3.7.25

Me and my family were on a steep and winding highway along a river, presumably for a trip. We pulled over to begin unloading our things along with many boats, all while blocking traffic. All 5 of us had our own boats that we eventually got down into the water. Me and my sister were making sure my mom had all her things together because she was scatter brained and the traffic was building, people were getting annoyed. At last we were down the river bank and started up our boats. My mother took on the role of setting the pace for everyone heading down-river. In my boat I was carrying a large bundle of oars which hung off the edge of the boat. They were dragging in the water heavily, splashing up water, slowing me down. It wasn't long before I got separated from everyone, so I pulled off onto the rivers edge. I saw a branch on fire and it caught my attention, it was visually gravitating. It wasn't actively "burning", instead it was pure energy in the form of fire living on the branch in co-existence. I grabbed it and it didn't burn me, instead the energy taking place on the branch acted as "fuel" which allowed me to fly. It had the spirit of a living thing. The burning branch took me into the sky and above the river like a shooting star. It was trying to help me look for my family, but it soon ran out of energy and began to actually burn, the fire consumed the branch, and its life force / spirit was gone. It became hot so I let go, falling down into the river. I swam to the bank accepting I would no longer pursue catching up with my family. Instead, I hiked up the river bank towards an old building that caught my eye, its pointy roof poking above the treeline. When I got closer it appeared to be made of stone and was quite run down. I bumped into a woman who was the "keeper" of the building which she stated was actually a church. She seemed devoted to keeping a watchful eye on it. She was frantic and telling me it was not a good time to visit as there was an issue in the main room. I asked her about this problem and she said there was a someone who wouldn't leave. This someone was a moth. According to her, this moth was cursed, a sign of the devil, and she wanted to get it out urgently because it would bring bad luck to her establishment. When I asked her how she knew it was cursed, she claimed its many spots and distinct markings were proof. I didn't feel scared of the moth like she was, it was small, delicate, and was bouncing off the light on the ceiling. I offered my help to try and get the moth out of the building, I began to climb chairs and tables to reach it ------ But then I awoke.

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