DarkoMarco

Okay, so it is 1/20/12 and I had this dream two days ago.

I dreamt that I walked into a brick and mortar shop with the purpose of forming a basketball league. I was exited about actually playing instead of playing fantasy basketball.
I then began to notice the older gentlemen sitting behind the counter.
As I began focusing on one, (he kind of looked like a less malevolant Henry Kissinger) I could see a series of encounters he had with what I can only call MIB, but I could just as easily call them descendents of the Annunaki who I thought lived underground, but in this dream it seemed this folks lived out of sinc with time as we know it. That's why we would never find them if we tried.
I saw the (henry Kissinger) character in his pursuits to study these folks, he proceded to gather data and attempt to expose them and everytime he got close, one of these beings would step out of time and change something about his time line, thus thwarting his attempts.
In one of the instances, I became him, the year was 1972, I was in a dark movie theatre and I had information that I knew would expose these folks, but then out of no-where a MIB dressed in a black suite and black fidora walked past me at a blinding speed, knocking me back, distorting time and conveying this message, "we can kill you anytime we want, desist your attempts or we will", it was at this point that the Henry Kissinger character gave up his pursuits of this folks.
Now I am back in his shop again, disengaged from his life and he walks up to me and states "do you really want to see what they look like"?
And I saw them as alabaster white figuires whose skin would seem like concrete to us because of the time distortion between us.
Something about how we move in slow motion in comparison.
The Henry Kissinger character then showed me what he considered the only way to kill one, and he handed me a knife that seemed to have a tibetan sacrificial slant to it.
It had threee heads on the hilt all looking away from the center of the knife. It wasn't this, but this is a dead ringer for it. Especially how dull the blade is.

The actual heads on the knife looked a lot more like the cover of the album 10,000 days by tool. Here is the shot I am thinking about.


So the Henry Kissinger guy hands me the knife and then shows me a miniture version of one of these Annunaki hybrids who are who knows how old.
He is in the glass case of the store front and only about a foot long, laying in a state of suspended animation, not really consious.
But the little guy is like stone and instead of stabbing it, I'm chipping at it.
I realize the thing is alive, and that even though it is a foot tall it could kill me if it woke up, but it doesn't wake up.
So I continue to chip away at it.

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This dream sat with me for a while, and I'm writing it down because I think I have an idea what it means.
I have been ingaged in decalcyfing my pineal gland for a few weeks now.
Taking iodine, drinking distilled water, and well I think this dream was trying to tell me this stuff is working.
Also there seems to be a conspiracy theory theme, in the hybrid Annunaki, the MIB, or the Illuminati being the forces responsible for implementing a calcifying effect on our pineal gland in the first place.
Okay, that is all I have.
Thanks

Okay, so I had this dream where I was a woman. This isn't a normal thing for me. Anyway, I wasn't just a woman I was Juliette Lewis, I know weird.


Anyway, so it is zombie apocolypse, and I am running for my life from these zombies. And at the same time, for some reason I know that I am married and I am concerned for my husbands well being.
So, I'm running through the city, I'm alone and being chased by zombies. And then one of them catches me and bites me.
This sucks because then I turn into a zombie.
But it's cool because I'm kind of a mutant zombie. I for some reason retain my intelligence, but I'm still a zombie. But now I'm being chased by this sherrif and his possey because I'm a zombie.
So after I'm shot and stabbed and had the crap kicked out of me by these humans I manage to kill them all. (No brain eating though)
After all of this I am still concerned for my husband, and I finally get to our apartment and find him there.
I am so happy to see him but he freaks out and starts running from me because I'm a zombie. I'm running after him and explaining that it's still me and I won't hurt him, but he is too scared and he won't stop.
So I finally catch him, and I bite his ass. He is crying and asking how I could do this to him. And I explain that it's just so lonely being a zombie and that I need some company.
He then turns into a mutant zombie like me, and we live happily ever after in zombie land.

God, I'm embarrased to write this down, but I've never had anyother dream like this one.

