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Incredible dream/vision of FEMA/Mark of the beast. Crazy and clear, like tea time with the Mad Hatte

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posted on Mar, 5 2012 @ 06:22 AM
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I just wanted to throw this out there..in fact as far away from me as I can. Here is an incredible lifelike nightmare I had Sat. night. First is a lengthy, but decorated version. Its a little lengthy, but it should be fun.

If you want, I summed it up below. Just scroll down. It's below the double lines. If you have a minute, though, give the first a chance. If you dont like it, you can have your money back, and hold my stars for a week.
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Ever have one of those dreams that are so crystalucid that you wake, slghtly perspiring, and immediately focus your attention on how 'there' you actually were? You have to adjust to where you've been lying for however long, as if you're somewhere new. You almost compare the validity of your newfound state to the more familiar world you just left. You possibly feel...a purpose, as you watch that ambition stray into tiny thought bubbles of fading electricity. I did, and I want to share it.

Please adjust the clarity of how you normally view dreams to lifelike.

Traveling home on a busy highway in my hometown, I remember staring up out of my windshield-more than watching the road, as usual. I like to ensure that I see 'it', whenever 'it' happens (yes, even in dreams.) I love chasing storms, staring into stars, and paying a HUGE premium for constantly running into things. I digress. Well, nothing happened, other than black ice skating my terribly treated Ranger across the median, into other cars. In between the coming and going concrete snakes, before I reached the side with oncoming traffic, an EMP blast (or solar flare, I'm not sure) shut everyones cars down, causing everyone to wreck.

I hopped onto the median that I gracefully slid onto and started jogging to the closest car. I'll spare you the extended semantics of exchanging first aid(ONLY aid) and move on. After carrying what I had in the direction of the wind for awhile (terminal wanderlust), I encountered a large medical station with people already prepared for this disaster. Two of the multitude greeted me quickly, almost too eager to 'help' me. Their behaviour was not unlike a starving car salesman as they ushered me into our local mall. It had been completely redone to serve as a crisis center and recovery station.

Newcomers were given vouchers and directed to another area of the brightly-lit and alien-looking refuge that had MOMENTS before peddled footware and pretzels. Our first stop was FEMA's uniform depot, formerly a cell phone kiosk STILL reeking of expensive perfumes and colonges. We were given black robes in dry cleaning bags and ushered along. As I fumbled along like any proper lemming should with the line, I looked up and wondered what was powering this facility (former electrician), especially concerning Earth's newfound lack of it's former synthetic power grid. I noticed long, clear pipes with blue liquid and electrtcity pulsing an intrusive glow along the path of it's network.

I stepped up 'next' to 'the' turnstile, and stepped onto a circular metal pad. It immediately started spinning me, passing me over a scanner of visible light rays. Each nanosecond of passing the light, I traded my lightning glance between an incredible tower of glowing buttons, confused lemmings, and bright-eyed salesmen wringing their hands to the soundtrack of their hypnotically comforting gaze.

I dropped gently into a glass tunnel-slide. Like the Boondock heroes at the end of 'The Goonies', I slid ferociously fast through a hamster hallway. The faster I fell(?), the warmer the opiatesque glow of high-tech lighting became. Enthralled in the Siren's maritime glare of submission, I lost more and more focus. Eventually the crescendo of rising light engulfed me, like an infant falling safely into her post-feeding slumber. I felt...good.

I awoke to exiting this heroinary amusement park slide in another holding area, to be lifted, by hand, onto my feet. I remembered something instantly. For a brief second before my fall into their coma-induced dream within a dream, some intense beam rocked a flare into my right wrist. A beam scanned it, and seemed to download internet juice into me. Like...whatever that intensly elusive field is that carries an internet signal was combined with my DNA. It attached to my very bloodstream, unifying my principle of lifeforce with synthetic information.

Before I could bother with asking any WTFs, they turned my attention to the little endtable next to each tunnel exit. It was hard to miss, like any other satchel with stacks of golden wealth. These incredibly lightweight sheets of glimmering metal were to be our new, and only currency. It was unspokenly expressed that any fiscal exchange other than these was highly unadvisable. Never a real fan (or owner) of wealth, I shrugged and slid the satchel's strap over my shoulder and moved on with the slowly digesting intenstinal tract of expressionless victims.

An old classmate from my high school years stepped forward, blocking the exit of the hallway. He snatched my satchel of crucial cash, and tossed it behind him. Folding his disproportionally huge arms over his barrel chest, he offered no release from the hallway's closing grip. As he continued to relocate each functioning effort of mine to pass, I became suddenly aware that he was stalling me to let his roustabout counterparts scatter like vultures over my littered gold. Concluding their headstart, he turned to grab a handful and scamper off with his ravenous clan. I managed to salvage a few remaining sheets of new-world tender and sit, dumbfounded by the irony in my lacking state of resource. I remember thinking that this is nothing new, and that I will adjust.

