Let's use this as a place to discuss dreams. They're fun and insightful...
Will post this again on tomorrow's thread as well as I would like to get it out to as many Turdites as possible.
I've spent the better half of this year wrestling with the idea of posting this information on the internet. I have been hesitant because the information is incredibly personal to me, and also because I do not like the idea of instigating fear. Due to a series of coincidences in the past few weeks, I think the time to post has come. The final tipping point was this article posted in an earlier thread: http://www.dollarvigilante.com/blog/2011/12/12/its-all-over-but-the-roun...
Before I begin, you should know that this is a sincere and honest post, and I hope you take the time to consider it.
Have you ever seen the movie Inception? Are you familiar with lucid dreams? For the past several years, on and off, I have had life-like lucid dreams that can most easily be described as similar to being in the movie Inception. I typically use these dreams to have conversations with people I encounter. I ask existential questions, but oftentimes ask question pertinent to my life - it seems that these questions are more readily answered. I sometimes have fun and tell the people in my dreams that we are having a dream. Upon being told this fact, some people start crying, some look at me as if I have three heads, and some calmly confirm that yes, we are dreaming.
I could spend quite a bit of time breaking down the details of these adventures, but today I will focus on one particular dream.
I will post the contents of the dream in regular font, and italics will indicate my commentary on the dream.
I am at a party in a dimly lit room in a house. It might as well have been a library room. I do not really know any of the other guests at the party, but we were all drawn to the party by mysterious circumstances. Each person was summoned to the party by either clues and hints, or direct invitation from an unknown host. One girl at the party told me she had received a list of library books she had to read before coming to the party. A few others had been told to show up at an exact time and place. At this time in my life I was feeling a little down on myself. It felt like I was doing everything by myself, without receiving much outside guidance. I thought that when the student is ready the teacher will appear? Well, it didn't seem like a teacher was coming. The circumstances by which I arrived at the party led me to realize that somewhere within me was the need to figure "it" out on my own. I would not allow for the teacher I thought I wanted. I was the teacher.
I felt a little better about this party, and it became clear that the purpose of this party was for each of us to figure out why we had been invited. It started out as a fun game. However, as time passed and we had not discovered the answer, the police would burst into the room, handcuff a member of the group, and brutally drag him/her away. Now we were looking more at a murder mystery dinner party, but not the good kind. This continues for several more rounds with members disappearing after each round.
In real life I am very cold as the window is open. In the dream, I realize I am cold and can feel it. I try to half wake-up enough to pull the blanket up. I am half successful as I black out of the current dream and wake up in the back of a gray pickup truck. I am wearing a helmet, and we are driving on the outskirts of a city. I am still paranoid about the cops coming to take me away, so my head is on a swivel. We turn down a road and head into the back country. Eventually we pull into a farm area with a long road. There are several barns nearby. The grass is very long - at least waist high. About 15 of us from the party are gathered in a clearing. Not more than a few seconds pass before black SUVs begin to pull into the driveway. I IMMEDIATELY realize that the government is here with the people they arrested earlier. They are going to blame all of us for some event that we were not responsible for, and then they would CRUCIFY us. These were the exact words that ran through my mind. Yes, I do have a Christian background. More analysis later. I assume our group is on the same page, and I turn around and start sprinting through the grass and back to the street. I can see two or three others running along side me. To my dismay, I turn around and the rest of the group is still standing there, joined by more prisoners. A siren blares and over the loudspeaker I hear, "OKAY, ROUND 'EM UP!" (did you read that article?)
I black out of this dream and wake up back on the city street with two of my escapee companions. One girl says to me, "Wow! What a crazy dream!" I replied, "You know we're still dreaming, right?" She gasped and said she couldn't believe it. She walked away to go figure it out.
At this point, I go into normal dream mode and try to find someone to talk to. I find a hotel on the side of the street and enter. It seems to be a smaller hotel, owned by an Asian family. There is a restaurant area to the right, a reception desk to the left, and ahead a large staircase leading up to the 3rd floor perhaps. It's a pretty big staircase. I approach the reception area and a younger boy is behind the counter. I ask him if he can tell me about my dream. He runs upstairs, comes back down and tells me he can't help. An adult male, also behind the counter, comes over and asks me to wait for a minute. He quickly ascends the steps and returns. He states, "The master will see you. We didn't think he would because he has already spoken once this year - but he will see you." What?!
Obviously, I follow him up the steps. We turn right, and on the right side of the hallway is a bedroom. Upon entering, there is a miniature bed about 2 feet long. Laying on the bed is a miniature man with a long beard. He looks like a sage, but he is hooked up to machine. My impression at that time is that he is just hanging out in this body and the machine is keeping it going. I hand him my dream, which has somehow magically been written down on a green sheet of paper. The master holds the paper on his chest and starts hyperventilating. Ingesting my dream via inhalation. He then stands up out of bed, and turns into a normal sized human being. He motions me to follow him to another room down the hall.
The room is just an empty room. But the master summons holographic images before my eyes as if he is creating a movie. It is a montage of clips - a Samurai-ish warrior in grotesque battle scenes against attacking enemies. Very bloody and realistic. The sword stood out - it seemed to be blessed with magical powers. Somewhat immaturely, I was thinking about whether I would get a sword like that.
The master then halted the images and we were back in the empty room. He turned to me and said...
"You have to fight and protect the people."
And then I woke up. I'm not sure what you're thinking after reading this, but I had the biggest pit in my stomach I may have ever felt. That was not the message I was hoping for. It was 3 AM. I immediately wrote everything down. I could not go back to sleep. For weeks and months after, I thought about the dream. I tried rationalizing it as one does upon waking up - it becomes farther away. Surely there must be some symbolism here! No way should I interpret this literally! The one thing that is certain is that this dream is not going away.
I'm working to find my answer. My only message for right now is that this is something you need to take seriously. As much as we're here to discuss PMs and making money, I think we may need to pull our heads out of our asses and look at the big picture.