"Communism for California" west coast riots from 2006 dream (update: streaming hive mind dream)

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Interesting dreams, OP.

Tell us more if you are still here.



What are the current events which coincide with your dreams?

glp effect FAIL.

head up folks.

glp effect is now null and void.

California news

looks like opie got this one

lol doom tards gonna doom.

GLP effect will exist as long as this site does.

It is law, your comment is null and void. Sorry to tell you.

Hi,
sorry I didn't see these last posts. I have had a couple more dreams. I'll post them soon. . .

Dream of Alien Encounter Feb 25, 2017

They had come to destroy everything. Not in malice or greed. But to cleanse the earth of a vileness that was becoming a danger to other life systems beyond our planet. The were taller, stronger, and at least equally intelligent. All of the ones I saw in the dream were male, about 7 feet tall, and glowed.

I dreamed that I was in possession of a key that had something to do with life and wellbeing of my area and the people I care for. There were other keys out there, but I didn't know who else had a key.(in this dream my husband and I were one person.)

I also knew that if I surrendered my key, I would be surrendering the lives of the people I take care of, as well as my own. So I ran and hid.

While I was hiding, I could see in my mind the aliens looking for us. I realized that they weren't evil, and that they had a very good reason to destroy Earth. They weren't bad at all - they were the caretakers, in some way. I saw one of them listening, in the sunlight with his eyes closed. Then I realized he was hearing the "CREATOR" but that he wasn't getting any help on finding me.

For some reason I suddenly lost my fear and left the shadows (I was in the forest) and walked out to face the aliens. The main one looked at me in surprise. I offered him my key, and we had a conversation that went something like this. Interestingly, the conversation wasn't "English" - it was more idea based.


"You offer this to me, knowing what I have come to do?" The Alien said.

"You are here because of us?" I asked.

“Humanity is the only species among all created beings to have defiled themselves completely,” he answered. “No other creature has willfully set about the work of destroying their own offspring and habitat. This cannot continue.”

“But there are some of us, who have not done these things. There are a few who have cared for what they have been given. Do you have to destroy us too?”

(at this point I was frantically trying to think of anyone I knew that has not committed the crimes he was citing. I could hardly think of anyone!)

“More than just the Earth is in danger now,” the alien said, presenting another argument. “We cannot let this vileness spread further.”

“No,”I agreed. “And I will fight with you, if it comes to that. But I’m asking you now: will you save the few who have kept themselves clean?
”
Others aliens stepped into the clearing around me and I shuddered with involuntary fear. They were armed and ready for war.

(okay, this next part was hard to translate from the ideas I heard in my dream into plain English.)

“So be it.” The alien warrior said, nodding in agreement. “But, be warned: To do as you have asked, we must shake the Earth with a violence that has never yet been known. Like the pure grains of wheat are sifted, we will sift the Earth. The shaking will reveal the chaff, the wind of trouble will separate them from you, and the fire of purification will consume them all.”

As he said this, it was as if I could see it all happening. It was overwhelmingly terrible. And yet, I saw it from his perspective--like cleaning something that was almost beyond reclamation.

I offered him my key again. He looked at it for a moment and then back at me.

I awoke at this point, believing that he had not taken my key. Somehow, I still have it.

Last Edited by ArchimedesGirl on 02/26/2017 07:25 PM

I posted a dream on this board somewhere about an entity named ALEC being destroyed by angry Mexicans. I can't find it now. Oh, well!

Anyway, here is a dream that I wrote as a poem.

We Ate the God of Play-Pretend
(from a dream)

