posted on Nov, 5 2012 @ 01:05 PM
I appreciate your sharing this. My father used to run a website that collected people's dreams, going by the theory that if a lot of people dreamt
something similar that the event might soon unfold (this was inspired by reports that 9/11 was dreamed about by many people before it happened.) True
or not, the site didn't last long before it disappeared (along with all its backup files.) I always found that an interesting idea though. Myself and
others have had very similar dreams as yours. That's not to say that these dreams will come true, but I find it an interesting topic for
In moments of strong déjà vu I've sometimes remembered the very moment when I saw (in a dream state) the event I was experiencing. You mention how
your dreams about the future seem different. Can you explain this in any more detail? When I remember a psychic dream, it's a vague memory of
witnessing the current event almost like in a movie theater (not interacting with the dream, just witnessing it play out before me.)
I’ve had prolific dreams about alien invasions and massive flooding (and tidal waves) for years now. They are very prolific and possibly prophetic.
In these dreams however, I am interacting in them (experiencing the events as they play out.) The dreams are very similar to each other and seem to
tell different pieces of a collective story, sometimes just of earlier or later events in what unfolds, and other times compiling of a large portion
of these events.
Focusing on what relates to aliens, the storyline would begin with witnessing what appeared to be parachutes falling from the sky (or oddly-shaped
jellyfish-like balloons.) There was doubt in my family and neighborhood as to whether or not these were extraterrestrial. It seems there had been
either rumors or reports of this, but not everyone believed it. I did. Some people were terrified, running for their lives. The fear would also get to
me and I’d find myself running. Somehow, I’d get divided from my friends and loved ones and I’d end up in a van with strangers. We became
friends, but as ‘parachutes’ would land around us it seemed that people were disappearing (as if being abducted.) And also, in the chaos of
landing ‘parachutes’ and frenzied crowds, we’d become divided.
Along the way, me and my fellow travelers would find ourselves at motels where we’d observe TV reports that indeed aliens had landed (the Grays) and
that they had taken over control over the United States Government (and somehow also the world.) At first this was terrifying and I saw this as no
more of a good thing as anyone else. On another occasion, US representatives introduced the alien leaders on live TV at the White House, assuring us
that they were peaceful. I seem to remember an alien speaking and his words being translated, I believe, although this part is vague. At this point I
considered if they were peaceful, yet my group kept moving for cover.
In some dreams, the emphasis is more on (Canadian) military control of the situation, as they try to round up fleeing and hidden citizens to be
accounted for. They never seemed to be gunning people down, but their methods seemed repressive and unpleasant to me. I’d sometimes witness groups
of captured civilians with armed men around them, escorted off to jail-like camps (I believe just temporarily.) At one point I was captured, thus
losing touch with my group. I acted passive (playing the timid artist) and the guards fell for it. I was in a cell but yet I’d also be allowed
outside of it, I believe having earned the freedom to do janitorial work.
Once I saw the guards turned away, talking. Instinct told me what to do. I leapt into a wagon (or tub on wheels) filled with dirty clothes and buried
myself under them. This was then wheeled outside. I don’t remember if they were dumped out or not, but it gave me my break. I was forced to wrestle
with a man (I guess the one who wheeled me out) and I took his handgun, which turned out to be a laser gun! I ran as fast as I could, but soon
soldiers were running after me. I’d fire back, not caring if I killed, harmed or just scared them (and probably did each.) The laser gun was very
effective at this and I ran very fast over grassy hills and around trees until I came to the woods.
Somehow I met up with another group and we formed a kind of village inside the forest, where we basically lived with the land, using only whatever
technologies that we’d brought with us. We became like a family and one was my girlfriend (who may have been a lady friend I know in person.) But
one day a military unit came in and panic ensued. With little time to react, I called out for her while running away from the sides of our makeshift
village being invaded, but I could not find her (or any of my closest friends.) Everyone was running and being grabbed. With little choice, I darted
through the woods (in real life I actually can run through the woods (I’ve done this since I was a child.)