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    Skyrim

    by DreamingProphet on 12-23-2011 at 02:48 AM
    The dream starts out and I'm embodied as my character in Skyrim (a bethesda game that just came out). I play a high elf magic user and i'm fully capable of shooting lightning bolts from my hands. I'm in a town and I'm questing, or walking around looking for something to do. I walk past the houses and people walking about and I see one person sitting on a table.

    "What's there to do around here?" I ask the person. He looked like a gnome or something, not a typical human being. Kinda short and.. green. So he doesn't really say anything in my dream but suddenly I have a task and somewhere to go. I walk to the edge of town where I see a big gate and a pathway through that gate, surrounded by trees going down and around a corner. something told me I wasn't supposed to be going out that way.

    I walk to the other side of town and I look down at this huge chasm below. this chasm is at least 1-2000 feet deep, too deep to see the bottom of it. For some reason I am thrown off this chasm and I find myself falling. In bethesda games if you fall you actually die before you hit the ground, so I'm falling and falling wondering why I haven't died yet. Then my descent slows and I find myself standing in front of a door to a cave. I look up and I can see the ridge of the cliff edge however far up. All I could see was a sliver of sky and a gorge of darkness. The door seemed to be lit up so I open it and walk in.

    I walk through the door and I'm greeted by my brother, who is playing his dark elf toon, and seems to be much more powerful than mine. In real his toon is level 38 and mine is only 20 so he has some kickass to his shit and I'm kinda the weakling. He tells me to stick with him which I do. We start exploring this cave together and we come into a great big corridor with lots of rooms to either left and right. I take the first step in and find myself face to face with a giant centipede. I start fighting this centipede shooting my lightning bolts at it and we are tangled in a mess. My brother is off in the distance trying to place a good shot on the creature but I am all over the place, jumping and dashing everywhere and he is afraid to take the shot in case he hits me.

    So I finally decide to run away and let my brother take care of the centipede, which he does, but I am now lost in a labyrinth of rooms. This is the last I see of my brother. Some kind of undead guy wearing black armor starts chasing me and I knew I couldn't beat ths guy and start to run. I try to fire off the odd fireball but I sometimes miss, and the ones that do land don't really do much against this creature. I'm running and running and trying to find my way back to my brother, when I step through this glowy thing and I get teleported back to top level.

    I find myself back in the town I first started in except some things were changed. I look around and there's all these glowing blue things on the ground. I had a feeling I was supposed to collect them so I did. I started walking around picking up these whisps or whatever, when I come face to face with some guy who is trying to tell me something. I look at him puzzled, and I try to talk to him. I ask him if he knows of anything or if there is something i can do. I was trying to get information from him in general. He didn't say anything with his lips but he talked to me telepathically.

    "let me show you" he transmitted his thoughts to my head. Suddenly I was not in skyrim anymore. It was kindof like a cutscene and my view was on the hood of a car. I was watching a man and his wife driving down the road. They had a serious worried look on their face. They were talking about their daughter, who was driving in the car in front of them. Suddenly their car flipped over and my view transfered to their daughters car. I was inside her car sitting on her dash, just in front of her steering wheel. I was watching her and she was panicking.

    I was watching her when a person threw himself against her car. She screamed and swerved. Her car made a thump, like she ran over something, then another person threw herself against her car. There were people falling all across the hood of her car. I saw the look on the people who were trying to throw themselves on her car and they were all covered in blood. Not once they hit her car, but before. They looked like zombies. She was screaming and panicking. My view zoomed out of her car and I could see the whole town she was in.

    There were thousands of zombies, packed into this town, and they seemed to be walled off. There was military around and they had sectioned off the town. Something told me it was not just this town, but the whole world was being affected by the zombies. I could see her driving away from the town up a windy mountain road, when a bright flash nearly blinded me. After the flash I saw a mushroom cloud.

    The vision ended and I was back in the town in skyrim.

