Mammatus

These two dreams are from Thursday night and Wednesday night. They were definitely strange dreams, and my mind is still reeling from them.

I'll start with the first one.


American Gestapo-

In this dream, I was sitting at a desk, looking at a large orange book with the title covering it in large black bold letters. Something about America.

As I opened the book, I noticed that it was not full of words like I had expected it to be. In fact, it was nothing but pictures with a few captions here and there. As I flipped through the book, recognising pictures such as Dr. King's "I have a dream.." speech, something strange started happening.

The pictures began moving, like a movie.

After I flipped past the 9/11 pictures and those of the present time, I came to a section that I had not heard of or seen before. None of these moving pictures were captioned, but they caught my attention the same way a headline about an atrocious act does.

The first picture I focused on was one of a parade. But it was not a happy parade. And although many of the men who were in the picture were marching in military formation, they were not wearing the usual formal military clothing. Their uniforms were grayish-blue and upon closer inspection, I heard myself say "They look like the Schutzstaffel".
A friend was sitting next to me and nodded, and we both sat in mesmerised silence as the picture continued. Towards the end of the parade, was a small group of men who were wearing the same style of clothing only without insignia, medals and entirely black. I remember thinking "American Gestapo", before I realised they were marching out of formation, throwing rocks into windows, yelling, running onto sidewalks to frighten women and their children. They looked angry, and were very, very violent.


Then I flipped the page and something strange happened. I was sucked into the next picture, and was viewing the scene as if I was a non-existant entity. Around me, I watched as long lines of women, men and children; marched drearily past me. But there was something strange about it. They were all covered in nothing but mere rags, they were mostly non-Caucasian Americans; and they wore nothing but worried, scared or sad expressions. Here and there, I could hear children crying in the distance, and their mothers trying to hush them in their native tongues.

There was a loud thundering sound, and a large horse carrying a man dressed like the "American Gestapo" in the previous picture, rode up. He was carrying a baton in his belt and a whip was in his hand. He used this whip to slash people in the crowd, yelling at them to "hurry up".

There were a few other men on foot, who walked through the crowd, randomly beating children or their parents for crying, whimpering, and/or making some other sound.

I stood watching in horror, wanting desperately to put a stop to what was going on, but I couldn't. I was just a ghost.




I woke up, and this has been bugging me to this day. I don't know what could have possibly triggered this dream, other than the fact that again, it seemed like a premonition or a warning. Not necessarily of what is going to happen, but what could.



Assassination Attempt-

In this dream, I am the same man I was in the 666-7109 dream. I am boarding a small white yacht at a port somewhere in what looks like Italy. There are many heads of state and other government officials as well as a few upper-class tourists on this boat.
It will be a little bit before the boat leaves the port, so I take a seat at a small round table on the bow deck. I lean back in the chair, and a cooling ocean breeze caresses my face as I count the very few clouds in the brilliant blue sky.

I am wearing a tucked into light colored polo shirt, a belt, and khaki pants (like a Country Club member xD). I am here for something, protection or something like that.

I sit there for a while, when I notice out of the corner of my eye a suspicious looking man come on board. I get up, and quietly follow him, trying not to bring attention to myself. That's when I see the current Russian prime minister board. He is wearing casual clothing, and a rain jacket.


Suddenly the scene changes and everyone is ducking for cover in fright as the suspicious looking man pulls out a gun (he's wearing a jacket, sunglass and something around his head and face. He is unidentifiable) and begins trying to shoot the prime minister. Just when everyone thinks he has a clear shot I end up standing in front of him and taking a bullet in the chest.

Somehow, I don't die. But instantly, I'm aware of the even greater threat that the man poses, and end up trying to get the prime minister out of the city. The man from earlier is working for a militia group.



I woke up and was all "Um.....Okay....."

The dream I had last night involved me going to a city to stay with my dad during his visitation hours, with my brother and sister. Now this city would remind one a lot of Tokyo or even Rio De Janiero on a stormy day. It was rundown, and there were a lot of really tall buildings and skyscrapers, but it was still, how should I put it....A wasteland.

This city was supposedly here in America.

