Home » Just Plain WEIRD
| Title | Picture | |
|---|---|---|
| add to favorites | Prepper Weekend |
No Picture |
| I dreamed I invited a bunch of people to spend the weekend at my house so they could see the supplies I have, how to plant a garden, various gadgets that might be useful, etc. All the people who came were strangers to me. We discovered a tree on my property that was growing some unknown tropical fruit. The atmosphere was rather happy. Everyone was acting as if they were at a fun weekend sleep-over. | ||
| add to favorites | Assigned Intel Groups |
No Picture |
|
Lincoln NE 3:45am A large, dark skinned and powerful commander was assigning code names for the imminent mission. "Number One - BATTALION....." I heard two others but focused on BATTALION (<sp?). |
||
| add to favorites | Numbers and Butterflies |
No Picture |
|
Lincoln NE 6am 3 parts I saw a stream of binary code that I couldn't begin to track, then 2P+Kb (the 2 was very small), and a large, stationary (painted or decal) butterfly in several locations. It could have been a moth but large and colorful. |
||
| add to favorites | Matrix Format Grid |
No Picture |
|
Lincoln NE 3am I've had this dream in one way or another several times in the last 6 months or so. I find myself in so-called neighborhood clusters of pods with walkways between them - experience pods in uniform groupings, some of them in tiers. As I was just waking up I finally understood what they were. I have returned more than once to one pod in particular; drawn to it, remembering it with a sweet fondness. I understood they were formatted lifetime learning/experience life centers where we are all hooked up, believing our experience is real. Each section of 12 or 16 rectangular or square ssections of connected pods have variations in the learning experience. Those in one particular pod experienced, met, interacted within that section but sometimes experienced bleed throughs from the other sections they were connected to. These bleed throughs are often what cause us to know "there is more" and we begin to question life's purpose, our own purpose, what-does-it-all-mean. Other separate pod blocks were entirely different life. |
||
| add to favorites | The Gender Farm |
No Picture |
|
The Gender Farm My preceding dream prior to this one was one of horrendous killings, it was kill or be killed, and it was abhorrent. I found myself in medical infirmary. There were rows of beds filled only with men. They all appeared to be prepped for surgery or being prepped for surgery. They were being attended by women nurses that all appeared strangely masculine. As I walked up the aisle between the rows of beds I could not discern anything wrong with the men. I stopped to question one of the manly looking nurses and asked what was wrong with these men, she advised me to ask the doctor. I decided at that time to leave the infirmary, but as I turned to go, I was grabbed by several orderlies. I protested as they grabbed me and placed me on one of the beds and began an IV. I asked the patient in the bed next to me what was going on. He informed me that the ugly nurses were once men and that this was a castration facility and this place was known as the gender farm. I immediately pulled the IV from my arm and rush down the aisle to the Doctor and questioned him as to want was going on. He advised me that when I arrived at the facility, I answered a question on a survey with an affirmative response. The question asked was whether I was afraid to die. Answering affirmatively deemed me unsuitable for breeding. Immediately I told him I misunderstood the question and that I was not afraid to die but that I merely did not wish to. He indicated that in order to avoid castration there was only one alternative, I would have to prove my assertion as required by others. At this point in the dream it was not implicitly stated but the gist of the dream was that in this new world only the strongest specimen’s could survive and only the best physical specimen were chosen as breeding stock. Little did I know what the process involved? I was taken out of the infirmary in a single file line of men. Just on either side was a 10 ft chained linked fence topped by looped razor barbwire. In front was a large enclosed arena, again topped with barbwire, it resembled what it was, a killing field. As we were led around the compound there was a large shower area where a handful of men were performing hand to hand martial arts drills. We were told these men had survived to the second level of testing. From there we were taken to a holding pen 100ft away but in plain view of the arena. Inside the arena was a monstrously large frightful man. It was he who we would face in single combat. We were all ordered to proceed down a long thin 100 ft corridor to face the giant. As I was the last one in line, I began my meditation in preparation for flight. Flight in my dreams has always been a possibility for me. But somehow, something was different this time, for although I was gaining altitude my lift was being impeded. It was at the last possible moment that I cleared height of the barbwire fence. As I cleared the fence my normal abilities to fly returned and my captors noticed my escape. As I circled overhead I saw the first encounter with the giant. With little waste of time, he split his first victims head wide open with his double bladed axe. The second entry however was surprising; the giant was facing one of his own troops. The second giant was smaller than the first but was also much quicker and after several brief exchanges he also laid opens his opponents head. While the second giant turned his attention to face and taunt the next victim, I saw an opportunity to strike, flying down into the arena I snatched up the first giant’s double bladed axe. Turning to see me the second giant rushed forward and futility swung his axe at me flying out of reach. After several futile, angry swings and misses by the giant, I opened his head. It then became incumbent on me to become the axe man, but having seen enough killing I took my leave. Knowing that in doing so I would become a hunted fugitive/refugee. |
||
| add to favorites | Behind the Curtain |
No Picture |
|
February 15, 2012 Dream pieces recalled...Looking toward the West. There is an approaching storm brewing and a Tornado imminent. I try to warn the people in advance and enter a home to tell all to seek shelter...when all of a sudden a blue curtain is drawn/closed across the room and the tornado stays behind the curtain ravaging everything, causing major chaos and damage. Next dream piece remembered before waking was something about Armenia....check out ARMENIA...and I woke up... |
||
| add to favorites | Space shuttle crashed, I was helping the survivor |
No Picture |
|
