Blue_Opossum

Morning of July 28, 2016. Thursday.



The four strange events are: An unlikely earthquake that causes unexplainable changes, electricity that moves about and causes destruction, inanimate objects attaining sentience and a desire to hunt people, and what people write having an effect on upcoming events after an unusual change in the sky.

In the first part of my dream, which is mostly unrelated to the rest, my family and I are living in a distorted version of the Barolin Street house. It has two flights of steps at the front at one point, a narrower flight at the right of our house and a wide flight of steps almost of commercial appearance more towards the middle. This area has a small chain going across at the downstairs door.

There is someone at our house who is interested in items we have found in a storage area. These items were seemingly there a very long time, having been left by former tenants. The agreed price is three hundred dollars. Another visitor, who may be a homeless male, says he should pay five hundred dollars, but since I do not want to lose the sale, I keep it at three hundred. Still, I additionally ask if he might be interested in a couple very old advertisement posters, one of which he is amazed by concerning both its age and its rarity (even though I somehow create these posters out of typical dream state pretence even though I am not lucid in any way). I also have two boxes with small ceramic swan statues, though one of these seems to disintegrate from age. Still, they already seemed to have had sections missing.

Eventually, a young chubby male (perhaps no older than twenty) tries to come up the steps at the side. I go to the middle flight of steps. The chain does not really block people from coming in or going out as one could just move it or go under or over it. There are some unusual events going on south of our house. It involves some sort of earthquake that causes unexplainable changes. I am not that concerned but find it interesting.

Eventually, some sort of electrical threat is in the area. There is a large utility vehicle that shoots out synthetic lightning to fight this threat. I see it parked near the front of our house. Most of the action occurs in the supposed main part of town, which is south of us (rather than north of us as in reality).

At a later point, I mention how unlikely a third event would be, saying that a third unexplainable event would be impossible. Still, one unknown female is saying how certain inanimate objects are hunting people. It seems to be a well-established and accepted fact that inanimate objects, such as wrecking bars or crowbars, have a certain percentage of living material on the surface that could become sentient somehow. In fact, it seems that all things that exist have a certain degree of organic life force if only on the surface - though this is usually not enough to give an object sentience or instinct or a will to hunt. In this case, it seems perfectly reasonable that a wrecking bar could come to life, move like a snake, and hunt people. I am aware of these reported events of inanimate objects attaining this hunting instinct and life force but am never under any threat.

Later, several other (mostly unknown) people and I notice that the sky looks unusual (though this does not bother me at all as it does most of the others). Somehow the sky is reflecting details of the ground below, but it is not quite as intricate. It is almost like a more simplistic map-like layout with a downward curvature that matches the ground level topography (rather than exactly mirror-like, as then it would curve upward). I can make out plain squares that are seemingly meant to be a “reflection” of the houses in the area, as well as patterns that match the streets.

It is realized that “reality” as such has changed and people are worried about what they had written concerning the first three unusual events and any other negative events. This does not bother me. It is possible that more strange and even disastrous events will come. I can begin to feel a stronger breeze from the direction of town. I am not that concerned. I start to write different things on various pieces of paper which I can write and read quite clearly. I write “well-being” on several different scraps of paper, as well as “God loves me” (I do not typically use the word “God” as I feel it is too generic, as many different religions use the term with completely different attributes, systems, and implications). Meanwhile, other people do not write anything and only focus on the worst possible outcome as they hang on to the outside of buildings though some seem lost and just wander around.

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