As I was arriving in the city on a plane, the city was being attacked by a monster (supposedly, as I never actually saw it).

The dream faded in and out to another scene where I was running through a trench like system between buildings towards cover under a small stone bridge.

As I entered the space underneath the bridge, I caught sight of a steel door to what looked sort of like a bunker. I entered into it, and closed the door; locking and barring it. The inside of this "bunker" resembled that of a house, but the floor was made up entirely of dirt and small puddles.

I hid in an alcove, waiting for the "monster" to pass. As I was waiting, the steel door started to vibrate viciously as if something was trying to get through it. As the vibrating subsided, I began looking around the building I was in. Towards the steel door was two regular sized rooms across from each other in the hall. Further down the walkway was an alcove on either side. On the left was a couple of windows, a books shelf and a table and chairs.

Past that was another hallway, with smaller rooms containing one bed. There was only enough room for the bed and to open the door in these rooms and that was it.

Then the scene changed and I'm in a different house with my siblings and father. There are three girls there --sisters-- who we apparently know.

We are here for a long time, hiding and waiting until it is safe to go back outside or leave. While we are here, we try to find things to do in our free time, but there really isn't much because we have to be quiet.

At some point, me and the oldest of the three girls end up having sex (I hate dreams like this. There's all this interesting stuff going on, and then something completely random like this happens xD ).

In another scene, planes are flying over the house dropping bombs on the city, which has literally become a post apocalyptic war zone. The sky has turned a bright red color as the planes drop their load. The bombs when they explode, release a poisonous acidy gas that is a vibrant red and if inhaled, becomes a fast acting poison whose symptoms resemble that of radiation poisoning.

The scene changes again, and the chemical has dissipated and it is safe to go outside. Laying outside in a heap are two VERY large lizard creatures, that look vaguely like a cross between Godzilla, a dragon and a Spinosaurus.

The dream ends there, and I wake up.

Again, I have to add this to my "crazy dream" collection.I'm starting to wonder if my nasty headaches have something to do with opening up a barrier in my spiritual receptivity. I know that's out there, but I've noticed I'm more inclined to pick up on such when I have a migraine. Maybe I have a migraine because I'm receiving that information....Whatever.....

Anyway, I had a dream last night that I was sitting in a restaurant in Asia somewhere, I think Japan or one of the Koreas. I was wearing a white formal suit with the tie/bow. I was seated at a table next to a four/five foot wall, and was only several seats away from the entrance and the big front windows (which were to my left). To my right was a long walkway and it went back into the kitchen's behind large metal swinging doors.

I was there with a colleague/friend who was Chinese and apparently worked for Chinese intelligence. We were talking about something important; about our mission, and how "they wouldn't see it coming".

One of the cooks came out to us and was talking to us. He was an older man. He asked me if my soup was okay and I told him that I thought it smelled funny. He freaked out and offered to taste it for me to see what was wrong. He took it with him back to the kitchens where he tasted it and almost immediately began gagging and reacting badly to the poison that he had ingested. I looked at my counterpart wearily, before we got up and left, with nervous smiles on our faces.

The dream faded out there and then back in.

We were in a near empty office in a tall building in a large city. To my right was a window that looked out into the rest of the exterior office cubicals. It was dark, and there was a screen on that had green on it and what looked like codes for something. In the office, I was hacking into a locked computer (you know how you put a password on the computer user? It was like that, only military/government grade encryption). My Chinese colleague burst in saying that we were running out of time and I was getting anxious that the files wouldn't download to my external hard-drive fast enough.

The numbers 666 7109 came up, and I jumped in excitement saying that these were the codes we needed.

Somewhere in there, someone mentioned a plot of something (assassination?) against Hu Jintao and at some point I was also viewing a lot of this from the 1st person perspective of the Russian Prime Minister and president elect Vladimir Putin, as if he had something to do with all of this.


And then I woke up. Those numbers are going to bug me. Big time. All I know is that those codes were really important for some reason and that whatever was going on was a time bomb waiting to go off.

I also marked this as both lucid and non-lucid. I was lucid and had some control over my actions, but at the same time the plot and conflict seemed predetermined by something else.