I dreamt a vale where rivers ran
Verdant green spread o’er the land
Woodland folk, trees, beasts and man
Prospered in the lees.
I saw a giant idol stood
Hailed as “God of all that’s Good”
"He blessed us with (and he should)
Power, wealth, and ease."
Then I beheld his awesome height
Watched his body built of tithe
Worshippers of pagan rite
Made a god to please—
Pleasure themselves with play-pretend:
“Insurance and savings lend
Power to the sons of men.”
Sod will worship sod.
They built and worshiped day by day
The idol grew and held sway
Of fear o’er those sworn to say
That “it” was, “the god.”
I stood beyond, in passing stream
Deep in goodness of the dream
Not I, ‘lone, but others: mean,
Poor, outcast, and odd.
I saw a man with two-edged blade
Step out from the open glade
Th’ idol glared to make him ‘fraid
Th’ hero did not flee.
Throwing his sword so straight and true
Like a word it swiftly flew
Up and up and sank into
Th’ head of It, their King.
The idol wavered, tilted, fell
Began his descent to hell
With a sound like cracking bell
He fell at my feet.
Across the stream in which I stood
Th’ giant lay, like something wood
Water rushing o’er him could
Break and tear his form.
Then chunks and pieces of his make
Built of tithe for pretense sake
Loosened, floated down, away
Returned to some norm;
Now something useful, needed, or
Eatable by someone poor
Standing in the green land's source
They reaped a tithe and more
And that which had been lord of all
By lies and pretense since th’ Fall
Became fodder for us all,
Standing in the stream.

OP I want.a full list of ur precognitive dreams right now

Did you read all of these?

Archemidesgirl,

I presume that your choice of name holds a specific meaning for you.

would you care to eleborate? Archemedis studied things for a reason.

I really enjoyed the dream you shared of the aliens aka angels cleaning up the world. I've had similar experiences.

'they' are very unemotional and very 'matter of fact'.

i get a chuckle when people speak of angels with a sense of humor. Not the angels I've experienced. lol.

Hi!
Thank you for the interest. The name has dual meaning for me:

1) I am married to a Greek genius-inventor-mathematician so I think of myself as Archimedes' Girl. He is a constant inspiration...

2) I also have a great interest in the lesser known inventors of all times. Archimedes once said, ""Give me a place to stand on, and I will move the Earth." (speaking of the fulcrum)

This quote sums up my life and perspective!

Da Vinci is another favorite of mine, his notebooks are my oft companions.

Frankly, I find thinkers, observers, and inventors the most attractive people on Earth!

For anyone sharing that interest, I highly recommend the writings of Gerry Vassilatos:

[link to borderlandsciences.org (secure)]

Please, feel free to share your dream or experience with angels here, if you like.

Last Edited by ArchimedesGirl on 02/28/2017 09:38 PM

PS: The Creator God is the fulcrum, I am the very small person pulling the lever!

Yes all of em
More pls

You know what's weird I was just reading up on gerry today after reading something about vril.
Is tarted reading it than after some time I came back to this thread and there you were mentioning Gerry again.
Smells like synchronicity

Do you got like a database of ur dreams that you could share

Used to, but not anymore. Server was wiped and I lost most of them.

In my experience, it is important to ask a thoughtful, or intense (something that matters a lot to me) question (usually before sleep.)

Then, I find I don't get the answer I expect - but I do get a very meaningful response. It's as though asking a sincere, thoughtful question provokes an interaction with God.

Example: Once I was stressing out over my self-perspective, wishing I was more confident - or had more reason to be confident. I had prayed for peace inside of myself. I had this dream, which is written in detail, aka: long. I doubt it will be a thrill to doom-seekers, but it is an insight into me and my relationship with my Maker. I'll post it next.

Child of Light
(a dream)
I leaped over a fallen tree covered with poison vines, trying to keep my bare feet from scraping the leaves as I cleared the obstacle by a hairsbreadth. The distant sound of the baying hounds lent me speed.

I knew they wouldn’t catch me. I was so far ahead of the others, I’d been running alone for miles. The last runners I’d passed were relaxing in a hot spring. They shouted at me as I flew by, “you should soak those sore muscles - you’ll be faster if you stop and rest.”

I wondered if that were true. Maybe I should have stopped. Since the very beginning I’d persisted with my desperate plan of “don’t let anything but death stop you.” Maybe I was taking it too far. But I really, really wanted to get there.

They said he’d be waiting at the end. He was the prize. Nothing else was worth stopping for. Not rest. Not fear. Not the wise prevue of maps and religious alternatives. Somehow, deep down in my gut, I knew: there was only one way to get there; to give it everything I had, right to the point of death. So I did. I wanted that prize.

I’d lost my shoes miles ago. My clothing was in rags, ripped to shreds by the thorns and vines in the path. My skin was cut and bruised. But I was amazed at my own strength. It must be that he wanted me to win - he was giving me strength so I could reach him! I laughed aloud. It was the only sound in the dense forest. Everyone and everything was so far behind, only silence was my companion now.

