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There was much more to the dream but that was the basic theme. There was also a scene where I and a friend became trapped in an incredibly small elevator – like the size of a highschool locker. The elevator malfunctioned and seemed to plummet to a sub-basement. We had to pry the doors open and I recall the person / child I was with reading the tiny serial numbers on the inside of the door, stating that she could recite these numbers to the automated system and get us out. It worked – sortof. - sMiles Abducted by my Higher Self? Thanksgiving 1994 Well, life has conspired to keep me from recording any recent dreams. So here is a flashback from a rather memorable UFO Dream of mine circa Thanksgiving eleven years ago.
11/24/94 – Last night I dreamed of UFOs and I was abducted while sleeping in my dad’s office within his new home, following Thanksgiving festivities. Sleeping in the bed at my feet was one of four household felines. This one’s name… is E.T. The dream began in the wooded Texas hill country. I remember flying with someone above, in, out, and through the dense oaks in the afternoon. Once twilight passes the night descends upon a picturesque vista. I sense a house behind me in the dense woods. In front and to the right of me is the drive way canopied by the thick oaks. To my left is a clearing, on the edge of a descent from the hill on which I stand. Through the clearing in the trees the grand Texas hills are eerily illuminated by a dense fog which reflects a bright moon. The fog extends even to our drive way. Present also are a seven-year-old girl and an authoritative man. We are waiting for the helicopter. Prismatic paranormal lightning tears away the veil of reality, setting the mood on edge as I realize it is Then I see it. A UFO approaches from across the hills in the distance. Its neon lights shine brilliant pinks and blues, grandly advertising its presence. It is upon us within the wink of a thought. It emerges through the same fog bank which engulfs the drive way, while another identical ship surges quickly up the drive and out of its misty shadows. The gut feeling that I should NOT stick around overtakes me and I turn to run the short distance to the front door. As I turn, I witness thirty to fifty Japanimated gnomes pouring from around the left side of Just black… but then darkness fuzzes into focus, giving the feeling of a fisheye perspective while I sense I am on my back. The only light is from a dim source directly above. Could it be the sun? Could it be a lamp? Yes. Both. Either. The only differentiation between light and dark is the impression of three to four humanoid silhouettes. Obelisks. Standing stones in a ritual/sacred circle. Shadows. Then gone. A complex laboratory filled with commotion. All is in miniature and, viewed from my perspective, only inches away from my face, yet I am not present in so much as I can FEEL every minute vibration Close up of an object undergoing scrutiny by a Frankensteinian electricity-focusing contraption beaming its energy-thought not, in this case, visibly. I sense it. I can feel everything within this space. I perceive all tactile sensation as vibration. I am not so much frightened as worried. It doesn’t hurt, it kind of tickles, but I am definitely wary of proceeding with these unusual sensations. I awake. I leave the bed with difficulty because of the cat, E. T. I wander into the alien restroom of my dad’s new home. Being at least minimally conscious I distinctly feel I could lie back down and reenter that dream. Or I can shelve it and start a new one. As my head hits the pillow I think it would be nice to allow for a more pleasant dream. I am rewarded with the companionship of a beautiful acquaintance whom I have not seen in a long while. In RealTime she has, coincidentally, seen a UFO. What do you think? I told this to one of my roommates and he suggested I could interpret it as an abduction by my Higher Self. It could be viewed that way and still be written off as a dream. Nothing Flashback October 25th, 2005: Dream Journal Waking Up Crying … (or screaming) You see it in movies fairly frequently … folks waking up from dreams or nightmares screaming or crying. But how often does this happen in “real” life? This morning, I awoke from a pretty emotional dream, crying. Briefly, in the dream, I found myself “reunited” with a military troupe that was about to go on another combat mission. [I am not now, nor have I ever been in the military.] In the dream, the combat started … but somehow, a truce was negotiated amongst the battling groups, and I was wondering around and amongst the various troops, there were women and children amongst both groups of soldiers and I could not tell the difference between the two warring “sides”. As I wandered amongst them all, I started to cry, until, I actually fell to my knees and began bawling my eyes out cuz my heart felt like such lead. When I woke, I was crying. But no time to dally in the moment … had to get up and go to work as I was already late – had overslept. So this got me wondering … how common is it for folks to wake up from a dream in which they are crying to find themselves actually crying. Or in other cases, to wake up screaming from screaming in the dream. This happens to me at least a few times each year but is always startling and incredibly moving. SMiles DreamPodcast #2 – 911 Premonitions 911 Podcast Premiere – SMiles narrates a 2002 editorial of his parapsychological interest in