The Bodies on the Floor and the Voice Beyond Money

Dream recorded: 10/1/2026

I was in, this weird college-like place, but it wasn’t.

My parents were there. I was moving stuff out, but my child was there too.

I was packing up, but I had two places. We needed to leave.

There were other people in the car, and they were waiting on me.

And I actually got some stuff. I was taking another bag of stuff, and I forgot it, so I got out of the car because we were waiting in this long line of traffic.

And while walking there, I realized I don’t really need that. I can come back later.

There was something going on in the building that was causing a traffic jam of people and controversy.

There was a gym or auditorium.

Everybody was laying down.

So many bodies.

Not dead, not asleep, not hurt.

Just lying down.

Maybe sleepy.

I noticed one of them, and I felt into their back pocket to get something, and I can’t remember what I grabbed.

I went back inside, and it looked like an old building, an old apartment room, almost like a barracks.

It reminded me of Killeen when my stepdad was living on the barracks and we went to go see him.

But the point of view was shifting, almost like I was too far out and going too far in.

I don’t know why I was putting things in black bags.

I grabbed a couple things that were still on the hanger.

And I realized I had enough. I can come back later.

So I went back out to meet the people that I was with in the vehicle, and I don’t know who they were, but the car was full.

And so I met them back on the road.

They were stuck in traffic previously, but it’s like they barely moved. But enough to where I could get back in.

She stopped the car to let me jump back in.

Like their traffic jam ended as soon as I came back.

But it looked like the driveway of a home.

She opened up the door, got me in.

It was like this toaster car, like my best friend’s old car.

Dream 2

I only remember voices, a conversation.

Something said, “Souls are emergent of many, not one thing.”

Then I was yelled at for only focusing on money.

It said, “This is bigger, and you only care about money.”

I said, “Then take away its need off this blue ball. If it’s here and exists, I need it.”

Then silence.

I woke up.

Both dreams, low recall. There was more.