Dream log:
I am finding myself back inside of a tall hall with dark blue tiles all over. A stream of water is running in a clockwise direction inside a small artifical tiled channel on the ground and close to the walls throughout the entire hall. I had visions about this place earlier this year, when I was working on my Nafs, when I started to use the names of Allah on every Latifah inside of me. Back then the hall was empty and I wasn’t sure what to do with that vision or that place.
Now I am back and I find two shrouded bodies placed on the ground, a third shrouded one already in preparation on a stone table. This is a morgue, my personal hall of the dead and the third body belongs into the “soon to be dead” category of this family as well.
I open a door that leads into some sort of dining hall; I can see members of my family gathered there. One of my cousins notices me and asks me if I could make the waters turn backwards again. I tell her “No” and inside of my mind I add “not for you, that is.” Fuck her and most of them, mate. I will exercise my duty and not a thing more.
Crossposting. I think that Zuhal gave me the keys to my personal house of the dead and I am ready to do the work inside of it. 90% necessity, maybe at some point 10% heartfelt investment.
Dark blue again, huh.
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