reply to post by timewalker
Speaking of Arks, allow me to share another dream I had recently...
NB - I kept meaning to make a thread to share these dreams, but when I tried there was always some reason it didn't take off or wasn't easy to
organise my thoughts etc.
I'm beginning to think that there was a reason these dreams weren't coming together properly - the audience wasn't there. Now, I genuinely think
that I am supposed to share these dreams on this thread. I believe we, collectively, are meant to take something from the script that's been playing
out each and every night for the past twenty years. My dreamworld is a place where 'someone' is explaining everything, bit by bit, and showing the
way / showing images and impressions, words and environments that represent the future.
So - the dream about 'Arks'...
I became aware of myself, sitting on a green and pleasant hillside, in a place I know very well. It's a mountain valley, along one side of which
runs a little steam railway, the Talyllyn, in Mid-Wales, UK. I practically grew up on that railway - my parents were volunteer driver & fireman, and
many happy days were spent chuffing up and down the seven mile line from the town on the seafront up into the beautiful Welsh highlands. I won't say
much more about that place than the dream was correct - it is probably my most favourite place in the world on a sunny summer's day.
The reason I was there - along with my wife and children, and lots of others who had the same idea as us, was that the 'End' was approaching. It
was as though we had all been told that some disaster was imminent - like in the film 'Knowing' where everyone gathers together on the morning that
the solar wind hits Earth, knowing it'll be over in a nanosecond, wanting to be with the ones we love as the End comes. There was a sense of nervous
anticipation, coupled with a (somewhat downplayed) hope - that perhaps it was all a mistake, and perhaps nothing disastrous would take place at all.
Despite this sense, we were peaceful, happy and thankful that we had the chance to go out in the full knowledge of what was coming.
Another thing was different about the world; the noetic atmosphere - the aura of the planet - was much more peaceful, more harmonious. It's as
though humanity had been shocked into realising how utterly bloody pointless it was to chase after wealth, to steal from others and to fight over
limited resources and belief systems etc. It was an almost blissful sense of oneness with the Earth and her people, despite the knowledge that it
would all soon be gone.
As we sat there, sharing our food, drink and memories of good times past, hopes for the future (afterlife etc), it became clear that there was to be
no stay of execution. The 'Event' was coming, and it was nearly here. The mood was sombre, but loving.
With suddenness, everything ceased. Perfect stillness, and a moment of darkness. Subconsciously implanted in my dreaming mind was the thought that
the atmosphere had been ripped away from the planet - as though we had been completely knocked out of orbit by some horrendous collision between
There was a flashback, or a flashforward, to a moment where I was on the other side of the valley, and could see that I was participating in a car
chase of some sort. There was a Subrau Impreza in front of us, which suddenly stopped and several men jumped out. There was another subconscious
implant - that an alien presence, or a 'bounty hunter' had arrived. A gunfight ensued, and several people were killed. Whether that includes
myself, I do not know, but once again the scene changed.
I awoke, standing, on what appeared to be one of those luxury 'round-the-world' cruise ships - very well-appointed and fitted out to be a perfect
living quarters for humans for a long period of time. I was standing in what was some sort of bar/ pool room, which had a nice swimming pool in the
centre, and vast floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall windows all along one side. I looked around and saw the bodies of tens of people lying on the floor,
as though they had all died suddenly from some strange mass-effect. There was a load of food and drink scattered around, as though there had been a
party in full swing when the 'effect' took everyone out simultaneously.
As I looked out of the windows, I saw that the same Welsh valley lay below us, and that we were actually on an airship of some description. It had to
have been absolutely huge. I saw part of another ship further along the valley - it was bigger than any cruise ship on Earth at this time, and it was
floating, as though anchored in mid-air, around 2000 feet up above the valley floor.. There was a sense that something wasn't right - that an enemy
was present, and that I had to be cautious who I trusted.
As I mused, the bodies all around began to stir - people began to wake up, groaning and looking as though they had been asleep for a week. In fact,
the men had several days' worth of stubble, and it was probably quite an accurate assessment of what had taken place.
A sinister-looking 'man' enters. He greets everyone sternly, and has an air of malevolence about him. His skin is like that of a dolphin, and his
face - though humanoid - looks vicious, shark-like. His teeth are pointed like a shark's. Obviously an alien of some kind, he issues a warning, and
a thinly-veiled threat.
'You are all bound under the terms of your contract to surrender all rights and freedoms in exchange for your preservation. You accepted stasis in
place of death, and as a result are now to remain here under the authority of the controllers until we say so. The earth will be regenerated, and you
will be granted your place. However, there is an expectation of loyalty - the enemy have subverted our attempts to gain control in an orderly way,
and one of the terrorists (who had formerly been an intelligence agent for the UK government) had organised a rebellion against our preparations from
[paraphrased, as some was spoken, some was telepathic to myself only]
Factions had been drawn up, loyalties were at a premium, and there was a sense (subconsciously implanted from elsewhere, like a 'dream narrator')
that deception was the name of the game - it had all begun shortly before all things changed, when the corporatists had initiated the first phases of
the planned NWO takeover. Something had gone very wrong, and had ended in what was (apparently)
an alien vs. human coup.
The 'controllers' in charge of the cruise airships were on the side of darkness, and could not be trusted. The 'dolphin/shark character' was an
enforcer, or bounty hunter. A face to be feared, as though the controllers themselves couldn't show their faces. Something was amiss, even for such
a strange situation...
The final subconscious implants form the 'dream narrator' were that recent mass animal deaths and strange rumbling noises, chemtrailing conspiracies
etc, were all as a result of apparently defensive preparations.