I had the craziest dream last night. I'm a part of this reincarnation forum elsewhere and in this dream we got a new member who had only one post on the entire forum and had taken the liberty to private message me there.

She said that she had a "spiritual connection with the Gods" (I think she was referencing the Greek pantheon, if I'm not mistaken) and that they had told her that I was "of importance".

I remembering laughing and being like "yeah whatever". But she seemed to know a lot about me that she couldn't have possibly known otherwise.

She also referenced my recollections of my soviet past life several times and also stating that I had been given a "divine assignment" in this life that dealt with from her words, "liberty for all".


Hmmm......

For the record, I consider myself to be Pagan since a lot of my beliefs are derived from Eastern philosphies and pagan beliefs. I am not necessarily polytheistic. I believe in A Creator, which is synonymous with the universe and all the deities from the various pantheons are simply powerful deities that work under the Creator and co-exist with one another.

How that has anything to do with this though, I'm not sure.

This one is going to have me on edge for some time. This one happened before the dream in the previous entry.

In this dream, I'm sitting in the back of our family's car as it's stopped on the road by a field. This field is about two minutes from our local highschool, and thus two minutes from the town.

I'm looking east, where a bright red background of the sky makes the dark clouds look even more ominous than they already are.

As I watch, a part of the clouds which is obviously the wall cloud of the supercell, begins to change rapidly, forming a large, violent tornado. I want to freak out, but I'm too busy staring in awe at this destructive force of nature. It's the first tornado I've ever seen in person, without being in it's direct path. It begins heading towards our town, where it literally levels the place.

It is later deemed to be an EF-4 and there being at least 50 casualties and a good number more injuries (there are 8000 people in our town).

It is apparently March in this dream, and there are no leaves on the trees yet.

I don't know where this came from, but anyway. I had this dream last night.

In the dream, I'm at a party that seems very 50s/60s, and possibly in America. Everyone seemed to be American except me and the man in this dream. I don't really think I'm me, seeing as I was Russian man in this dream (I'm not Russian). Anyway.

I'm sitting a a table by myself, and the room is pretty crowded. I take a sip of the champagne(?) that's in my hand, as a man I recognise sits down across from me and we start a discussion about "the plans" (this man sort of looks like Uncle Max from "The Sound of Music"). He might be English or from some other part of Europe. His accent is mixed.

There is a woman standing in the corner of the room talking with a group of men, she wears a smirk. They're all laughing and having a good time, when she decides to walk over to us and greet us. She has short curly blonde hair, and is possibly in her late 20s. She has bright blue eyes and is wearing a long silver dress with a white feather boa.

I don't remember what she said, but she mentioned a "Rudolf" that we had apparently been talking about. It occured to me later that she shouldn't have known what we were talking about, and as the man I had spoken to earlier passed me, I grabbed him by the collar. He gave me a funny look.

"What is it?"

"That woman, I think she's a spy. Look at her over there," I said pointing to her across the room. He furrowed his brows and shook his head.

"Alright", he said. "I'll look into it. You stay here and keep an eye on her."

The scene changes and we're trying to escape the building that party is being held in by climbing out a window and jumping into the river below.

I've had this dream in the back of my head for some time now, but over a year ago, I had a dream about hail. I tend to be the type to have dreams about natural disasters, specifically severe thunderstorms, because I am a storm chaser. However, this one is the one that caught me off guard, especially given the events of the next day.

In my dream, I am at my grandmother's house. It's the middle of the summer, and about 3 or 4 PM. We are sitting in their living room, talking about the weather and waiting for my grandfather to get home. He drives a semi to and from New Jersey and occasionally Chicago and Michigan. Just as he pulls in the drive way, the sky outside starts to turn pitch black, the clouds churning with instability. A violent storm starts, just as he makes it into the house.

My grandparents have two dogs and in this dream one of them, Ginger, dives under the kitchen table for cover while whimpering in fear; something she doesn't usually do.

The storm is short lived, and begins to calm down or so we think. Suddenly, a series of large "BANG"s resonate from outside and when I glance out the window, I am horrified at what I see.

