Mammatus

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.