    "So that's why we are in skyrim" the person told me. The vision was about what made skyrim this way. It was a nuclear holocaust. I started adding it all up. The magic, the beasts, everything, was because of the radiation. We became immune to the radiation and we were able to weild the forces of nature because of it. 'Wow', I thought. 'So that's why it's such a wasteland here'. But it had been at least a thousand years since all that happened.

    "The door is now open, you may go through". I looked across to the edge of town. The big wooden gate which sealed off the path was now open. I started walking down that path when I came up to a big shrine. It was all glowy and yellow stuff was coming up from the ground. At this point I woke up..
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    car jacked (long)

    by DreamingProphet on 12-14-2011 at 08:40 PM
    here is last night's dream for you

    So I'm in this store here in town, at the mall. I think i was at The Bay. It's a big department store that sells a little bit of everything. I was waiting in line to pay for my stuff when this guy comes up to me and strikes up a conversation. I thought he was a decent enough guy and he was tellin me about his life, saying he was going to leave town and just leave it all behind. Then he asks me if I want to keep his car, and of course, I say "sure", being the gullable idiot that I am sometimes (in real).

    So we leave the store after I pay for my goods and he takes me to this car. It's a white car that is the same make and model as mine but it was a little messy on the inside. So I get in this car and he gives me the key. I try to start it but it was having some issues. "It needs some gas" he said. "I just ran out on my way here". So he thanks me for taking his car off his hands and "I'm happy to see it's in the hands of a good owner". 'OK great' I think, thinking of what I"m going to do with this thing. Do I sell it? Do I keep it? I figured it was a good car for parts for my own car, not that it's falling apart or anything, but it does have a pretty bad dent in one of the quarters.

    "One thing though," he said. "Do you mind if I have a look at your car?"

    "Sure" I say. So I take him over to my car and show him that it's the same make and model as his, but it's in much better condition.

    "Wow what an awesome car this is!" he exclaims. I thought, 'It's nothing special.. same thing u got..'

    "OK great!" he said. He leaves. I went back in the mall as I had a few more hours of browsing/shopping to do. It's late by the time I'm done and i come out of the mall. It's close to closing time and there is hardly anyone in the parking lot. So I walk over to his car and try to start it. I look at the gas guage in his car and see that it still has a little gas in it. 'Funny I didn't notice that' I think to myself. Then I start searching his car for any treasures he might have left behind, and that's when I start to find drugs. 'Uh oh'. My first thought turns to.. this is a hot car.

    So I pull the drugs out of his car, as it was just some weed, and I walk over to my car. 'Well there's a problem with that car, but maybe I can have it towed and use it for parts to replace the panel on my car' I think. Then as i walk to my car I start to imagine what I could replace in my own car to make it better. I imagine the panel being on my car and being dent free. I've had the dent in my car for quite some time in real, and in my dream I thought it would be so awesome to have my car nice looking again. The only problem with his car is that it was white and mine is green. 'oh well, I'll get it painted' I think. So I get into my car and hmmm.. for some reason the key won't work on the door. I get quite confused about this and I don't know what's going on. I decide to get in through the passenger side and unlock the driver side door, which worked.

    I get in my car and insert the key and turn it. Now MY car was having problems starting. I couldn't figure out what was going on, till I notice the gas guage. It was dead empty. 'Oh god, what the hell?' I think to myself.

    INSERT: In a previous dream fragment I had last night, at the very end of my dream, i remember putting a bunch of gas in my car.

    So here I am wondering why I'm out of gas. 'I just put some gas in it! I should have a quarter tank at least!' I thought. Thankfully there is a gas station that is in the same parking lot as the mall and it was only 20 or 30 feet away from where I was parked. Great I think, as I pull into the gas station. I go inside the station and talk to the addendant there. "I need to put in $10" I say. We had a short chat, and I asked her how does gas just suddenly disappear from the gas tank like that?

    "Maybe someone siphoned your gas out" she says.

    "nah that's impossible, who would do that in a parking lot outside a busy mall" I say. But I go back to my car and put the gas in. As I'm pouring the gas, I think, damn I think she's actually right. I couldn't think of any other possibility. There was definitely not a leak in my gas tank. Then my thoughts go back to the guy who gave me his car. 'Something very fishy is going on here' I think. Then I started looking at my own car. It was a mess. I could see in through the window that someone had been inside my car and threw a bunch of garbage in there. My thoughts immediately turn to my guns, which are usually stored in the trunk of my car. Ohhhh shit.

