posted on Sep, 20 2010 @ 11:49 PM
I had a dream last night that seems to equate to the format previously described in this thread. Now I have to preface this story with something that
I am curious about from the original poster. I remember dreaming very rarely, but up until recently, whenever I had a dream that I had any
recollection of on waking, It would have some direct tie to something that happened in the day immediately following the dream or the day after.
Example, had a dream from the perspective of the driver of a car that had a severe accident with a lifted 4x4. the next day, my brother's car was
literally run over by a Ford Excursion with 40" tires that was speeding and crushed his hood and his legs in his project firebird he had just
finished. The tie-in is obvious and a little scary, which will make the dream from last night all the more disturbing.
Last night, I dreamt so lucidly I thought I was in an alternate reality. I was in a typical suburban neighbourhood at a friends house for as barbeque
and pool party. while we were waiting for the grill to heat up we dragged out a boombox and put on the radio. While we were enjoying ourselves and
getting out the stuff for the grill we noticed the radio go dead. This is a big boombox, not one you would drown out with a conversation. We thought
that someone there must have kicked the cord out of the wall or something while we were inside, and continued with what we were doing. when we
returned outside we found it still plugged in and on but not making any noise. then a minute or so later, a loud, repetitive beep started to come from
the box. This noise was followed by an announcement by a local radio news guy that something very serious was just coming in and that everyone needed
to standby while they got it all in. When they continued with the message, they told all those listening that attacks had begun against the NAU (I
don't know what that is). We were being told that the NAU was being invaded and that everyone was to start gathering to what were called protection
zones in most urban areas nearby, with descriptions of where these places (or areas) were. It continued to say that those who didn't comply with this
direction did so at their own risk, and that their safety could not be guaranteed but that they would be under military curfew 19 hours per day til
further notice, only being allowed out between noon and 5pm 7 days a week for "approved activities" (whatever that means).
So from there my friend says he would rather be "protected" at one of these zones and starts packing a bag and loading his car to go to one of these
protection zones a few miles away near the train yard at the port. I immediately got a panicked feeling and told I didn't think that was a good idea,
but he wouldn't hear of it. I then told him that if he insisted on going there then I wanted him to go by the most round-about route and take only
side streets to get there, then try and get close without being seen by those running the show and see what's up before continuing, returning if it
looks off and I would wait for him there and get the wives on the phone and get them home A.S.A.F.P. just incase.
So he leaves, with most of his neighbours in the area doing the same and apparently did what I asked. About an hour later, he comes back at about
90mph down the street and runs up the lawn with the car. When he got out, he had been shot in the leg with some kind of device that had clamped on to
where it had hit with some sort of barbs. He headed straight to the garage and proceeded to take a pair of pliers and rip the thing out, and then
smashed it with a hammer. It had inside it some sort of injection device like a tiny syringe, that thankfully had not done it's job and dispensed. He
said "dude, I'll get to explaining what I saw down there and how that thing got in my leg soon, but for now, get the girls and the four duffel bags
in the basement crawlspace out and put them in the truck. "The Truck" is an old f250 he built for off roading that he uses maybe 5 times a summer
but works on like it's a religion. He doesn't take it out except to go boggin' or crawlin' as he puts it and this hardly seems like the time for
that but he seems serious so i get the stuff he asked and put them in the back and then we all climb in and start to pull out.
He then says the most frightening thing. "I don't know how much I can tell you just yet but I'll start with this...I hate camping...I mean I would
rather set myself on fire than go camping.... What I saw down at the rail yard made me think that we need to go camping way upcountry for a while,
maybe permanently. I know that sounds weird but when I tell you the rest you'll be happy we're camping."
Then I asked him if he wouldn't tell me the whole story, would he tell me what was in the duffels in the back. He said "those be the Bug out Bags,
man. There's one for each of the four of us. If we need it for survival out where we're goin, it's in there. I made one up for you two, since I
didn't know if you had made "preparations for the inevitable", which seems to be what's happening now. Wow, come on, you didn't know about this
stuff being a possibility? Come on man, wake the F#%# up!"
Then I woke up. but it felt like I had been there then back as directly as changing a channel on a t.v., I was as awake immediately as one would be
after 2 cups of coffee ( waking is normally a 20 minute process for me), and I was standing up in the middle of my room when I "woke up", doubling
the effect, since I couldn't remember getting out of bed. But the weirdest part of that waking up was that it was at only 7am. I have worked 3pm-11pm
or something close to that for most of my working life, and usually go to bed at 3-4am and get up around 11am. I also don't ever get up half way
through for the bathroom or a snack as some do. To top it all off my wife is the lightest sleeper I've ever seen and would under any normal
circumstance wake up just by me sitting up in bed never mind getting out of bed and walking across the creaky floor to the middle of the room.
So, not to thread jack, but wtf is that all about? or the other guys stuff too? what is happening to us?