I hadn't done Beatha for a while. Last night I did the full program and I really had some intense and interesting dreams, which I'd like to share.
I dreamed I was visiting my mother, and we were chatting while doing house chores like cleaning bed-sheets, etc., and hanging out with my little nieces and nephews. As we did, I told her the story of a certain prison or concentration camp during WWII. Apparently I knew all about it, and I explained that Nazi scientists had the idea that human beings could be reprogrammed like machines, and that was the original purpose of imprisoning people there. This particular camp had 3,000 Jewish prisoners, and they were put into a position in which just as they were abused, they had to abuse of other inmates.
I showed my mom a black and white picture of a woman who had been a victim at that camp. She had round cheeks, curly short hair and sunken eyes, and she was smiling with a shy expression, sitting on a bench. I said that she was a relative of Uri Geller and that she herself had been psychic, because at some point in her life she had been abducted by aliens and the contact had made her psychic. Some words I mentioned about either the camp or the woman were 'Urianne', or 'Vivianne', or 'Viennese' (as in Vienna).
The dream impressed me very much so I awoke in the middle of the night thinking that I had to remember as much detail as possible, because it was very important, and perhaps some sort of key to a past life. As I was thinking about it, tears began rolling from my eyes, which was kind of strange because I was sad but not that sad. It's as if my body had decided to have a cry.
Eventually I fell back asleep and I was having a 'normal' dream about riding in a car with two other people. But things started going from bad to worse for us (details unimportant), so at some point I decided to ask God/DCM for help. I sat on my bed and opened my eyes, as I reasoned that asking for help from DCM was not 'cheating' on life lessons, because when you pray you are also addressing your own higher self. Then I noticed that the curtains of my window were half open and something was moving outside. There was something that looked like an alien probe floating. I sneaked close to the window and the landscape outside was different (city-like, while I live in a smallish town). I saw a huge UFO, and then many more floating low. They were scanning my bed with laser beams, as in the movies. I thought: 'that's it - this is no abduction, this is the alien invasion!' And then awoke again, this time for real! As far as I can remember, this is the first time in my life that I have 'awoken' into a dream!

And the room in my dream was very similar to my real room. Almost identical, except for a few details.
So today I decided to google some of the clues from my first dream, and it turns out that Uri Geller's family is Jewish Hungarian; that there was a forced-labor concentration camp complex outside Vienna where Austrian and Hungarian Jews were sent (among others, like Communists, gypsies, etc.) called Mauthausen-Gusen, and they did have a system in which some inmates were selected to bully the rest. From Wikipedia:
As in all other German concentration camps, not all the prisoners were equal. Their treatment depended largely on the category assigned to each inmate, as well as their nationality and rank within the system. The so-called kapos, or prisoners who had been recruited by their captors to police their fellow prisoners, were given more food and higher pay in the form of concentration camp coupons which could be exchanged for cigarettes in the canteen, as well as a separate room inside most barracks. In addition, following Himmler's order in June, 1941, a brothel was opened for them in 1942, in the Mauthausen and Gusen I camps.[35] The Kapos formed the main part of the so-called Prominents (German: Prominenz), or prisoners who were given a much better treatment than the average inmate.
Women and children were kept there too, in different sub-camps.
Also, it turns out that the name 'Urianne' actually exists (I didn't think it did). But apparently is of Greek origin and not Hebrew or Eastern European.
A final funny detail is that a few nights earlier I had a dream of horse-back riding a black mare called 'Vanessa' - which is very similar to 'Viennese'.