I dreamt that there was this ancient technique/art that you could learn, and with it you could heal people with your hands. However, this involved prisms and bright light and you’d have to put your hands in a bowl of water to catch the rainbow light resulting from the prisms. The rainbow would shine on your hands and give you the power, but only if you concentrated on catching it correctly in your hands. It was a matter of focus and concentration. If not, it would cut through your skin like a laser.
Subconsequently, my bowl of water was swirling with tendrils of blood because I was not focusing correctly. My hands were all bloody when I lifted them out of the bowl of water, and the rainbow light was shining on a bloody bowl. I looked at my hands and understood why the art of healing was so rare and so unknown. Learning how to use it hurt like a bitch.
And then I woke up because the alarm rang – we wanted to get up early for last minute christmas shopping. I’d have to look it up, though… in the dreamworld, does bleeding hands mean anything? *wonders*
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