    I finished putting fuel in my car and was about to get in, when I hear "HEY" from a few feet away. I turn to look, and there was the guy that gave me his car, with a possey of friends with him. Ohhhh double shit.

    "I want my car back" he said.

    "Yeah, about that," I retorted. "Your car won't start, it's fucked. I don't know what's up with it." I started adding everything up. The guy had obviously stolen the car and left it there in the parking lot as it had died. These guys were obviously drug dealers and they needed to get rid of some sort of.. "evidence".. pawning it off to me.. some innocent guy.

    "Yeah," he said "That's why we're here. We're taking your car. Give me the keys" My thoughts turned back to my guns. What do I do? Give him the car? But if I do my guns are in the trunk, and I could be in BIG shit for that. Also, do I get my gun out of the trunk of my car and defend myself? I can feel an attack coming on.

    "You're not getting my keys" I said. "This is my car. you can have yours back.. i don't want it"

    "Oh it's too late for that, you've seen what's in there. We need your car now"

    "No" I said. I tried to get into my car. My adrenaline was pumping and my hands were shaking.. I couldn't get the key into the door lock. I always lock my doors when I fill up my car. Bad habit, I guess. No sooner did my attempt to get in my car fail, one of his buddies started heading towards me. He was a fairly stalky dude and I knew I would have a hard time defending myself. I'm not the strongest guy in the world and I hate fighting.. I freeze up and I generally get my ass kicked in every fight. 'Oh what I would give to have my sword with me right now' i think. In real, I bought a very nice sword, 36'' blade. It is a replica of a 14th century military sword used by soldiers in the english army. I bought it specifically for home defense.

    So the guy comes up to me and grabs me. I was wishing I had just told the guy to fuck off to begin with, but wishing wasn't going to change the situation I was in now. The guy was punching my chest and tried to tackle me from behind. During this I managed to pull my phone out. I got it unlocked and got the dialer open. I was trying to dial 911 when the guy put his leg around my mid section. A moment of brilliance hit me and I pulled my legs up and kicked his knee out. I was now on top of him, and we were both falling to the ground. I remember the fall being in slow motion, the whole way down i thought, 'this is going to be really bad for him'. My head was directly in front of his face. We hit the ground and I made a strong point of smashing the back of my head right into his face as his head slammed against the pavement.

    Sure enough I knocked him out cold. I had enough time to dial 911. Then one of the other guys came up to me and slapped my phone out of my hand. It landed on the ground but it was too late, it was already dialed, and the line was open. Now all I had to do was wait for the cops to show up and I would be OK. I pushed the guy away and tried to talk to my attackers, especially the guy I was originally dealing with. He was standing in the background. I yelled out "why are you doing this to me? what did I ever do to you? I'm just some stranger to you!"

    "You were in the wrong place at the wrong time" he said. At this point they managed to get my car keys away from me. They all walked up to my car. I was still talking to them. The guy that I had faceplanted into the ground got up and went to the car as well. "You're a fucking idiot man" he said. "What kind of retard accepts a car from a perfect stranger".

    "I felt bad for you man.. I took the car off your hands because I thought you needed to get rid of it and had no where else to go"

    "Well, sucks to be you right? Let this be a lesson for next time"

    I looked at his buddies. I looked at the guy that just attacked me. I gave him the motion that I was pumping a pretend shell into a pretend shotgun, and pretended to point my pretend gun at his head. I pulled the pretend trigger. I wanted to let him know that if I were armed, I would have blasted his face off where he stood. Of course I wouldn't do this in real, as it's just a car, and even tho they attacked me, I believe in trying to turn a person around first, but still I was pissed, and dreams are a little less controllable than real.

