My dreams, in their order
Okay, this is going to be a long post, so please bare with me if I make any spelling errors, as its 3:02 AM here in Australia. Also, before I go into the actual re-occuring dreams. I would like to explain a bit about my history to give some glimps as to what could be going on with me.
Starting from when I was four, I would constantly wake up from nightmares, were I would see faces on the walls and ceiling, what caused these are beyond me still. I haven't had any more since.
When I was in grade 4, primary school. I had a dream, I remember sitting on the back porch of my mums old house, as I looked up at the sky, I saw a streak heading north. I ignored it and continued to look around. Moments later I saw something down behind the back shed. It freaked me out yet still I did not move, I couldn't. I managed to turn my head and look down, and coming out from under the stairs was a classic looking grey. About 4foot. I couldn't move, scream, nothing, I woke up in my bed sweating and that was it.
From then on it I became heavilly interested in Aliens, constantly reading about them in the hopes of understanding the dream. Then I moved up to cryptozoology, all though this was short lived.
When my father passed away, sometime during the start of grade six, I gave it all away, it was of no use to me. I had lost one of the two most important things to me and it had literally destroyed me.
To make matters worse, the kids I knew at school turned on me, and began joking around, saying things as foul as "You murdered your father". I became depressed, ironically, when I hit highschool, I came across a psychic website called ki-teachings. Now this was back during the "radical-ki" times, what interested me most, was Astral Projection, it seemed like a chance for me to see my father without the requirements of suicide, which I always deemed as a cowards way out.
My first attempt at Astral Projection was failure, but after going to the toilet and coming back to bed. I suddenly and unpreditably projected. It was amazing, like being weightless, and while feeling this amazing energy. The whole projection only lasted a few seconds, my mothers puppy began barking and I snapped from the whole thing, but it was enough to wet my apetite.
For a few days, I tried again and again, yet I could not project. So for the time being I gave up. Then out of the blue, I had my first dream, it was strange.
I was in a pitch black room, with nothing around me, I couldn't feel anything, and I presume that I was floating. Suddenly I felt myself falling and the darkness dissapeared, and I was standing in the ruins of my home town. I could see deserts stretching out beyond where normally there were farms and houses. It was hot, and everything smelt of death and decay. I couldn't move, suddenly a strange black creature, human looking approached at a distance. Now I say it was black, because it seemed to have a shadow over it all the time. Anyway, as it stopped, it began to talk. It had a simple but scary message...
"You will know what to do when the time comes!"
Then, everything went into reverse, untill I found myself back, floating in the dark void. I woke up sweating heavilly.
Aproximately two weeks later I had a second, less disturbing dream. I was on a path out in the bush, and there were logs and debree along the sides of the tracks. With every step forward I took, I was forced to take another as snakes would jump out to try and bite me from behind.
I don't remember how that dream ended. All I know, is that afterwards I had another dream which I can no longer find, I'm guessing I never wrote it down, which is strange.
Eventually I joined another forum, of which the name I won't release incase people come to realise just who I was. My email gives it away... I soon became admin, and made really good friends with the main members. We planned to have a gathering on Rhode Island, and then things got creepy.
I had a dream, of arriving, everything seemed normal, untill the martial arts tornament began. I remember standing without any defence, as my friend charged at me, I didn't know what to do. When his fist connected with me, I lost it. I can't really explain it, but I felt a sudden feeling of warmth and anger. Then began a fight which ended with me physically injuring him, suddenly his friend came at me with a katana, I managed to avoid it and gain two katana's myself. We fenced in the middle of the basketball court for a few minutes, before I suddenly pushed him into the air without touching him, and charged at him as he hit the ground, he kicked me in the gut, flipping me over him and I managed to grab his shirt, sending us down a small hill towards a river.
It had been raining and the river had flooded and was flowing fast, as we got up we continued fighting towards an old wooden dock. As we did, it snapped off the shore and began to float down stream. We continued fighting, falling and hitting one another. The others at the tourny, arrived to see me throw the person I was fighting back onto the shore. I had managed to stop the dock from flowing over the edge of a waterfall by stabbing one sword through the wood between rocks. I pulled the sword out and dissapeared over the edge.
This is were the first two dreams ended, but it gets worse...
I woke up in a forest, that seemed to stretch endlessly no matter how far I traversed it. Eventually I came across a man who claimed to by my spirit guide, his name was Zuiljin. He claimed I was a decendent of the same line of people as him. Which is weird, because I always figured spirit guides were well, spirits.
After two years of training with him, I was aloud to return back to my own world. I was placed on the back of a run down yacht in the middle of the Bermuda triangle. While sailing it back towards land, an old friend, a girl, was sitting on the beach with another person I knew. Some how they knew the time and place of my arrival.
My yacht passed a ferry full of on lookers and tourists, all of which took pictures as I sailed past, incredibly close to the other boat.
Upon arriving back on land, my two friends were amazed I was alive, they told me of a man called Erick, who infact I do know in real life. He had managed to gain power within the American government, and had begun a cival war, in a bid to try and make way for his own rise to ultimate power. He had discovered an old machine, that had been laying in the ocean, within bermuda, for thousands of years. His plan was unknown, but what we knew was that the divice makes a portal.
Okay, moving on past alot of uneeded infomation, me and seven people. Six if you don't include the truck driver. Began to make our way into some city, Erick was well aware of our insurgency into the city. Two helicopters began dropping soldiers out, of which me and another person were fighting on the roof of the truck. Eventually we made it into the city, and I made my way to the top of a building. Erick met me on top, and we exchanged words, something over a perfect society. Either way, I remember dissagreeing. This angered him and we began fighting, we both drew our swords and began trying to kill each other. He kicked me over the edge of the skyscrapper and I began to free fall, I slammed both blades into the edge of the building to slow my decent, but he fell behind me, grabbed me, and I was forced to kick off from the building, we fell, while fighting each other. At the last second I kicked him in the guy, but he managed to land softly on the ground.
As I fell, he charged at me and slammed me high into the air, and all he did was push his hand towards me. I smashed through the window of another sky scrapper, obviously by this point I was in alot of pain. Suddenly he appeared and began trying to hit me with the sword, I was rolling, suddenly he tried to push me again, instead it missed me and the building suddenly began to lurch, leaning against another building, as I tried to stand, I was hit by a peice of furniture and sent flying out the window.
Basically this whole fight continues on for untill eventually I behead him, then the building we were in falls towards the ground, and I noticed people were in it. I began using TK to hold it up, untill they could escape, and they did. But the building fell on me, crushing me.
I woke up feeling completely shattered.
The reason I remember it so well, is not only because I wrote it down, but because it reoccured tonight after I drifted off watching TV.
It scares me because it seems so real, and things mentioned in it, that lead to it, have already happened. I know almost everyone in the dream.
To make matters worse, a week back me and a few mates were so bored we decided to try out numerology sites, both my friends got generic answers, instead I recieved a reading stating that I'm going to change the world, and I'm a magnet to those who will join me on the final journey. Not only that, but it also claimed I'm a magnet to animals and people who need help, including my enemies.
Ironic... a two weeks before, a man jumped through the kitchen window of my house, and held me and my room mates hostage, untill my friend Allan noticed a katana under our table, and passed it under my trenchcoat. I revealed it to our unlucky burgaler, of whome then threatened to kill me. Yes he did try...
I don't know what to think, so I decided I would post it all here. Let people dig through the post and decipher it.
I know the date of the fight took place in 2012 but that was about it.
