When i was VERY young, some of my first memories of vivid dreams, i dreamed of combat aircraft in the skies, what i'd later find out was EXACTLY was
, i saw ICBMs arcing high overhead and leaving contrails on their trajectory, and MIRVs
streaking in. Mushroom clouds. I also dreamed of IMMENSE stone megaliths floating above the cities, so massive that they dwarfed the cities under
them. Rectangular "stone" craft flying in formation and without a sound.
And the thing that really "scared" me the most, wasn't the war, but the sheer immensity of these hovering megaliths and how they silently and with
an ethereal calm, floated in precise formation and aligned with the major streets and avenues as if to prove their "intelligence". I saw thousands
of these rectangular stones the size of city blocks hovering on parade everywhere, and time just stopped. That's all i can really say.
Since then i've had lots of dreams of nuclear war, but i can't remember ever being scared or sad about it. I just felt indifference for the
destruction of an already dead world. It was more of a release and something i welcomed as if i was waiting my whole life for. In one dream when i
was about 12, the blackened sky was pierced by incandescent columns of nuclear fire, and while everyone ran for cover and cowered uselessly in their
last sad desperate moments, i calmly walked out into the open, watched the black sky rolling overhead and shed a tear of joy and relief as it all
turned to ash and dust.
I hate to say it, but some of my dreams are something else, something real and of another time and place. Not past lives, but i see what's coming.
It feels different when i have these dreams, like i'm lucid but not because i'm still reacting and not observer-controlling. I'll dream i am
another person and carry out their tasks when it comes to dealing with traumatic events. I've dreamed lots of stuff that happened, some happened
real-time as i was dreaming, and i found out afterward when i saw my dreams reflected EXACTLY in media when it comes to events.
One of my "prophecy"(ugh,,,) dreams involved a nuke buried somewhere on the beach in Galveston, TX. I have no basis for naming Galveston other
than it just "feels" like i'm there. Never been there, i know nothing about it really, but that's where i was. I was one of the team members
involved in the detonation of the device at a precisely prescribed time. For some reason we had technical issues and found myself running down the
beach with a failed comm radio in my hand and trying to "beat the clock" for some deadline prescribed by whomever i was doing the bidding of. I
knew i wouldn't survive as it wasn't part of the "mission" and after willing a body that wasn't mine to sprint a mile in sand to Alpha, i
collapsed, and performed some action which may or may not to have been to detonate. Everything just "switched off".
I dream and see other things, days of literal darkness, the sun don't shine through the black sky, mountaintops are barren lifeless islands in the
black water of an immense dead ocean.
But then again i never dream of the sun, unless it's part of a prophecy dream, but all my normal dreams there's always a blackened sky.