Dreams of the NWO

I was wondering if anyone has had any dreams/visions of a NWO takeover, end of America dreams, or dreams about people in FEMA concentration camps. I have been studying these dreams for a little over a year now and looking to add more individuals into the research. If you have had any of these dreams/visons or dreams/visions relating to the above please post them in DETAIL everything is important, no matter how small.

Thank You.
~TheMythLives

Yes, I have seen foreign troops land on US soil in broad day light. I have seen and been inside of the camps. I have seen the takeover of US by the way of homeland security. I have seen mega tsunamis. I have seen mass UFO flyovers and landings. I have seen the use of antigravity technology. Trains from the future. I have encountered the watchers.I have seen the riots and can give details. I have seen what happens when to what many people describe as ascension and or vibration and how this is achieved and can go into detail about any of these subjects but it will take some time as they have been coming to me for many years and several different dreams and each one requires a significant amount of explanation which I would love to share, but it might take some time.

So if you are interested about any of these subjects please let me know so I can decide where to start.

The power of your subconscious could easily be the reason for these dreams. Since you are on the site im assuming you spend a decent amount of time reading through the topics, and when your not on the site you spend a decent amount of time thinking about the topics.

So day after day you continue to fill your mind with information relating to the NWO and other conspiracies.

It makes perfect sense for you to have these dreams as your subconscious mind cannot get over thinking about the NWO.

I believe in mind over matter. I find that when i go outside in the winter without thinking about how cold it is gonna be im usually pretty warm, but as soon as i start thinking about the cold i get cold. Just one example of mind over matter



But hey i could be wrong and maybe you have some kind of subconscious foresight.

[edit on 23-12-2008 by adevvv]

Well if you were talking to me I have had these dreams since the age of 3. I am almost thirty now and yes some have probably spawned from my research but I would have to say that a lot of my research has spawned from my dreams.

I would actually like to start off with a dream, that marked the beginning of all of these dreams that was a reoccurring dream I had from the ages of 3-5.

In this dream I was on an airplane with my mother, we where somewhere mid section to the back of the plane she was sitting on my right towards the aisle and I in the seat to her left closer to the window.

There was some commotion behind us. I look back to see some people, mid eastern descent with the turbans around their heads and all. With little bags they had brought on the plane. In the bags where cobras they had managed to get by security and onto the plane. After all they where snakes right, so they probably made it right through the metal detectors. Anyhow they start terrorizing the passengers on this plane and all kinds of panic ensues as they methodically release cobras in every area of the plane. It gets very chaotic at this point in the dream, but this is always the point where I would wake up. I have had this same dream over 5 times and it was almost identical every-time.

Now I will not imply that this cream was 9-11 related and I still have trouble picking out the important clues about this dream, but one thing is for sure. That is about 5 or 6 years ago there was a movie released called snakes on a plane. Might I add I naturally thought it was an incredible concept, being that I had dreams about it for years. I also think they took a good idea and totally screwed it up presentation wise. Come on an anaconda in the under-cargo, get real. They totally screwed that movie up by making it as unrealistic as ever.

The thing that gets me though is how the movie was associated with 9/11 and if you do some sort of a related search you will see what I am talking about.

However in my dream everything was very real and possible. I did not ever have this dream come to life and in the dream I was a child on a plane with my mom. Which I was at the time. I had all these reoccurring dreams up until the age of 5 or so, so needless to say I didn't know much about airport security or plane hijackings or anything like that.

I've had a three part dream which strikes me as close to the aforementioned.

In the first, I was with a number of people I don't know in a huge cinderblock room. I believe part of it may be underground, and inside there was better than a hundred toilets ( I know, weird). All these toilets were in six or seven different rows, and the overall design was akin to bleachers at a football game, each row you go gets higher than the last. Everyone was forced to use the bathroom at the same time and on schedule.
What I took away from this was CONDITIONING. We were treated like animals, trained animals who did what we were told.

In the second, I was still in the cinderblock building ( the continued dream was weeks later) and there was an outbreak of fighting amongst the guards (attack of conscience ?) opened up some of the exits. Taking the chance, me and faceless others ( say around ten) decided to make a run for it, and I was leading the group. All of us held hands and ran up many floors and stairs to the way out ( again underground), in which we passed by hundreds of electrified bathtubs ( I know, back to bathroom basics).

Only these were used not only to clean and check us, ( I knew IN THE DREAM) that we were put into these tubs/ tanks for torture. Only the ones who could survive the mind bending and attacks lived longer than a week ( someone in my dream told me- a physician, I believe).
It ended abruptly when we made it past the last door and into the sunlight.

What i recall best was no longer having ANY fear, which was prevailant in the first dream. Call me nuts, but I think while breaking our minds and nulling our emotions, they inadvertantly took away the one method they've used to keep us in line for countless lifetimes- they absolved us of any fear, and having lived through their torture also made us stronger.

