Prophecy in Dreams - Tailored Just For You?

Hello ATS.

Ever get hit in the face with a brick? Metaphorically speaking, of course. Now... if you did ever get hit in the face with a real brick, I'm guessing the surprise would be very similar, sans all the face throbbing pain.


Dreams... What are they? Are they just fanciful ways your subconscious cope and perhaps processes your daily experiences? Do they... Can they tell the future in some weird way that only you can understand after the event happens? What is it with the dreams that somehow stick with you forever? The ones that you tend to remember so clearly above all other dreams.

Well.. That preverbal brick just slammed right upside my head a little while ago and I think this is the place for it. Though, it wasn't simply surprise that took hold... It was a sudden realization that dreams I've had over the last 10 years - very vivid dreams - have come to fruition but I'm not really sure what comes after...

I'll explain...

There are a handful of dreams that stuck with me. It's not that these dreams were any more weird (even less so) than a lot of my dreams, yet I can't remember but only slight, fuzzy bits a pieces of dreams. These dreams were way more vivid, had more substance, more of something that feels like meaning but with no obvious answer at the end... only more questions. It's these handful of dreams that I can probably count with less than 10 fingers that has stuck with me for all these years. I reflect upon them now and then. They pop in my mind and once more, the thoughts fade with no explanation.


Contents of the dreams?

All of these dreams, I feel, are very connected with one another. It's almost like each dream picked up where the last left off. Always the same people in the dreams, the same eerie dark clouds and all with the same theme, if you will... For a lack of better words.

It began with floods...

There were a few that took place more or less 15 years ago than the rest. The rest were in the last 10 years based on memorable events in my life where I can somehow categorize these with time frames.

The first few were dealing with flooding, as I mentioned. They were always situated in my home town. It was weird since at the time, I didn't live there and I never thought I would end up back there. Life events unfolded and somehow I ended up in a waist high flood in that same hometown after moving back home, getting married and all that stuff.

Though, I didn't feel that the dreams and this flood were the same. Some years later, I ended up here in Texas and that's when a few of those dreams really kicked into overdrive. They were no longer just dreams but dreams with fear instilled in them. Dreams where feelings and reality seemed to really blend in.

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The next few were about some kind of plague. I was standing outside with my uncle and we were watching the stars for some strange reason. Suddenly we were in panic mode and we felt that plague was falling from the sky but all I could see were pin points of light in a dark brown sky (I perceived as night time). His children and another uncle was there. The other uncle is where the rest of the flood dreams come in.

Then the flood dreams came back. Still always in my home town. The "other" uncle, the one that works for the same parent company in the oilfield, similar kind of work but his job (once also worked for his division doing the same thing years before) requires him to be on offshore, platform, barges and the like. Anything away from land and usually on the water.

In one dream (and this dream repeated a few times as the others have done but never exact, always very similar) that other uncle was with me on a barge. Though we were in our hometown and our hometown was flooded by about 4 feet everywhere. There were no longer any solid pieces of land, everything was submerged by about 4 feet. In the dream, we knew it would never retreat though I don't know if it were getting deeper of just remained the same. We only knew that our home town would remain flooded and for some reason, in each case, we were always on a rig or barge but getting home required floating.

(I'm sorry if this is all over the place - writing from memories)

There were other dreams in there just as vivid, all of which ended up with some type of destruction of my hometown... Tornadoes - Nuclear missile, floods...

No... My home town will probably never get tagged by a nuke. It's just that unimportant.

After these seemingly bundled dreams seem to stop... I received another that really took me by surprise.

3 (of what I can only describe as).... somethings... Very hard to describe. They were white. They were rectangle. For some reason, I felt like they were 3 separate compartments of what would be the sections of the ISS. Yet, only 3 separate large, white rectangles that seem to do a dance, almost like in the manner of which someone braids hair. They spun in this perfect 3 way fashion and as they spun in and out of this weave, they got closer and closer to the ground, right above my head until it felt like it was trying to press me to the ground. I felt these 3 "boxes" were extremely heavy and I knew I would crushed but at the last minute I woke. This was in the exact same setting where we witnessed the little streaks in the sky and thought a plague was falling upon us.