    I looked at the group of them again, thinking, I had just put gas in my car, and then had to put more in. "I just filled my car too.. and one of you fuckin assholes siphoned the gas out didn't you?" One of his buddies looked at me. He was a total white G wannabe. Crooked hat with the flat brim, the half pulled down pants, a total idiot.

    "heheh.. hehehe.. i guess I did eh?" he said "thanks for filling it again asshole. Heheh.. hehehe.." They all piled into my car. 'Oh god my guns..' I thought. Then the magic happened. He tried to start my car but the key wouldn't turn. I could hear him inside trying to jiggle my key but it just would not turn. 'What the hell?' I thought. I looked at the key I had in my hand. It was my own car key, on the old chain he had given me. The key he thought belonged to my car was actually the key to the car he had stolen. You see, I have what they call a master key for my car. I can open the door and turn the ignition to 33% of all the cars in north america that are the same make as mine. I realized this in my dream. "Oh, shit".. I thought.

    The guy got out of my car. "Ok, why won't this fucking thing turn!" he said. "You still got the key to your car asshole!" I had a smile on my face. I ran back to his old car hoping I would be able to start it. I had quite the head start on him and by the time I got to his old car, sure as SHIT the key opened the door. I got in and locked the door. I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before his buddies surrounded the car and smashed the windows to get in and get at me.

    Just as they surrounded the car, suddenly a huge force of police showed up. Apparently the gas station attendant had been on the phone with them, and my cell phone recorded the whole mess to the guys at the 911 call centre. These guys were fugatives and there was quite the police force there. Swat, police, canadian secret service, the whole 9 yards. 'Thank the Lord' i thought, smiling.

    "YOU GUYS ARE FUCKED NOW!" I yelled out from inside the car. I could see the look on buddies face that tried to screw me over. I could see the one thought in his mind, 'Oh shit'. The police took them down hard. They were all laying on the ground, with shotguns and pistols pointed at them. They had gotten themselves into a lot of trouble, and I guess by fucking with me they fucked with the wrong guy.

    So I started talking to one of the officers and I was so happy I was almost in tears. I wanted to hug the guy and and just take a few moments relishing in the fact that they had showed up. These fuckers were taken down. Then came the 9 degree grilling you would get from so many different enforcement services.

    "Do you have guns in your car?" he asked. Funny for that being a first question, but I am an honest guy, and I have nothing to hide. My guns are registered to me and I obtained them legally.

    "Yes, yes i do" I said. I showed him my firearms license. He looked at me and nodded, gave me back my license. We went to the trunk of my car and I pulled out my guns. I nooded and patted me on the back when he saw they had trigger locks on them.

    "I commend you for your self restraint son" he said. The mess was over. My car was mine again. Somehow it was parked again close to where the white car was. Dreams are dreams, afterall. So I was delusional and walked up to what I thought was my car. I opened the trunk to get at my guns and I started pulling out all kinds of garbage and sheets upon sheets of plastic. 'WTF' I thought. After a while, I realized it wasn't my car i was digging through. There was garbage all over the ground and all around the car after I spent a fair amount of time digging through it. 'Holy shit look at all this crap. these guys were fucking slobs' I thought. I stopped digging and wondered what I actually could have salvaged off the car. I looked at the wheels. They seemed way to small to fit my wheels. then I started looking at the car's body. It was covered in rust and had little dents and scratches all over. This car was in really bad shape, much worse shape than my car is in. So I thought 'better not mess with any evidence', and walked back to my car. I started it up and drove home.

    On my way home I started thinking of what might have happened if those guys hadn't been caught. I imagined myself half way home and being stopped by the guy I pretended to shoot with my pretend shotgun. I imagined his buddies grabbing me and beating me up and shooting me. Druggies like that don't like to be messed with. 'Well I'm glad they were caught' I thought to myself..
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    Flooding, tornado (Kelowna BC)

    by DreamingProphet on 12-13-2011 at 11:16 PM
    This dream I had a week before the 2003 forest fires in kelowna.