The third was about a week ago. In that one, I was standing guard at some apartment building. Strange enough, I was watching to make sure infected people didn't try to break in. ( It appeared that I had a week or so of jump in the dream, but it was definately an extension. Same unknown people in the dream, each had their own duty- on guard, food, water, waste, etc.).

What I took away from this was, other than survivors being somewhat organized once we strengthened in numbers, was the threat of infection.
When the camps began breaking down and troops fought against each other, the powers-that-be decided to use biological warfare on us, some kind of skin disease/germ that gave people skin eruptions and blisters on their faces, almost like leperacy to look at.

The disease ( by my opinion, after the fact) struck me as a way not only to kill in mass numbers, but to help keep people divided and instill new fear. I'd questioned someone in the dream, another woman ( I think the doctor) as to why they ( the powers) didn't just drop a few nukes on us and erradicate us in huge numbers.

The answer- they didn't want to sully the planet anymore than necessary. If that happened, the powers would have to hide unerground for an age.

That's pretty much all for me. No aliens. No comets. Just people fighting for our lives.

After reading your post i did a search on snakes on a plane and the comparisons to 9/11 and i must admit i was surprised. You claim to have been having this dream since you were a young child, i find this very intriguing since you would have had no notion of hijackers at this age.

At first i really didn't like snakes on a plane, after reading through comparisons to 9/11 i realize how much this movie portrayed American culture (that being the obsession with fear). I find the basic underlying message of this to be that we are afraid of the wrong things. for example we wouldn't need to be afraid of snakes on the plane if the government hadn't put us in this situation.

The same works with terrorists. We wouldn't need to be afraid of them if the government hadn't put us in this situation.
This dream analyzing really made me start to think about the seriousness of our dreams. I think we all need to start analyzing our dreams for the deeper message.
**edit** this post was a response to 12.21.12



[edit on 23-12-2008 by adevvv]

Did you happen to recognize any of the features besides toilets and all of where you were or geographic features that may have a clue as to where you were?

reply to: 12.21.12

Wow, That is so wierd and thanks for sharing lets keep sharing to help motivate others to do the same.



orderedchaos

Thats really interesting, did you notice any symbols (like Nazi symbols or a flag?) Did you know any of the people? I will send you a u2u, thanks for sharing.

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Right on. I decided to lead with that one so you guys would know I was for real. To be honest I stopped having that dream when I was five and still have no idea what it meant. My dreams are like a big puzzle. I am not saying that I have them all figured out. But I do remember this dream like I had it yesterday and I do usually remember all of the important ones in high detail. This is one of those dreams where additional research may be helpful, I have always had a hard time trying to figure it out.

Also at the end of that dream I am face to face with one of these snakes. I have no clue wether I get bit or not, I think I did but perhaps thats not important. But I do not know what happens after that moment, thats when I wake up.

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No I just remember my mother was with me and I recall the terrorists and the snakes and another woman who came to aid me towards the end of the dream. I don't remember and probably wouldn't remember any symbolism because I was too young to understand any of that.

OrderedChaos I was SHOCKED when i read your post. not because of the pure chaos of it but because ive had similiar dreams.

In one dream i am in a dungeon like building (no windows no light) im holding hands with a bunch of people but we are in a straight line running through the darkness (we eventually got out)

YOur apartment dream is very simiiar to one i had a few weeks back. Me and my dad and my gf were living in this apartment with many other people (the rest of my family had died) there were zombies outside trying to get in and so we were dropping tv's washing machines etc. out the windows to kill them, in addition every person had his or her own job.

I'm standing in a street somewhere. I feel like I recognize the place but I can't really tell you where it is because the buildings and the surrounding area are so changed that I can't make a positive identification. Everything's different and the sky is dark. I feel like it's that way all the time in this new environment. I'm on the side walk and there's a little boy and his mother a little way in front of me.

The little boy gets away from his mother and she calls out to him but it's too late. He runs into the street and is almost instantly shot. The shot alone is not enough to kill him on the spot, but with no help I know he will quickly bleed to death. I run to him and lay the boy on his back, resting my hand over the wound. Concentrating I mumble something incoherent even to myself and green lights begin to swirl out of my palm and around the boys wound. I know within my own mind that what I'm doing is somehow wrong, something I shouldn't be exposing in public, but I don't care.

In moments the boy is healed. He thanks me, runs to his mother, and I stand up and look back at her. She is looking at me with a stare that tells me saving the boy has seriously risked my own well being. She screams "WITCH" and I don't even wait for the whole word to leave her lips before I begin to run. Quickly there are men chasing after me. They are wearing some kind of black suit/body armor.

