July 11, 2010
The dream began with me at my parents" house. I was talking with them but don"t know what it was about because the conversation quickly changed. I noticed a bright light behind me, kind of like the moon except that it moved really fast, so fast that I only briefly glimpsed the light. I went over to the window and noticed that it was a full moon to the left, but then to the right was a giant version of a full moon at the time. Size comparison wise if the regular moon was a manhole cover, this one was a baseball diamond. After seeing this we of course had to go outside and get a better look. It also seemed like the giant moon moved because we were staring at it out the back of the house, but when we went out front it was across the street over our neighbors" houses.
Everyone on that street, I assume everyone that could see it, came out of their houses for a look and there was a loud murmur like being at a sporting event or in a crowd of people. The giant moon then got an overlay of the regions of the moon. This then turned into a superimposing of an earth map on the moon. Then finally it turned into a map of the earth.
About this time I look down the street and I see commotion 2 or 3 houses down on the other side of the street. It looks like a group of people are running into the house while the family and another group of people stand around outside. Shortly after I notice this I find out what"s happening first hand because it is my parents" house"s turn. A group of 6 Special Forces type people dressed in black with guns start running into the house and don"t ask permission or serve any type of warrant or anything like that. I ask my father, "This is unconstitutional isn"t it?" He replies that it is and immediately had a gun drawn to his head. This is when I notice that there are 6 more Special Forces people outside. Then one tries to use the shoulder nerve pinch on me, but it doesn"t work and I spin around and put a different lock on her arm. It must be someone I know because they laugh it off and I let them go rather than getting shot.
Then patriotic music starts playing from the giant earth sphere and a voice comes over that they are looking for terrorists and to not be afraid. They leave the house, but then I remember that my wife is visiting the house 2 houses down and across the street. They won"t let me go down there, but they seem to have a strong interest in that house. I can see from where I"m at that they are going through a lot of boxes over there.
Time jumps to either the next day or even farther in the future. I call my wife on her cell phone and she says she can"t talk at the moment because she"s not on a secure line. She switches it to a secure line somehow and we are able to talk. The basic gist of the conversation is that she is under house arrest there just because she was over there. They don"t believe her to be a threat. However the family that was there is being considered a level 1 terrorist. She says we need to prepare to leave. About that time I woke up.
The thing that makes this dream interesting other than content is that it is only told from one perspective, mine. Normally when I dream it turns out like a movie where I see all people"s perspectives to keep the viewer informed and I have a tendency to have a camera view. This one was all in the first person. I also rarely take part as myself in my dreams. My body will occasionally be used for other characters or as the main character, but it rarely as myself, more for visualization purposes. I also rarely remember my dreams in such detail, but I was able to fall back asleep with only the thought that I should write it down and remembered it vividly when I woke up this morning.

In this dream, I'm watching some alien planner looking at a holographic representation of an area. They were the good guys but had been made to look like the bad guys by a group called the Kardashians(Hollywood??). Then I'm watching a scene of some kind of angular, rectangular box. It's army green. It begins firing some kind of beam off into the distance. I don't know if this was a satellite or maybe how they view human military technology...angular boxes that fire things.

This is a reoccurring dream that I've had about 3 yrs. It always starts off the same way - a still dark night. No moon & the only light is from the stars. They are unusually bright & beautiful tonight. I lay in bed staring up to the sky. As I doze off, I zoom out of my room and can see the sky clearly - uninhibited by my roof.
The sight is amazing and I am in awe! The chirping of the grasshoppers and the croaking of the frogs has, all of a sudden stopped. The night is eerily too quiet.
Laying there I rub my eyes - I must be seeing things, the starts are moving. I saw it jump! Almost as a game of hide & seek, one jumps behind the other. Then the truth is revealed! The stars are not what they seem to be. A few very bright stars start to flicker. They are now all moving slowly - not like stars - but like something else. The air get cool & a chill runs thru my bones. The stars start flying around much faster. They seem to be dropping out from behind larger ones. Many tiny, little stars zooming towards the earth. Holy Crap - they are not stars - they are alien ships & they are attacking!
The sky is now littered with thousand of alien ships. All start attacking and mayhem is everywhere. Fighters, transport ships and smaller more nimble attack ships, while the larger ones just circle around. Laser beams crisscross the sky and a full fledge air battle ensues. On the ground our troops are racing across the field, but to no avail - tanks, personnel carriers, even ground-to-air missile launchers are all blasted into oblivion. In the sky our fighter planes are struggling to stay airborne. Sadly they are destined for more of the same. They are blasted out of the sky! Fighter pilot, parachuting out of their planes, are being picked off like helpless plastic ducks lined up at a Coney Island shooting gallery. Poor guys, everybody is dying - falling like flies. Life terminated even before they hit the ground.
The sun is now rising to a blood red sky splattered with our hopes of saving ourselves. What a massacre!

