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....."