I twist in and out of alley ways and streets, finally coming to a door that is familiar to me. The door opens and I see someone I trust, they usher me inside and lock the door behind us. We go down a flight of stairs and through twisting hallways, discussing the dangers of my choice. We come to another door.

The guy I'm with says he's sorry, opens the door and pushes me out. I fall into the hands of more of the armored officials that I had been running from moments before. My friend is handed money and thanked by a man in a suit. The man in the suit says that I've been avoiding them for some time. I feel an intense feeling of betrayal and begin to struggle against the armored men. I feel a pain in my neck and I black out.

Most of the time that is where the dream ends. A lot of the time, however, there is more:

I wake up in a white room, strapped to a table. My old clothes are gone and I'm now wearing a pale linen gown. I am barefoot. A doctor comes in and starts talking to me but as the things he says get more and more bothersome I spit in his face. The man unstraps me and says he will take me to have my attitude adjusted. We walk down the hallways and I know that if I don't do anything something terrible will happen to me. I use all the strength I can muster to struggle and escape.

I start running down the hallways, following signs but only getting more and more lost. It comes to a point where I can hear that I am being tracked, and quickly cornered. A white fog fills the hallway, somehow I know I made it happen, and I start backing away from my pursuers. But I back up right into more of them. The pain comes again and I black out.

Again most of the time this extension comes, that's the end. But sometimes there is another extension:

I come to blurry consciousness while being led down a hallway. I am in a wheel chair. I am wheeled through a pair of double doors, but I don't see the room I'm placed in. My vision is still blurry and I'm looking into my lap. I feel the wheel chair come to a stop and I hear footsteps recede. My vision slowly clears up and I see that I was left at a cafeteria type table with a tray of food in front of me. The right side of my neck is sore. I put my hand to the pain but can't feel anything like a scrape or a scab. I look up to find that I am in a room filled with other women who are quiet. I pick up the spoon on my tray and use it to look at the spot of my neck that hurts. I see a bar code tattooed there.

And then I wake up. I never used to give the NWO theories any merit, but this recurring dream changed that.

Okay I have had some dreams about the camps and maybe I can add some to this, because I think that I have been to more than one if not several.

The one thing that I do remember about one specifically is that it was very much like a jail or a prison. Now, like Nazi Germany some of the prisoners had different jobs than others and some different privileges.

In my case I must have said some of the right things or something because I had privileges to actually leave during the day and go work somewhere and I had a room that was nice compared to the fish tank area where I did also stay at one point. But I had a room that was away from the general population and clean sheets and privacy. Of course I had to report to these people and if they had suspected I had escaped they would have no choice but to come looking for me. It was like going through the work release program. Anyhow for the privileged people like myself, we would come back in the evenings and store our belongings in bins that had their own locks and all that jazz.

Of course there was another camp I had been to and it was like a bunch of houses and had assigned to it different people who would share those rooms. These houses of course being contained in a court yard with barb wire fence as to let us go outside but not escape. It was also as far as I can remember had members of both sexes, but of course if you have seen the movie schindlers list you all might know what happens after that.

There was another one that I had...that I obviously couldn't fit into my last post it was so big.

I'm in a hotel with my family and some of my close friends. My mother and father are talking, I hear the words "over", "end", "hunters" multiple times. I can't hear the rest of the conversation but these words seem to stick in my mind.

I'm sitting with three friends and my little brother is in a corner of the room with a group of kids around his age. I notice that the other kids are my friend's siblings. They're all shaken and are sitting together for comfort, trying to help each other I assume. Two more of my friends are staying back, watching me. One of the three that I sit with is seriously injured and unconscious. Another is crying, trying to keep quiet. I pull a chip from my injured friend's wound and smash it saying "They can't track that piece, I pulled the transmitter out earlier."

I do everything I can to help my friend's wound, but he is ultimately still hurt badly enough due to a poison someone mentions that he may still die. A rumbling sound makes the room shake and everyone looks to a large glass window that leads to the balcony. Outside there is a large body of water, like an ocean. We all see what is coming almost simultaneously. Clouds and tornadoes and purple lightning pepper the skyline. A large tidal wave is coming, but there is a chance that it won't hit the hotel. We're all moved by it, knowing this could be the end. The wave get's closer and closer...but before it is made clear if it will hit or not, I wake up.

Tsunamis

I have had two dreams about this. They both have very significant meanings to me.

These dreams I had very recently.
The first one I am at a relatives house I believe on the east coast somewhere, not sure exactly what city but I am thinking New Jersey or New York. We are in a loft/house apartment with a balcony and on the balcony there is a trampoline and we are jumping and having a good time. It is night time. Then we notice an air show above us with some of the older planes with propellors. Sorry not very good at my airplanes. Anyways they are flying in formations that are very symbolic of DNA and I am actually aware of this during my dream. They where trying to tell me something but somehow the message got lost or misunderstood.

