Once upon a time, in one of my recent lucid dreams, I saw a very large mansion, the types Rajas and Ranis of Indo-Pak subcontinent used to have. Some of my family members and I were occupying that place. I did not feel too much interest in this place so I did not observe well—also I was stressed when I fell asleep. One woman from my family was holding her baby and standing and talking to someone in a rather spacious corridor. I was tired and resting on a large bed. A man who resembled a famous American poet sat on the floor near my bed. He was facing me; and, he was slowly stating some mysterious and endearing words. I could hear him say something in Urdu although I know that the poet whom this dream character resembled does not know this language. His voice was very soothing; and, I started feeling relaxed after listening to him although I could not fully understand what he was trying to say. This handsome dream character seemed very concerned about me; and, it was evident that he wanted me to heal fast. At some point, his face started vanishing because I was too tired to maintain the dream scene. But then I thought that I did not want him to disappear. As soon as I thought this, his face appeared again. I listened to his animated chat and smiled. I felt lost in this trance where I tried to interpret his words and realized the beautiful meaning of this kind gesture. I woke up feeling rejuvenated after this encounter.
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