Rich and Lianne complain or note that Terry is not waiting for us or some comment to that effect because he has gone on ahead. But my sense is that he is focused on something, on where he is going personally but also in a way serving as a scout or guide for all of us.
Terry picks up a unique long seed pod bundle, soft and complex, full of dark black hard seeds. They seem to be tree seeds, rather flat and hard. (Dream lucid here and I try to identify what actual tree these seeds come from). He is examining them and breaks the bundle apart to let the seeds come out, several of which drop on the trail.
I am very interested in this and pick up some of the seeds. Then I
am with Terry and he draws with a stick in the dust on the ground,
indicating by a rough map the area we're in and a choice we can make about
our walk. He roughly sketches the whole area and points out an area on
the map where there is a water feature, a falls or a reservoir or lake. He
says that is is about a two and a half hour hike to that place. He also
notes that of course, we'd be getting there late in the day and would then
have to hike back out as well.
Note : the four of us in this dream lived together communally in California many years ago and are still closely connected to one another.
Then I go farther down the hall and come to a large spacious room like an airport waiting room. It is filled with many people, all dressed in sophisticated black clothing, like New York styles, artsy too, or Zen like. They are sleeping in their seats in this waiting area. When I come in they stir and wake. It is morning and the feeling is: time for breakfast! I am wearing a bright orange life preserver around the middle of my body. Like an inner tube flotation device, but of the material of airplane flight life preservers.
(Dream becomes lucid and I am aware I have experienced a "death" (loss of T.) and profound aloneness/emptiness. I also have experienced a "waking" into new consciousness and preservation of life.)
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