One night I had a vision that I was somewhere with an old Chinese man. The place we stood seemed like a vast plain lush and green and beautiful. The old man had a look of one of those Kung Fu masters with his hair held up on his head with a piece of cloth and his clothes a light blue smock along with the pant under it. He had a quiet, wise, masterful expression, and as I stood beside him there was another me that I could not see that was watching the me that was there who seemed along with the man to be expecting something.
(In all of my visions I always experience me watching myself and wondering what is going on).
Then we saw what looked like Chinese soldiers about four of then with a young boy around the age of twenty-one, they had his hands secured behind him like hand cuffs except they weren’t the now a days cuffs they looked like they were made from a strong bark, bamboo perhaps or something like that. They ushered him to hut like structure and lowered him in through a flap on the roof and when they had secured the flap they left.