03-28-2010, 05:06 AM
I don't like to do this but I have some questions about some of these recent dreams and I'd like to get an outside perspective. Within the last 3 wks I've had 3 lucid,vivid dreams. One was a different version of a reoccurring dream. One was what many would consider, scary in a contemporary sense. And the most recent has left me with a question or two, as it relates to the topic of EBE's.
The first dream. I'm being taken to a facility that would appear to rest within a mountain range. I've never seen it before, but on the way I see the faces of two ret'd prominent politicans. As I'm walking through the facility, I'm walking over a lit flow chart under the surface of the floor. The floor is black, and the writing is in red. I took notice, because it looked more like a staging floor plan for some sort of hangar. I noticed lines with boxes marked C-17, B-52, B-1, Su-47, Ch-53, C-130, F-16, Typhoon, YF-23 in larger squares. The things that stood out the most were the large designated sections of space designated "other."
I walk into a large room with terminals, and a large map of the world. There was an Air Force high ranking officer, my father dressed in an Airforce dress uniform, and of all people ,my brother. We were instructed to begin the drill, he went to one terminal, I went to another, which had my back to him. To my right I could see the world map. To his back He'd be able to see it. We were then told to break this plastic credit card looking thing and were told a code. An 8 or 9 digit code beginning with the number 9 was read aloud. We were given Lat,Long coordinates which we entered. Locations within Russia were highlighted on the map, and I realized what was going on. It was a simulation for a Nuclear Weapons launch. However I had entered the code read aloud, and at that point I looked at what was in the plastic thing I'd broken and realized it was different than what I was looking at. I realized I was at the wrong terminal, and whatever exercise was going on halted. I don't know which was worse, the fact that I'd messed up a nuke launch drill, or the fact I knew what was going on. I had a chill, which I carried with me well after I woke up. My father reprimanded me, and I responded like a recruit would under such. I remember this AF officer just standing there watching, saying nothing. We started over, and this time it was targets in eastern Europe, the Baltics, and I remember one in the Netherlands area.
I then find myself in a town. Small town I'd say somewhere there's allot of snow and cold. Thing is I don't think it was really a town. I was with someone who I guess I became friends with, when my father pulled up in a truck with my brother, handed us two plastic cards and said it's time. I remember I became more serious, grim in fact. The person who was with me tried to follow my brother and I into this storm cellar door. I had told him to go away, get out of here. When he insisted, I pulled out a pistol, and point blank told him I'd shoot him in the face if he didn't leave now. I remember my diction, and tone. It wasn't anger, it was that of someone in a position of full autonomy and authority. Like a guard at a military base. At the same time I wanted him to leave to save himself.
At that point a woman drove up. Somehow I knew she was Navy. She tried to stall me, and I showed her the card and asked with urgency, Do you know what this is? You know what it is, you have to go NOW."
This is where it get's weird. As I went into the house, there were people robbing it. Instantly the cops were there, and as soon as I flashed another unbroken card, he got everyone out of the area.
Now my dad was never in the AF. Nor was I. The closest I've been is living my early yrs by Plattsburgh AFB, which has allegedly long since closed. I take it my dad, and bro were merely there to give a sense of comfort. I'm more interested in the floor plan I saw with the "other" designation.
The second dream. It's a reoccurring theme since 2003 or so. Demonic possessed people with me fighting them by grabbing hold of their heads, and saying prayers etc. Or just straight up fighting them. There was a little demon kid knawing on some corpse, and I grabbed his head as he lept at me, and said the "Our Father" prayer. He twitched,dropped, and dissolved in that order. Then a demonic woman came out of nowhere and charged me, impaling herself on what looked like a cross with a sword on the base of it. A light shone on her and she too twitched,and dissolved. I'm pretty used to these, but still isn't there something to reoccurring dreams?
The third was an encounter with a short brown skinned man. Large bald head, dark eyes, in a black silk robe. I was with a group of people and one in particular was a blond. WE had to go down several flights of stairs to reach him. At the top I called out, "we're going to destroy you." I had a certainty whatever was at the bottom was bad, so I said it. Mockingly in fact, with a smile. The blond however got really upset. She was pissed for some reason, but I got the sense that she though I'd provoke whatever was there. When we met this Robbed being, I asked if he was Annunaki. He took off his hood, and had this fearful look, and said who? Never answered the question. He then started walking into a door expecting us to follow. That's where the dream ends for me.