Anyhow we watch this thing take place and it starts to get a little crazy so we all decide to go inside. I start looking for my kid who suddenly disappeared as I go to the sliding glass window of the balcony there is a boy standing outside I tell him to get in the house and this huge wave starts to emerge, kinda like the one just described and then of course the dream is over.

This second dream I believe happened near North or South Carolina area and once again I believe I am there visiting family. First thing about this dream is that we are at somebody's house, I am having trouble remembering who's house we are at but they lived in a east coast type of small town that has been around. Typical American town. Anyhow we are at their house and they are telling us the daily problems they have been dealing with lately, just simple things like keeping food on the table. We leave and go to the gas station and I do believe we where headed back home after that. The price of Unleaded was $6.75, we fill up and head out, meanwhile complaining about how ridiculously high gas prices were.

In my hand I am holding a pamphlet with instructions to build a straw bale home out of natural resources that is very design specific ie specific angles and ventilation requirements that maximize heating efficiency. On the inside of the pamphlet there is a picture of a native American family living inside their straw baled home.

We are the truck now headed towards a T intersection where the street we are on meets with a large body of water, most likely the ocean. Of course the next thing I notice is the amount of traffic on the frontage road of people trying to evacuate because the tide was way above normal and these cars where all driving through 2-3 feet of standing water and traffic was backed up as far as our eyes could see. Of course when waves came crashing they would fully engulf the truck we where in, the windows were cracked because the weather was not bad and we were not expecting to get soaked. It was as if the earth was not in it's proper orientation and the ocean had moved 100 yards or so west and this was the very beginning of that storm but unfortunately the end of my dream.

I flipped through my dream journal and found one that I had completely forgotten about:

My friend Kara and I are driving in a car. The car is really beat up and the sky is this dark overcast type of color. I feel like I haven't seen sunlight in the longest time. We're talking but I can't remember really what about because that's when I notice the buildings. All of them are very tall like skyscrapers and are made up of what looks like large glass panels. The panels are moving, changing color, advertising things.

We pass under a bridge covered in soot and get into a car crash. Kara and I leave the car, checking to see that we are both ok. Suddenly there are men surrounding us, we both recognize them as police type men but they're not in typical uniforms.

I hear the words "Effective immediately" come off a walkie talkie on one of the men and two of them wrestle Kara and I to the ground. The man holding me down places one of my hands out palm side down. I feel a burning and I scream. The men let us go and Kara and I see that on our right hands we both now have a mark seared into our hands. I don't remember what the mark was exactly. I don't know why I can't remember.

All that I recall about the location is isolation. I have to say where i was kept, it was relatively warm- probably spring or summer, and we exited out to overlook thick woods with big leaves- has to be summer.

I believe a majority of the camp was underground.

i don't remember seeing any signs or symbols but mostly where I was kept was near the laboratories- in a cage- I remember looking out over lab equipment and white coats. The doctors- or scientists, i'm not sure- wore pale blue masks over their heads and mouths.
I hardly saw any guards up close, but if I did, I don't remember them.

The recent dream at the apartment holds fastest in my mind. On guard at the front exit- the doors padlocked shut, I stood behind a tower of boxes with a long distance rifle and watched people pass by through the target- viewer ( not sure what it's called, I've never held a gun in my life).

Horrifically, looking back on it, the infected, blistered-faced people could be viewed as zombie's. They were nearly lifeless, didn't seem to want anything- not to eat people i don't think. they are very sick, and there's nothing we can do for them, other than stay clear of them.

The worst part is- I don't have the slightest memory of any children in my dream- not even my own! Not my husband or the rest of my family. No one I know are in the dreams, and I'm not looking for them ( which leads me to believe they're dead, and I know they are).

Food is kept in a large pantry, and is also guarded by armed clerks- to make sure some people don't take too much, hoard it, or run away with it and leave the rest of us starving.

A small blip i remember clear as yesterday are the line of newcomers, ones free of infection. I walk pass them ( Line jump) to get my midday ration, as it's my quick break before going back to my post.

The line is full of blank eyed adults, starving, waiting to settle in and figure out what was happening ( it's ordlerly, though little confusion) and people are too hungry to get upset over me being able to cut through them for a honey bun. But I feel bad, and avoid their eyes. Not even knowing they'll be fed shortly makes me feel better.

In the end, i didn wake up feeling hopeless, like there was so little we could do and so many more people will be hurting and hungry.

Sorry, I don't remember anything more. All my mind holds onto are the things I personally deal with.

I liked Half-Life 2 as well!

What's half-life 2?

just curious

It's a video game. I was just being a cheeky prick. I'll read the stories in this thread a little later. Seems like they'll be a good read.