Before the chill of reality formed itself around this setback, one of the 'salesmen' aproached me with a reasussuring smile. He told me not to worry as his fellow workers nodded in silent agreement. That my purse would be restored before the 'day' ended. I realized immediately that these gold bars were worthless, and the balance normally tying any economy together were absent. As this conclusion ushered in a clear view of this new enviornment's instability, I began to see the proverbial 'man behind the curtain' of this pressing illusion. Before I could react to the sting of universal betrayal, I awoke, lightly perspiring. I awoke, with a...purpose.

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Here is the brief breakdown, and a personal view. If you read the extended version above, thank you! I love feedback, and eagerly welcome what you see. I suspect many will perceive ET abduction, especially those considering the alien trend to resemble fallen angels as part of our upcoming Great Deception.

I crashed my truck onto the median between the highway. At the same time, everyone crashed into each other
as an EMP/Solar flare killed power everywhere.

FEMA converted the local mall into a base, and directed everyone inside. We stood in line, were given our 'new' uniforms, and led to a crazy, high-tech door. It dropped us into a vaccum tube, like the beginning of Futurama.

During the passage through the tube, a beam shot through our wrists, and placed a computer program in our DNA. After we woke up from the travel, we were each given a set amount of new currency. It was like paper I just wanted to throw this out there..in fact as far away from me as I can. Here is an incredible lifelike nightmare I had Sat. night. First is a lengthy, but decorated version. Its a little lengthy, but it should be fun.

If you want, I summed it up below. Just scroll down. It's below the double lines. If you have a minute, though, give the first a chance. If you dont like it, you can have your money back, and hold my stars for a week.
-----
Ever have one of those dreams that are so crystalucid that you wake, slghtly perspiring, and immediately focus your attention on how 'there' you actually were? You have to adjust to where you've been lying for however long, as if you're somewhere new. You almost compare the validity of your newfound state to the more familiar world you just left. You possibly feel...a purpose, as you watch that ambition stray into tiny thought bubbles of fading electricity. I did, and I want to share it.

Please adjust the clarity of how you normally view dreams to lifelike.

Traveling home on a busy highway in my hometown, I remember staring up out of my windshield-more than watching the road, as usual. I like to ensure that I see 'it', whenever 'it' happens (yes, even in dreams.) I love chasing storms, staring into stars, and paying a HUGE premium for constantly running into things. I digress. Well, nothing happened, other than black ice skating my terribly treated Ranger across the median, into other cars. In between the coming and going concrete snakes, before I reached the side with oncoming traffic, an EMP blast (or solar flare, I'm not sure) shut everyones cars down, causing everyone to wreck.

I hopped onto the median that I gracefully slid onto and started jogging to the closest car. I'll spare you the extended semantics of exchanging first aid(ONLY aid) and move on. After carrying what I had in the direction of the wind for awhile (terminal wanderlust), I encountered a large medical station with people already prepared for this disaster. Two of the multitude greeted me quickly, almost too eager to 'help' me. Their behaviour was not unlike a starving car salesman as they ushered me into our local mall. It had been completely redone to serve as a crisis center and recovery station.

Newcomers were given vouchers and directed to another area of the brightly-lit and alien-looking refuge that had MOMENTS before peddled footware and pretzels. Our first stop was FEMA's uniform depot, formerly a cell phone kiosk STILL reeking of expensive perfumes and colonges. We were given black robes in dry cleaning bags and ushered along. As I fumbled along like any proper lemming should with the line, I looked up and wondered what was powering this facility (former electrician), especially concerning Earth's newfound lack of it's former synthetic power grid. I noticed long, clear pipes with blue liquid and electrtcity pulsing an intrusive glow along the path of it's network.

I stepped up 'next' to 'the' turnstile, and stepped onto a circular metal pad. It immediately started spinning me, passing me over a scanner of visible light rays. Each nanosecond of passing the light, I traded my lightning glance between an incredible tower of glowing buttons, confused lemmings, and bright-eyed salesmen wringing their hands to the soundtrack of their hypnotically comforting gaze.

I dropped gently into a glass tunnel-slide. Like the Boondock heroes at the end of 'The Goonies', I slid ferociously fast through a hamster hallway. The faster I fell(?), the warmer the opiatesque glow of high-tech lighting became. Enthralled in the Siren's maritime glare of submission, I lost more and more focus. Eventually the crescendo of rising light engulfed me, like an infant falling safely into her post-feeding slumber. I felt...good.