precognitive dreams of 911. He’s included the second half of an editorial he wrote for the second issue of the Austin Para Times newspaper, Ripples in the Collective Unconscious, as the main installment of this second DreamPodcast. The entire narrative for this editorial can be heard on the recently launched 911 Podcast premiere episode — see links below. Click here to listen to the latest DreamPodcast dreampodcast050826.mp3 Dreams are our everyday connection to the Paranormal. Every night we each have access to the most paranormal realities imaginable. Literally anything you can imagine you can experience in a dream. I’ve dreamed of skydiving though I’ve never done it in Waking Life. I consider myself an Oneironaut, an explorer of dreams. To become Lucid in one’s dreams is most importantly a metaphor for becoming Lucid in one’s Waking Life. But the terrors of everyday reality can suck away your vital energy – they can twist and black out your night dreams and your life dreams. I still haven’t remembered my dreams from that morning… Waking Up In a Nightmare Matrix I awoke that morning, much earlier than usual. I had a lot to do in preparation for the National UFO Conference that I was hosting later that week at the Alamo Drafthouse. I turned on the propaganda channel (CNN) as usual. I was greeted by the greedy image of America’s wealth burning. The north tower was smoking. I was shocked but not surprised. I went into the kitchen and started brewing some java then I heard a scream from the TV. “Oh my God, not another one!?!” I ran back into the living room just in time for the instant replay. A second plane had deliberately struck the south tower. And then I knew – the War has begun – I’d just been a witness to Amerika’s greatest Reichstag event. I knew, right then and there, that America was totally screwed, that our freedoms were about to evaporate, that our Constitution was about to be eviscerated, that the Ruling Elite had finally decided to, BAM – kick it up a notch. I sat down, dazed but not confused. I watched in horror and awe as the events continued to unfold - my phone began ringing off the wall. My network of parapolitical reporters were all checking in. We all knew what this meant. We’d all read the recently declassified Operation Northwoods documents wherein the Joint Chiefs of Staff, in 1962, plotted to blow up American airliners, bomb Washington and kill US citizens [1] all as a pretext for invading Cuba. We all knew that the FBI had instigated the original 1993 attempt at taking down the World Trade Center. [2] We all knew that Tim McVeigh wasn’t the real bomber of the OKC Murrah Federal building in 1995. [3] We all knew SOMETHING was about to happen as we had been warned by the likes of David Schippers and Alex Jones months before the attacks of 911. [4] Not only that but another ”conspiratorially minded” acquaintance of mine had, in the weeks leading up to 911, warned me that “something big, something Earth Shattering, will happen between September 17th and September 20th. He didn’t know WHAT and he didn’t know exactly WHEN but he did know. His warnings were based on various prophecies as well as the general Intel that was circulating in the weeks prior. As you saw in last issue’s article by Mike Ruppert, EVERYBODY KNEW!! The CIA, the FBI, the Bush Administration, Putin and the KGB, Israeli Mossad, the French, the Germans, the Brits, EVERYONE KNEW THIS WAS COMING!! Evidence goes back to the Philippines in 1995! So why the HELL wasn’t it stopped!?!? And then the towers fell - like the falling hammers of Fascism (that continue to fall each and every day since 911) the towers, “as if demolished on purpose by explosives”, came crashing down in the surreal maelstrom of death’s debris. Among the thousands killed in the collapse was John P. O’Neill, a former Deputy Director for the FBI who had, just two weeks prior to the attacks, allegedly quit in disgust over the Bush Administration’s apparent obstruction of his investigations of certain Al-Qaeda terrorist suspects. In the new book Hidden Truth (from intelligence analysts Charles Brisard and Guillaume Dasquie) O’Neill is purported to have told the authors, the main obstacles to investigate Islamic terrorism were US oil corporate interests, and the role played by Saudi Arabia in it. Its unclear what exactly happened to O’Neill that fateful day but the reason he was in the World Trade Centers in the first place – his new post-FBI job was head of security at the World Trade Center. John O’Neill died the first day of his new job. The tragedy of that Tuesday’s attacks weighed heavy on my mind. I was forced to completely cancel the 38th National UFO Conference I’d been working so hard towards the previous year. There was no way to continue with the event… the twenty plus speakers flying in from around the United States (and Britain) weren’t going anywhere – the airports were all closed. Besides, how on Earth would people be able to get caught up in such a subject as UFOs in the midst of so much suffering. The irony of this was a phone call we’d taken the previous week when I’d appeared on Jeff Contreras’s There4IAm cable access show. The caller had asked ”How can you guys talk about such trivial matters as the existence of UFOs when there are paramilitary actions being perpetrated against innocent civilians around the world?” To which we responded, ”That’s a vital area of import that we DO cover. We don’t research one topic within a vacuum” – or words to that effect. Ripples In the Collective Unconscious Within the next few days a number of my friends would report the One friend described a dream in which he was wandering around inside a Another friend of mine DOES have a history of prophetic dreams[sigma] and But perhaps the most impressive evidence for prophetic foreknowledge on For the past few years a number of the world[base ']s leading -Several different CD album cover produced before the attacks from
