Mammatus
Interdimensional Alien

These two dreams are from Thursday night and Wednesday night. They were definitely strange dreams, and my mind is still reeling from them.

I'll start with the first one.


American Gestapo-

In this dream, I was sitting at a desk, looking at a large orange book with the title covering it in large black bold letters. Something about America.

As I opened the book, I noticed that it was not full of words like I had expected it to be. In fact, it was nothing but pictures with a few captions here and there. As I flipped through the book, recognising pictures such as Dr. King's "I have a dream.." speech, something strange started happening.

The pictures began moving, like a movie.

After I flipped past the 9/11 pictures and those of the present time, I came to a section that I had not heard of or seen before. None of these moving pictures were captioned, but they caught my attention the same way a headline about an atrocious act does.

The first picture I focused on was one of a parade. But it was not a happy parade. And although many of the men who were in the picture were marching in military formation, they were not wearing the usual formal military clothing. Their uniforms were grayish-blue and upon closer inspection, I heard myself say "They look like the Schutzstaffel".
A friend was sitting next to me and nodded, and we both sat in mesmerised silence as the picture continued. Towards the end of the parade, was a small group of men who were wearing the same style of clothing only without insignia, medals and entirely black. I remember thinking "American Gestapo", before I realised they were marching out of formation, throwing rocks into windows, yelling, running onto sidewalks to frighten women and their children. They looked angry, and were very, very violent.


Then I flipped the page and something strange happened. I was sucked into the next picture, and was viewing the scene as if I was a non-existant entity. Around me, I watched as long lines of women, men and children; marched drearily past me. But there was something strange about it. They were all covered in nothing but mere rags, they were mostly non-Caucasian Americans; and they wore nothing but worried, scared or sad expressions. Here and there, I could hear children crying in the distance, and their mothers trying to hush them in their native tongues.

There was a loud thundering sound, and a large horse carrying a man dressed like the "American Gestapo" in the previous picture, rode up. He was carrying a baton in his belt and a whip was in his hand. He used this whip to slash people in the crowd, yelling at them to "hurry up".

There were a few other men on foot, who walked through the crowd, randomly beating children or their parents for crying, whimpering, and/or making some other sound.

I stood watching in horror, wanting desperately to put a stop to what was going on, but I couldn't. I was just a ghost.




I woke up, and this has been bugging me to this day. I don't know what could have possibly triggered this dream, other than the fact that again, it seemed like a premonition or a warning. Not necessarily of what is going to happen, but what could.



Assassination Attempt-

In this dream, I am the same man I was in the 666-7109 dream. I am boarding a small white yacht at a port somewhere in what looks like Italy. There are many heads of state and other government officials as well as a few upper-class tourists on this boat.
It will be a little bit before the boat leaves the port, so I take a seat at a small round table on the bow deck. I lean back in the chair, and a cooling ocean breeze caresses my face as I count the very few clouds in the brilliant blue sky.

I am wearing a tucked into light colored polo shirt, a belt, and khaki pants (like a Country Club member xD). I am here for something, protection or something like that.

I sit there for a while, when I notice out of the corner of my eye a suspicious looking man come on board. I get up, and quietly follow him, trying not to bring attention to myself. That's when I see the current Russian prime minister board. He is wearing casual clothing, and a rain jacket.


Suddenly the scene changes and everyone is ducking for cover in fright as the suspicious looking man pulls out a gun (he's wearing a jacket, sunglass and something around his head and face. He is unidentifiable) and begins trying to shoot the prime minister. Just when everyone thinks he has a clear shot I end up standing in front of him and taking a bullet in the chest.

Somehow, I don't die. But instantly, I'm aware of the even greater threat that the man poses, and end up trying to get the prime minister out of the city. The man from earlier is working for a militia group.



I woke up and was all "Um.....Okay....."

The dream I had last night involved me going to a city to stay with my dad during his visitation hours, with my brother and sister. Now this city would remind one a lot of Tokyo or even Rio De Janiero on a stormy day. It was rundown, and there were a lot of really tall buildings and skyscrapers, but it was still, how should I put it....A wasteland.

This city was supposedly here in America.

As I was arriving in the city on a plane, the city was being attacked by a monster (supposedly, as I never actually saw it).

The dream faded in and out to another scene where I was running through a trench like system between buildings towards cover under a small stone bridge.

As I entered the space underneath the bridge, I caught sight of a steel door to what looked sort of like a bunker. I entered into it, and closed the door; locking and barring it. The inside of this "bunker" resembled that of a house, but the floor was made up entirely of dirt and small puddles.

I hid in an alcove, waiting for the "monster" to pass. As I was waiting, the steel door started to vibrate viciously as if something was trying to get through it. As the vibrating subsided, I began looking around the building I was in. Towards the steel door was two regular sized rooms across from each other in the hall. Further down the walkway was an alcove on either side. On the left was a couple of windows, a books shelf and a table and chairs.

Past that was another hallway, with smaller rooms containing one bed. There was only enough room for the bed and to open the door in these rooms and that was it.