    I was in the save-on supermarket in teh south end of town. If you know the layout of kelowna at all, it's right next to a big lake, and the area that kelowna sits on is kindof a delta, surrounded by some pretty tall mountains. So I was in the supermarket and I was waiting in line to pay for the stuff I bought when I saw water rising up the outside entrance way. The doors were sealed shut so the water wasn't coming in but I realized I was sitting in a deathtrap.

    I went outside to try and drive my bike (I had a suzuki 600cc at the time). So I started up my bike and tried to drive it. The water level had come up to the gas tank and I was worried I wouldn't be able to drive home. I got the bike started and drove away and just as I started driving the water level went above the handlebars of the bike. I cranked the gas and tried to use the tire as a hydroplane, using high rpm's to keep the bike afloat, which actually worked. By the time i started heading for the mountains (which is where I lived in real) the water level was at least 20 feet high. I looked southward and off in the distance I could see this massive tornado. There was stuff in the air flying everywhere, there was stuff floating around like toys, garbage, everything u could imagine from people's backyards.

    All I could remember was thinking was 'oh my god this town is going to go under'.

    The Kelowna 2003 forest fire happened a week after this dream and for the first day, the tornado of smoke that went up looked EXACTLY like the tornado I saw in my dream, and pretty much in the very same area of the okanagan too. Very weird that I would dream of a giant tornado and a week later we get a firestorm.
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    War, fighting, dream fragments

    by DreamingProphet on 12-13-2011 at 07:11 PM
    Hello here is a dream I had last night. It is quite fragmented as my recall has been horrible lately and i woke up several times last night, but the dream had a theme which seemed to play through the fragments.

    It starts and I am with a group of people. It was war and we were being invaded i think by our own military. I was with a group of at least 20 people and we were prepared for this war. We all had the gear we needed to survive including weapons. We were in a city and we were waiting for this military to finish invading this city so that we could escape to the mountains and live there. A few of my friends were very militaristic in that they had no issue with taking someone out to save their own life. But for some reason I was the leader of this group, me and one other person, we made the decisions for the group and tried to lead everyone to safety.

    So we come up to this complex which was partially underground and had fencing all around it. This complex was on the outskirts of town embedded into a mountain or tall hillside. We were inside this complex during the night when we had some military forces try to take us out. I remember taking my rifle and aiming it on someones head. I remember thinking 'oh my god i've never killed a man before' but I also knew that it was me or him. The rifle I was shooting had open sights and I also remember thinking 'I don't know if I can make this shot I'm terrible with open sights'. But I took the shot and hit the guy right in the head. he died. The guy that was beside me looked at me and said something along the lines of "it's ok, you had to".

    Then the dream skipped forward a bit and the whole group was in this firefight. We had left the complex and we were travelling elsewhere. A lot of military were getting killed by us as we were a feirce group, we had men women and children, and we were trying to defend all of us against this force. So because we had no choice it was either fight or die, we had to fight. Killing people was making me sick even in my own dream. I remember saying a prayer thiking "oh forgive me god" but something inside me knew that it was OK, that I was doing out of necessity. So we fended off the invading soldiers once again and we had time to round up more firearms from the fallen soldiers.

    I got my hands on a good powerful rifle, it was a 7mm magnum. I took this new rifle and went to invade a gun shop where I knew there was ammo. When I walked up to the shop I saw that it was all barred up except the door was made out of glass. So I shot the glass out and walked into the gun store. There was a small entrance area and then I went up this small set of stairs.. maybe 3 steps, and into a living area, where to my surprise I found a man sitting in a chair, in front of a fireplace having a coffee or something. I was very surprised and he turned around.

    "Come to steal my stuff eh?"

    "Well I thought this place was empty and I'm with a group that's trying to survive so yeah" I could tell he was the owner of the shop and could probably help me with some firearms. I showed him my gun and he thought it was a very nice rifle but it seemed to have a problem. I asked him to show me some handguns because I thought it would be nice to be able to pull out a handgun if i had to make a last ditch effort to protect myself. He showed me his wall of handguns and i started picking out a couple different ones. I had picked out 2 of them when he came back with my modified rifle. He had taken the stock off of it and shortened the barrel and basically turned it into a handgun. He also gave me another handgun that was a very simple design, it was like a rail with a barrel on it and some kind of clip system that worked as a magazine.

