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Just woke up for the second time this morning since my dream and it is 3:38 am. Had dream within last half hour and decided to write this down. Have had several dreams lately, only to wake up and not be able to remember them. Usually wake up between 3 & 4 am.
We can't get pictures of "them" because "they" don't have an "image". Their image is only what we perceive it to be. My dream was of photos taken at a beach, I think, and/or some sort of hotel pool, a nice, resort-type one. I was being harassed by one of "them" leaving me phone messages, to let me know it was watching me.
Also possibly attempting to interact with me through/using other people. Asking me questions to taunt me, to illicit fear/anxiety. Questions were of a teasing/taunting nature such as, did I like it when so-and-so or such-and-such happened or when I saw/heard/etc something that had actually happened.......things were asked for the sole purpose of verifying that "it" was indeed watching the events of my life.
The pictures were taken by [David] & belonged to him....he could not see what I saw, but was initially very fascinated/curious by what I claimed to be seeing. When I looked at certain pictures that showed a particular individual, if I kept looking at it, the face/clothing/appearance would slightly change. Face & clothing/appearance changed independent of each other.
[Terry] was there and I was excitedly explaining this to both of them, but neither could see what I was seeing and were beginning to lose interest......then it dawned on me---don't look at face, hair, clothes, how we normally inspect & record a person---just look at the image as a whole....all at once.
If we attempt to examine/research them or try to "see" them by looking at them as we would a person, by looking at their separate aspects which make up the whole, everyone will see something different, thus what they really are can never be "proved" or further examined/investigated....people lose interest and no further understanding is gained because they see nothing remarkable, they only see what they perceive, even though it may be different for each person.
[Terry] began rapidly flipping through the pictures, I could see/was seeing through his eyes.....he was seeing the morphing image---young man, woman, differing shirts, no shirt, tall, short, beard, no beard, old man, girl, muscular man, features resembling animals, etc.
[David] still couldn't see and began to get angry----wanted all pictures back, getting impatient.......I had the stack of pictures and had been trying to sneak one of the better ones into my pocket while going through them looking for the ones that had the particular individual in them.
I remember understanding that [David] was no longer "alone" in his judgment anymore due to his increasing agitation and growing, unreasonable rage....and it was only moments before he would know what I had been trying to do (ie: sneak a picture without his knowledge, with the intent to share what I saw with others so I could teach them/show them/share with them what I had discovered).
At first [Terry] was unable to see the truth of what was in the picture and was ready to ridicule me and totally lose interest. But he was willing to truly make an effort and give the benefit of a doubt to the possibility that there was actually something valid to what I was trying to show him. Once he did that, once he put his faith in the possibility of there being something that existed that he didn't understand, even though [David] was sitting next to him and had already made up his mind that it was nonsense and what I was talking about was just my imagination, and began to seem like he was beginning to panic in his overwhelming and seemingly unreasonable desire and need to get those pictures back in his possession, [Terry] did not allow that to influence his actions, he did not simply take [David's] word for it and chalk it up to nonsense without further examination and coming to the truth of the matter on his own terms.
Also.....doors, rooms, lights.
I went to get things from my "old room" that was in some sort of hotel or resort, a place that had many rooms that people were staying in. But it was a dark, used, and old place. Many rooms had been abandoned.
I was moving to a "new room". Between the new and old rooms, there was a series of doors and rooms that I had to pass through back and forth as I moved my things from one place to the other. Some of the lights in the rooms worked, some didn't.
I was quickly trying to move my things from one room to the other, deciding with each pass that I needed less and less from my old room......less & less of my "stuff" in the old room seemed necessary/worth the effort to move. On my last trip through the rooms and doors, the only thing I had and decided I needed, were my children.
They were clinging to me, afraid of the dark rooms, crying for me to turn on the light before we rushed through it to the next room. I sensed urgency, possibly that we were being followed or chased, something looming in the rooms we had passed through. I was scared, but not terrified....only hoping with each flick of the light switch that we would not encounter succeeding rooms of darkness/broken lights and have to find our way through in total darkness.
My "old room" seemed surrounded by some sort of "threatening presence" so I felt like I had to work fast. There was someone in the room accross the hall, they were laying in a bed still sleeping. It was the girlfriend of the guy that lived in that room. I knew she could hear me, but she never moved or acknowledged my presence, she just stayed in bed under the covers and continued to sleep.
The surrounding "threat" started to breach my old room as I frantically gathered my things, and tried to manifest itself through items in room-----dolls, clothes, etc.
I was talking to God, outloud, describing what I believe and why I believed it to be true....His Word, His promises.
The "threat" was unable to manifest itself in the presence of Truth, and kept slithering/crawling/squirming back into the darkness under the bed, searching for something else to attempt to manifest itself through.
Me claiming my beliefs was the only thing that kept it at bay, however it was an ongoing battle until I left the room for the last time.