12-23-2013, 10:59 AM
I had several vivid dreams last night, one of which was particularly disturbing.
I found myself in the middle of a large city, which I thought was Louisville; but it didn't look like Louisville. It was a much larger city, full of very large buildings, and the landscape wasn't flat, as it is in Louisville. I was standing in the middle of a large piazza on top of a hill; around the edge of the piazza were several large office buildings, and in between the buildings, I could look down across a sweeping panoramic vista of the city, stretching miles in every direction.
I looked up into the sky just in time to see a large, advanced-looking military jet whiz by. Almost immediately afterward, I saw an explosion in the sky, in the direction from which the plane had come, which released a cloud of ugly brown smoke. Then, from that same direction, I saw a very large object hurtling across the sky; it appeared to be made of stone or concrete, and looked like a pedestal or column upon which some enormous statue had once rested...it was perhaps 300 feet long and 100 feet in diameter, and would have weighed several hundred thousand tons. It was proceeding like a missile, and I could tell from the arc that it would impact into the city, a couple of miles from me.
The object descended and disappeared behind one of the large buildings. I saw a flash, which was followed several seconds later by a deafening explosion, and a shockwave which knocked me down. These were followed closely by chunks of debris (bedrock and portions of concrete buildings), some of which were as large as houses. I saw an automobile-sized piece of ejecta slam into a nearby scryscraper, as if launched by some giant's trebuchet, and it bore right through the building. There was a white cloud of smoke and dust, and debris from gravel-size to house-size was raining down all around me. People were screaming and scurrying, panicking, running into the buildings. Quickly I calculated that some of the ejecta were large enough to collapse buildings, and opted to stay outside, finding refuge by crouching next to a large decorative concrete cylinder on a sunken stair landing.
After a few seconds it appeared that the largest debris had already fallen, and the air was choked with smoke and dust. I decided then to run across a small courtyard, and into the basement of one of the office buildings. As I entered, I discovered, with some relief, that the office belonged to the same Federal agency for which I used to work, and realized that I would be welcomed, as I was among kindred spirits. However, the office workers were going through an emergency evacuation procedure, and were scrambling like mad to download all of the data from their computers into little personal digital devices, before leaving the building. They were being directed by some mid-level manager who was very clear-headed, and doing a fine job of keeping everyone relatively calm and organized.
At this point I noticed that I had, in my hand, an enameled vase, rather narrow and very heavy, as if it were enameled diorite or tungsten. It was expertly made and beautifully decorated, except that the lip of the vase was irregular, and one side stuck up just a bit. The manager stopped what he was doing, and pointed out to me that the flaw in the vase was deliberate, and that if I wanted, I could grind it off using a small grinder that just happened to be in the office. We also noticed that the interior of the vase was very hot, and he suggested that the more important task was for me to cool the interior off by getting some water into it. There was, nearby, some device emitting water out of a narrow tygon tube (like something you'd see in a laboratory or a dentist's office), so I put the vase under the stream of water, and a big puff of steam emerged from the interior of the vase as it cooled.
Just then, through my third eye, I had a vision. A sort of viewing screen opened up in front of me; and on that screen was a white-haired, suited man in his 60s. He looked like some sort of corporate executive, but had an extremely sinister air about him; and I realized that, although he had human form, he certainly wasn't one of us...not an Earth-human...and that he was connected to the catastrophe that was happening.
He said something to me. I can't remember the exact wording, but it was essentially this: Good. We now have the information we need. Things may proceed.
The vision vanished, and we all turned to scramble out of the building, and the dream ended.
I can't help feeling that this dream was allegorical, and connected to the struggle of light vs dark that is happening around us at this time. Things are coming to a head.
I found myself in the middle of a large city, which I thought was Louisville; but it didn't look like Louisville. It was a much larger city, full of very large buildings, and the landscape wasn't flat, as it is in Louisville. I was standing in the middle of a large piazza on top of a hill; around the edge of the piazza were several large office buildings, and in between the buildings, I could look down across a sweeping panoramic vista of the city, stretching miles in every direction.
I looked up into the sky just in time to see a large, advanced-looking military jet whiz by. Almost immediately afterward, I saw an explosion in the sky, in the direction from which the plane had come, which released a cloud of ugly brown smoke. Then, from that same direction, I saw a very large object hurtling across the sky; it appeared to be made of stone or concrete, and looked like a pedestal or column upon which some enormous statue had once rested...it was perhaps 300 feet long and 100 feet in diameter, and would have weighed several hundred thousand tons. It was proceeding like a missile, and I could tell from the arc that it would impact into the city, a couple of miles from me.
The object descended and disappeared behind one of the large buildings. I saw a flash, which was followed several seconds later by a deafening explosion, and a shockwave which knocked me down. These were followed closely by chunks of debris (bedrock and portions of concrete buildings), some of which were as large as houses. I saw an automobile-sized piece of ejecta slam into a nearby scryscraper, as if launched by some giant's trebuchet, and it bore right through the building. There was a white cloud of smoke and dust, and debris from gravel-size to house-size was raining down all around me. People were screaming and scurrying, panicking, running into the buildings. Quickly I calculated that some of the ejecta were large enough to collapse buildings, and opted to stay outside, finding refuge by crouching next to a large decorative concrete cylinder on a sunken stair landing.
After a few seconds it appeared that the largest debris had already fallen, and the air was choked with smoke and dust. I decided then to run across a small courtyard, and into the basement of one of the office buildings. As I entered, I discovered, with some relief, that the office belonged to the same Federal agency for which I used to work, and realized that I would be welcomed, as I was among kindred spirits. However, the office workers were going through an emergency evacuation procedure, and were scrambling like mad to download all of the data from their computers into little personal digital devices, before leaving the building. They were being directed by some mid-level manager who was very clear-headed, and doing a fine job of keeping everyone relatively calm and organized.
At this point I noticed that I had, in my hand, an enameled vase, rather narrow and very heavy, as if it were enameled diorite or tungsten. It was expertly made and beautifully decorated, except that the lip of the vase was irregular, and one side stuck up just a bit. The manager stopped what he was doing, and pointed out to me that the flaw in the vase was deliberate, and that if I wanted, I could grind it off using a small grinder that just happened to be in the office. We also noticed that the interior of the vase was very hot, and he suggested that the more important task was for me to cool the interior off by getting some water into it. There was, nearby, some device emitting water out of a narrow tygon tube (like something you'd see in a laboratory or a dentist's office), so I put the vase under the stream of water, and a big puff of steam emerged from the interior of the vase as it cooled.
Just then, through my third eye, I had a vision. A sort of viewing screen opened up in front of me; and on that screen was a white-haired, suited man in his 60s. He looked like some sort of corporate executive, but had an extremely sinister air about him; and I realized that, although he had human form, he certainly wasn't one of us...not an Earth-human...and that he was connected to the catastrophe that was happening.
He said something to me. I can't remember the exact wording, but it was essentially this: Good. We now have the information we need. Things may proceed.
The vision vanished, and we all turned to scramble out of the building, and the dream ended.
I can't help feeling that this dream was allegorical, and connected to the struggle of light vs dark that is happening around us at this time. Things are coming to a head.
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