posted on Apr, 13 2003 @ 01:29 AM
Here is one about you Nans.
I seemed to be in the passenger seat of a small VW Bug with you driving, and two other people in the back. I didn't know who they were, but one was a
hispanic female and the other was a black male.
The dream started off in the middle of a conversation between me and the driver of the car(Nans). The conversation seemed to be going on for hours,
and it felt like I was deeply consumed and interested. It was at about the time that I realized how lengthly and involving that the conversation was,
when I finally realized who I was talking to and what they were saying.
You see, the begining of the dream came on real fast and abruptly. So once I realized I was where I was, I had to naturally find out what I was doing
and who was I doing it with. My mind was collecting these important conclusions as I was dreaming. So I was in effect, already there. Does that make
Let me explain. You see, I couldn't understand the conversation until I figured out who I was talking to. The converstation was deep and like most
dream talk it was something I could barely remember. I rarely remember the things said in my dreams. So the whole idea of talking in a dream for me is
almost pointless. I can't comprehend anything unless it has base meaning in my life. So as I was coming into this dream, I was deeply invovled in
something I could not hold down as base, because I had not found it's true meaning yet.
Take into consideration that Nans(the driver) was talking to me, I wasn't talking to her. I was only responding to her explainations and concerns.
So because I have not yet met Nans in person, and because the conversation was too deeply involved in some massive struggle, I couldn't grasp the
reality and the base meaning of this dream to it's entirety until I realized that I was talking to Nans.
Everything before the moment I realized she was the driver was very vague, and only lasted 10-20 seconds.
After the first 30 seconds or so, I began to realize that Nans, and I were with two 'strangers' who were in the back seat of the car. The car seemed
to be in some South American country. It reminded me of Equador or Columbia. We drove through what seemed to be un-driveable roads, in a piece of crap
car. The black guy and the hispanic girl were not even paying attention to our conversation.
Our conversation seemed to be about ATS. It seems that you were discussing to me, some of the ideals you had that were misunderstood by others on
ATS. It was a peaceful engagement, but still it was deep. You seemed to be very concerned for the image you represented, and how the people who saw it
were affected by it. You also seemed to be concerned of the way people treated you on ATS. The discussion was revolving around that subject. We were
in peace with the people who had conflicts with you, but still questioned their reason. We were simply engaging in a critique of the ethics from other
ATS users. All this while we were driving in the South American jungle with two 'strangers'.
So after a while the conversation just ends, like it was all resolved and nothing else needed to be said. At that point we were pulling up to an
enclosed orchid of these colorful trees and leaves. The scene resembled a wooded area in like the Black Forrest in Germany, except that the trees were
small and bushy, not tall and skinny. You saw millions of leaves on the ground and a useful amount on the branches as well. So it seemed like fall,
but not nearly winter.
After pulling into this orchid, we see a large arrangement of stone sculptures lying on the ground like someone had forgotten them. They were large
replicas of a man's feet cut off above the ankles, and a man's hands cut off above the wrists. The other replica was much larger than the two feet
and two hands. It was about the size of the VW Bug but a little bit bigger. It was nothing more than a square cube with a large bronze hook attached
to the top of it. The feet, the hands and the cube were all gold colored. Cheap spray paint gold in fact. The surface material was made up of that
stuff they put on lifting weights that always chips off (you know the stuff).
The only people who left the vehichle were the Black guy and I. Nans and the hispanic girl stayed in the car. Everyone was amazed by the sculptures
but only the black guy and I got out to investigate. I could hear the voices of amazement coming from the ladies in the car, while myself and the
black man were looking at the replicas at first hand. We got with in inches of the sculptures and started to walk around them in awe. We observed the
out of place arrangement and unusual mystique of the items. We talked about the size and reasonable weight of the items. They looked like they were
extremely heavy, and extremely out of place. It was alomst as if someone had been carrying these items and left them on the ground for a moment and
either forgot about them or left them abruptly.
The whole area was strange and mysterious. After much anticipation the black man grabbed one of the hands so that he could try and determine the
appoximate weight. As he did so, he was horrifically suprised by the unusual light weight of the items. He picked them up, without expecting to, and
because he didn't expect to be able to lift those massive items, he immediately dropped them on implusive fear. He and I were completely over-whelmed
by some menacing fear as we both witnessed his ability to lift these replicas of the leaf ridden ground. They must have felt like foam. That is how
light they were. When he lifted them, the replicas seemed to float up in the air, because the force he expected to be needed to lift was much more
than needed. It is like grabbing for a full milk carton only to find out it is empty. Did you ever do that?? Do you remember how over-whelming that
unneccasary force was?? It was no different with these huge replica hands.
Once we noticed the menacing fear we came to the conclusion to run like hell. As we were making that important decision to get away fast, we heard the
cries from the ladies to come on. They saw it too, and were just as scared. Once we made it back to the girls waiting for us in the car, we left like
we had just held up a bank.