Then the scene changed and I'm in a different house with my siblings and father. There are three girls there --sisters-- who we apparently know.

We are here for a long time, hiding and waiting until it is safe to go back outside or leave. While we are here, we try to find things to do in our free time, but there really isn't much because we have to be quiet.

At some point, me and the oldest of the three girls end up having sex (I hate dreams like this. There's all this interesting stuff going on, and then something completely random like this happens xD ).

In another scene, planes are flying over the house dropping bombs on the city, which has literally become a post apocalyptic war zone. The sky has turned a bright red color as the planes drop their load. The bombs when they explode, release a poisonous acidy gas that is a vibrant red and if inhaled, becomes a fast acting poison whose symptoms resemble that of radiation poisoning.

The scene changes again, and the chemical has dissipated and it is safe to go outside. Laying outside in a heap are two VERY large lizard creatures, that look vaguely like a cross between Godzilla, a dragon and a Spinosaurus.

The dream ends there, and I wake up.

Again, I have to add this to my "crazy dream" collection.I'm starting to wonder if my nasty headaches have something to do with opening up a barrier in my spiritual receptivity. I know that's out there, but I've noticed I'm more inclined to pick up on such when I have a migraine. Maybe I have a migraine because I'm receiving that information....Whatever.....

Anyway, I had a dream last night that I was sitting in a restaurant in Asia somewhere, I think Japan or one of the Koreas. I was wearing a white formal suit with the tie/bow. I was seated at a table next to a four/five foot wall, and was only several seats away from the entrance and the big front windows (which were to my left). To my right was a long walkway and it went back into the kitchen's behind large metal swinging doors.

I was there with a colleague/friend who was Chinese and apparently worked for Chinese intelligence. We were talking about something important; about our mission, and how "they wouldn't see it coming".

One of the cooks came out to us and was talking to us. He was an older man. He asked me if my soup was okay and I told him that I thought it smelled funny. He freaked out and offered to taste it for me to see what was wrong. He took it with him back to the kitchens where he tasted it and almost immediately began gagging and reacting badly to the poison that he had ingested. I looked at my counterpart wearily, before we got up and left, with nervous smiles on our faces.

The dream faded out there and then back in.

We were in a near empty office in a tall building in a large city. To my right was a window that looked out into the rest of the exterior office cubicals. It was dark, and there was a screen on that had green on it and what looked like codes for something. In the office, I was hacking into a locked computer (you know how you put a password on the computer user? It was like that, only military/government grade encryption). My Chinese colleague burst in saying that we were running out of time and I was getting anxious that the files wouldn't download to my external hard-drive fast enough.

The numbers 666 7109 came up, and I jumped in excitement saying that these were the codes we needed.

Somewhere in there, someone mentioned a plot of something (assassination?) against Hu Jintao and at some point I was also viewing a lot of this from the 1st person perspective of the Russian Prime Minister and president elect Vladimir Putin, as if he had something to do with all of this.


And then I woke up. Those numbers are going to bug me. Big time. All I know is that those codes were really important for some reason and that whatever was going on was a time bomb waiting to go off.

I also marked this as both lucid and non-lucid. I was lucid and had some control over my actions, but at the same time the plot and conflict seemed predetermined by something else.

I had the craziest dream last night. I'm a part of this reincarnation forum elsewhere and in this dream we got a new member who had only one post on the entire forum and had taken the liberty to private message me there.

She said that she had a "spiritual connection with the Gods" (I think she was referencing the Greek pantheon, if I'm not mistaken) and that they had told her that I was "of importance".

I remembering laughing and being like "yeah whatever". But she seemed to know a lot about me that she couldn't have possibly known otherwise.

She also referenced my recollections of my soviet past life several times and also stating that I had been given a "divine assignment" in this life that dealt with from her words, "liberty for all".


Hmmm......

For the record, I consider myself to be Pagan since a lot of my beliefs are derived from Eastern philosphies and pagan beliefs. I am not necessarily polytheistic. I believe in A Creator, which is synonymous with the universe and all the deities from the various pantheons are simply powerful deities that work under the Creator and co-exist with one another.

How that has anything to do with this though, I'm not sure.

This one is going to have me on edge for some time. This one happened before the dream in the previous entry.

In this dream, I'm sitting in the back of our family's car as it's stopped on the road by a field. This field is about two minutes from our local highschool, and thus two minutes from the town.

I'm looking east, where a bright red background of the sky makes the dark clouds look even more ominous than they already are.

As I watch, a part of the clouds which is obviously the wall cloud of the supercell, begins to change rapidly, forming a large, violent tornado. I want to freak out, but I'm too busy staring in awe at this destructive force of nature. It's the first tornado I've ever seen in person, without being in it's direct path. It begins heading towards our town, where it literally levels the place.

It is later deemed to be an EF-4 and there being at least 50 casualties and a good number more injuries (there are 8000 people in our town).

It is apparently March in this dream, and there are no leaves on the trees yet.