Mom died in December, she came to me in a dream last night with dire warnings.

She was young and beautiful again. And she told me, "You will be blessed, and cursed, to live far longer than you wanted." She also told me I would live to see the darkest days of man and lose so many along the way. And that I would live to see a new dawn.

I asked her about my son, my wife, my family, my friends. She would not speak of any of them, but just told me to "hold fast." Her father-in-law, my grandfather, was a Navy man and Naval history nut and used the term all the time. She told me to do my best and try to keep my heart and love I have.

She got up and walked out of the cozy coffee shop that I didn't recognize. Then the dream skipped around and it's not as clear. However, toward the end, I had the recurring dream. Clint Eastwood dies, they announce it on TV, then in a few days all hell breaks loose. Not that Eastwood is the cause, just that he's the marker of the event.

Prayers, thoughts, and love to you all.

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I believe you OP. My mom passed in Jan. She was poltergeist like for awhile. Hasn’t come to my dreams yet. My Dad did the very night of his funeral

Your story resonated with me OP, for 2 reasons-

I should preface by saying that on occasion I do have profound dreams that seem to come true or be more than, as another poster suggested (and which I believe are the majority of dreams) projections from one's unconscious. One example is on the morning of 9/11 I dreamed the Pentagon was under attack- it was surrounded by a battalion of Marines (I served as a Marine, so there is the personalized component from my psyche) and there were terrorists inside- a nuclear device was in a chamber deep beneath the surface and they were threatening to blow it all to hell. I woke up, turned on the TV and the first image I saw was the Pentagon burning.

Many years ago I had a dream of an apocalyptic scenario which caused people to need to cluster in large underground facilities- I was in one with all males, it felt sorta like prison or the military only it wasn't- we all had to be there only it didn't feel against our will... shit got bad, food, sanitation was in a dire situation. I don't remember all the details as it was a long time ago- I'll have to check my dream journals and see if I documented it (this occurred long before I took the 'red pill' and deep dived into conspiracy theories). Now the good part, at some point the doors opened and we went out- there was no more mechanized anything, I walked down a path through lush green hills and such and would come across small settlements of people doing daily living things like bartering and i essence enjoying their lives- it had a hippy, peace, love and granola vibe of sorts- the air was clean, there was plenty to go around etc.



The second reason your story resonated with me is less of something I want to go into detail here, but will as I feel like the hour grows near and people need to get ready- physically, mentally and spiritually. On occasion, I am prone to the 'sleep paralysis' phenomena, complete with an 'entity' wanting to gain entrance into my being. It almost always happens right when I fall asleep and I can typically either wake myself up or make enough noise to get my wife to wake up and help me get out of it.

The last three nights in a row I have had one of these (this frequency has never occurred before), only they are becoming progressively more profound- the last 2 nights they were a 'dream in a dream' I woke myself up and I was in bed with my wife, only it was still the dream. the entity the first two nights restrained me from behind and would attempt to make me do unsavory things such as drink urine- I would manage to wrestle an arm free and poke it in the eye or something before my wife would hear me and wake me up for real.

Last night was a whole 'nuther level- it was a full frontal assault- the thing turned into animals, dragged me from bed and was in essence kicking my ass, physically. it was dark so I couldn't really see it, but it would change into a beast and charge me and I would squat down and engage it's charge- but it was powerful and resourceful. I was in my room, only it wasn't, etc. after what felt like about 15 min. of combat with this fucking thing I woke-up. My wife says I didn't make a single noises or make any movement whatsoever that she could detect.

It freaked me out so bad I was actually impressed and amazed at what happened- I had to get up, meditate and regain my composure as this was a life altering type of event- IDK I just felt I should share.

geez, not exactly rosy, but we can already tell things are on their way down

I’ve been dreaming about the ocean lately, and I had my own dream ten years ago about an exodus from China and the traffic ticket marker that started it

I got a ticket a couple of years ago and I never get tickets


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my traffic ticket was like you said about Eastwood, it is just a marker

you said toward the end you had the recurring dream

so the Eastwood dying timeline is your recurring dream? geez, he’s old, he must be about to go anytime

I'LL TAKE THIS AS LEGIT! THANK U FOR THE 'MARKER' OP! PEACE..FOR AS LONG AS IT LASTS...UH,CAPMAN.

People can live into their 100s..my great grandmother lived till 102...people live up to, 120...

George burns lived till 100 I think with cigar in hand...

My neighbor lived till 93...his next door neighbor was 96...

But ya Clint could go easily into his 100s..or die today..

The skipping around after he dies before all hell breaks loose may mean there will be some time between the two events. Use that in between time to get last minute preps.

Eastwood could die anyday. I just looked him up. He is 92!

They didn't make it.
She would have said SOMETHING if they did.

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May i also add Clint Eastwood is an American archetype of sorts. Think of all the things his image embodies. Strength,discipline, toughness, roughness,old west kind of grit and on and on. Americana. Dead. Think about it.

She was young and beautiful again. And she told me, "You will be blessed, and cursed, to live far longer than you wanted." She also told me I would live to see the darkest days of man and lose so many along the way. And that I would live to see a new dawn.

I asked her about my son, my wife, my family, my friends. She would not speak of any of them, but just told me to "hold fast." Her father-in-law, my grandfather, was a Navy man and Naval history nut and used the term all the time. She told me to do my best and try to keep my heart and love I have.

She got up and walked out of the cozy coffee shop that I didn't recognize. Then the dream skipped around and it's not as clear. However, toward the end, I had the recurring dream. Clint Eastwood dies, they announce it on TV, then in a few days all hell breaks loose. Not that Eastwood is the cause, just that he's the marker of the event.

Prayers, thoughts, and love to you all.

All my Dad said was, hon, it’s about to get real bad.

She was young and beautiful again. And she told me, "You will be blessed, and cursed, to live far longer than you wanted." She also told me I would live to see the darkest days of man and lose so many along the way. And that I would live to see a new dawn.

I asked her about my son, my wife, my family, my friends. She would not speak of any of them, but just told me to "hold fast." Her father-in-law, my grandfather, was a Navy man and Naval history nut and used the term all the time. She told me to do my best and try to keep my heart and love I have.

She got up and walked out of the cozy coffee shop that I didn't recognize. Then the dream skipped around and it's not as clear. However, toward the end, I had the recurring dream. Clint Eastwood dies, they announce it on TV, then in a few days all hell breaks loose. Not that Eastwood is the cause, just that he's the marker of the event.

Prayers, thoughts, and love to you all.

You heard it here first, my friends. When Clint Eastwood dies, the feces will make contact with the rotary oscillator and y'all can kiss your asses goodbye!

Heard this from an uncle, of course.

I should also add, I have always been a huge Eastwood fan and loved his movies ever since watching them on the Sunday afternoon movie as a kid in the 70's- Guy was my hero.

Utter bullshit.