The dream started off and I was batman, I was hunting a group of vampires. I then began to infiltrate the group and befriend them. They seemed harmless enough, I even liked them.
I then gave up the batman thing, or rather forgot about it, I was just me.
I then began helping the vampires evade thier pursuers, the police for some reason.
Finally, and I don't know where the transformation happened, I was a vampire.
And at the encouragement of the group I was to eat this woman.
And I did it.
The dream was just so real, I could feel her life coursing out of her.
I was drinking her blood from her neck, and even squeezing her body, encouraging the flow of the liquid, that part really stuck with me.
And then the wierd part, I never became lucid, but, I had all these powers.
The best was flying, I never once stopped and realized I was dreaming, which is really the wierd part, normally I never have abilities like that with out being lucid.
I began flying, and I even picked up a coven member who couldn't fly and put them on my back.


This dream is bizarre to me for so many reasons,,,,,,I"m not goth,,,I'm not depressed,,,,I'm not into any vampire movies or literature,,,,,,I just don't get why I would dream this, and so completly be immersed in it.

There were a group of scientists visiting a remote island outside of Africa in the early 1930's, there were two contingents, a secret contingent and a known anthropoligist contingent.
The secret contingent found what they were looking for and were told by who was funding the operation to keep this secret at whatever cost, including killing the anthropologists and making it look like the local natives did it.

The secret contingent didn't want blood on their hands, so, they left the anthropologists on the island with no way of getting off. They were all british by the way.

The anthropologists with nothing better to do decided to continue with what they had come there for, and to study the local natives, which looked like the folks out of the movie shockazulu.

There was a married couple, a white male anthropoligist and a female.
The female fell in love with one of the native higher ups.

The male anthropologists stiffened at this, they were pretty racists in the 30's, and they disrespected the native tribes man the female anthropoligist was knocking boots with.

Offended, the shockazulu tribesman banded together his people and they killed all the anthropoligists, except of course the whilte female.

The perspective of this dream was wierd in the sense that I was rotating from person to person. It was like a movie and i would rotate between all the main characters.

What do you call it when you have met someone you have dreamt of and that person has dreamt of you as well???

Okay, so it's 1991, I'm eighteen years old, I have this dream I'm visiting with this woman I know very well at her apartment with a couple of friends of mine. The dream was very memorable and when I woke up I had the sense that I knew this woman/girl, well. But, I didn't know her at all, not in the waking world.

So I go to work that night, at the Four Seasons restaurant, Granite City IL, I was a food server and I was working a banquiet party, I was to work this huge banquiet party and I was told a new waitress would be starting that night and she would be working with me, and I was to show here the ropes. When I met her, I was blown away, this was the same girl I had dreamed about the night before. The girl was between 22 and 25, blond hair, pretty, about 5'5.

As blown away as I am by this, it gets better, and worse. We worked well together, and she was extremely cordial. Very nice manners, and a good hard worker. At no time did I tell her or anyone about my dream, let's face it, no one would have believed me anyway. And we were working all night, so that's that. So it's the end of the night, she hands me this note and tells me not to read it until she leaves. So i do, and I can't believe what it says when I read it. It goes on to say that she knows she just met me, and that she knows it sounds incredible but that she had a dream about me the day before she met me and not to tell anyone! And as short as that is, it was a full page note. I'm dumbfounded, I mean I'm floored, I was just slack jawed. Here I am eighteen years old meeting some one out of one of my dreams, and she is telling me I am out of one of her dreams. This stuff is trully twilight zone esque and I couldn't have been more shocked if a Koala bear had walked into the restaurant and told me I was it's long lost cub.

Anyway, about twenty five minutes later she comes running back into the restaurant and asks if I had read the note. I told her yes, and that I knew it sounded crazy but that I had had the same thing happen and I had dreamt about her the day before. (Probably not my best move. But I was eighteen and hindsight is 20/20).

