In my dream, I am a Wiseman-type guy in the Kingdom. I am sitting on my somewhat fancy chair when a man brings his daughter -- maybe 3 years old or so -- in to see me. She runs over to me and I pick her up and discover she's light as a feather. The two of us are happy to be together and feel the joy of the other's presence.
As sort of an interlude, I am standing beside a large transparent box in which are a great many black filaments. The box is maybe 3.5 feet on a side and the filaments are maybe 18 to 24 inches long. As I move my hands near the box, the filaments respond and congregate near where my hand is. When I move my hand, the filaments move with it.
Despite the happiness of being who I am and so admired by so many people and the presence of the dad and his daughter, I know that all this goodness will end sometime soon. And many people will be seriously hurt or will die as a result. I do not know how it will happen and I don't know when, either.
And so I maintain a happy exterior while feeling depressed and helpless inside.
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