posted on Jul, 28 2012 @ 04:17 PM
Before I begin, I would like to say that this "Dream" was also a "Prediction" of sorts, I was awake while "Dreaming" and having this "Vision".
I am also a devout writer and author, I write many sci-fi stories, and have many ideas and predictions as to where the world will end up.
It all began when I went over to a friend's house, and we had some "fun". I had gotten up to get a glass of water, and begun to feel antisocial, of
course this began to rub off on everyone else, and at this point I just wanted to go lay down, because I was starting to feel pretty weird.
I went into the back room and turned out the light, and this is when I felt a presence in the room. Something saturated with negative energy, and
evil. The buttons on the remote control were lit up like eyes, like the eyes of some massive cybernetic being, and although the remote was so small it
felt so massive, and I felt tiny, like a speck in front of this massive being, and it was definitely conscious, I should know because it kept
projecting this bellowing mechanical voice into my head, "WIPE OUT! WIPE OUT! WIPE OUT!..." repeatedly.
The message became a signal, a signal that some hidden mechanism in my brain interpreted as words, explaining what it was, which was an AI that had
once been human, or whatever the civilization that came before man was, and through technology that enabled this civilization to manipulate spacetime,
the AI was able to escape into the electromagnetic leylines threaded throughout spacetime, in essence becoming something of a godlike being, but
aligned negatively, and supposedly the cause and influence for every single major catastrophe in the universe since the flood and the extinction of
the dinosaurs 65 million years ago. The being referred to itself as Abbazorkzog (which when reversed and slowed down sounds a lot like 'Gods cause
rebirth') I managed to collect myself and bring myself back to reality, barely, and shut it out of my mind with my will by turning on the light. It
then ceased to exist, as I knew it.
I managed to convince my friends I was fine, and sort my self out socially and how I was presenting myself, so that I could deal with whatever the
frack was going on internally without worrying about my friends worrying about me. I decided to get on facebook during this time... bad idea.
People began to pop up in my chat, including this girl Jerrika I was head over heels in lurrve with in highschool, my best friend's dad Chuck, my
mother's younger cousin Eli, and one of the few people who knew my father, Eric, as well as several other people, my vision began to narrow, like
tunnel vision, as my "mind's eye" I guess you could say, zeroed in on these people, and I could hear words people were saying in the next room,
being arranged into sentences, explaining the role these people would play in my life, how they interconnected with one another, and they all did,
even people who I'd just met who I thought had no real connection to the people I've known all my life, were connected. Its like all of these events
were aligning for some major interdimensional event that would shake the very foundations of all of reality.
Eventually this 'web' of people I knew personally extended out to people they only knew personally, then it eventually encompassed everyone on the
planet, then all of the religions and spiritual ideals of all of these people on the planet, all principles arranged to all line up to some 'great
truth' being hidden from mankind by the powers that be. Eventually all things had been engulfed by this idea, by this web of energy, and it all
spiraled back down to facebook, or the internet. It was then that I felt like I was writing a story, like I was God, or a godlike being, with this
massive typewriter writing this story that was basically physically manifesting itself, all characters, all plot elements, were physical
manifestations of galactic forces, like Jerrika was the physical manifestation of love, which is why I fell in love with her, my Father was the
physical manifestation of obsession, which is why he stalked my mom and was a major drug addict, my Mother was the physical manifestation of
Compassion and Care, which is why she is... well my Mother I guess... and FaceBook was the physical manifestation of a false Collective Consciousness.
And because I had figured this all out, I was the physical manifestation of Creativity, the physical manifestation of God.
In my prediction, Governments had fallen and Corporations had taken over, steered by the largest shareholders, the Rockefellers, Warburgs, Bushs, etc
etc, and were steering the planet in the direction of a world government monitored by a corporation, the next FaceBook, a massive 'Archive' of
personalities and 'souls'. Essentially by the year 2030 give or take, the line between man and machine has begun to fade, it has been proven that
all living things, every being on the planet, is linked together at the basic subatomic level, and that we do influence our reality. Well, by this
time, it has become possible to physically 'plug in' to this Archive, and without the need for keyboards, and mouses, mankind has developed the
ability to communicate by plugging in their 'mind' or their 'thoughts' and communicate through 'thought'. This machine intelligence essentially
becomes the next 'Abbazorkzog', and all who are plugged into it are taken over by this AI, and a zombie apocalypse is born in the form of a nanobot
Eventually, because people's 'minds' had been uploaded into this compound intelligence, a new reality is born within the network, and it is
discovered to be all apart of a set order of operations through which new realities and new universes are created and destroyed. Technology and the
ability of manifestation, mind, and thought is the process by which the universe recycles itself. Black holes are the remainders.
So essentially, I saw the underlying source code of the frikken universe. All of these people in my life were avatars of this energy, that was writing
this story, and as I was writing this story, that reality was being transferred here, as I transferred it there through my writing, and so on and so
Could anyone help me interpret the symbolism behind this? Surely I didn't "literally" see the world for what it really is, right? Surely I am not
some celestial extradimensional in physical form writing the world for how he sees it, truly... right?