She was doing this fluttering waving thing with her hands and she was obviously high strung about the whole thing. I guess we had our own ways of dealing with the whole thing, I think at this point her way was to decide to pretend it never happened. She asked for the note back. I gave it to her. She told me not to tell anyone. I told her I wouldn't and she didn't have anything to worry about. She wasn't really listening to me, she was rambling to herself, she was beratting herself for having given the note to me. After she secured the note, and my promise I wasn't going to tell anybody, she left. The next day I find out she had been hired as my replacement, the boss (Charlie Hestor, the restaurant was also called Charlies) thought I was too young for the job and that was the last night I worked there, I never saw nor heard from the girl again.

I gotta say, in retrospect I could have done a few things differently so I could have atleast had a few more communications with the girl. But, hind sight is 20/20, and I was only eighteen at the time, the whole thing felt so kismet, and the town we lived in so small, I thought for sure I would see her again. It turns out I soon moved to St.louis and then Phoenix and that was not meant to be. Was fate toying with me? Should I have taken the bulls by the horn? I don't like to admit it, but I regret not knowing this girl.

At age 17 me and my family moved into a new nieghborhood, a new house. I took the attic room. After being there for a month and a half, my mother, myself, and one of my best freinds were all convinced the house was haunted. There was a constant sense of something watching you in that house, it was,,,, unnerving.

After being in the house for a couple of months, we became aquainted with our next door neighbor, a jolly talkative woman in her late twenties who was pregnant at the time. After becoming aquainted she wasted no time in telling us that the previous occupant of the house had run into some trouble with the law, didn't wanna go to prison, and hung himself, in the attic room, which was now my bedroom.

After being there for about seven months, I had this lucid dream.

I was on my way home, walking back from a freinds house. I realized I was dreaming. Immediatly after I realized I was dreaming, a short, smallish built gentleman in his late fifties approached me. I never saw his face. He was wearing a field workers hat they would wear in Mexico with a colorfull blanket draped over his shoulders. The man never spoke a word to me, and yet he demanded my attention. He was exactly how I imagined Don Juan to look like from the Carlos Castaneda books.

Instead of saying anything, he pointed in my direction, and as his arm pivoted towards another direction, I experienced a wooshing sound, like I was in the middle of a cyclone, and after his arm stopped moving, we were in my room.

Before I had a chance to ask what we were supposed to do there, he loaded up his pointed finger again turned his arm towards my bed, the wooshing sound took place again, and instead of my bed there was a cocoon with a moldy corpse inside of it, kind of looked like a mummy that had been unwrapped.

At this point, I felt an ah ha in my heart area, and I turned to him and said, "ohhhhh you want me to wake him up". (Don't ask me how I knew this, I just did).

So I put my hands on the cocoon and started cradeling it back and forth. After moving the cocoon back and forth like you would rock a baby in a cradle. It didn't take long before the corpse looked like an old man.
After rocking him for only a little bit the cocoon disapeared and I put my hands on the old man. He was starting to be animated and he was talking to himself like he was dreaming. After a little while he now only looked about 28. He was now very irratated, and perturbed, like he would be if I was waking him up out of bed. He finally roused and said "what, what do you want"?

Now it was my turn to use the wooshing pointed finger arm motion gesture. And when the woosh was over, a pregnant woman was standing before us, and the 28 year old guy was standing beside me when I told him " you have to wake up, because you have to be born".

At this point the Don juan DG, or SG, or I don't even know if he was my guide,,,guide came up to the man and they began to talk.

At this point I was appreciating the lucidness of the dream I was having, I kept staring at my hands and then staring at the walls, for some reason, I then jumped off the roof of my house, staring at my hands and feet while falling. The 28 year old and Don Juan were looking over the side of the roof down at me while I was falling. The 28 year old asked, why is he doing that? And the Don Juan, of whom this is the only thing I heard him say to me through the whole dream replied in a resigned, exasperated tone, "because,,, he's an idiot".

As a last note, I never ever felt the unnerving presence in my house after that, and I never heard any one else note of the presense after this either.

