her cruelty. The elevator was reaching our floor and my stomach was turning in the dream. I realised that I could escape by going to the hallway and parkouring my way down to the lower floors sequentially.

So I jumped in a parkour move one floor down and then another. My friends had teleported to that floor and somehow I knew that I had to get into a secure room where people could protect me. However my friends husband had an extra limb growing out of his right hand, so everyone was panicking. I realised that Epstein was going to kill them all the men and then assault all the women, including myself. I also realised that the reason there was a limb growing out of this guy is because of nuclear fusion. It was energetically favorable for his biological cells to combine with another which paved way for formation of an extra arm. However before I could tell everyone the dream ended.

We dream every time we sleep. We only remember them if we wake up while having them, which is kinda rare as we age. So if you're about to score and someone or something wakes you up, thank them. Unless of course you have shit to do in the morning.  

I always remember my dreams if I go to sleep early and if I pay attention to dreams. 

I haven't dreamed of you Spatial again, though I thought itd be interesting, so I can get to know your psyche better.

So while thematically similar almost the opposite of the classic; Having to give a presentation to your student peers in a reimagining of your school and suddenly you're in your underwear?

Or finding out you forgot to go to a job interview that starts in 10 minutes.

This is the first time I've felt shame for a naked body other than my own. If I had had my sanity in the dream, I probably wouldve reacted differently. I didn't feel sexually attracted to myself when I woke up. 

Dreams do that, but usually scene changes are taken more like... new movies, not within the same movie.

If that makes any sense.

 It does, and the theme was different. The second scene felt more like a horror movie.

I feel like the dream shows more symbols over presented dangers towards a roleplayed vulnerability.

This gives me the impression of someone who has the risk of becoming lost to the role they've found themselves playing, rather than defining that role themselves.

It's some subby shit.
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I dont think its subby, Im very dominant IRL. 

What may have happened is that I tapped into another soul, maybe one of the people who Epstein killed. I looked up the various buildings that Epstein owned though, and none of them looked familiar. 

It was definitely roleplayed vulnerability but it was definitely not me doing the role playing. I never feel like role-playing helplessness, and if you placed me in the same situation IRL I'd be in the protectors role, I wouldn't be the helpless person begging bystanders for help. I have to admit that when I woke up I felt like I had suffered some sort of temporary insanity.

The building BTW was a 4-5 storey building with hallways connected to the outside, with a shared elevator. Nothing like Epstein's buildings on St James.