There is a hail storm outside with hail coming down in the size of soccer balls.

I beckon my aunt over to the window and she looks at us in fear.

Then I woke up.

The next day, while sitting on the couch, my grandparents were talking about the Bible. I am not a Christian, nor am I a Jehovah's Witness like they are. I consider myself a Pantheist with Buddhist and Daoist influences. I typically ignore what they have to say, but the one thing that caught my attention was that my grandma had begun to talk about hail.

She had asked my grandfather to convert the measuring units they were using in the book so that she could imagine the size of the hail they were speaking of. It came out to be roughly the size of a soccer ball.

It freaked me out, and I wondered if there could be some sort of symbol or meaning to this dream that I was having.

This is a dream I had several weeks ago, and neglected to post about. This was partially lucid, and partially just a regular dream.

In this dream, I had escaped from America for reasons unknown to me. I had chosen the People's Republic of China to seek political asylum in

I was walking around this large temple like area, presumably in Beijing. It was sunset, and they were about to start firing fireworks in commemoration of some important event. It was like the Forbidden City, but I'm not sure if that's where it was.

There were people sitting at small round tables, talking and eating. I began running around frantically, asking if anyone knew how to speak English. I do not know Chinese in real life, outside of "Ni'hao" and what little I pick up from music. So I was yelling all of this in English.

At a far table, near a pillar and the steps that lead off of the building, two men were sitting there. One was older, about 40 and was laughing at me. The other was about 20 and had short, neatly cut hair and classes. They were both Chinese. The younger of the two shot the other a dirty look before standing up and saying "I speak English". He explained that he was a student journalist from a nearby university and that it was necessary for him to know the language. He asked me what my problem was and I explained my situation to him. I asked him if there was anywhere nearby where I could go to get a passport or authorisation to remain in the country legally. He asked me why I chose China instead of Canada, and I shrugged my shoulders replying "It seemed like a good idea at the time".

Later in the dream after I had been given authorisation to remain in the country legally, my reasoning was revealed to me. I was in a Chinese military base or government building with a general and several of his men. I was examining an air travel map between Asia and N. America. Canada had completely shut down their borders and were not allowing any refugees from what was going on in America, to enter their country. They wished to remain "neutral".

I remember explaining to the general that I had to go back to America and "help the resistance" but that I could not enter into America the usual way. Canada was not an option. If I entered directly into America, I would be detained at the airport, border crossing, etcetera, and the plan would fail. The general suggested creating a diversion that would allow me to slip into the country unnoticed.

And this diversion was bombing New York City


Then I woke up, relieved to find that it was just a dream. Gotta love the surreal nature of the subconcious sometimes

This happened not last night, but about last Friday night. In my dream, I was representing an unknown client in a federal court case. He was a tall black man, an African immigrant presumably from Somalia. He was roughly in his mid 30s, and always seemed like something was bothering him and with good reason.

I do not remember the details, but he had immigrated to America to escape violence in his native country, hoping to start a better life full of peace and prosperity here. He had lived here for at least a decade and had a wife and two kids who had all been born and raised here in the U.S. He worked a full time job and was actually a decent man, went to church and did his best to obey the law.

I don't know what happened, but he ended up having federal charges of terrorism brought against him over something petty. If he was convicted, he'd be subject to capital punishment via hanging (obviously the justice system is archaic, although this is a futuristic dream). A large portion of the country's population was up in arms over it, especially seeing as they had not brought substantial physical evidence to the table, witnesses or a confession.

I remember standing in front of the courtroom, specifically addressing the jury, and defending the man on the grounds that federal law enforcement had broken the man's IV Amendment rights, were on the verge of breaking his VIII Amendment rights, and that their attempts at convicting him were clearly outside the boundaries of Section III of Article III of the United States Constitution. Then, appealing to their emotional side, I began asking them how they would feel if they were in his shoes.

Some of the accusations I made against the feds were based off of racism and predisposed stereotypes of Africans and African American people. I accused them of bringing xenophobia to the table in a sickening attempt to disguise it and use it as "evidence" for his conviction.