Somehow... that was the final piece of the puzzle. Though, I have no idea what it means. The fear is that I wont know until it happens and then and only then will I understand it.

If this is the case... It might be a prophecy but not for the world. No one would understand it. I didn't even understand it until now... Today. That brick homed in on it's target and didn't miss.



Proof, you say?

Well... Actually....

They're all here on ATS in the archives. Every little specific detail I could remember while writing at the time. I will definitely have to dig these up but some of you may remember.


So how does this come to light now?

My uncle called for some help with his laptop a couple days ago. He told me that in the last hurricane, he lost his house and his sailboats. He is now angry at the fact that this more or less wipes out his retirement if he tries to "fix" it or forget about his dreams of sailing his retirement away.

This was sad to hear. His house was messed up pretty bad - his sailboat, a beauty of a vessel which he had just completed cosmetic work on, destroyed. He only had a year before retirement. What a slap in the face!

Now.. another... A 3rd is heading directly for home once again in the last months time... Of course they're getting floods which isn't uncommon back home since we did live on a lake...

He was also upset because he went offshore, got sick with Covid, came back home for 2 weeks during self quarantine, then the day of, they sent him back out to work.... That's some really sad $#!& right there.... But yes... This is the oilfield mentality, sadly.

Mind you... All of this happening at once... I'm seriously looking over my shoulder for that trinity of heavy weight to lay be flat.

This is only minor information. This topic would take pages and pages and a lot of time to explain all of the details for each dream and why I really believe these are more than dreams. I don't claim to be a prophet since obviously that's for the masses. These dreams seem to be tailored only to me yet I can't know what they mean until it happens. Scary!

maybe I just realized what that "x3" space containers might have been when it was pressing down on me.... Maybe 3 hurricanes back to back?

Couldn't be that easy and that wouldn't really involve me personally. Only my family. Mom - brokers, uncles, aunts, etc.

a reply to: StallionDuck

Dreams have a funny way of playing tricks on our minds, especially when we are going through things in the waking life.
A huge aspect is the emotional Rollercoaster they usually take us on, sometimes relaying to what we are actually going through in life.
I usually chalk it up to our subconscious is trying to process things that have happened to better prepare you for it again in the future.

I've had long stretches of apocalyptic type dreams, ranging from tornados to tsunamis to alien invasions, and sometimes dreamed about them over and over for weeks in a row.
I too was skeptical about whether or not I was foreseeing future events.

None of them ever came true, yet.
But I highly doubt they ever will.

There is great chaos inside each and every one of us humans, its up to us to calm the chaos long enough to see the beauty at its center.

You're dreams are trying to tell you something.
You need to be patient and listen. Like a river. Let it take you with the flow, fighting it only gets you knowhere. Eventually you get tired and drown.

a reply to: StallionDuck


I’ve had some really different dreams this year.

The ones that struck me the most were: an old Jewish friend of mine was walking alongside me in an underground tunnel and told me to remember the number 5.

I also dreamed I ended up at Keanu Reeves house after some strange apocalyptic event was unfolding. He was very kind,

a reply to: kiliker30

Thanks for the reply. Good info though, it's very hard for me to understand "just go with it". Honestly and no patronizing here...

Belief is a very strange thing to me. I don't understand it. Everything is laced with uncertainty and often doubt being so skeptical. Certain things are beyond my control, though. God is one of them. It's there imbedded in me, through all my doubts and trials... It's still there deep. But when I say I believe this or that, I can't say with all honesty that I "believe" in much.

So me and Lucy tangled a lot back in the day.... Might be the reason for the indecision in my life and everything having multiple faucets of truth and untruth. lol I think the ARMY was on to something there when they paired such activities with schizophrenia.

