Hi everyone. My last thread was all about a dream which seemed to suggest the influence of an external intelligence, and can be found here:
Proof** that 'someone' is communicating in dreams **As near as possible,
Well, last night I had a dream that I can only explain as being formed by some sort of hypnotic/ auto-suggestion.
I'll note the details here in the first post, then add images and explanations of my morning's research in the second post.
Dream starts when I find myself playing football on a roof garden in the centre of Manchester, UK. I believed that the garden was in fact at my old
house (however, my old house isn't in central Manchester, and didn't have a roof garden). I was practicing my 'skills', when I suddenly realised
that I must be dreaming, as I can't actually play football in waking life, due to an injury. I carried on, enjoying the ability to play - and then
realised that all my significant dreams of late have begun with a game of football, in some fashion or other. In this case I was playing solo, and
nobody else was around.
I began to sense malevolent presences nearby, in the shadows, but felt that someone subconsciously told me to ignore them - that gave me the
confidence to do so. At this point I managed to kick the ball over into the neighbour's garden, and due to the presence of lots of overgrown weeds
and brambles, decided to leave it there and find something else to do. It's important to note that I was slipping in and out of lucidity throughout
My attention was caught by something in the sky. I saw a literal flying saucer, revolving and spinning across the sky, in between the profile of two
buildings. As I looked, I saw an armada of these saucers come spinning into view, clogging the skyline with their presence. I turned round to find
my wife standing next to me and said ''Is this it? Is this the invasion?''
At this point I found myself on the streets below, in my car with my wife next to me. We began to drive home, though I realised that I only had a
vague idea of where I was. At this point I began to suspect that I wasn't dreaming, but that this was a real experience, and that somehow I had
woken up and decided to travel to central Manchester during the night. It was early morning in the dream..
I found myself driving across a bridge, which was painted with large letters on the road surface: "BOEING WAY"
I looked up and saw what appeared to be the fleet of UFO's - hiding behind a screen of fake clouds. I drove into a tunnel which was clogged with
pedestrians, and I had to drive carefully to avoid hitting them.
I found myself on foot, waiting at a pedestrian crossing while a tram passed in front of me. I felt the sense of malevolent presences on board the
tram, and couldn't bring myself to look inside. After it passed I walked through the remainder of the tunnel and rejoined my wife amid a crowd of
people outside. At this point I found that I was wearing rollerblades, and was skating along while my wife walked.
I began to try and figure out which way would take us home. I went onto a road system, and looked up to see a signpost with the title "BRAMHALL",
but with an arrow that suggested you head forwards for a while, then take a 90degree turn to the right. Knowing that I didn't want to go to Bramhall
(though it's quite near to where I live), I turned to the left and found myself at the emerge point onto a roundabout. The road in front of me was
painted with the code for an A-road: "A5102".
I ignored the apparent direction, knowing I was seeking the A6. I passed out in front of several cars and was about to head towards Piccadilly
railway station when my wife tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to a pathway heading off to the South. It was smooth and well-lit - perfect for
rollerblades. My wife climbed onto my back and we headed off down the path. At this point I became very lucid, realising I was dreaming and could
control the speed I was traveling. Our speed increased, becoming exhilarating, and I almost crashed, but avoided it by simply affirming that I was
dreaming and couldn't be hurt. As soon as that realisation hit, the path became crumbly and overgrown - we came to a massive barred gate up ahead,
and on realising I couldn't go any further, I woke up.
After waking, I realised that once again there were signs that information was being conveyed to me in the dream, and I began to investigate.