I've just woken up from two of the strangest dreams I've ever had, with a host of strange aspects that I simply had to start googling to satisfy my
So dream number 1 = I'm being guided around a beautiful place, somewhere up in the sunny foothills of a mountain range. We start by playing football
- it's as though a whole village of people has turned out for the game. Half of them were standing stock-still, unable to move at all. These people
gave off a really bad vibe; they seemed 'demonic' for want of a better word. Not only could they not move - they were unable to talk. It was as
though a spell had been cast, preventing them from interfering (though the vibe suggested that they really wanted to interfere, and in fact to
actively pursue my harm). My guides, and all those who could move/ talk, were 'angelic' - supportive and obviously trying to help me in some way.
I'm led off, and we shift onto another world - into another plane of existence. The shift is tangible; like in the TV show Fringe when they 'phase'
from one universe to the other. I comment that I'm glad the sky is still blue, as it reminds me of my own world. I'm standing next to a bridge,
which has a bronze plaque upon the side.
The plaque has a relief of many words in a strange language, though it is based on the Latin alphabet. The prominent word, repeated often, is
I'm then told to step into a pool just below the bridge. I'm told that this will enable me to 'trace my DNA'. I do so, and images and words begin to
form on the surface of the pool. The overriding imagery is of aquatic creatures, and it seems to suggest that I was somehow connected to an aquatic
alien race. The next phrase to appear in the surface of the pool is: 'The princess is calling you'
- to which my guides react
As I ponder these two bits of info, a newspaper appears in the next pool, which states that I was once incarnated as a soldier of some sort, who was
sent to the Mars moon Phobos in the year 10967 B.C. to quell the uprising / coup d'etat being drummed up by an evil queen and her consort.
At this point I woke up.
Later on I went back to sleep, and had an even weirder but more succinct dream. In it, I appeared to live out part of a story that had been relayed
to me in the first dream (though the details are now hazy - it involved being in France and carrying out some sort of espionage).
During the dream, I met someone who narrated a little about a situation that a future France would face. He talked about how he had been a French
government minister who had made a decision to abandon the French nuclear project. He claimed that the decision had been made in a town called
Daissar, in Southern France.
After this, I was out walking - night had fallen - and I came across two men being attacked by a swarm of large dragonflies. Helping to fend them
off, I explained that the dragonflies were in fact called Yotta-Bites, and claimed to them that the information had come to me in my first dream of
the night. The Yotta-Bites flew in formation with a parent and youngling holding onto each other closely until a kill had been made, when they would
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So some of the dream aspects seem utterly random; others seemed to have a bit more to them.
To start with, I googled the name of the town in Southern France which was relayed to me as the site from which the French nuclear project was (or
from our perspective, 'will be') abandoned.
I was knocked sideways to discover that 'Daissar' is a word in Occitan
, an uncommon language based on the Roman alphabet, spoken predominantly
in Southern France. It means 'to leave, or abandon'.
Occitan is a Romance language spoken mainly in southern France and also in Italy and Spain. There are perhaps 1.5 million people who speak Occitan
in their daily lives, while 5 or 6 million people are able to speak the language. The majority of speakers are elderly and live in rural areas. There
are six dialects of Occitan: Provençal, Gascon, Languedoc, Limousin, Alpine and Auvergne.
Occitan first began to appear in writing during the 10th century and was used particularly to write the poetry of the troubdours. The troubadours
performed their poetry of love, satire and war in the courts of kings and nobles all over France, Spain and other countries in Europe.
When France became a unified country in the 15th century, the language of the French court, langue d'oïl, was favoured over Occitan and other
regional languages, which went into decline. Langue d'oïl developed into modern French.
I would like to point out that the last country on Earth that I would ever expect to abandon their nuclear program, would be France. They love
nuclear power! Even my own subconscious is filled with images of their nuclear testing in the Pacific from years ago. Point being, this is a second
piece of evidence that the ideas about France in this dream came from outside my own mind
Civaux in southwestern France is a stereotypical rural French village with a square, a church and a small school. ......... But overlooking the
picturesque hamlet are two giant cooling towers from a nuclear plant, still under construction, a half-mile away. When the Civaux nuclear power plant
comes on line sometime in the next 12 months, France will have 56 working nuclear plants, generating 76% of her electricity.
In France, unlike in America, nuclear energy is accepted, even popular. Everybody I spoke to in Civaux loves the fact their region was chosen. The
nuclear plant has brought jobs and prosperity to the area. Nobody I spoke to, nobody, expressed any fear. From the village school teacher, Rene Barc,
to the patron of the Cafe de Sport bar, Valerie Turbeau, any traces of doubt they might have had have faded as they have come to know plant workers,
visited the reactor site and thought about the benefits of being part of France's nuclear energy effort.
France's decision to launch a large nuclear program dates back to 1973 and the events in the Middle East that they refer to as the "oil shock." The
quadrupling of the price of oil by OPEC nations was indeed a shock for France because at that time most of its electricity came from oil burning
plants. France had and still has very few natural energy resources. It has no oil, no gas and her coal resources are very poor and virtually
French policy makers saw only one way for France to achieve energy independence: nuclear energy, a source of energy so compact that a few pounds of
fissionable uranium is all the fuel needed to run a big city for a year. Plans were drawn up to introduce the most comprehensive national nuclear
energy program in history.
A word that came in two different forms, in both dreams, was YOT
In the first dream, I somehow thought 'Yot' meant 'day'. In the second dream I called the insects 'Yotta Bites' as I thought 'Yotta' meant
On waking, I decided to google it.
Yot = To unite closely. source
In the second dream, the parent and youngling Yotta Bites were? United closely.
What can be more closely united than Day and Night?
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