posted on Oct, 4 2008 @ 11:18 AM
My Sons Dream night before last...
First of all, he is 27 years old and an artist. Above average intelligence with his feet well rooted in the ground. He is not taken to flights of
fancy nor known for succumbing to any type of fear or paranoia.
I really do not care what others think, but Ryan and I have always connected on the UFO level, we do not discuss it much anymore as we connected with
real life experiences many times when he was younger as we would take off for days at a time in the Arizona desert because of both our intuitive
callings. We were never let down.
Ryan called me last night and just said "Mom"... I said the usual, as I am always glad when he calls. I felt like he had something to say as there
was a holding of breath from both of us and I finally said, "What is it son?"
He then told me the following dream, he was almost in tears and his voice quivered as he recounted the dream in minute detail. I will attempt to give
the short version as best I can. He will be coming home tonight to just hang out and further discuss his dream/vision.
"I was in Northern California with my Dad and we were under Martial law, all she had hit the fan surrounding the election and several countrywide
catastrophes. Life as I knew it was over and the level of fear from everyone was astounding and undeniable. We hoped it was happening to others and
would not affect us directly.
I looked out the window of my Dads house and saw dozens of people dressed in white, in full war mode carrying weapons and hauling people kicking and
screaming from their homes. My neighbors were being beaten and thrown into vehicles and buses. I ran to Dad who just thought I was making it up
somehow and then he too looked out the window at the ensuing chaos in the streets, and they were now only a few houses away.
I cant tell you the feeling in my gut and the fear that threatened to strangle my breath away. I knew that my heartbeat could be heard from outside my
chest and it pumped so hard it felt like it was threatening to rip out of my chest. My ears were pounding to the point it cut out all distant sound.
Grabbing a sword and short knife from the wall, following Dad downstairs to hide. Seconds later we listened as they burst down the front door and a
flood of booted heels trampled across the house ramsacking each and every room as they looked for the unknown occupants of the house.
No time to think as the door ripped open with a loud bang, I began swinging the weapons taking out everyone pulling through the room as they attempted
to force us out. Dad was at my back and somehow had a gun in his hand and began shooting them with their own weapons.
Now we cut to being outside in the Forrest area behind Dads house and this was when things began to get really bad." Ryan's voice stopped and he
sounded as if he did not want to tell me what he saw next. I said "go son, tell me everything."
With a vulnerability to his normally even, soft masculine voice he spoke with a tone that reminded me of when I was his protector, his Mom when he was
a little boy. Again I said go on Son.
" I looked up in the sky and it was filled with lines and squiggles, they reminded me of the Auroraborialis, same greenish color, and there were
stars dancing all around them, stars just moving freely in the sky around these lines huge lined patterns free floating in the sky. The feeling they
gave me was so threatening, so horrible, like pure evil.
Then the stars somehow became surrounded by clouds that appeared around them, and then the clouds began to disappear and the stars were now pods,
shiny metal pods, craft of some sort. But they did not 'feel' like anything we have ever seen before Mom, they were evil beyond anything you could
At that point bodies began falling , screaming in terror from the pods. Hundreds thousands of people just being tossed out to their death. Young and
old alike, babies, people being tossed to their death."
He then cut out obviously frantic once again from the dream memory to almost shout at me "What is it Mom? What was the swirling energy? What is going
to happen to people Mom? Do you know of anything like this?"
He then told me it was the most vivid dream he had ever had. Almost like a vision rather than a dream. Although I was thinking about project Blue Book
and its implications, I did not say anything to him at that point instead tried to calm him down and told him to come on over and we would discuss
this further, not on the phone. He had plans so we set up dinner tonight instead.
***Well, like I said this was the short version of his very detailed nightmare. Are there any questions or helpful ideas for tonights talk with my
Note: Ryan has never been interested in ATS, he is too busy with life to go on line much and when he does he loves Guild Wars... I have spared my
inner fears from any of my loved ones as they gleem enough from me and my preparedness stuff. They do respect me and my opinions, and when it all
comes down they know I am here for them 100%.
[edit on 4-10-2008 by antar]