Suddenly I broke out of the dense greenery and stumbled onto the open sand of a beach. Had I made it—already? I staggered with the surprise and my own momentum. The sun was setting over the deep blue of a vast ocean, and a golden pathway reached the beach. I squinted into the light and saw a figure standing there, waiting.

It was him! I ran unsteadily across the sand, eager joy fairly bursting my already thundering heart.

It wasn’t him.

I came to a stop and felt my strength draining, leaving me limp and weak. I fell to my knees, staring at the bright messenger who appeared to stand on the water’s edge.
“Where is he?” I gasped. “I made it.”

“Yes, you made it. A remarkable race!” The messenger said, glowing brighter as he spoke.

“Well, where is he? They said if I got here, I could see him. I could be with him forever.” I looked up and down the beach, and craned my neck to look beyond the messenger, and into the sinking sun. For the first time, I saw something else in the water, silhouetted by the sunset. But I was completely focused on my goal.

“Where is he?!” I repeated, almost angry at the delay.

“Yes,” said the messenger warrior. “You made it. You can see him and be with him forever. Nothing can prevent you now. But—“

“But, what!” I exclaimed, staggering to my feet again.

“It’s not time yet,” he explained, (could it be?) sheepishly.

“You can wait here, and rest until it’s time.”

“When?” I cried in terrible dismay. “I ran like crazy. . . When is it time?”

“When your life is passed,” the bright figure replied. “It usually takes a lifetime. I don’t know how you got here so quickly. A remarkable race! When your life has passed, then you’ll be able to see him.”

“No!” I shouted. “What’s the point? Where is he?”

The warrior turned and looked behind him, and I saw standing in the ocean two very great pillars. At the top, some 80 feet up in the air there was a great door standing on a threshold. There was nothing that I could see on either side of the door. It stood in space above the vast ocean like a portal no one could reach; unless they could fly, or stood at least 80 feet tall.

The messenger saw my terrible disappointment. “Rest,” he urged. “It is very nice here on the beach. You will feel better tomorrow.”

Then, as though he were avoiding further conversation, the angelic being turned quickly and walked across the waves. When he reached the great pillars standing in the waves, he began to ascend as though he were in an invisible elevator.

At that moment a plan began to formulate in my mind. Through the night I sat on the beach and looked at the pillars. I watched the tide come in, and marked how high it got. I watched it begin to go out again. Maybe that invisible elevator would work for me too, if I could just swim that far.

Before the tide had reached it’s lowest point, and when the sun was high in the sky, I started my long swim out to the pillars. I knew it would be further than it looked, but I was still surprised at the strength of the water. Long before I reached the pillars, I was exhausted.

But finally I was there. I clung to the side of one pillar, trying to find a moment of rest. There was nothing to hold onto. Where was that dang elevator? I swam around and around each pillar, and dove under the water, searching for a secret mechanism. There was none. At last I realized the truth. I’d have to swim back to shore or drown.

Drown. Well, that would answer my quest as well. The warrior said to wait until my life was over. Instinctively I knew that drowning myself was not what he had meant. Would it disqualify me? I couldn’t take that chance. But, I could keep trying until I did drown!

I judged the circumference of one of the pillars and swallowed a mouthful of water in my excitement as a new idea hit me. Taking off the ragged tunic I was wearing, I wrapped it around the backside of one of the pillars. It took several minutes of struggling against the waves to finally get one end of it in each hand.

With the ends of my sling secured in each hand, I began to work my way up out of the water like a native climbing a coconut tree. My naked body shivered with exhaustion and cold but still I worked, inching my way higher.

I had scarcely cleared the water when I lost my grip and fell back with a splash. But I wasn’t tired enough to drown, so there was nothing to do but try again.

This time I made it twenty feet into the air. My skin had completely dried. My hands had stiffened into permanent claws around the fabric. The tide was coming back in, and a stiff wind began to blow as a storm darkened the horizon.

I went back to work, inching my way up higher and higher. My whole life’s journey played through my memory as I climbed, a reminder of how difficult the path had been at times, how unlikely it was I had even made it this far.

I didn’t look down again until I had reached the top. The threshold loomed above me like a ceiling with edges that could not be crossed. I clung to my sling, which was now dry and significantly weaker because of that dryness. How was I to get over the lip of the threshold?