    I looked at the modified rifle and thought to myself 'damn this is a frikkin magnum.. how am I supposed to shoot this thing!'. I went from looking at the 7mm to the other handgun he had given me. I thought to myself what is this a pellet gun? So I started looking for any sort of marking on the gun, and sure enough it had 9mm stamped on the side. 'Ok,' I thought. He handed me a bag with boxes of ammo in it. I started looking through the boxes and none of the ammo types matched the guns I had in my posession. 30-06, 30-30, 300 win mag, .303, all these ammo types I had no gun for. But I thought 'well maybe he gave me a variety in case I pick up a gun that matches this ammo sometime down the road'.

    I looked at the shop owner. "Thank you" I exclaimed. I left the shop and I was greeted by a young boy.

    "Are you gonna shoot people?" he asked

    "Yes, if I have to I will". He looked at me with a stare. I carried on my way and got back to the pathway I had to follow to get back to the group. Some way down the road I was suddenly surrounded by military. I pulled out my new modified handgun, the 7mm, and started waving it around at all the soldiers off in the distance. I thought to myself 'this is it, I'm never gonna get out of this now'. I was standing there with my gun drawn when I felt a pull of my jacket. I was pulled into the hillside in a tunnel that had been dug out some time ago. It was my friend, the other leader of my group. I started to hear gunshots outside the entrance of this tunnel. The whole group had come to protect me and I was grateful.

    I looked at my buddy and we got to work. We followed the tunnel back to a bunker where the majority of the group was. It was starting to turn night and I had the feeling we were about to have to really defend ourselves. Some soldiers started pilling in through the tunnel that led to the entrance of the bunker. I took the first shot with the 7mm and hit a soldier in the chest. Then my buddy beside me took another shot, and another soldier fell. As the rest of the group started to open fire on the invading soldiers I heard a helicopter overhead, and someone started talking through a loudspeaker. "You will never escape. You are fugitives. Give up now and you will be spared". I thought, 'hah', in a world that had been taken by force, in a world where laws and rules meant nothing anymore.. in a society that had fallen, it was every man for himself. I wasn't about to believe some warmonger..
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    flying a UFO over new york

    by DreamingProphet on 12-09-2011 at 01:13 AM
    This dream took place a few years ago.

    I was in New York, in the bronx I think. The buildings were tall but older, there was graffiti and garbage cans all over the place. It was dark and i was walking along, when I bumped into my brother. I hadn't seen him in quite some time so I gave him a big hug and asked how he was doing.

    "Well I'm going to this party" he said. "Wanna come with?"

    "Sure, why not."

    As we were walking down this road we saw a big light come down from the sky and land in an alley way nearby. Me and my brother both looked at eachother and there was a silent agreement to go check this thing out. Just as i was about to take the first step towards the alleyway I was stopped by a cop.

    "You shouldn't go in there" he said.

    "Why not?"

    "It's dangerous, you don't know what's in there!"

    "I think I can make my own decisions," I said. I could see the look in his eyes. He was terrified, and he was trying to keep me away from the thing due to his own fear.

    "Well, I'm going to go see that thing, why don't you come with us? I'm going whether you like it or not." I pushed past him and started running for the alley way. The cop didn't say much more but soon after decided to run after us.

    I got to the alley that we had seen the UFO land in. It was a small vessel, with a matte grey finish to it. It looked like it was made out of polished rock, or more like a dull metal, as opposed to being a very shiney metal. I walked within 20 feet of it. My brother stopped and grabbed my arm.

    "I don't think you should go any further, man" He had a look of concern on his face. Not terrified like the cop, who was now behind us with his gun drawn, but I could tell he was worried about me getting close to the UFO.

    "I know man, I know. I think I'll be OK though. Something inside me is telling me it's alright.. I can feel it." Knowing there was no stopping me on what I wanted to do, my brother took his hand off me. I continued to walk closer to the craft.

