A possible timeline?

[Skeetersaurus]

Speaking of timelines, I also like Goldengirl had dreams in childhood that only now are making sense. I'm almost 60yrs. old and guess I had these dreams while living in Austin and San Antone.

One that I had a few times was me in our livingroom with strangers and they were holding us hostage. I was so young when I had this one that I didn't associate the word "hostage" with these dreams. I remember even being forced to bathe in a tub in our livingroom with these strangers sitting on the sofa and other nuttiness, but no violence or physical abuse in them.

Then a dream I had more than a couple of times when I think I was maybe in my twenties was of people camping out on our front lawn and refusing to leave.

I have just recently dreamed something a bit familiar to these but went decades without any of this type that I could recall.( I did post that one dream here.)

Thanks Nanny, having grown up and spent most of my life in the SW Desert, I normally don't pay as much attention as I should to many of the ones I do have involving the desert.

I do remember a few of 'an endtime' in the desert, but not sure if they were just constructs of dream, or premonitions of something to come. One had me somewhere around Agua Prieta, MX/Douglas, Arizona (on the border) and I have been 'through the ringer' for about a year (I guess after the collapse happened), and out of water, out of the last gasoline, walking on foot and half-dead, I find an old (1960-ish) gas station with two big bay doors. The dust is fine, but thick in the air, and I think 'maybe there's still some soda or candy in the machines inside'. I go in, and there are several others there - hoping for help that I know will never come. All men, most are worse-off than I, and no supplies. I know there is no where left to go, no where left to consider, and no more food or water. There is a well out back, but if you know how wells work in this area of the nation, you know that most are 500-1000 feet deep, and you cannot just 'rope-line' a bucket into them to get anything out, it takes electricity and pumps at least. I am outside looking at the well, and that is when we first see them - bandits, marauders, they seem evil, infected, crazed. They wait us out, while several inside tell them we don't have anything they can use. In spanish, they reply back that they will take the only thing left that they need, they intend to kill us and consume us.

Over a period of 8-days, they do wait us out, and the end is far more gruesome than can be described here.

Reading a recent 'Harvest Rats' post from another member made me recall this dream from years ago. Most other 'desert dreams' I have had, end in fatal ends to me, but most are much more passive in nature (dehydration, exposure, even starvation - but this one was so much more deplorable - I guess that's why it stuck with me for so long).

As I always said, when 'prepping' became so envogue a few years ago, few fools would ever come into the desert I live in to think they could survive (from alkali flats to deep wells that may be poisoned or dry, or just plain inaccessable, to tarantulas scorpions and the ever-lovable sidewinder rattlesnakes). Of the few who did, far fewer would make it a week, winter-or-summer, without a solid lifetime of what the knowledge of living here is actually about (My truck once broke down near Cuidad Juarez (Mexico) and it was so hot, that my black soled boots were melting as I walked on the pavement!) . Then again, I'm not the only one who knows how to live here - and those who could also make it, might make it really bad for those of us who saw it as a 'safe place' otherwise.