I awoke to exiting this heroinary amusement park slide in another holding area, to be lifted, by hand, onto my feet. I remembered something instantly. For a brief second before my fall into their coma-induced dream within a dream, some intense beam rocked a flare into my right wrist. A beam scanned it, and seemed to download internet juice into me. Like...whatever that intensly elusive field is that carries an internet signal was combined with my DNA. It attached to my very bloodstream, unifying my principle of lifeforce with synthetic information.

Before I could bother with asking any WTFs, they turned my attention to the little endtable next to each tunnel exit. It was hard to miss, like any other satchel with stacks of golden wealth. These incredibly lightweight sheets of glimmering metal were to be our new, and only currency. It was unspokenly expressed that any fiscal exchange other than these was highly unadvisable. Never a real fan (or owner) of wealth, I shrugged and slid the satchel's strap over my shoulder and moved on with the slowly digesting intenstinal tract of expressionless victims.

An old classmate from my high school years stepped forward, blocking the exit of the hallway. He snatched my satchel of crucial cash, and tossed it behind him. Folding his disproportionally huge arms over his barrel chest, he offered no release from the hallway's closing grip. As he continued to relocate each functioning effort of mine to pass, I became suddenly aware that he was stalling me to let his roustabout counterparts scatter like vultures over my littered gold. Concluding their headstart, he turned to grab a handful and scamper off with his ravenous clan. I managed to salvage a few remaining sheets of new-world tender and sit, dumbfounded by the irony in my lacking state of resource. I remember thinking that this is nothing new, and that I will adjust.

Before the chill of reality formed itself around this setback, one of the 'salesmen' aproached me with a reasussuring smile. He told me not to worry as his fellow workers nodded in silent agreement. That my purse would be restored before the 'day' ended. I realized immediately that these gold bars were worthless, and the balance normally tying any economy together were absent. As this conclusion ushered in a clear view of this new enviornment's instability, I began to see the proverbial 'man behind the curtain' of this pressing illusion. Before I could react to the sting of universal betrayal, I awoke, lightly perspiring. I awoke, with a...purpose.

—----------------------------
--------------------------------

Here is the brief breakdown, and a personal view. If you read the extended version above, thank you! I love feedback, and eagerly welcome what you see. I suspect many will perceive ET abduction, especially those considering the alien trend to resemble fallen angels as part of our upcoming Great Deception.

I crashed my truck onto the median between the highway. At the same time, everyone crashed into each other
as an EMP/Solar flare killed power everywhere.

FEMA converted the local mall into a base, and directed everyone inside. We stood in line, were given our 'new' uniforms, and led to a crazy, high-tech door. It dropped us into a vaccum tube, like the beginning of Futurama.

During the passage through the tube, a beam shot through our wrists, and placed a computer program in our DNA. After we woke up from the travel, we were each given a set amount of new currency. It was like paper
gold bills.

Some bully took mine. The FEMA people said don't worry, we'll give you more, proving it had no real value.
I realized I had been deceived into receiving the mark of beast.
gold bills.

edit on 5-3-2012 by threewhiteeyes because: I'm going to bed.

edit on 5-3-2012 by threewhiteeyes because: Is it still titled Hatte, and not Hatter? whatever, I'm tired.

edit on Mon Mar 5 2012 by DontTreadOnMe because: snipped dup parapgraph




posted on Mar, 5 2012 @ 07:58 AM
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I realized I had been deceived into receiving the mark of beast.gold bills.


Bizarre dream!! Don't worry though, you can't be tricked into taking the mark of the beast. Because the condemnation isn't about the physical act of taking the mark, it's about worshipping Satan. The passages that talk about the MOB mention it in conjunction with worship:


And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name.


Also Revelation 14:9 states that an angel will fly through the skies warning people not to take the MOB just before it starts happening, so until you see that angel then nothing you can do would be accidentally taking the mark. And after the angel's warning, those who choose to take the mark will know exactly what they're doing and they will do it willingly.



posted on Mar, 5 2012 @ 09:16 AM
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If you want, I summed it up below. Just scroll down. It's below the double lines. If you have a minute, though, give the first a chance. If you dont like it, you can have your money back, and hold my stars for a week.
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Just kidding.
I read the short version. lol

Pretty creepy dream. I wouldn't lose any sleep over it though, just stay away from the FEMA guys.



posted on Mar, 5 2012 @ 09:49 AM
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I read the whole bit, very entertaining, but then I enjoy dreams. Mine are never this detailed or at least I don't remember, I just know they are long and I get the message at the end. I will add mine to yours, just for the warning part.

