I met with this man last evening. I do not know who he is, but I have met with him before.
I would reference our relationship as adversarial. We are cordial, but not nice to each other, there is a touch of animosity, kind of like a rival from high school. You know the one; similar to you on many fronts, but from a different crew. One plays soccer, while the other is in football, one is in the high classes, while the other is in the lower classes.
There is a light amount of respect extended, but it is cold and could rise into conflict if either were to mouth off. I am sure we can all remember a person from high school, which would fit into this category.
He had with him last evening, three children in which I had to place into this type of storage area or oven. There were three ovens and three pieces of life, but hard like a stone. One fell on the ground, but did not break. It was not like dropping a baby, but it felt like a piece of hardened wood. I picked it up and placed it into this space, which had been set aside for this particular piece.
Not much more too it. There were three children, just like in one of my other dreams and just like in one of my other dreams, one of them had fallen.
I do not know. All I know is that they had not been born yet.
James Scott Velozo