Dreams were always odd things but I never gave them any meaning in the sense that I felt they were real. At the time, I didn't think prophecy, that's only a very recent construct based on current events. Though.. Through all of these events unfolding, it made me wonder if there were some kind of relation. That's where I am now because it just seems so familiar and the incidences always tend to mirror dreams in some funny little ways. Most of all, each of those dreams, the more I think about them (and this could be part of the problem - I don't doubt that) the more details that come about that relate to certain events since then. Granted, all of these were long before the events I'm referring to but... What if?

And if it's if.... What does that 3rd dream mean?

I'd like to open up for such things but I also believe hypnotism is 100% BS. So much so that I think the people are in on it (even if it was a real thing). It just doesn't make sense to me. Yet... I can sit here and think that these dreams have something very real involved.

Still waiting for that sun to go black with a clap... lol

Or that "LISTEN" that one stern angel told me... scolding. Man he seemed upset that I was joking in the back with a friend. Sorry... I didn't listen so I couldn't tell you what he was telling me. Though....

There was a figure with a semi-short, very clean beard (black), stern gaze... Looked dead at me with seemingly no emotion but perhaps distaste - anger - unimpressed... It wasn't an expression of shame.. It was very stern and knowing... I think telling me that I wasn't exactly being a good person.

He wore white with a blue sash (the blue was a very comforting - smooth color) and he walked down those stairs passed me and that's when I saw a huge white ball of light glide across the horrizon.

Now this dream was interesting because I'll describe this as a Black/Blue night. It was night time. I could see the tree branches directly overhead, almost covering the whole sky. It was dark but it was almost like a dark blue light - if that makes sense. Not like a blacklight. It was dark but a dark blue.

The light that went over head was more akin to a very massive comet than anything. It didn't light up the sky like say a falling meteor would. It took all but a few seconds to pass over.

Matter of factly, the angel was in the front of this 'group', almost like a museum expedition, teaching or instructing the small group of people in front of me. I was just being a moron and cutting up while not paying attention.


If nothing at all... Dreams are kinda cool, even to just think about. Its nice to think that they have some meaning, some feeling of self purpose perhaps but... Dang... Some of these just stick with you forever and don't let go.

If they were trying to tell me something, if it's one thing I know well about my dreams.... In every one of them, I must be extremely ADHD because I can't interact with my dreams worth a damn. I just watch and in every single one it's almost robotic, knowing what I would do way deep down in my soul to the point that my reactions are true, bare and way more honest than I am in real life.

originally posted by: KTemplar
a reply to: StallionDuck


I’ve had some really different dreams this year.

The ones that struck me the most were: an old Jewish friend of mine was walking alongside me in an underground tunnel and told me to remember the number 5.

I also dreamed I ended up at Keanu Reeves house after some strange apocalyptic event was unfolding. He was very kind,

See, that would hold valuable significance to me but I would never understand what it meant. Maybe my dreams are a little broken and someone's playing some really horrible tricks on me because of it. It feels like someone gave you an important bit of information or an answer that you need but doesn't tell you what the answer means. It's like saying the meaning of life is 42.... lol

I think Keanu would be fun to hang out with and talk about what life really is....

a reply to: StallionDuck
I think your dreams are relevant. The flooding of water in connection with nuclear radiation, the chemtrails, the three braiding gravitational boxes and the oil fields may be giving clues to either the artificial creation of Earth, an artificial sun or it could be explaining the planned destruction of Earth. If someone wanting to turn Earth into a star again by utilizing nuclear fission, then, the barium salts coming from the chemtrails that are also utilized in fireworks could help agitate a high tide that may respond or react to ionizing radiation excited by the microwaves coming from the moon which could raise the tide some. The oil could serve as a means to prevent the hydrogen from escaping after being released through a cold fusion electrolysis method. The tornadoes may be indicating success in achieving heighted particle acceleration, thus putting Earth closer to becoming a star. And the pandemic, hmmm I am not certain how that could fit in. Just my two cents hope you liked my interpretation




Maybe this is what the three boxes mean?

a reply to: StallionDuck

I really miss flying / levitation dreams. I have had them since I was a child and now rarely have them anymore.