Some time ago I woke up with this one, it was very strong and not a normal dream, more like an implanted memory to be taken seriously. Something had happened to disrupt our area which I am not sure of what it was, perhaps an emp or cme, both of which I and my wife dreamed of. At any rate, soon after these kindly fema types came about, door to door and told us we must leave and get on the buses and trains as they were going to take care of us, this was important to them and the woman telling this was kind, but very insistent.

As she talked, I kept hearing in the background this intuitive: well more than intuitive voice telling me repeatedly, "don't get on the trains, don't get on the trains". So I in a kindly fashion back, told her I would get on the conveyance in the morning as I would like to get things in order in my home before leaving. This seemed to satisfy her and I knew if she felt I was not going to cooperate, more force would be used. So she left our home and I turned to my wife.

I told my wife to get her most rugged clothing and strong boots while I gathered supplies, we were getting out in the upcoming darkness. For on departing, the kind lady told me, if we did not go in the morning, the military would force us onto the trains anyhow. That night the two of us took a small boat, went back into the upper swamps and wilderness, setting up tepee and decided to survive as best we could, but will not get on the trains.

Not all my dreams are negative about being taken. One clear one was of getting on this smaller boat/vessel and being whisked away at very high speed just before the world was pummeled with great explosions. That was one wild ride, and they the voice told us to leave our pet, which did not cause my wife much concern, as she became very docile as though being controlled.



posted on Mar, 5 2012 @ 01:21 PM
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Thanks...I believe the same; I remember feeling betrayed by God for not giving me a chance. That is SO unlike me. Maybe the deception is like the dream within a dream. Either way, Im trusting the Holy Spirit.



posted on Mar, 5 2012 @ 01:46 PM
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Thanks. Losing sleep over a dream..something Stewie would probably say, ha ha. SETH??



posted on Mar, 5 2012 @ 01:51 PM
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From a glance we might be cut from a similar cloth!


I'm guessing, roughly, you and your wife might have conflcting views of what's above. Sounds like you might have a similar response to FEMA, though, and that's good.

Thanks for sharing yours; it seems projected, like mine did..



posted on Mar, 5 2012 @ 11:23 PM
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What a pity. If youre reading this, youve passed the pitiful #ing abomination of my OP. Somehow the order was jumbled around. I requested access to it thrice to reverse it's status as a literary abortion. I was responded to in a very timely manner. With words, not actions, as you can see. Im not putting mods down, thats not what Im saying.

What I AM saying is that I am a fantastic writer, and hitherto have wasted it in the wrong place. Im not sweating for an empty window of five minutes to have something read. Before you get onto your cute little soapboxes, I know its my fault. I brought a power plant to a battery store. People want a brief gust of doominary wind, not a self sustaining hurricane. In fact, Im surprised you're still reading.

Anyway, thanks to anyone that managed to piece together what ATS wouldnt fix-Again, I know theyre busy
so no blame. Ill go find a forum where people want to read, not be fed a glimpse of overpowered bs marinated in that lovely doom taste we all crave. I am going to shamelessly bump this once before I go, however. Nothing worse than dancing for a blind king.

H3ll no, plan 'A' it is.



posted on Mar, 5 2012 @ 11:25 PM
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Shamelessly bumped, as I watch the ATS monolith slowly shrink into the horizon behind me.



posted on Mar, 5 2012 @ 11:28 PM
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Dont leave you self serving whiny ass. Just dont expect people to sit down and read. This isnt a writer's forum. Besides, you know you're mad about this site. Still mad about that Green Eyed Leo, too, huh.



posted on Mar, 5 2012 @ 11:31 PM
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Originally posted by threewhiteeyes
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Dont leave you self serving whiny ass. Just dont expect people to sit down and read. This isnt a writer's forum. Besides, you know you're mad about this site. Still mad about that Green Eyed Leo, too, huh.


She IS smokin, true. OK point taken. Now quit talking to yourself before someone catches on.



posted on Mar, 5 2012 @ 11:32 PM
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Originally posted by threewhiteeyes

Originally posted by threewhiteeyes
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Dont leave you self serving whiny ass. Just dont expect people to sit down and read. This isnt a writer's forum. Besides, you know you're mad about this site. Still mad about that Green Eyed Leo, too, huh.


She IS smokin, true. OK point taken. Now quit talking to yourself before someone catches on.


Like anyone's going to read this. Gah ha ha ok Im done.



posted on Mar, 19 2012 @ 03:11 PM
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It's interesting.
But, why would an EMP make everyone crash?

www.survivalblog.com...



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