And in that dream, my name was Gabriel Alaniz. I was helping an older priest by the surname Larios and a very elderly priest with the surname O’Higgings. We were chasing something called the “seventh eye” and belonged to the septima opus brotherhood.
The church were we were hiding was in ruins. It’s a church I’ve dreamt about since I was a child. There is a pope figure dressed in white, a dead woman dressed in red and a half woman/ half spider creature living in it.
Most of the dream I spent running around, looking for father O’Higgings and hiding from father Larios, but there was a part where I just stood in the middle of a very ruined marble staircase which was going upward if I looked up or downward if I looked behind me, yet I couldn’t go forth or back.
While running around I kept being stopped by the sudden appearance of many eyes, either in front of me, or flashing on the walls, the ceiling or the floor. At one point, my whole face was covered with eyes.
Throughout the dream it never stopped raining and so I spent the whole of the dream feeling incredibly cold.
A voice somewhere within the dream told me to “Take a good look at this, for this is who you’ll be in your next life”.
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