I became very good at it after I stopped falling and running into stuff. The lift off feeling when you leave the ground.


I don't really dream about events. More like short encounters. They fade fast after I wake up.

a reply to: leira7

Thanks for the reply.

I don't think that image does it justice. It was more like say... Someone tying a french braid. Or kind of sorta how a person moved cups around on a flat surface (but this was in 3 dimensions) to mix them up so another can't find the pea

Info,

I'm with you there. I haven't had one of those since I'd say 20 years ago. Those were pretty neat! I've had plenty of lucid dreams but only one where I could actually control my dream but it didn't last long. Being aware I was in my dream made it hard to stay asleep and in that same dream.

a reply to: infolurker

I love it, I fly on occasions in my dreams, that feeling in your gut and the force from your hands pushing you up into the sky is amazing.
I wish we could do it here on this side of reality.

Usually, mine are a water theme in a positive manner, I did a thread about them before, there's a few dreams I could stand to add that I've had since posting it.

But lately, my dreams have been less water-oriented and more...well, it's hard to explain. There's still bodies of water, but the dreams are less about those as a focus, and my "dream attention" is far more focused on the landscape, which can be anywhere from a cabin in a dense alpine forest high up on a mountain, to uh...a levitating "ice mountain" water park. Reminded me of the Relto in Myst: Online with the way this giant mountain made of solid ice hung there in a...well, not a void, and not a sky, but not clouds, either. It's hard to quantify, to be honest. I like that dream, though, the atmosphere is a fun one, people are happy, and honestly? The dream's food is fantastic.

One that gave me the heebie jeebies recently was me and several others I never saw the faces of going through underground tunnels. There was a purpose to it, we were looking for & releasing prisoners that were hidden there. I'm not sure if it was a country, a company, or what, but it "felt" very risky to be attempting to do. The prisoners all reminded me of starved concentration camp victims -- gaunt & frail. Every single one was clad in very old, filthy hospital gowns that hung off them. And they very photosensitive, flashlights hurt their eyes immensely. The group had thought we'd found everyone we could, and turned to leave, but via a different route than the one we came in via. There was another offshoot tunnel/hall, and I decided to check it out, just to be sure.

I got to a cell door, iron bars kind, and looked in at one more person huddled in a corner. As I was looking at them, they looked at me, and I got this skin crawling sensation of KNOWING who it was, but not at the same time. Familiar, but unfamiliar. I had no idea who they were, but they knew me by name. I...did something to the lock, picked it I guess, and helped them up, telling them to run, as FAST as possible, and we got out of there.

After a time, someone came to my home to tell me how the former prisoners were doing, I still couldn't see the person's face, and in hindsight, couldn't tell you if they were male or female, either. They mentioned something about how one former prisoner requested lodging at my home (same house as we live in IRL) because they would feel safer that way, and they were waiting in the car for the OK from me. I said sure, to make themselves at home, etc and that I'd be waiting inside whenever they were ready.

The next thing I know, I'm in one of the bedrooms with the former prisoner making up a bed for them, and taking a very hard look at them frequently, every square inch, trying to figure out how they knew me and why they seemed so familiar.

They came around my side of the bed and held their arms out, as if for a hug, and I obliged. Something in the "dream me" clicked, and I knew who it was, explicitly. I apologized again and again for not coming for them sooner, nobody knew they were there, hugging their frail, starved frame as hard as I dared, gently. It's this exchange that still makes my skin crawl remembering it, something about it was, dare I say, profoundly intimate (in a non-sexual way) Every now and then, I still ask myself, "Who the hell was that??"

The dream ended when in it, my husband came home from work, and the kids came home from their friends' house. I'd taken the mystery person's hand and said something along the lines of how my husband would love to finally meet them, I woke up when the side door in the dream opened.

Figure that one out. It by far ranks as one of my more unsettling dreams, and has no correlation to anything in real life that I can tell. It's just one of those freaky dreams that makes a hell of an impact, as intangible as the reason(s) may be.