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Aquapocalypse Dream 070719

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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!

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 

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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.

Abducted by my Higher Self?
by SMiles

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
connected to this female child. I scale a nearby sloping oak to my left to gain a new perspective on the scene. Once in the tree I consider the danger of such a move but throw aside all fear by rationalizing it as
paranormal lightning and thus probably given to different tendencies.

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
the house. They are about a foot tall, round-ball-bodied, and helmet garbed. I continue running for the door, thinking I will simply leap over them and through the door and lock it behind me. As I leap over
them and toward the door I feel myself begin to soar slowly upward. I suddenly remember flying earlier that evening, but I quickly understand that I am not in control and am being pulled backward and upward. I then know I am about to be abducted. The top of the country home and the hills beyond are all that are within my view. Aliens below and spacecraft behind! Then the sensation of an air elemental’s arms coming from behind me, under my arm pits and over my head and face. Then black.

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
occurring within this room. There are small rubber conveyer-belts winding intricately throughout. They carry laboratory objects, test tubes, vials, rulers, pens, etc.

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
seemed that alien save for the actual flying saucer UFO spacecraft (which looked quite similar to the armada in Coneheads the movie). So even they weren’t that alien.

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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

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Oneironaut's Journal - From the 'Beginning'Re-Starting my personal online dream diary, Oneironaut's Journal, by consolidating all my old false-starts with past attempts. You can read all my past, present and future dream posts at www.Oneironauts.com. Here is one from back in '02.


ONEIRONAUT: Dream World Explorer


Thursday, April 11, 2002

Every day we can experience the ParaNORMAL. In the DreamTime the
Paranormal is Normal. In the DreamTime we are Gods and Goddesses. In
the DreamTime we can experience anything and everything imaginable -
and often, it would seem, things we wouldn't have thought we could
imagine. Things like flying, teleportation, telepathy, telekinesis etc.
are experienced by nearly every dreamer on the planet at least once in
their lifetime.
In the DreamTime we have non-local, non-linear access to EveryWhere and
EveryWhen. While in the DreamTime we can experience the raw nature of
psyche and the Archetypes of the Collective Unconscious.
People often ask me why I am so into UFOs and the Paranormal. Best I
can figure is that I've always remembered my dreams more than most
people. I've always remembered my dreams with more depth and clarity
than most. And that recall has always carried a high degree of IMPORT
for me. I've always felt that dreams were incredibly important and if
we only paid more attention to them, on a mass sociological scale, we
would greatly improve the plight of humanity.

SMiles Lewis

Read more dream posts of SMiles' at Oneironaut's Journal, that's

www.Oneironauts.com

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