I was in a small room made of glass with a few Chinese officers in military garb. There were a few other prisoners awaiting cross examination. I wrote my mother an email on my laptop to say goodbye. I wrote "Mom, I'm in a Chinese Gulag. I love you!" and XXOO. I never finished sending the email, I heard "They're watching you." I was put on a stool before a couple officers andmade to drink "pine sol" out of small cup knowing that it was supposed to me sick and forget where I was. But I didn't forget. They took me out of the room and into the greater compound. There were many rooms, eating halls, play rooms for children, and even an enclosed outdoor space. We wore badges everywhere we went and had to check in every time we entered a room or left. The bathroom stalls had no doors. I sat on the toilet while a woman watched me. I asked her for some privacy and she laughed and said, "Privacy? This is something you better get used to." Next to the bathroom I saw a room with a lady dying slowly on the floor and her two weak kids. Out in the dining hallpeople I saw a friend of mine and yelled at him, "I told you we'd end up here." The people around me seemed generally happy, and I didn't understand why until I started eating the food. I became happier and I forgot where I was. Then I met a woman who spoke to me in code. She said she chose me because I still seemed "awake." She said don't eat the food, it's making you dumb. I asked her how she ended up here. She said that she went to the doctor for a cancer vaccine and they took her here and took away her baby. I stopped eating the food and thought about escape. But I knew if I tried they would kill me. Outside were towers with officers and machine guns. I saw an angry prisoner kill another prisoner with a swiss army knife. One of the officials standing by said in a sweet, laughing voice, "Oh, Andy, that's so depressing." We were allowed to kill each other; it seemed to be encouraged. I woke up thinking about ways to run.

In my dream, I was in my bedroom, where I could view boats sailing on the Hudson River in New York City. I saw a small sailboat, then a medium-sized boat, then a large cruiseship get swallowed by large waves and sunk to the bottom of the river. Then, I saw a huge wave barreling towards my house. I started to grab a pair of pants so I can run out of the house, and was holding onto my cat, afraid that she would panic and hide. My family was in the basement, and I wondered whether or not they survived the tsunami, and whether it was safe to go downstairs. The dream ended with me scrambling to put my pants on and being very scared.

We were at home and suddenly things got weird. People were dying and we couldn't see what was killing them. We huddled with others inside, but they (whatever they was) were still killing us off when we ventured away from the group. It was an overcast oddly dark day with this funny humming in the air. It remember the wind and expected rain, but none was falling. As we all finally realized we had to lock ourselves inside and stay together. Then the assault began on us again in a different way. They were going to come in the window and the boy was writing on the window just doodling really as kids will, and it stopped them. The writing on the window kept "them" out. We were running like crazy all over the house? writing on all the windows to keep everybody safe. We could only travel if we wrote on the car windows. It felt like an invasion, so ominous and terrifying.

Disturbing dream a couple of days ago. In the dream my daughter is about 4 or 5 (she is 3 now) and we are picked up by a couple of guys that somehow I know. They pick us up because they have found the "one who was dead" and we need to see him. As we start driving we get to an intersection of a gravel road with an old service station or gas station long abandoned. At this point the other two tell my daughter we need to stop and let her out. She gets out and stands waiting for me. When she exits the men tell he to wait here and they speed away with me still in the car. I try to get them to stop and let me out but they will not. I turn to around to see her standing with her backpack kicking rocks on the road. At this point I begin to get angry and about to take control of the dream… I wake.
Many symbols of emptiness and abandonment.

