posted on Oct, 29 2008 @ 08:49 AM
Within the last year or so, I have had many dreams where our way of life, as we know it now, has been reduced to something akin to bands of people
living in gypsy-like camps. Vendors are set up everywhere selling things they have salvaged from stores that were mostly destroyed, or business
owners trying to maintain some facet of the business they had, especially if it was anything retail. People were doing laundry in tubs and buckets,
hanging wet clothes on hastily strung clothes lines outside their tents or lean-tos, and cooking over open fires. Everywhere there were buildings
that were empty and partially destroyed, or simply abondoned. cars no longer ran, and a few of them had been burned almost beyond recognition. The
funny thing was, the mood was actually pretty good, as I think everyone was simply happy to be alive (or so I gathered). In other parts of the city,
some streets were totally blocked with rubble, and in others they were simply abondoned as if everyone had forgotten that part of the city existed.
I had another dream where people lived in little one room shacks made from salvaged wood and scrap metal. It was in late fall, I believe, and the
mood was pensive. It was as if no one wanted any contact with anyone else. It was a rather disturbing dream, as it made me, at the time, think of
the downturn of the economy and wonder just how bad it was going to get.
Just so you know about my dreams and why I believe I have precognitive ones, Let me tell you of two others that became a reality:
the first was several years ago when my little jailbird mother was in jail for bad checks. I had a dream in which I asked my grandmother when my mom
was getting out of jail, and she told me "Oh, about the end of July". I had this dream in December. At that time we didn't think she would get
out for another two years. they certianly weren't giving away any commutation. I told my mom the next time I talked to her and she plainly stated
that THAT was very unlikely to happen. Lo and behold, on the 26th of the following July, she was released, having been given a good dose of
commutation and 'good days' the month before due to overcrowding.
The second was a few months before the 9-11 attacks. I dreamed that I was standing in a desert with the military all around, in tanks, on foot, all
carrying weapons, and on my right was a stone wall about 6 feet high. On the other side of the wall, was America. On my side of it, though, I had
went into this cave in a rocky outcropping amid the sand, and there sat a dozen men, middle eastern decent, cross-legged on the sandy floor listening
intently to one man who had a long gray beard. Of course a few months later, 9-11 happened, and you know the rest that came about. Everyone said
that this was is 'close to home' and I believe that was what was represented by the stone wall that divided, rather poorly in my opinion, the desert
from America.
So if anyone has any ideas about these more recent dreams, please let me know.