I needed to leap outward and grab hold of the edge without falling or slipping, and then manage to lift myself over the edge and onto the threshold. Once there, I must dress back into my tunic and figure out a way to open the great door.

Wait. How could I do all this with my tunic in hand? There was no way. I’d have to leave it behind and go through the door (if I made it over the threshold) stark naked.

For a moment I hesitated. Then, suddenly I saw myself, clinging to the pillar, eighty feet in the air above a stormy ocean as the sun set in the west. I laughed aloud: naked was the only way to go.

With a desperate leap, aided with a defiant shriek, I sprang away from the pillar and toward the overhanging lip of the threshold.

It’s always the unexpected that gets me. This time, it was the fact my hands had been clenched for so long, they would not easily unbend. Yet, somehow I hung precariously from the edge by my curled fingers, my weight resting on frozen knuckles.

There was no earthly way I could have had the strength to catch and hold myself in such a way. The assurance he wanted me to make it — that he was helping me make it — filled me with joy and determination once again.

A moment later I was lifting my body over the edge.

Naked and completely spent, I laid there on the
threshold breathing deeply and nursing my bruised knuckles until a crack of thunder and lightening stretched across the sky. Sharp, cold blasts of rain served as motivation.

I scrambled to my feet and stood in front of the door. It wouldn’t open, I was sure of that. Some password or super power was surely required. With boldness rooted in the absence of expectation, I pushed against the door, and lo, it opened enough for me to peer inside.

My first impression was of light, color, and size. Everything was bigger and bolder and brighter than the world I knew. There were living beings standing around talking and doing various things. I had the impression of a road or path leading from the door. He was probably at the end of that path.

I felt a surge of excitement again. Then I looked down at my small, naked body, blue from the cold rain, and paused. They would never let me near him. I would have to go fast. Run. Just like all of my life — I had to run until I reached him.

So with the persistence that had gotten me thus far, I threw open the door and began the last lap of my race. I heard a living being, much like the messenger that had met me at the beach, exclaim,

“What is she doing here?”

Another cried, “What is that?”

And yet another, “She’s not supposed to be here!”

I leaped and sped past them all. The light was so bright I could not see clearly, but the path before me was defined enough to follow, and so I chased it to the end.

It was not long before I arrived at a long line of people standing in queue, many of which seemed injured or in need. Yes, he was at the end of this line! I stopped at the end, feeling obliged to wait in turn, but I heard a crowd of my pursuers approaching. I hesitated, dancing from one foot to the other with anxiety.

“Sorry!” I called to the people in queue as I stepped out of line and began to sprint past them all. “Sorry, so sorry. . . I have to. . . sorry. . .”

Then I saw him. He sat on the steps of a dais below a throne, receiving the people who had come to see him. Each one went away healed or answered in some way. I felt a moment of pain, seeing myself as I must look at that moment; so pathetic, unkempt and bare.

The queue of people I was passing fell back from me, as though to maintain a safe distance while the strong warrior chasing me swiped again and missed. I dove, as though for home base, at the feet of him I had been seeking all my life. But at that last moment, I was afraid to look at him: the King of kings.

“I made it!” I gasped. “They said if I got to you, I could stay forever. That’s what they said. If I got here then I could stay. Please!”

The messenger pursuing me was the same I had spoken with on the beach. He did not look at me now, but at his master. “My Lord, I apologize. I don’t know how she got here. It isn’t possible. I’ll take her away.”

“No! You said when I got here I’d never have to leave again!” I cried, cringing at the feet of the King. He had not spoken yet. Why had he not spoken? At last I looked up into his face.

He was laughing. Not just smiling, but laughing, deeply, and with genuine enjoyment of the situation. Brown eyes twinkled in a face that I already knew. There was nothing restive or worried about his brow. Nothing pensive or hesitant about his generous mouth. Nothing reserved or deceiving in his eyes. Just looking at him took away every last bit of my anxiety and fear over being thrown out again.

I was home. I had made it.

“She’s here,” he said simply to the frustrated messenger. “It isn’t the common story. But it is a good one.”

“I can stay?” I asked in a low voice, turning away from all the straining eyes in the line of people watching us.

“Yes. You can stay.” He answered me directly, smiling.