Could this have been a being from Sirrus B? It sounds like many of the descriptions of them.
Like I said I don't like doing this, but I'd like another perspective if there is one.
The first dream. I'm being taken to a facility that would appear to rest within a mountain range. I've never seen it before, but on the way I see the faces of two ret'd prominent politicans. As I'm walking through the facility, I'm walking over a lit flow chart under the surface of the floor. The floor is black, and the writing is in red. I took notice, because it looked more like a staging floor plan for some sort of hangar. I noticed lines with boxes marked C-17, B-52, B-1, Su-47, Ch-53, C-130, F-16, Typhoon, YF-23 in larger squares. The things that stood out the most were the large designated sections of space designated "other."
I walk into a large room with terminals, and a large map of the world. There was an Air Force high ranking officer, my father dressed in an Airforce dress uniform, and of all people ,my brother. We were instructed to begin the drill, he went to one terminal, I went to another, which had my back to him. To my right I could see the world map. To his back He'd be able to see it. We were then told to break this plastic credit card looking thing and were told a code. An 8 or 9 digit code beginning with the number 9 was read aloud. We were given Lat,Long coordinates which we entered. Locations within Russia were highlighted on the map, and I realized what was going on. It was a simulation for a Nuclear Weapons launch. However I had entered the code read aloud, and at that point I looked at what was in the plastic thing I'd broken and realized it was different than what I was looking at. I realized I was at the wrong terminal, and whatever exercise was going on halted. I don't know which was worse, the fact that I'd messed up a nuke launch drill, or the fact I knew what was going on. I had a chill, which I carried with me well after I woke up. My father reprimanded me, and I responded like a recruit would under such. I remember this AF officer just standing there watching, saying nothing. We started over, and this time it was targets in eastern Europe, the Baltics, and I remember one in the Netherlands area.
I then find myself in a town. Small town I'd say somewhere there's allot of snow and cold. Thing is I don't think it was really a town. I was with someone who I guess I became friends with, when my father pulled up in a truck with my brother, handed us two plastic cards and said it's time. I remember I became more serious, grim in fact. The person who was with me tried to follow my brother and I into this storm cellar door. I had told him to go away, get out of here. When he insisted, I pulled out a pistol, and point blank told him I'd shoot him in the face if he didn't leave now. I remember my diction, and tone. It wasn't anger, it was that of someone in a position of full autonomy and authority. Like a guard at a military base. At the same time I wanted him to leave to save himself.
At that point a woman drove up. Somehow I knew she was Navy. She tried to stall me, and I showed her the card and asked with urgency, Do you know what this is? You know what it is, you have to go NOW."
This is where it get's weird. As I went into the house, there were people robbing it. Instantly the cops were there, and as soon as I flashed another unbroken card, he got everyone out of the area.
Now my dad was never in the AF. Nor was I. The closest I've been is living my early yrs by Plattsburgh AFB, which has allegedly long since closed. I take it my dad, and bro were merely there to give a sense of comfort. I'm more interested in the floor plan I saw with the "other" designation.
The second dream. It's a reoccurring theme since 2003 or so. Demonic possessed people with me fighting them by grabbing hold of their heads, and saying prayers etc. Or just straight up fighting them. There was a little demon kid knawing on some corpse, and I grabbed his head as he lept at me, and said the "Our Father" prayer. He twitched,dropped, and dissolved in that order. Then a demonic woman came out of nowhere and charged me, impaling herself on what looked like a cross with a sword on the base of it. A light shone on her and she too twitched,and dissolved. I'm pretty used to these, but still isn't there something to reoccurring dreams?
The third was an encounter with a short brown skinned man. Large bald head, dark eyes, in a black silk robe. I was with a group of people and one in particular was a blond. WE had to go down several flights of stairs to reach him. At the top I called out, "we're going to destroy you." I had a certainty whatever was at the bottom was bad, so I said it. Mockingly in fact, with a smile. The blond however got really upset. She was pissed for some reason, but I got the sense that she though I'd provoke whatever was there. When we met this Robbed being, I asked if he was Annunaki. He took off his hood, and had this fearful look, and said who? Never answered the question. He then started walking into a door expecting us to follow. That's where the dream ends for me.
Could this have been a being from Sirrus B? It sounds like many of the descriptions of them.
Like I said I don't like doing this, but I'd like another perspective if there is one.