2/8/2012 20:00 -- 20:50 EST

Flood of Dreams, Hard to Understand

After dinner, I went upstairs and finished my first try at doing the income taxes. I finished up a little before 8 PM, and suddenly felt so sleepy that I could hardly stay awake. I managed to get to the bedroom and laid down on the bed in my clothes for a nap.

Almost immediately, I began to experience vivid dreams as if in a movie theater, many dreams coming rapidly one after another. They were without apparent linkage, and difficult to understand. Here's what I remember, and it seems to be only a small part of them;

I remember seeing numbers and letters going by my field of vision, similar to what you see when a program is loading into an older computer. Sometimes the numbers and letters were in a line, sometimes a plane, sometimes 3 dimensions and perhaps 4 or more dimensions. They moved by me very rapidly. Sometimes it was like watching the screen of a computer, and sometimes it was as if I was traveling rapidly through the numbers and letters along many axes of space at once.

Imagine black numbers suspended in three dimensional graph paper, very square and orderly rows on three axes. Then you drive a submarine through this 3-D alphabet soup while the numbers and letters course through and all around you. As you go, the numbers and letters at each position stay where they are, but they change to other letters and numbers with your movement, and the background colors of the 3-D graph paper change as well-- This seems to describe motion through a number and letter matrix of at least 5 dimensions (LxWxHxTxC; Length, Width, Height, Time, Color).

There were graphs going by in rapid succession. They were graphs of lines, planes, and incomprehensible green spaces, relationships of sets of numbers and characters to each other-- I did not understand any of them.

Then I was looking at a cloth, maybe cotton or muslin, with off-white threads one way, and white, blue, and black threads making a pattern the other way. The weave formed a dark pattern on the off-white cloth that somewhat resembled the gingham pattern, but my focus never backed away enough to see the big picture of it. My view zoomed in close, as if looking at cloth through a microscope, and when I was very close, each of the dark patches became filled with the letters and numbers again—Each colored patch a tiny fractal universe of numbers. Then my view zoomed back out, and it appeared to be cloth again. It was not cloth, but something that looked superficially like cloth.

I saw images of snow leopards with fractal black stripes on them. On the haunches, they had spiral fractals in black. I think it could be called a 'thorn pattern,' but don't know why I think that. They appeared to be murals in a hallway.

There was a picture of a cow, deer, or some other animal, sliced perhaps diagonally along the length of its body. It looked like a CT-scan, but in full real color of the organs and bones—yet with no blood. It distressed me, and I looked away.

There was an outdoor scene with chaos, but I can't quite remember it.

There was a cube glowing orange-red at the top of a mountain of cloth, covered with a cloth at first, but then the cover was taken away. As I got closer, it was not exactly a cube, but longer on the 'width' side, so that four of the six faces were golden/fibonacci rectangles. It looked exactly like it was made of orange-hot iron, yet it was not hot. It illuminated the cloth mountain beneath it and shone through the cloth that was over it, but the background of that scene was darker than midnight.

All the time I was dreaming these things, I knew I was dreaming. I kept trying to open my eyes. Sometimes I succeeded, but I would close them and the dreams would take off again. My son came into the room at one point, flicked the lights on and off several times to wake me up, and asked me if I knew where his dental retainer was. I didn't know, he left, and the dreams resumed.

After about 50 minutes of this, I managed to get out of bed and get a drink of water.

Everything about this occurrence is unusual for me. I do not usually dream this way. My dreams are almost never 'lucid,' and usually when I become self-aware in a dream, the dream ends quickly. I also very rarely nap, since I have sleep apnea and in order to sleep without suffocating, I have to put on a pressurized CPAP mask. I almost never take a nap at 8 PM. What's the point? Might as well just go to bed! But for some reason I could not resist the urge to lie down at once and go to sleep.

I'm not convinced that this really was sleep. It was more like a vision. I have never used any recreational substances, but it resembled descriptions of hallucinogenic trips that I have read about, although without any prodrome or pre-hallucinatory experiences.

As I was waking up a couple of days ago, I had a most unusual dream. I could not see in this dreamas I normally see, but I was participating in a conversation with some good friends and mentors. They were actually angels, and I could see them, but they were phosphorescent. They were discussing with me what would happen soon, and what I remember is this...There will soon be the splitting of the worlds, that which Christians call the Rapture, but it is more of a pulling apart than a "everybody imitates superman" moment. I saw two Earths splitting like in cell mitosis, the Earth became two Earths. The wicked were on one, together with the unaware, and the righteous and aware were on the other. The wicked imposed great suffering on the zombie sheeple and many of them woke up and started fighting the NWO overlords. On the other Earth, the Aware people expressed great relief that the Illuminists had gone and proceeded to begin creating a "Heaven on Earth". Note, by "righteous" I do not mean religiously dogmatic, but those who love what is good and true and just. All of the Aware were Righteous, but not all of the Righteous were Aware. There were Righteous people who were still in a 3d mind, because that was all that they had been taught. However, in the absence of the mind control brainwashing memering, these folks very quickly became Aware. One of the angels said to me, "I will not leave any of my people to suffer here (speaking of lower earth)". Those who have to suffer on lower earth to gain Awareness must be killed by the Beast-the Illuminist One World Government. The angel said to me, "This is how we will tell who the truly guilty ones are! Nobody will ever again be able to blame humanity for humanity's sins! It will be obvious to all who the problem is-Lucifer, the Fallen One!!! He and his minions and cohorts!!!"
He continued, "Humanity without his influence will heal and rebuild in peace. There will be no pain, no suffering, no disease, no wars, no fighting. If humans only knew this now, the problem is not race or colour or religion or gender. The problem is Lucifer."

