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Being in an interior. There were stairs, and other levels. I felt at one point I was assigned to help/protect someone. Was a boy. I reassured him somehow, and he reached out to grasp my hand, grateful, in a form of handclasp as he went away again temporarily. A woman who a few moments later I learned might be obstructive to my new task rolled by in some sort of vehicle, in an initially startling way (I was out on the floor, and she rolled by quickly, quite close to me but didn't hit me).
Kind of 'saw' a narrative where a young, almost teenage boy (impression of a Harry Potter type lad) was out and about, and was attacked magically by some hostile force. He seemed to mostly instinctively shield himself, then called upon God and/or Jesus... and he got answering help, as some force strongly zapped the force attacking him...but more because he believed strongly (had a strong need at that moment) in it than that it was an objectively real 'God' in the anthropomorphic Judeo-Christian sense.
I spent some time near a few people who'd set up tables inside some interior space as if it were a craft fair...I was unhappy that I didn't have stuff of my own to set up and sell...was as if I hadn't known about it, or I'd surely have arranged something to bring so I could participate.
There were other scenes, but recall has slipped away.
Kind of 'saw' a narrative where a young, almost teenage boy (impression of a Harry Potter type lad) was out and about, and was attacked magically by some hostile force. He seemed to mostly instinctively shield himself, then called upon God and/or Jesus... and he got answering help, as some force strongly zapped the force attacking him...but more because he believed strongly (had a strong need at that moment) in it than that it was an objectively real 'God' in the anthropomorphic Judeo-Christian sense.
I spent some time near a few people who'd set up tables inside some interior space as if it were a craft fair...I was unhappy that I didn't have stuff of my own to set up and sell...was as if I hadn't known about it, or I'd surely have arranged something to bring so I could participate.
There were other scenes, but recall has slipped away.