posted on Dec, 14 2010 @ 05:13 PM
Everyone, thank you for your replies. On this matter I take them all to heart. I haven't told her that I wrote a thread about her dream, it'll be a
surprise for her to read all of your insight today.
Antibren: I have, and I strongly believe that she was contacted. I have also had this completely identical faceless person contact me about 2 years
ago, in one of the most memorable dreams of my life. If you have any information, or links to maybe help, I'd be glad to learn more.
RSF: That is really interesting, could you possibly send me a link to some pictures/drawings of these similar crafts? And yes, the Why aspect of the
dream was what the Faceless one stressed, it was why she was shown the craft in the first place, I believe.
Antar: You seem to be versed in these kind of experiences. Please share more.
--- My similar dream, regarding this Faceless person....
This is the third part, to the most intense dream I have ever had. Coincidently, it was two years ago before Christmas. I remember writing the whole
thing down on Christmas paper doylies. I won't go into the first two, as I believe they deserve their own thread later. But I think this 3rd part in
particular is worth sharing.
The sky is red, and I am in this post-war looking town. I remember that the detail in my dream was unbelievable, fully convinced I was actually there.
This faceless person, who felt like a friend of mine who I hadn't seen in a long time, was guiding me through this town. We were looking for anyone
else. I remember we came to a ladder, and climbed to this attic without windows. This room was more or less a vault, filled with weapons, ammo, and
many other things that my brain just couldn't have tactically invented so quickly.
At the end of this room was my old friend Robin, who in real life is an ex street fighter, about 6'5. First thing he says is "It's about £'ing
time.", second thing he says is:
"At 12 o'clock hundreds of them come, they kill you, and you start over. I lay clues to remember this place. Flame throwers are best. Since we
won't survive anyway, we need to find higher ground to kill as many as possible."
I remember taking one of the flame throwers, and going back down the stairs. All I can remember is, I was climbing up this street light / drain pipe,
and every time my arms were about to give in, they would reset and I could continue to climb further towards the roof of this tall building. The next
part I think is funny.
As I finally get to the top, after climbing that crazy street light, the sense of accomplishment gets plowed because Robin and this Faceless entity
are climbing up a sturdy ladder from the other side. Which was a side-lesson on functioning as a pack, instead of attempting to individually
accomplish my goal.
This is the end, and where it all comes together. When I stand up, the vantage point. It is literally the town that I grew up in, but completely
devastated by something. I recognized all of the remaining buildings, it was so intense that I woke up. There were no bad aliens, or an endless
battle, the moral of the dream was that I was in my old town.
Now how did I arrange such a plot in my head? This dream was only third part of a very crazy night.