Tuesday, 29 December 2015

The Temple Monks

Woke up 7 something, used the computer but was too sleepy so went back to bed. Then had a really long dream.

I cannot remember the first part of the dream. But one part, I was exploring a 3D map looking at a hill. A small tall bushy hill will settlements around it. When I look at the other side of the hill, I was surprised to see a large ancient temple built on the slope. The temple has only one room, but a huge one with a grand door. It looks like the Petra of Jordan but more Chinese-styled. I flew into the entrance and entered the temple. There is a large gold Buddha in the center surrounded with candles that light the room. An old monk was seated in deep prayer / or meditation. He awoke to greet us. I remembered seeing him somewhere before.

Quite similar to this hanging temple in ShanXi, China

He brought told us that this temple is grand and ancient but unfortunately very few knows about its existence. He is working hard to give the temple the recognition it deserves. I was with one young lady (seems like a journalist) and another guy. The old monk told us he will guide us back down the hill.

We followed him as he left the temple. There was no path in front of the temple entrance but a steep rocky slope. There was no ropes, no paths, nothing for us to climb down the hill. The old monk jumped from boulders to boulders to get down instead. We followed after him. The three of them jumped down efficiently but I hesitated. Then I managed to get the courage to jump down.

I jumped to the nearest boulder underneath. I jumped a little too far and almost slip out of the boulder. All the rocks here are dark bluish in color and the atmosphere was misty. Reminds me of mounting climbing in Mount Kinabalu. I jumped from rock to rocks carefully while the others are already far down. I cannot really see the bottom as the mist was a little too thick.

I increased my speed and jumped down much quicker. Sometimes I had to use my hands to grab hold of the nearest rock to keep myself from falling. Then, there was this rock which I grabbed, there was a head on it! There was a human head covered with long black hair sticking out from underneath a large boulder. It may not be a human at all! I was really frightened and quickly jumped down the hill.

Soon, I found myself at the bottom of the hill. The hill was not that high after all! However, things are not over yet. There are worst to come. I found one of my companion but as soon as I get to him, the atmosphere changed. The sky, the land, everything became dark and eerie.

Thin ropes suddenly appeared on the ground, tightly tied about 3 foot from the ground. It seems to be restricting our movements. Then, several dark figures appeared. Seems like ninjas or just shadowy creatures. My companion and I took out our guns (pistols) and defended ourselves.

Then, as quickly it came, it was over quickly too. The sky became bright again, the eeriness has gone. I looked up and saw the monk with the female journalist. We were confused and kept our gun. We were told that it was all just a hallucination. Everything was not real. There were no bad guys. We were just being hypnotized by a powerful evil.

We went to another temple where there are many monks sitting on the floor meditating. I meet with two monks which kept their hairs. Wow! I asked them something and they gave me an important advice on how to deal with the powerful evil.

I then woke up without actually remembering what they told me.