“Right here?” I persisted. “I’ll be quiet and still. If I can just sit here for a while, close enough to see you and hear you. . .”

“You can stay,” he repeated patiently, smiling. Then he looked back at the next person waiting in line.

The messenger backed away and left me there.

I don’t know how long I must have sat there, just watching his face, and listening to his voice. It was like being recreated. Everything in me became brand new, grew strong, bloomed and bore fruit as I soaked him in like rain and sunshine.

At last I became aware of the people in line again. I watched as a limping man walked away with a straight leg, and a bent woman stood up strong. Sometime later I saw the same people in line again. The same ailments were back and had to be healed again - although they didn’t seem quite as crippled as they had been before. I watched long enough to see that the ailments came from their own perspectives, and that it took some time for that to change. He healed them again and again, patiently waiting for their understanding to grow.

Then I saw a man in line who had no ailment. He was strong and bright. A beard like a waterfall of light fell to his waist. When he approached the King, I saw that they were old friends. They laughed together, and shared a conversation. I saw that the strong man had been around for a while. Then he looked at me, and nodded,

“Who is this child of light?” he asked the King.

“She ran the race, and couldn’t wait,” the King answered with a smile. “She climbed the pillars and broke through the door.”

They laughed together, but I was perplexed. Did he mean me?

“Who?” I asked. “Who is the child of light?”

“You,” he answered, and his smile ran all the way through me like a ray of warmth. “Look at yourself.”

So I did. I was glowing like a lamp, too bright to even see my own nakedness. I looked like flame, sitting there at his feet.

“Why?” I asked, “How can this be?” Even as I asked, I knew. He nodded.

“You’re full of me. Full of my words and my thoughts. Empty of everything unclean or fearful.”

“I want to stay like this. Will I stay like this if I’m not with you?” I asked him.

He shook his head, and I knew he could not explain all the facets of the truth to me at that moment. “No. Other things will distract you. It’s hard, but you will learn. . .”

“What if I hear your voice? Can you speak to me even if I’m not with you?”

He looked pleased and nodded. “Yes. If you listen, I will.”

“I’ll listen.” I said eagerly and then corrected myself, “I’ll try to listen—like I tried to get here.”

“Then,” he said, “you will always be a child of light.”

That was inspiring tho I don't like to use the word God
Cuz here's the thing:
We WERE created by ET and put on this planet that were shitting on
The ET were created on their respective planets but Mother Nature( the source)
Me, you, the planet, solar system, galaxy and all the rest all of it together is the source of all things
We are of the source( an individualized sphere of the conscienceness) but together we ARE the source.
Like bubbles inside of a bigger massive bubble. The massive bubble the source and the smaller ones thenvarious spheres of consciencness.
Now here's where it's get mind boggling. You can go for the biggest effin bubble and it goes on forever and also you can go for the smallest bubble which that one goes forever too.
Cuz after all it's a matter of perspective.
Anyway Do you have dreams regarding any earth quakes?
Such of those occurring in the mid states around fault lines like new Madrid and the like.
Last night I dreamt of one

I understand your dislike of the word "God". It has so many interpretations, most of which result in self-justification of a destructive lifestyle. I personally think of him as "the Existing One" or "the Word" or "the Creator." Why? Because he describes himself this way. He is the resonance, the sound that was from the beginning. The resonance all things are made of and from.

I believe the Creator wanted a companion that is capable of interacting with him. A lover and a friend. I think he has tried more than once with various creations. But we, humanity, are the first creation to be made in the Creator's own image. It was a gamble, for his nature is infinite, it cannot be extinguished - and he breathed himself into us. And then. . .

He stepped back, took his hands off the wheel, and said, "you are free to be what you choose, as I am free. But I hope, you will choose me."

There are other players in this story, former created beings with a vindictive motivation to hurt or destroy anything the Creator might make. Humans who have chosen to unravel the fabric of nature and "unmake" themselves into something that will eventually self-destruct. . .

But there are a few that hear the music - the resonance that is the Existing One, from which we came. And those of us, are his lover and his friend. We are still "becoming". I have no doubt, that like you said, we will "together" become a companion fit for "God."

I know him so intimately - his voice, his humor and sense of irony - his patience and hope for a creation he loves, but refuses to control - to deny him would be to deny my own existence.

Which some have done.

