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04-20-2016, 09:41 PM
I have dreamt on and off about this group of people from 1975 (6yrs old) through 1990 (21 yrs old). It was a series of dreams about this group that I would have. Each dream would tell tell a story or teach a lesson; they were dreams I always looked forward to. In fact, when I went through my old dream journals, the last time I dreamt of them was in January 1990, but I dreamt about them again today and it was horrifying.
When I was younger, the dreams would always start off in night time desert setting under a full moon. There would be a campfire in the center and we would sit in a circle on blankets; there was nothing else around, no camp, no nothing, just the desert. We were all dressed exactly the same, like ninja warriors, nothing visible except our eyes. The only difference in our dress was that each person was garbed in a single color and their eyes matched their outfit. The colors were: red, orange, green, blue, purple, black and white. I was always green and yes, I do have green eyes.
The last dream I had of them, in 1990, they wanted me to join them to fight this "great battle" and I refused. It was the last time I dreamt of them until today.
My dream started off in this old run down building, no electricity, no running water, and it was night time. There were several dozens bunk beds jammed into this one open area and they were full of people. They were lined up against the wall. There was me and a half dozen other nurses there and we were charged with taking care of the sick/dying and we could only leave after all our assigned patients were dead. It was like we (the nurse) were prisoners. Some of the nurses had decided to just let their patients die so they could go home, but I could not. We had head lamps on to see in the dark. I went to check on my patients, when another nurse's patient reached out to me.
He said, "I want to go home." I examined him and told him that I would go get the doctor for him. He had what I can only describe as a combination of wet gangrene, cellulitis, and plague like boils on his left foot and hand. I told one of the other nurses I was going to go get the doctor. The patient's nurse overheard me and began screaming at me to just leave him alone, that he needed to die so she could just go home.
I knew there was nothing the doctor could do anyways (there was no medicine left). So, I checked on my patients, they were all doing well, and went back to the nurses station to eat some beef jerky and drink some water. I feel this hand grab my hair and get yanked through time/space - it was extremely painful, my whole body was hurting and I felt very discombobulated. It took me several minutes to orient myself.
I realized I was in the desert. It was daylight. I was just in the green outfit again. I was where the campfire normally would be and I was surrounded by the other six members. The one in blue reached out to me and assisted me in standing up. I said, "hello again." He replied, "this is not social call little one, there are important matters to discuss." I nodded my head solemnly and brushed the sand off my back side.
I stood in the center of their circle quietly, waiting patiently as I had been taught all those years ago. They would speak when they were ready. After a few minutes, the one in orange says, "we are losing." Several more minutes passed in silence. The sky turned dark, we each went to sit on our assigned blankets and the campfire appeared in the center.
The one in black says, "this is what will be coming." The campfire turns into a spherical screen and images appear of death and destruction all across the planet earth. They were just flashes. Here are the ones I remember:
A 20-something Asian woman with blood coming out of her eyes.
A 4yr old Hispanic boy's body being pulled from rubble, his mother crying.
A soldier in the desert, the bottom half of his body is missing, he does not realize he is dead yet.
Cities around the earth burning.
The very young and old dying by the thousands.
People attacking and killing each other over stupid things (one scene was a about a lighter).
Then the images of the sickness started. One of the men looked like the last patient I tried to help, but did not. He had the same sores on his left hand and foot. The screen disappears and the campfire reappears. I wait in silence.
The one in black says, "Now, you know what is coming. The choice is yours." I woke up here.
The flashes on the screen were very graphic and horrorific. In the dream, I felt like I was personally experiencing every single one of the images I saw. I woke up more tired than when I went to sleep and I just ache all over.
I know some parts of the dream is day residue and some parts could be from things I experienced in my past. I am currently an ER nurse and I was a medic in the military for 15 yrs (did 4 tours over in the sandbox), so I see and have seen some pretty horrible things. However, I have never seen a sickness like that and it terrorifies me, especially since I have had a couple dozen of dreams about a pandemic over the last decade.
When I was younger, the dreams would always start off in night time desert setting under a full moon. There would be a campfire in the center and we would sit in a circle on blankets; there was nothing else around, no camp, no nothing, just the desert. We were all dressed exactly the same, like ninja warriors, nothing visible except our eyes. The only difference in our dress was that each person was garbed in a single color and their eyes matched their outfit. The colors were: red, orange, green, blue, purple, black and white. I was always green and yes, I do have green eyes.
The last dream I had of them, in 1990, they wanted me to join them to fight this "great battle" and I refused. It was the last time I dreamt of them until today.
My dream started off in this old run down building, no electricity, no running water, and it was night time. There were several dozens bunk beds jammed into this one open area and they were full of people. They were lined up against the wall. There was me and a half dozen other nurses there and we were charged with taking care of the sick/dying and we could only leave after all our assigned patients were dead. It was like we (the nurse) were prisoners. Some of the nurses had decided to just let their patients die so they could go home, but I could not. We had head lamps on to see in the dark. I went to check on my patients, when another nurse's patient reached out to me.
He said, "I want to go home." I examined him and told him that I would go get the doctor for him. He had what I can only describe as a combination of wet gangrene, cellulitis, and plague like boils on his left foot and hand. I told one of the other nurses I was going to go get the doctor. The patient's nurse overheard me and began screaming at me to just leave him alone, that he needed to die so she could just go home.
I knew there was nothing the doctor could do anyways (there was no medicine left). So, I checked on my patients, they were all doing well, and went back to the nurses station to eat some beef jerky and drink some water. I feel this hand grab my hair and get yanked through time/space - it was extremely painful, my whole body was hurting and I felt very discombobulated. It took me several minutes to orient myself.
I realized I was in the desert. It was daylight. I was just in the green outfit again. I was where the campfire normally would be and I was surrounded by the other six members. The one in blue reached out to me and assisted me in standing up. I said, "hello again." He replied, "this is not social call little one, there are important matters to discuss." I nodded my head solemnly and brushed the sand off my back side.
I stood in the center of their circle quietly, waiting patiently as I had been taught all those years ago. They would speak when they were ready. After a few minutes, the one in orange says, "we are losing." Several more minutes passed in silence. The sky turned dark, we each went to sit on our assigned blankets and the campfire appeared in the center.
The one in black says, "this is what will be coming." The campfire turns into a spherical screen and images appear of death and destruction all across the planet earth. They were just flashes. Here are the ones I remember:
A 20-something Asian woman with blood coming out of her eyes.
A 4yr old Hispanic boy's body being pulled from rubble, his mother crying.
A soldier in the desert, the bottom half of his body is missing, he does not realize he is dead yet.
Cities around the earth burning.
The very young and old dying by the thousands.
People attacking and killing each other over stupid things (one scene was a about a lighter).
Then the images of the sickness started. One of the men looked like the last patient I tried to help, but did not. He had the same sores on his left hand and foot. The screen disappears and the campfire reappears. I wait in silence.
The one in black says, "Now, you know what is coming. The choice is yours." I woke up here.
The flashes on the screen were very graphic and horrorific. In the dream, I felt like I was personally experiencing every single one of the images I saw. I woke up more tired than when I went to sleep and I just ache all over.
I know some parts of the dream is day residue and some parts could be from things I experienced in my past. I am currently an ER nurse and I was a medic in the military for 15 yrs (did 4 tours over in the sandbox), so I see and have seen some pretty horrible things. However, I have never seen a sickness like that and it terrorifies me, especially since I have had a couple dozen of dreams about a pandemic over the last decade.
