During the night from Oct 17 to the morning of Oct 18 2011, I had a rather unusual dream. At least, it was unusual for me. I cannot recall ever having
a dream even remotely like it, and it was so vivid and "real" that I have decided to share it and seek members' input and opinions.
Please note that I am not predicting anything, not suggesting anything. This is the "Dreams and Predictions" forum but it does not require that the
two go together. I am simply reporting a very strange dream. Nothing more.
The dream begins:
I was in a room. I think it was my bedroom but it wasn't the bedroom I have now. (More on this aspect later.)
There in front of me was a small craft that I recognized as a spacecraft. Approximately disc-shaped, it was about the size of a dinner plate -- say
around 25 cm (10 inches) in diameter.
The craft was in the air in front of me at about waist height, just floating there as if under its own power. I could see into it as the upper section
was made up of clear sections, and inside this craft there were two people seated in chairs in front of what seemed to be consoles of various
instruments or controls. I can only describe them as "people" as there was nothing "alien" about their appearance.
The people in the craft were watching me and they showed neither surprise or concern at our relative sizes.
To help members visualize what I saw, the craft looked vaguely like Han Solo's from the original Star Wars movie -- except that it was more
open-looking with the amount of windows it had on its upper surface, and it was quite sleek externally and in no way looked battered or old. The
external surfaces seemed quite dark in color.
I suspect that from the point of view of interpretation, the relative sizes don't have to mean much. Such things can be symbolic, after all. Or it
might be literal. I am not too concerned about this aspect as there are other aspects of the dream that bother me more..
Now things start to get quite interesting. Somehow, I am now inside the craft, with these people, and we are no longer in the room but flying through
space. I have no recollection of how I entered the craft: I was simply there. But there was no doubt in my mind (in the dream) that this was real and
we were travelling through space.
I cannot even begin to describe how breathtaking the views were and how exhilarated I felt! It was extraordinarily beautiful. I recall looking out
through the craft's windows at glowing clouds of stars; the refulgence of their orange and red colors was almost overpowering. I even recall saying
"So this is what our galaxy looks like!" and the people just looked at me and grinned as they sat at their consoles, as if they knew I would be
affected in this way. And when I said this, it was with an almost child-like wonder. It was simply beyond anything I had ever imagined: not even the
best images I have seen from the Hubble telescope come close the depicting how beautiful it was.
An undetermined time later I was back in my room -- and no longer in the craft. And again, the spacecraft was small, as it had been before. I begged
the people in it to allow me to take some pictures of it before they left, but I sensed rather than heard reluctance on their part. All the same, I
tried, but every time I tried to focus my camera the craft moved. So I tried holding the craft steady with one hand -- and then we were suddenly
outside, in my front yard.
And here is where things get very odd. I was able to see myself as we sometimes do in dreams, and I had a fairly lush, black beard. At the time this
meant nothing to me as I was so intent on the craft and its people, but after waking up and reviewing the dream, I came to realize with something of a
shock that the "me" with the beard in the dream was
not the "me" of today: this was how I looked when I was around 19 to 20 years old and I
did have such a beard! (I am in my mid-fifties now and don't have a beard at present. If I did it would be salt-and-pepper. Not black.)
Even the clothes I was wearing were "right" for that time back around 1975 or 76. In fact I recognize the black trousers (pants) I was wearing as ones
I owned then.
Now, returning to the situation in the front yard: it was the front yard of the home I lived in with my parents back then. Again, this meant nothing
to me in the dream but now, this is also puzzling for me. I have not had a dream about my "old" home in at least 25 years and even the fragment of one
I can recall was utterly mundane and simply about my family. This was very, very different.
So, there I am, a youth of about 19 to 20, standing in the front yard of my parents' home in the middle of the night and holding this tiny spacecraft
in my hand while at the same time trying to take pictures of it with my camera!
Right now it sounds funny even to me but at the time I was
almost desperate to get some pictures!
Once again, I begged the people in the craft to let me take some pictures, but I suddenly sensed concern and even a hint of fear from them, almost as
if they had done something they should not have done and now there could be trouble.
Then, without a sound or a hint of its coming, a huge "mother ship" appeared in the sky and soundlessly descended until it was hanging in the air
maybe some hundreds of feet above us. (Please try not to laugh too much. I know it sounds way too clichéd but that's what happened.)
It was hard to judge the distances as the the craft was so huge, but as I said, it seemed to be several hundred feet up. This huge ship seemed similar
in shape to the craft I held, but my view of it was limited to the part I could see from below and so that impression may be wrong. It had lights on
the underside but I don't recall if they had any particular pattern or if they flashed or whatever. I simply recall that there were lights and mostly
they were reddish or orange.
Something was said: I heard words (just from the air, as it were) and they were words of demand or warning. The exact wording is beyond my recall and
I am not even sure if they were in English. Regardless, I understood that I had to let the small craft go at once. (An "or else" was implied. I
do know that.) I released the small craft and it rushed up into the sky towards the mother ship. I don't recall it reaching or entering the
mother ship, only that it headed up towards it.
The very last thing I recall is some other people (meaning neighbors) coming out of their houses and gazing up at the mother ship. Everyone looked
absolutely awestruck and no-one said a word. They just stood there and gaped at it with their mouths open.
That's where the dream ended. I simply don't know what to make of it so I'd like opinions. I'd prefer that any criticisms are not too harsh.
Thank you for reading.
Mike
edit on 18/10/11 by JustMike because: Fixed BB coding