BICYCLE MAN

I'm on a road through a pine forest. Trees are high. I realize this is
a country where you have the traffic on your right side of the road. In
front of me, a heavy, fat guy is cycling in the wrong side of the road;
to the left. I see white mid-strips dividing the two parts of the road.

The road turns to the left so he seems kind of surprised by meeting
another bike. A man and a woman is riding that second bike. In order to
avoid a collision with the fat guy, the bike with the man & woman diverts
to the middle of the road and falls to the ground on its left side (as the
pair is keeping the front of their bike towards us).

The fat guy apparently ignores that he has caused the man & woman to
fall to the ground with their bike, as the fat guy continues around
the road bend, still cycling in the wrong side of the road.

I am apparently using a bicycle too. I move up besides the fat guy,
on his left side. He is short haired with the hair on the top of his
head pointing upwards, 1 inch long. He is very thick, perhaps over
300 lbs, and somewhere between 20 - 25 yeas of age.

I ask him his name. He doesn't look at me but answers "Samuel".

I tell him that it might be dangerous to bike in the wrong side of the
road (as I get the feeling that he could meet a car head on). He doesn't
seem to care about any collision.

I try to think of helpers.

I tell him that there is someone he should meet, on the opposite side
of the road (the right, safe side). At first he doesn't seem to want to
go to the right side of the road..

CLICK!

I don't know what happened, but suddenly we are at the right side
of the road. There is a crossing road ahead of us, some kind of main
traffic road as I can see stop markings in the kind of shark-teeth
that's used on some places. We are still surrounded by pine forest.

I can't see any helper. I'm behind the fat guy and he seems to hesitate
about what to do. He has his back turned to me and still sits on his bike,
but is not moving.

I send him some PUL.

Now something strange happens. The fat guy seems to fall off his bicycle
and tumble down the grass covered slant to our right. It almost seems
like the pine forest at this part of the road turned into some kind
of downhill grass slant.

Something more strange happens. It is like, what I consider "down",
suddenly turns into a horizontal plane. I follow this geographical
change as the road and pine forest disappears. Instead a grassy field
emerges in front of me and I can see a two storage wooden house in the
far distance.

The fat guy, who has tumbled down the slant, now seems to stand up
and moves, without using his legs, at quite some speed towards the
house. It almost looks like the fat guy hovers over the ground.

I see him as he disappears towards the house and I also get the feeling
that he seems to raise his arms in some kind of joy. Then either the
house or some structure besides the house gives me the impression of
being a not-to-modern locomotive. I wonder if I am perceiving a very
small train station in front of me?

Hmm... Was the fat guy moving on train rails? I don't know.


TRAIN TOILET WOMAN

I am now under the impression that I should look for my next retrieval.

I can't get a fix on what I should look for. I try for some various
visions, like nature scenes, but no go.

After some patience I suddenly get the impression of a fast, modern
style, speed train rushing by. It must be some kind of fast speed train
in an urban area. I move closer to it and I seem to enter the train
slightly from its right side and slightly from above.

I then move through the train but have difficulties staying inside the
train as my head seems to go through the ceiling all along. I'm moving
over the aisle and I notice seats on both sides of me.

Eventually I come to the end of the row of seats inside the railway
wagon and turn to the left. I am now getting the feeling that someone
is using illegal drugs.

To my left, inside the wagon, is a train toilet with its door open.
I see a slim woman, perhaps 25 years, with long dark hair, sitting
on the floor of the toilet room, with her back to the wall. She seems
to be in some sort of bad shape, perhaps feeling miserable.

I ask for her name and get several answers, like "Maria" and "Esther".

I send her PUL.

There is some kind of almost click-out as I move to her left side and
I also am sitting on the floor. From the wagon in front of us a second
woman emerges. The dark haired woman stands up and the two women hug.
Again there seems to be some kind of joy from the retrieved person.

I fade out of the scene.


THOUGHTS

It seems to me that when I am to do more than retrieval, I tend to
start with the most difficult one first. Once that is over, I am moved
on to the next, simpler (?) retrieval.

I tried to feel if there was a third retrieval waiting for me, but I
could not get a clear on it. Perhaps I was finished for the time being?

SOME MORE THOUGHTS ON BICYCLE MAN

I initially didn't mention this by some reason, perhaps because it was difficult for me to keep it in mind, perhaps because I just forgot or maybe I fell under the spell of mostly relaying what I non-physical visualized (and not mentioning direct feelings)?

The fat guy seemed very depressed, and I may have been shielded from his dark side, in order for me to not lose too much of the gathered PUL I brought with me into the retrieval. I couldn't get eye contact with him. He was kind of expressionless and very into himself.

I also think the fat guy had committed suicide by going against the traffic but not realizing it, he just continued on his bike afterwards. It is not clear to me if it was the fat guy who tried to avoid the collision with the meeting bike (man & woman) or if it in fact was the meeting man & woman. Perhaps it was both parts, but most of the collision avoidance was probably done by the man & woman. I think the man was on front of the meeting bike, the woman sitting behind him.

Or perhaps the fat guy wasn't changing his line at all, just plowing ahead, disregarding the meeting bike? I'm having some difficulties remember this initial part, perhaps because I wasn't aware that it was a start of a retrieval?

I wonder if the man & woman bikers were a creation from helpers, to show me that the fat guy was not concerned with his own life or the event of a dangerous collision with a heavy vehicle?

After the retrieval, when doing some regular all day life, it felt as I have done before - in the past, something attaches to me, someone depressed. It happened at least twice during the evening. The first entity I could tell to move to some helper, the second I had to tell to go away. It was like some dark side from that fat guy had stuck to me. I don't what I should have done for it to not getting stuck.

Funny thing is that I have also wondered if that fat guy will become my guide? Maybe there was something about him I could relate to?

I slept longer than usual this night and feel much better now.