posted on Mar, 13 2011 @ 01:29 AM
I know ATS is absolutely teeming with would-be seers, prophets, and psychics, but I want you to know, that I am none of those. In fact, just posting
this is a major blow to my ego. I'm not making a prediction, I just need to tell someone about a dream I have had.... twice, in the last five days.
It has disturbed me deeply, to the point that I am loosing sleep over it. I just can't seem to get the experience out of my head.
First off, I'm married, with 2 kids. I work a normal job, drive a normal car, eat normal food, and aside from a helpless addiction to IPA (I recently
started brewing my own), I don't do drugs at all, never have really. For the first time in my life I had a recurring dream, if you could call it
Five days ago I was at the tail end of my vacation. I had just moved to a new house. My kids and I played in the backyard, my wife made dinner. We
joked, laughed, had a good night. I drank a few beers then went to bed. Sometime during the night, I heard an extremely loud noise, it was similar to
the way a large tree sounds when it is snapped at it's base by a windstorm, only much louder, and more intense. It was dark, but very noisy, I was
treading water. I was holding onto something that had a rough texture, like the bark of a tree. The only think I could really see was a street light.
The water I was in was moving very violently, back and forth, up and down, etc. Despite the noise I could only make out two voices.
Somewhere out there I could hear my daughter, she was screaming "daahhyyeee!!" And I could hear my wife, but I couldn't make out what she was
screaming at. I knew I was in serious trouble, and I was trying to swim to what I thought was the direction of my daughters voice.
I woke in bed covered in sweat, and my wife was freaked out, she'd been trying to wake me, She said I was "running" in my sleep. I took me a good
30 minutes to gather myself because the dream was so insanely real.
A few days later the earthquake in Japan hit. It made me think of the dream in a more serious manner the day I saw the footage of the Tsunami.
Last night, I had the same dream, The exact, same dream. The only difference this time, was the level of detail. The first time I had it, the dream
was sort of like a "third person" view of it. This time, I was seeing through my eyes. I felt everything. I don't ever recall feeling anything in a
dream before this, but I could feel how cold the water was, I remember the way I was swimming, and the way I tried to grab onto things for leverage,
everything I grabbed at would just sink, like it had no bouncey at all. Everything I grabbed had it's own unique texture. I could tell that one of
the things I reached out and grabbed a hold of was a cup from a fast food restaurant. The sounds where more distinct,and this time I could hear other
people out there somewhere. This time I could tell that my wife was screaming in panic for my son. The smell was unlike anything I have ever smelled
before, like gasoline and an electrical fire combined. It was so loud, very very loud.
The thing that struck me the most the second time around, wasn't really anything one thing in the dream. It was how real it was. When I woke up last
night I couldn't honestly say it was a dream. It would be much more accurate to say that it didn't feel like a dream at all. It feels like it
already happened, like I drew the entire thing from memory.
Whatever it was that happened, it was major, and it was in my locality. I live just outside of Portland, Oregon, less that 1/4 of a mile from the
Colombia river. I've got a volcano to the north, a volcano to the east, a subduction zone off the coast, and the city I live in was built on an
ancient aquifer. I suppose all the B.S. that's happened in the last few years, combined with all the time-bombs I live around, has just got to me,
maybe the state of the world is just so messed up right now that that it's playing games with my sleeping habits.
Regardless, I wanted to tell you about it. Some people find merit in these things, some don't, whatever the case, I can honestly say, that I feel
better just typing this out. Again, I'm not predicting anything, I guess you could just consider this venting, like a form of therapy.