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First dream

I was in a tv room with my pals. It was furnished in fifties style, there was an old, small black tv. We were watching a tv show about secret organisations. I was holding the tv in my hands while they were showing skyscrapers, and when it changed scenery to a beach, I took a step back from the tv and suddenly found myself falling down into the show.

It was warm and sunny day. Girls all around were wearing bikini suits. I could still could hear my pals, talking about these girls. Suddenly I received a message that I should go and find a daughter of a man fighting against some corporation and protect her. I from the road to a beach and moved closer to the shore. I almost found her, but then everything was getting blurry and my vision was slowly widening. I thought "Like in a lucid dream" and ran forward to road.

There were no people or traffic in the downtown. I ran around skyscrapers, getting closer to my target. But then I realised that I was fooled in a trap. A giant giraffe chased me through the city, smashing down buildings and parked cars. It almost got me, but then a group of muffin-superheroes appeared and fought with the giraffe. Brown muffin tangled it's legs, while green mufin made it's breathing harder. There were also other muffin-superheroes but I didn't payed them attention.

False awakening

I woke up in my bed, wearing jeans trousers and gray hoodie. It was cold and dark afternoon, a thunderstorm was gathering. I felt an urge to go to toilet, so I moved to a ladder and opened hatch to an attic. There was a huge wooden toilet seat, which seemingly had no bottom. I tried to do my thing, but it was really cold, and I got scared by storm clouds and hurricane going in my direction. I went down, but toilet there was closed.

I was at the dentists room. I was talking with a man at about his fourties. He was a little bald and had somewhat square chin. I looked around his room, and saw that it's unprepared to be used for dentistry. I tried to find a good sitting place. There was a chair hanging on chains, but it literally flewn when I tried to sit on it. The dentist started conversation:

- Haven't I seen you before?

- Well... It might be possible, but rather not.

- You were with some girls, taking bought products right?

- And it was last friday?

- Yes! Why did you escaped from the school with them?

- We had no more lessons and...

- Ah... I see.

I almost taunted the dentist, but I stopped myself. Then my mother appeared and dentist told her something about teeth illness he found out without ever making health examination. He just took samples of my spit and told that we should wait.

I went outside, and saw the dentist entering car of my family. He told to me:

- And don't try to go anywhere else. My brother controlls all the dentistry here!

After that he went away. I shouted after him:

- Yeah!... It's very incutlural... I mean very incultural to enter someones car!

And entered the car. With father we drove away. I asked what about mother and sisters, but he told me that we'll meet with them. When driving back I saw some classmates going out of bus. Then on a crossroad we almost got smashed by two crazy truck drivers. After taking rest of the family we drove home.

I was entering the kitchen, while everyone was playing with muffin eaters. Weird bugs you had to feed with muffins. One looked like a spruce branch, and was the most intelligent. Second was brown, and behaved like a small chicken. I remember also one resembling hedgehog. I feed them with muffins.

Morning of June 20, 2014. Friday.



In the first part of my dream it seems as if I am in a region where there are several isolated temples. The people who look after these temples and surrounding area (who are possibly the ones who built them) are of a fictional race and culture (though somehow related to Bangladesh) and mostly do not mind our presence in the area. A few other people are there including my wife and children as well as classmates from many years ago, including Steve J and Steve W. There is some sort of upcoming threat, seemingly an expected nuclear attack, and so we have to evacuate the area (to a city to the west).

A bus comes and when we are almost ready to go to the bus, I have an odd in-dream “premonition” that we need to either stay where we are or even all go in the opposite direction than the direction the government claims we will be safer, thus I send my wife and children in the other direction - because now I somehow “know” that the attack is more likely to occur where we are going. Even though almost everyone is getting on the bus to evacuate, I refuse to go. I am chased by a couple people, including Steve J and Steve W as they want to force me onto the bus (for my own good, supposedly) but I manage to escape through a combination of running, leaping, and flying. Eventually, the bus leaves. At one point, a large dog attacks me and I feel its teeth in my hand but then I am able to swing my arm around and lose the dog over a hedge. I end up going to the city anyway after this.

After a short time of a few events and conversations about the supposed war and terrorist threats, some sort of unusual nuclear explosions occur. It is almost like a series of several smaller bombs going off in the sky (all at the same time, almost like fireworks) in an odd matrix-like pattern a little farther to the west, yet it is still seemingly the result of a nuclear missile. I turn away to feel a forceful energy sweep over me and most people are killed by it. However, I and a few others start running as fast as we can away from the shockwave, down the main street and over bridges. The area reminds me of Gillette Street in La Crosse in the eastern area where there are not many man-made features; mostly sparse trees, tall grasses, and wild shrubs.

Eventually, I end up in the area where my wife and children had gone. There is an unusual large building which seems to be part of a resort covering a large area and a very large lake and small island in the direction opposite to where the earlier nuclear event had occurred. There is a point at which I decide to go outside again from one larger room. I try to go down a staircase but the second open area past the doorway to the staircase is too small for me to fully fit in and turn around in the cramped stairwell to go to another floor and then outside (recurring) so I pull myself out with a little difficulty and go out through another area, which leads me to the lake’s shore. I still sense danger, so my wife and I and an unknown girl (and I think a couple others) fly into the air and then fly, with great joy and happy harmonious interactions, easterly to the small isolated island in the center of the lake, which is covered mostly with ice and snow. It is exhilarating and very enjoyable and the most vivid part of my dream.

Later, we seem to be in a different town (smaller than the city where the bomb was dropped). There are more random conversations and uneventful scenes, but then the side of a large apartment building begins to collapse. It turns out that terrorists, for quite some time, had somehow managed to build missile silos in a number of different buildings inside a secret area just inside the outside wall. This seems hard to believe, but everyone is running around now in chaos as the threatening events unfold. I watch the extraordinarily clear detail of the outer brick wall collapsing (but almost as if in slow motion), the revealing of one missile as it is taking off - and I also notice large business buildings farther away partially collapsing with missiles lifting off from hidden areas inside the walls. There are at least six or seven missiles that are now airborne. Oddly, instead of going a fair distance, they actually start exploding fairly close to where we are.

Again, I feel the sweep of the destructive nuclear energy from the explosions, as I and only a few others survive. I am not sure where my wife and children are at this time, though I assume they escaped quickly as before. I eventually sit down in a park-like area on a bench facing west, after running west again and seem to be the only immediate survivor after a time - several bodies lying about, some still on fire - and yet I feel quite healthy and well. The city I ran from was completely destroyed. I look on the bottom of my left foot and notice two numbers that seem to be some sort of organic “computer display” but possibly using some sort of semi-organic or inorganic implant to show the values. One number is twenty-seven and on its right, the number one - both in “portrait” orientation - that is, upright across the narrow area in the middle of my foot. This is some sort of “built-in” display showing my health and vitality (or life energy) or how many minutes (27) I have left to live, perhaps. (J. Boehme supposedly called this number “the death”, though there are other myths about it.). Because my life energy is only at one, it likely will not take much more to destroy me, although I am confident that this could not happen even if it read zero later.

However, there is a transparent plastic bag of blueberry muffins to my left and I then realize I had not eaten for some time, and so, as I start eating, the numbers on the bottom of my foot increase more and more, just as with a character in a video game (of which I have never been much of a fan of even when young).