I've only had one dream that felt like a past life. For the record, I do believe in reincarnation, though I don't claim to know anybody I've ever been. This dream felt like the closest think to a window into a possible life I've ever had though.

I was in a time period that appeared to be about two thousand years ago, give or take a few hundred years.

I was wearing furs for clothes and I was a standing sentinal for my village. I had a sword at my side and was accomponied by a younger male who I felt a familial affection for. We stood atop a hill over looking a valley a short ways from our village, about a ten minute run.

Two roman soldiors in full roman regelia with a local man who served as their guide came out from behind a grove of trees. I knew they were the advance guards and more were to come. I told the youth who was with me to run and inform the village to flee.

I knew the only way we had a chance of informing the village was if I were to slow these three down. The romans sent the scout whom they had no care for up after me. I barely won the confrontation and found it remarkably difficult to shove my sword through his chest. The roman soldiors watched the fight, and had placed bets on it, kind of like we would a horse race.

The next part was weird. One of the roman soldiors threw his beautifull brass headed spear at me. It was weird because the spear looked as if it would miss me, but instead curved in, and forced me to leap or be skewered, like how a baseball player throws a curve ball. While gathering my self on the ground from having lept out of the way of the first spear. The second soldior threw his spear and hit the right side of my face, taking off my ear and the adjoining skin. Dazed from the blow I was not even a fight when they came upon me with their swords and killed me.

I had a lucid dream where I was in a world where souls go.

I had a dream guide or spirit guide acompanying me, I don't know which one. The wierd thing was, the guide stayed at my side in the form of a kite. The Kite was conscience and barely touching me. Floating just above my shoulder but touching me the whole time with it's kite tail.

I was taken to what looked like an island nation. I was shown a great city, the city was natural rock, mostly white marble. There was a great colliseum made of white marble and the inhabitants of the city were there attending a ceremony of sorts. I was not invited, instead I was shown a large flock of white oceanic birds (doves, but the size and strength of seagulls). When looking at the flock of birds, the "kite" told me not to stare too long at any one bird. So, of course I stared at one, and when I did, I could see that it was the repository of some ones life, it was a little person and I saw all the trials and difficulties he went through. The kite snapped me back, lending me energy by touching my shoulder with it's kite tail she warned me not to do that, and then I stared at another bird, I saw a girl in a relationship, she was unhappy and started doing heroine, ultimatly she took her own life, I was then snapped back by the kite. The kite told me we were supposed to see what was goinig on in the colliseum, and she "the kite" attempted to float me off the ground high enough to peer down into the open roofed marble colleseum, but I had used to much of her energy, and as such she chastised me for being so wastefull.

Ok,,,I don't know what the heck, but here goes. Yesterday my nephew tells me he has a dream where he " was in the sky and being chased by bad guys". I was like, wow, sounds like my dream. Then my sister told my girlfriend a weird dream she had, she stated she was on a wierd planet made to look like earth, and that there were these people there who were fooling every body and she was running from them through the whole dream.

Now the same night, the morning of 8/10/2010, I had a dream, not lucid mind you, just a dream,
I was on the moon, in one of the domed structures in one of the craters on the darkside of the moon. There were houses all lined up on an avenue, not a street per se. The sky was blue and had clouds in it, I remarked about that saying how wierd it was to see a blue sky while on the moon. Everyone I knew in real life was there, and many many more that I didn't.

There was a tour going on, with an invitation being made by the beings who lived on the moon to stay there. The kindness on the faces of the tour guides was only skin deep, and I know their intentions were malevolant. I didn't know what they wanted to do with all of us, but I knew it was bad. I tried to tell friends and family we had to run, these beings have bad intentions. But even though everyone agreed, they seemed to be mind controlled and wouldn't leave. I ended up leaving everyone I knew and running for my life from these beings. The dream had the over all taste in my mind, that the old twilight zone episode " how to serve man" had. Where aliens land with the guise of being kind but really wanna eat everybody.