So I'm assuming I was in Africa all of a sudden and there were tribesmen all around, some in red and some in blue. I wasn't welcome, I saw somebody run and get impaled with a number of spears. I ran and got far quick without getting injured. I used what I assume was the sun setting (it was HUGE and blue, but in my mind it was the sun) as a guide to run north and out of Africa where I'd be safe. I ran up to a gigantic creature staked or bound to the ground although it was on its feet. It was like a huge human with cobra mixed in, I don't know, it was weird, definetly dead. In the horizon, the tribesman were getting closer and all of a sudden I just knew what to do. I remember it being very tough, but I was able to cut the thing open and hide inside. For whatever reason I knew that they would come to check it and If they poked it and it was hard like metal in the foot, it was normal, but since I was in the belly or whatever that it wouldn't go like that. So I would emerge when they poked it and lie to say I came from it or am like a reincarnation of that thing to human. When I was inside it, everything was pinkish/yellow. I didn't smell or taste anything (not sure if you can in dreams) but it was mostly hollow inside, except for organs and a long yellow cable (not organic) running down the middle of the inside and on the bottom left of my vision was like a metal clip or chip or something. They arrived, poked, it was soft so I emerged with my hands up to show I was not dangerous, but I did not show fear either and did not stay still to show my dominance to them. They no longer tried to kill me and I guess I ordered them to follow me (north still?) to wherever. Next thing I remember I'm in a stone square room with a few stairs leading to a door on the top wall and I guess a wash/drink station at the top-left corner of the room. I met a woman over there (she was with the tribe) and I couldn't tell if I knew her or not. She seemed familiar/comforting to me but I don't think I knew her prior. I asked her permission to use the wash to rinse some of the pink globby stuff from myself. It was all over me from being inside that creature thing. She seemed reluctant but maybe she just couldn't understand me. I remember gargling some water and spitting out a glob of it from the back of my throat. Then we all waited at the door together, went through and were in a modern library-type building with older computers and index card style filing systems everywhere. I joked to the tribesman of my advanced technology (it seemed about 15 years out of date so sarcasm was intended I guess) so I assumedly felt home/safe here. After I made that very smug remark the dream was over.

There are alot more tiny details that I have not included here because this is long to begin with.

I felt compelled to post this because of the uncanny attention to detail I can recall with every moment of the dream. It is definetly more vivid than most dreams I've had, and more unique than most as well. It just felt different. Thanks for reading!

As a background to this dream, I should explain that I do magickal work, meaning that I manipulate energy to accomplish work in the ethereal plane. The results of that work then manifest in this "physical" world.

One of my helpers is "Wizard Howl" (out of Diana Wynne Jone's novels). This is because his personality closely parallels my own inner nature. Thus, "Wizard Howl" in my dreams is a representation of my inner magickal nature.
When I have "Wizard Howl" dreams, I listen closely, because the messages are always important.

In this dream, I stood with Wizard Howl as he drew a magick circle in some sand. He erased it, but the ethereal imprint of the Circle remained, like a blue laser. It did not fade.
He said that when a spell is cast here, (implication, by writing on something temporal) there is an imprint that is made on the ethereal, that does not fade. It is the ethereal realm that dictates what happens in the temporal, and this is how magick works. If you can tap into the ethereal realm and change something, you can do remarkable things and this is what we call magick.

Commentary- Blood sacrifices are now not necessary and are actually a contamination on the ethereal because of their negative karma. In truth, they have not been necessary since the death of Jesus Christ. The most skilled and powerful Magi in the future will be those who direct energy with words (spoken or written) and symbols.

The Illuminati have understood this for millenia which explains their symbol fascination. However, it is now time for non-illuminist Magi to reclaim the power of symbols by realising their full power, (that when you draw a magick circle, you are not just drawing it in sand, but in Ether, and from there it accomplishes great work).

For example, by turning the all seeing Eye of Horus on THEM! They are frightened of the eye of Horus,which is why it is always directed away from them (towards us).

This is also why they are so frightened of words. Words, even in a non-magickal context, defeat and expose them. In the face of true and honest words, their lies collapse utterly. Even "Normal" (non-magickally directed) words and symbols have an ethereal imprint, which manifests power and defeats them. The effect is even greater when conscious Magickal intent is added to the mix.

All this understanding somehow came through this dream, although I don't clearly understand how.

I dreamt that a large and ferocious dragon was hunting me. It had chased me onto a breakwater, but I hid in the rocks near the waterline and it didn't find me. It was highly intelligent, but completely lacked psychic perception.