I was in a creepy chinese restaurant, there was a dark section of the place with tall bookshelves lined with old encyclopedias. I picked up a book, it was a used copy called something like "Comet Collisions". Author was Franz Paris. Flipped through the pages and it was all about past civilizations getting wiped out by comet encounters, and some data/speculation on upcoming ones. The book was 15 bucks used. Later in the dream I was telling my girlfriend about a "huge mother-f'in hurricane" that would hit the east coast USA this summer and how we had to prepare for a flood.

i live in san francisco

Was in the back of a theater with actors in performance. Some crazy, visible to the audience, shows up with a machine gun, one large actress jumped up out of his way with a short shriek. I ran towards him, as a joker, a fool, positioning myself between the crazy and the rear where there was no one else to shoot. He shot me many times, but I almost immediately detached my consciousness from the body. The dream closed with his frozen in fear and shock (maybe someone shot him, then?) that I kept smiling, even shot, his bullets were worthless, and the terror he was sure of never came....

Lincoln NE

I had this dream 1-15-12 before I woke up. I wasn't going to submit it but agter reading Clif High's "26 Days to Live..." today I feel impelled to offer it.
I dreamed I heard mysefl say in my own voice, verly calm and matter-of-factly, March 2nd, 2012 is the day I will die. Tuesday, March 2nd." That's it. Well, a little commentary. The last March 2nd that was a Tuesday was in 2010. The next one is in 2020. I've also dreamed that I would die July 7th, 2026. It makes me wonder if I am getting bleed through from my other selves in alternate universes. If so, then life really doesn't end and there is no such thing as death.

Feb. 5, 2012
I was in a tall Gov't building in Washington DC. I worked with engineers and the like at NASA and it was being closed down due to budget shortages. We were on a high floor, standing around saying our good-byes, some were telling stories. I went to the windows and pulled up some blinds and the grounds below and for a long distance were covered with all of the people from the offices and gov't buildings around. They were applauding all the people of NASA. I told the people in the room to come see what was going on outside. Finally, we began exiting, going down stairwells, people still trading stories as they walked, and we were applauded as we left the building. Later in the dream, we were all walking, as if into a subway tunnel. No one was driving, everyone was walking. I felt so sad. I knew many of those people could've made fortunes in the private sector but their love of space, adventure, and the challenge of going to the Moon led them to work at NASA, and that was all over now.

I dreamt that I went to the bank to withdraw all of my money. They paid me in silver coins and as I walked down the road with my children, out of the bank, we turned and saw that the bank was on fire. This was the major headquarters of my bank and I remember thinking, "Well, it looks like we got (it) out just in time! We continued walking down the road we took the money into Bunnings (big box type store) and spent some of it on prepping stuff. It is strange, but I was not dismayed to see my (former) bank on fire, only glad that we had gotten out in time.

This is one of those dreams where I have to get somewhere. That's it, point A to point B with a mild amount of anxiety because I never seem to make any progress and my transportation options dwindle from powerful and capable to puny and laughable.
Starting in the St. Johns area of Portland, near the Willamette river, I found myself needing to get to Hillsboro, 10 miles or so to the west. The first thing I notice is the river is high enough to breach the bluff that St Johns sits on, and this is not a flood, this is just the new water level with streets and houses just disappearing into waterways as the land slopes to the old banks.
I made my way to the waterline where the flatter streets were more like canals. People had boats instead of cars here. I met some folks who agreed to take me to Hillsboro. Due west is the ridge of hills with Forest Park on the crest that runs north of downtown Portland. The crest is 500+ feet elevation, yet I assured by the driver of the boat there are some waterways that make it all the way across. This made more sense as later on some of the water ways went up and down hills, like a log ride at the amusement park, only street sized.
We take off in a fairly large boat, big enough for ocean fishing, but small enough you could still tow it with a full sized pickup. As we make our way through the neigborhood on the former streets turned canals, the residential buildings turned to the industrial structures of the river- concrete and old factory roofs, large submerged buildings.
Right about now the boat starts to shrink. Every time I notice we are in a smaller, less powerful craft. Up and down the waterways, including up hills and down flumes, and more canals, we went. Eventually the boat is not much more than an open aluminum fishing boat with a small outboard, now getting rocked around more and feeling much less powerful.
At one point I dove into the water. We had stopped briefly on a more open stretch, like a large concrete culvert- like a smaller version of the ones they have in LA that they do car chases in for movies, like Grease. Only it's mostly full. I don't know why I was swimming, I just remember seeing an underwater dog, like a bulldog, black and swimming around. It came up to me and we sort of interacted like it was a manatae. I got back in the boat.
We never made it to the west hills. Not even across where the river used to be. This is how these dreams always end- a dead end, and my transportation device has dwindled to a useless artifact. Usually I start in a car, then a motorbike, then bike, then rollerskates, then hoplessly running in molasses like slow-motion.
We went down a flume into an industrial pond. The water was brown and bubbling. I didn't want to get any on me, until I looked up and realized we had boated into the arena for a marine mammal trick show. People were sitting around the pond in bleachers and the announcer was just getting started and we decided to leave.

In my dream I was in my backyard with my family and we saw some unusual low flying military aircraft. I asked my husband what they were and he didn't know, they were something that neither of us had ever seen. I was getting nervous so I ushered the kids inside the house. When I then noticed my dog whining and looking out of the front window--everything was on fire across the street and and filled with smoke. It looked like a bombing. As I grabbed everyone and headed towards the garage (and the car) I woke up. This dream was very vivid and disturbing. I couldn't get back to sleep (about 4 am pst)