Feels like I am in India. A young boy, 10-ish? sits on a white cloth on a dias. He is resigned to dying-to being sacrificed. If there are two more white “triangles” of cloth he doesn’t have to.
A scene where I am under water and photograph a piece of white cloth while I look up at it.
a scene where my sister, Chris, has sores on her hands and someplace else. She doesn’t realize they are there. She has helped with getting a white triangle.
In the end there are three white triangles and the boy doesn’t have to sacrifice himself.
D.N. I got an e-mail re my presentation for the dream conference. The person wants my presentation to be related to night dreams especially my dreams. Before going to sleep I asked about this. I interpret this as I should go ahead and rewrite my proposal-not to sacrifice my idea.