    "Don't do it!" the cop yelled out from behind a dumpster some ways back down the alley. I heard him speak but his words turned into a twisted form of incomprehensible sound. When I got to the UFO I put my hands on it. My intentions were to find a way in, or feel around it for some kind of button I could push to open the door. There were no buttons. The craft felt warm and smooth. Suddenly I felt a small depression under both my hands. An area lit up around each hand, and the shell of the craft depressed under the pressure of my hands.

    A door opened up, letting out a bright, white light. It didn't hurt my eyes to look inside though. So I looked back at my brother, and then at the cop, who was still huddled behind the dumpster with his gun drawn. I looked back at my brother again.. and gave him the look that this would be my last goodbye. I didn't say anything though. Then I looked forward and stepped inside. The door closed behind me, and I was inside what one would consider a small house, or at least it seemed that way. It was totally lit up from every direction. There were no shadows inside this thing. It was very bright, all lit up in this white light. There was a main entranceway where I had stepped, a door in front of me across the room, and a staircase up each side of the wall sweeping back around the inside of the craft and meeting up directly above me where I had just came in from.

    I decided to check out the upper level, so I started up the stairs. There were 2 more rooms up there, but I decided not to go in them. I heard, or felt, a voice coming from the one door downstairs that I hadn't checked out yet. Something told me this was the cockpit of the ship, and I started back down the stairs to check it out. I got to the door, opened it, and went through. I didn't really see what i was getting myself into until the door closed behind me.

    I looked at my surroundings. What I saw, and felt, shook my entire reality for months after I had this dream. I had an epiphany, inside of a dream, that was so powerful, and experience I can *never* forget. Not in my entire lifetime. I looked around inside this.. "room". There were no walls. It was as if I was standing back outside the alleyway. The walls were totally invisible. There were sparkles all over the place, or little lights, or one could say what looks like stars in the night sky. The best description I can give of it would be like, being in the centre of the explosion of a firework when it goes off, the ones that explode out really big in a sphere with all the little bits that fly out. Being in the centre of that.

    So I was pretty caught up in looking out at this.. room.. that had no walls.. when I realized i was being lifted up in to the centre of this room. I was weightless, and the ship had placed me at the center of itself. I wasn't sure what was going on until the ship spoke to me.

    "Hello dave," the ship said. It spoke to me telepathically.

    "Hello?" I replied, but in my thoughts. It wasn't even like a conversation one would have with words. It all happened so instantly. The second I even had the thought of hello the ship was already responding.

    "Where would you like to go?" it asked me. The funny thing about the ship talking to me was, it wasn't like it was a separate entity. It was like, my own mind, was sending out the thought, and as light reflects off a mirror, so my own thoughts were reflecting off the inner shell of the ship, back into my own mind again. it's like the ship had become a part of me, like an extension of my body. There was nothing separating me and this entity. The ship was alive, just as alive as I was. The feeling of having two separate, fully functioning consciousnesses working in conjunction with eachother, is something I had never felt before.

    I felt at one, at peace. I felt a feeling of warmth and love, as a child would feel from their mother, still in the womb, just days before that child is born. A complete and total connection. No barriers, no walls. No hidden agenda's or any secrets of any kind. Just perfect, perfect harmony, and the intense feeling of being connected to the entire universe. I felt like all I had to do was think it, and I would be there, me and this ship, or rather, me and this extension of myself. I felt like I had all knowledge available to me. There was nothing I couldn't know, or anywhere I couldnt' be.

    I remembered that the ship had asked me a question. I didn't answer with words. My thoughts turned to seeing the city from above. Suddenly the ship started floating upwards, with me still in the centre of it. I could see straight down, at my brother, at the alleyway and the cop standing there looking up at me. We started moving forward. There was a constant download/upload of thoughts and feelings between me and the ship. It's like the ship wasn't a ship at all, more like an entity, a living breathing consciousness, and I was a part of it. We started moving forward. I could see the empire state building in the distance, and further behind it the statue of liberty. I looked up at the sky above us. Even tho there were star-like lights inside the ship, I could recognize the stars that were in the sky as being stars. We continued to move forward across the city.
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