posted on Jul, 22 2012 @ 11:45 PM
This weird feeling came upon me last year, at that time I just happen to be getting my life back on track with the lord Jesus and a promising career.
I was dragged through church when I was young, so I was and still are somewhat close to the lord. One day out of nowhere, some insects started hitting
me in the face(I know, what the hell?) I was in total shock, because bugs creep me out! I asked a few people did they notice these rogue bugs flying
about, no one had anything unusual to report. This went on for about a month. From the beginning, I knew there was some meaning behind this, just
didn't/don't know what. So I tried to remain calm while smiling in my head that whatever it is that's going on, it represents something that is to
come.
Then, something happened, I sinned some more(after making promises with Jesus), lost everything, including my career opportunity for General Electric,
as well as my currently held job at that time(Computer Technician for The Urban League - non-profit). I also became ill with something(stomach
related) no one can come up with a diagnosis for, just speculation and medicine and send me on my way. Between then and now, I have been having these
weird coincidences that seem to revolve around the number or time 125. I say time because this number appears to me when glancing at the clock - it is
mostly always 1:25. For some reason I mostly look at the time at 1:25 am and pm alike. Now, I'm not big on numbers(dropped out ninth grade), and I
don't know what to make of it besides that the number happens to be translated to me as my birthday(Jan 25,). That's why this is so significant to
me today, as in the past I haven't noticed catching the clock at this time memorable. Today, for the past year, if I happen to look at the clock and
the time is not 1:25, I make a joke of it and brush it off as me not being in-tune - as it has occurred so much within the past few months more so
than when it first started, I feel it is normal. Life goes on as normal, unemployment and sin.
Then, something happened, I had a nightmare. I do not have dreams often, only when the back of my neck is hot, as every time I awaken - I notice that
mainly my neck area is unusually hot. As a result, I try to remain cool when sleeping. This hotness in my neck is not just relative to nightmares but,
weird(lees spooky) dreams alike.
The Nightmare
Occurred just a few nights ago, thursday morning I believe. This dream took place at my current home. It was real dark due to no working street
lights, also from the time - it seemed to be in the late evening. I seen red ships in the skies(or ships emitting red lights), some large some small,
but very dramatic. They seemed to be warships, as it felt like a war of such. For some reason my 7 year old and I walked to the store in total
darkness, only the ships in the skies and the moon was our light. On the way back from the corner store I felt a sudden panic mode kick in, and rushed
back to the house carrying my son - practically running(something that does not happen today as he can walk on his own). While I was panic'd he
showed no fear. As soon as we reached my street/circle there was a lot of traffic around. Vans with kids boarding and a few parents running amok. Lots
of yelling and sounds of war, though no near by gun fire or action - just a lot of noise. These people who seemed to be social workers or even
teachers, they just looked like normal people - asked me if my son could go with them, that they'll take care of him. I looked at my son full of fear
and sadness, and asked him what did he want(as if I knew it was the end), he looked at me calmly and responded "I want a rice crispy treat". I knew
at that moment that he wanted to go with the children that was boarding the vans. It turned out that apperently I didn't make the decision fast
enough because the vans started leaving and the traffic was clearing up, I went into hardcore panic mode because I knew my son was hungry(even though
before this point(or today for the fact of the matter), I had no idea we didn't have food in the dream). I chased one of the vans desperately, but it
left. I then tried to flag down one of the cars that was with the group of these child people, they all seemed to have been all ready to go, giving me
a "No!" here and a "Too Late" there. I was ready to kill in that dream, I do not know why, I guess for the safty of my son. I finally got someone
to stop and take him, there was no goodbye, no see you daddy - nothing! All while he was so calm. There was a lady behind the vehicle I put him in,
pleading to me that she would have taken him(even though she previously told me no). I just felt relieved at that moment that my son was on his way to
a better place - so it seemed. Walking back a sevral yards to my house(crying and sniffling) some guy ran into me with his vehicle softly, I turned
and noticed his window was cracked/open a little, so I spit into his car out of...