I don't know what happened to the man, as I woke up, but this was a rather interesting dream and something I feel may happen in the future. I did not have plans initially to go into Law in university, rather Political Science, but this is something I have been considering.

I had this dream quite a number of times when I was about five and six. I didn't watch the Terminator, or anything related to that at the time. But I always remembered waking up in terror. It was sort of like a night terror because by the time my parents had gotten me calmed down, I couldn't remember what the dream was about. I remembered pictures of things happening. But I could never remember what it was. I didn't know. Over time though, more memories have come back, and I've been able to just vaguely explain it. It'd honestly be easier if I could draw it, but I never have. I'm going to start doing that though.

Anyway, I have always thought of this dream as symbolic. It stood for something. I know it did. I've had psychic/pre-cognitive dreams in the past, and I still do.

Anyway, here it goes.


First Time I had Dream:

I was sitting on something. I don't know what it was, and I was holding something rather large. I was in a city some place, because I remember people being there. It was all quiet. But something was wrong and I remember going around and trying to tell people something was wrong and to be "ready". And then everything happened at once. There was this flash of blue light and all hell broke loose. It was like an explosion or something, because everything was slightly tinted after that. I remember panicking because there was this massive crowd of people running for their lives all around me and I could get no where. Then I saw a face. I don't know who it was. Just a face. I could hear a man's voice shouting orders into I guess a microphone or something. He wasn't acting all macho like a drill sergeant, but by his voice you could tell he meant business. Then I woke up screaming.



Second Time:

It started out differently.

I was sitting in a building. There were no windows whatsoever, and everything was made out of conrete. I wasn't supposed to be there, but I was. I remember there were also people running back and forth in white coats. I knocked something over and it broke, and one of the white coated men started flipping out on me. Then that ended and I remember running in a panicked fury to a different room, where another white coat was going to press a red button. I started flipping out, trying to stop him from pressing the red button, something about destroying the world. He did anyway, and then all of what happened the first time, happened all over again. And I woke up screaming.


I had the first dream one more time. And then it was it. Since then though, I've had dreams of volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, massive hurricanes, huge tornadoes, and a Holocaust type incident which involved Asian people coming in and sending people to work camps, making some of them go to war, and rationing our food and water (no they were not Chinese. I don't know who they were).

Last night. It was very strange.

The first thing I was doing was looking frantically for a specific Tarot card. I had a HUGE stack. And was going through it looking for one. But I had set down three on the table at random. There was The Fool, The King of Swords, and a Queen of Wands reversed. It was weird. Kind of...symbolic. Anyway, I was asked what I was doing because I was shuffling through the large deck so fast and all I said was "Looking for something".

Then the dream dissolved, and I was in a huge mansion that I've visited previously while dreaming. There were lots of stairs, and there was this on staircase that led to this waiting room type area. It was carpeted (like the rest of the place) with red carpet. The walls were a light tan color, almost white. There were hanging chandeliers, and very fancy furniture. Then there was a door to a "panic room" type place, which was also highly furnished and fancy. There was a long dark hallway, and at the end you could go either left or right. If you went left, it would take you to the panic room. If you went right, well. I don't know where it goes. There's a completely lit room there, but I've always been afraid of that room. Even though it's a dream. There were shadows in there and I took off running at full speed back to the waiting area where there was like two other people.

Then it dissolved again, and I was thrust into another dream where I saw one of Mao Tsetung's sons. I don't know which one exactly. I just remember that's who they were related too. He was being awarded something and was all smiles. He was obviously filled with pride.


I also vaguely remember being in a situation between the second and third dreams that was similar to the first Jurassic Park. I was being hunted by Velociraptor, but I was in a place that looked like a cross between a REALLY fancy musuem and some business place where they have conferences.

Then I woke up........


The night before last night however, I had a strange dream as well. This time, once again I could not tell who I was. I was sitting in a dark place, likely under a bridge from what I could tell. It was storming and the rain came down in a downpour. I was there with two other people who I thought were familiar but do not exist in my present life. We were going over a map of Saigon. We were hiding in Hanoi. So yes, we were in Vietnam. We had some sort of lights to look at the map. Then something happened where were started to panic, and that was it. I woke up after that.