-A Wisconsin Preacher had a vision of the NYC skyline ablaze while -A Lone Gunmen TV episode aired months before 911 in which an airliner -Mark Allen has a Freudian dream September 7th. The dreamer is among a “Then I seem to be in another reality, another NYC that looks Then I[base ']m walking down the street and suddenly I hear people After I hang up the phone after giving the operator the markallencam.com/dreamjournalseptember2.html So what[base ']s the point… pay attention to your dreams! They are our most Citations for the wild allegations… 1 – Author James Bamford uncovered the documents while researching his “New book on NSA sheds light on secrets / U.S. terror plan called Cuba 2 – “Tapes Depict Proposal to Thwart Bomb Used in Trade Center 3 – Oklahoma City Bombing: six-year investigative effort in The New Americanwww.thenewamerican.com/focus/okc/
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Flashback: Lucid Millenium DreamPosted by: admin in Consciousness, Conspiracy, Dream Journal, Lucidity, Uncategorized, tags: Conspiracy, Dreams, Jonathan Vankin, Kenn Thomas, Konformist, Lucid, Lucidity, NWO, Robert Sterling, Steamshovel Press, Television, Y2kFlashback: Lucid ‘Millenium’ Dream – 5/26/02 Dreams have always been important to me. I’ve always believed my dreams to have had a very formative effect upon my personality and perspectives on reality. I discovered mild lucid experiences before I ever even knew what the word lucid meant. WAKING UP to the idea that one is aware of dreaming while within a dream has a pretty profound effect on most people I would hope. Many times in childhood people have a nightmare but suddenly realize that “this is a dream” which is often followed by “WAKE UP” as a defence mechanism. So they may never get beyond the simple use of pulling oneself out of a nightmare instead of confronting whatever it is that was causing the terror or fear. Lucid dreams afford an amazing opportunity for exploring the nature of mind and perhaps also reality. Circa 1/03/02 … actually, January 1st, 2001 Lucid Ascended Masters & Chinese UFOs Another person I met in the house was an oriental police character who I took to be Chinese (shades of Jackie Chan tho he didn’t look like him). This He was telling me about the Chinese Govt and UFOs. Only after the dream did I contemplate the river boat image and the subsequent rise in Chinese UFO Reports and News Stories of late. The boat imagery made me think about the Chinese Govts dealing with UFOs “back up the head waters deep into their rural lands”. And how difficult it must be to go up river into mystery, ala Apocalypse Now or somesuch. Later in the dream I walked out into the surrounding area around the house and onto the nearby road. The house was in a rural setting on a hill overlooking a small city. I began to hear the sound of a stampede and knew that if I turned around I’d see the rampaging cattle headed towards me. I turned around with the intent of not fearing what I knew I’d see. Sure enough, there was the stampede coming at me. But across the street and somehow out of sight of the rampaging cows was a Giant Steer which in my mind’s mind’s eye I saw as Babe the Blue Ox. I just knew it would scare the shit out of the cattle when they got within sighting distance. Sure enough they were scared of it. Then a military jet buzzed by and I attempted to fly up to it and investigate. Before I could, I think it exploded and turned into a helicopter. So I followed the helicopter back to the nearby city and witnessed it land at a helipad on a bizniz building. Stenciled on the side of it were the initials WTO. I yelled back to the Ascended Master, across the city and up the hill where he stood on the front lawn of that white house… “It’s the WTO!” I don’t really remember anything after that. … reflections and comments … The fact that it was the WTO on the side seemed at once symbolic for NWO Kenn, Rob and the guy who wrote 60 greatest conspiracies were good – Rob Sterling mopped the floor with the host. The most interesting thing was that both Kenn and Rob seemed to voice belief in Mj12. I figured they’d both not lend credence to its existance because of all the proven hoax elements – though even I’ve never ruled out the likelihood of AN agency of similar form. And the suggestion of Vannevar Bush as one of the members continues to haunt my conceptualizing of Informational Warfare and Control Systems… Back to DreamTime
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Last night / this morning I dreamed of a nuclear apocalypse. Not a global nuclear exchange but rather, an accident with a single nuclear missile whose warhead is eroded by acid until it explodes. In this dream I see the tip of a nuclear bomb submerged in a vat of acid and it’s nose cone is slowly eaten away by the acid. I don’t think this could actually cause a nuclear missile to explode but that’s how it works in the dream. And somehow it’s “my” / “our” fault in the dream. And we are trying to gather a few friends to escape the city before all hell breaks loose!
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