I do not remember too much of this dream except for how vivid it was. I was outside in some sort of field near perhaps a suburban residential area. Along the horizon we saw a space shuttle which looked to be on approach to land but appeared to be in distress. The shuttle bobbed up and down and hit the ground hard, flipping and then breaking into pieces. We ran over to find a female astronaut alive and conscious. [NOTE: this may have been an artifact from hearing of Astronaut Janice Voss dying this week to cancer] The female astronaut is alive when we reach the scene and is moving around. We tell her to stay still since she is injured, but she cannot hear us and is asking if we can hear her. We tell her yes, and that her eardrums must be ruptured. We try to calm her and ask (by motioning and mouthing the words) how many are in the wreckage and she told us that there is "a dozen in there, they are all dead". The dream was vivid. The day was moderate temperature, some high clouds but otherwise fair. The wreckage was in a field with pleasant green grass. The air smelled of smoke and burning electronics from the shuttle. When she told us there were a dozen dead, that really hit us emotionally. I have no recollection of who was with me but it was only two of us and the astronaut. |
||
| add to favorites | George/Cliff |
No Picture |
|
A month to a month and a half ago I had this dream that I don't remember anything about. Except for one thing that stood out. George and Cliff were arrested. It was big news, even on MSM. Hope I didn't glimpse the future. |
||
| add to favorites | Dimensional Fabric Visions |
No Picture |
|
2/8/2012 20:00 – 20:50 EST Flood of Dreams, Hard to Understand After dinner, I went upstairs and finished my first try at doing the income taxes. I finished up a little before 8 PM, and suddenly felt so sleepy that I could hardly stay awake. I managed to get to the bedroom and laid down on the bed in my clothes for a nap. Almost immediately, I began to experience vivid dreams as if in a movie theater, many dreams coming rapidly one after another. They were without apparent linkage, and difficult to understand. Here's what I remember, and it seems to be only a small part of them; I remember seeing numbers and letters going by my field of vision, similar to what you see when a program is loading into an older computer. Sometimes the numbers and letters were in a line, sometimes a plane, sometimes 3 dimensions and perhaps 4 or more dimensions. They moved by me very rapidly. Sometimes it was like watching the screen of a computer, and sometimes it was as if I was traveling rapidly through the numbers and letters along many axes of space at once. Imagine black numbers suspended in three dimensional graph paper, very square and orderly rows on three axes. Then you drive a submarine through this 3-D alphabet soup while the numbers and letters course through and all around you. As you go, the numbers and letters at each position stay where they are, but they change to other letters and numbers with your movement, and the background colors of the 3-D graph paper change as well-- This seems to describe motion through a number and letter matrix of at least 5 dimensions (LxWxHxTxC; Length, Width, Height, Time, Color). There were graphs going by in rapid succession. They were graphs of lines, planes, and incomprehensible green spaces, relationships of sets of numbers and characters to each other-- I did not understand any of them. Then I was looking at a cloth, maybe cotton or muslin, with off-white threads one way, and white, blue, and black threads making a pattern the other way. The weave formed a dark pattern on the off-white cloth that somewhat resembled the gingham pattern, but my focus never backed away enough to see the big picture of it. My view zoomed in close, as if looking at cloth through a microscope, and when I was very close, each of the dark patches became filled with the letters and numbers again—Each colored patch a tiny fractal universe of numbers. Then my view zoomed back out, and it appeared to be cloth again. It was not cloth, but something that looked superficially like cloth. I saw images of snow leopards with fractal black stripes on them. On the haunches, they had spiral fractals in black. I think it could be called a 'thorn pattern,' but don't know why I think that. They appeared to be murals in a hallway. There was a picture of a cow, deer, or some other animal, sliced perhaps diagonally along the length of its body. It looked like a CT-scan, but in full real color of the organs and bones—yet with no blood. It distressed me, and I looked away. There was an outdoor scene with chaos, but I can't quite remember it. There was a cube glowing orange-red at the top of a mountain of cloth, covered with a cloth at first, but then the cover was taken away. As I got closer, it was not exactly a cube, but longer on the 'width' side, so that four of the six faces were golden/fibonacci rectangles. It looked exactly like it was made of orange-hot iron, yet it was not hot. It illuminated the cloth mountain beneath it and shone through the cloth that was over it, but the background of that scene was darker than midnight. All the time I was dreaming these things, I knew I was dreaming. I kept trying to open my eyes. Sometimes I succeeded, but I would close them and the dreams would take off again. My son came into the room at one point, flicked the lights on and off several times to wake me up, and asked me if I knew where his dental retainer was. I didn't know, he left, and the dreams resumed. After about 50 minutes of this, I managed to get out of bed and get a drink of water. Everything about this occurrence is unusual for me. I do not usually dream this way. My dreams are almost never 'lucid,' and usually when I become self-aware in a dream, the dream ends quickly. I also very rarely nap, since I have sleep apnea and in order to sleep without suffocating, I have to put on a pressurized CPAP mask. I almost never take a nap at 8 PM. What's the point? Might as well just go to bed! But for some reason I could not resist the urge to lie down at once and go to sleep. I'm not convinced that this really was sleep. It was more like a vision. I have never used any recreational substances, but it resembled descriptions of hallucinogenic trips that I have read about, although without any prodrome or pre-hallucinatory experiences. |
||
| add to favorites | Great Pyramid and the Human Heart |
No Picture |
| Lastnight's lucid dream was an explanation of how the Great Pyramid is a representation of the human heart. The Kings chamber being the seat of the soul within the human heart and starting point to escape the material prison, towards the realm of immortal oneness with the divine. The Air Chambers leading from the Kings Chamber were described as being soul escape routes and the angle of ascent was the 'KEY' for passage out of the materium. I don't know much about the pyramids so this message was very intriguing for me. When I woke up this morning I compared diagrams of the heart and pyramid to see what similarities were present. If this makes sense to anyone send me a message. | ||