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Trying to scream/talk but being unable to is often referring to the sense of powerlessness, or having no voice of your own.
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Now that does make perfect sense, I feel totally powerless in regards to many things which are happening in my life right now.
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The white void is a singularity. It could relate to being alone... or it could relate to being lost. The emotion and focus that came with facing the white expanse is important. What was your initial reaction? What was your first worry about it?
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My initial reaction, I spread my arms wide and crouched down as if preparing to be attacked, my initial thoughts were of my children and why they weren't with me, which is weird because they weren't with me on the track either, I felt very confused and scared.
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Walking down an isolated road (the word "isolated" just popped in my head. Might be intuition for this...) Were you lost? Were you simply wandering? There is still (though this is the root of the thought) this theme of being alone, by one's self.
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I didn't recognise the track nor did I understand why I was there, I was lost and trying to figure out where I was and what I was doing there, it was very dark and I was very very cold and really hungry oddly.
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In fact, let's address the pivotal moment as a whole. There was a shriek - did you know whose shriek it was? Was the source physically nearby or was it just in the air??? Then you turned and faced an eternal whiteness. (White can relate to many things. Here, it seems as nothingness, but is it a positive nothingness like a blank slate, or is it destructive like having the whole world taken away?) What was your initial thought reaction to the whiteness. You said you were afraid - what was driving the fear???
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The shriek didn't seem entirely human but nor did it seem to be a wild animal, it was like an Owl but it wasn't an Owl because there was anger, no not anger, hunger perhaps, like a beast hunting prey and getting close to the kill maybe, it also seemed a little mechanical in some sense as well, it wasn't entirely a natural sound, the sound came from behind me to the left.
The whiteness didn't feel threatening but nor did it feel welcoming, more as if it had taken everything away and refusing to let me be a part of anything real. I was afraid because there was literally nothing, the whiteness didn't have any depth or reach or expanse, I could see my hands and legs and front torso but beyond my own physical construct there was nothing there, as if the whiteness was engulfing me tightly but it didn't hold me, I could move my limbs but there was no sense of movement as there was nothing but whiteness, there was no reference of movement outside of my limbs moving.
I wanted out of the whiteness and I felt like I was being watched, or followed or both, it felt like I had been taken out of reality and placed somewhere by an unseen force, as if it were a game of some sort for something, but there was no sense of play here, I was in terrible danger and I could sense what ever had put me there was closing in on me.