I will answer your earthquake dream question next. . .

Last Edited by ArchimedesGirl on 03/01/2017 02:18 PM

I would like to hear your earthquake dream too. . .


I dreamed this sometime in 2008, I think.

I40 Under Water

I was someone else in this dream (not uncommon for me to see through someone else's eyes), a young, professional woman in her late 20's. She was at a location that appeared to be a hotel or conference type room/building on I40 somewhere between Nashville and Memphis I think. She might have been slightly west of Nashville - not sure. In any case, Nashville was about 30 minutes drive away. But the Interstate between her and the city was under water.

I saw semi trucks and cars mostly or entirely submerged. The water was not clear, but was also not terribly muddy, making me believe the situation that had caused the flooding had happened fairly recently, but was "over" and now the rescue work was beginning.

There were rescue boats out. The lobby of the room she was in had a lot of people wrapped in blankets and drinking tea. The water was cold, although it didn't seem to be winter.

A rescue worker (a guy) was in the room, and flirted with the girl on and off. He offered to let her come with him on his next trip out in the boat. She wanted to come and put on a wet suit that he gave her. He said that when the day was over maybe they would go to dinner in Nashville.

This bit of information stuck out to me in the dream. I saw the city partly surrounded by water, but also that life was still going on as normal to some degree in Nashville, while other people (where the water had flooded) were dead.

She called her brother on her cell phone (this also seemed significant) and asked him if he would meet them for dinner later too. . . She didn't trust the rescue worker, but did want to hang out. LOL.

I woke up while they were boating around, and I was seeing the floating cars and that the water was still moving, sluggishly south.

When I awoke my first thought was that there had been an earthquake (the New Madrid) and that the great lakes had emptied. But I don't know if that thought is accurate.

I've gotta go, but I'll be back in a few hours. . .

Wow very well said.
I guess the most beautiful thing about him is his unconditional love.
Constant acceptance no matter what path one would choose
It really is a blessing in disguise and its what makes it all so refreshing.
Like playing a video game. It's all so new and exciting in the beginning when you just start playing it. Learning everything new
Maybe this life is like that too and the goal is to find your way back or rather be reminded of the way back cause it was there all along.

Hmm pretty weird that Poeple were living life like nothing had happened
Does your dreams only occur in the Us?
I kinda feel like pople who grew up or have any connection to a certain class or try would have the dreams occur there.
In my earthquake dream I was back in my family home with relatives over
Can't remember if it was me who was there or I was seeing through someone in the family.
But then ground began to shake and I has that sinking feeling. Moments later I felt as the building was about to fall down and then the dream went. I guess I died or whatever.
Any dreams of space planets or comets?

Country*

It should be very alarming that lotta Poeple have the same dreams of foreign us invasions and intermediate events.

There is a comet dream on page 2 of this thread - a dream my husband had, actually. He has had some pretty interesting ones from time to time as well.

I have dreamed about the situation in Mexico (also in this thread), and on the South Pacific islands. I had a dream that occured in northern Laos (Southeast Asia) and some in India that were difficult to understand. One in China. One in Israel.

The underlying message in all of them was "you should have been in the mountains already. . ." People waited too long.

Mostly the dreams take place in different areas of the United States; small town scenarios, big city scenarios, one in an Amish community, one in a poor trailer park, hispanic area, a few in really wealthy white areas. They are like puzzles to a large picture.

In last several years I've had dreams about the political setting that brings what "Christians" call "the mark" and what it is.

If anything in particular concerns someone, I can also ask/pray, and see if God gives an answer. Typically people's questions are not,

"what should I do" but

"how can I get ___" .

That ^^blank can be filled in with: life, safety, money, peace, etc... and the second question is not usually answered. The first, if asked without qualifications, usually is.

Does that political stance look like anything that's on today ? Like trump vs liberal/socialist/communist?
So if u ask what you should do for the coming apocalypse you get response? Maybe their ET
What do you think about three days of darkness
Or better eclipse

I tried to answer this question with a dream I had about the man who installs the ID chip/mark and why - I was briefly banned for some reason. Clearing my cookies got me back, but I don't know what word I used that might have banned me.

Okay, wow. I tried again, and I don't know why - it seems like just regular words. . . but I get banned when I post it. I guess you'll have to find out the hard way. Bummer.