Date: 08-06-2015
This dream started at my childhood house. We all lived there again; my parents, me, and my siblings. My brother now had a girlfriend who was much younger than he was. Her name was Brittany, and she was a girl of African descent that was just under 18 years old. The latter formed a problem. We were about to go on vacation together (the whole family and the girl), and it was supposed to be a long lasting vacation. I think our destination was Egypt, but I am not entirely sure about that.
If Brittany’s mother knew the truth about why Brittany wanted to come along, she would not be allowed to go, so my parents, brother, and the girl herself had been lying about the nature of the request for her to be allowed to accompany us. Were she 18, this wouldn’t be an issue, but they needed the approval of her one parent. I’m not sure where her dad was or if he was even still in the picture.
But there was a problem. Brittany’s mother had come to know the truth, and she was at the backdoor of our neighbours’ house. This was something this woman apparently did every time she wanted to speak my parents; she would pick the wrong house, and not use the doorbell at the front door, but would trespass into the backyard of our neighbours and knock on their door expecting members of our family to show up. Safe to say; she was a bit of a nut job.
Her Dutch language skills were non-existent, and she only spoke very broken English. But she was there again, and had figured out the truth, and at a time we were just about to leave for the airport. I proposed I would go to the mother of Brittany and speak to her. My parents agreed I was best suited to take on this task and use my diplomacy skills. I would be the logical pick to speak to this woman on behalf of my brother, and would speak to her with truth. My brother gave me an appreciative nod.
I exited our house and walked around to the neighbours’ house, and on my way there I rehearsed what I was going to say to her. I concluded it was best to just tell her what the truth was, which is that my brother and her daughter loved each other. There was nothing more beautiful than that. I came around the corner and immediately my presence had a positive effect on that nervous little lady that stood there, apparently still oblivious she was at the wrong house.
But now, one of our neighbours came walking towards us from the yard. She and her husband, and their visitors too, had been hiding behind the bushes in their yard, where they had been sitting at a table sharing a meal. They had kept their conversation down as to not alert the woman knocking on their door. My neighbour started complaining to me about the mother of Brittany. “Do you know this woman? She comes to our house often asking for your family. I cannot understand what she wants, and she doesn’t understand me!”
I apologised to my neighbour, and explained the situation. She reluctantly accepted my explanation. In as simple English words I could use I ushered the little woman to our house. When we arrived it turned out my brother and Brittany had left already. My parents did not know whereto, but they had left together. But that wasn’t even the most important thing; we were now in a real hurry to leave unless we wanted to miss our flight. We didn’t, obviously.
But oh boy, I hadn’t even packed my things. And I had to take so many things with me that it didn’t look like a vacation to me. We were going to live there? My computer had to come with, the monitors, my chair, my bed, everything. I packed it all into crates and brought them downstairs. I was going to leave now, in a small fan, alone. Where the mother was, I don’t know. The dream seems to have taken a sudden turn into another direction.
My brother was back now, suddenly, and he had a lot of friends over. They were supposed to be mutual friends, but I knew none of them. They were broad and muscular men, built like warriors, and some were unrealistically tall, up to 10 feet high! And they were guarding me. Somehow I was their leader. But I was in the service of another one in that group; a little fairy, that resembled Tinkebell from the Peter Pan lore. She was small and tender, with little butterfly wings.
The dream took a bit of a turn again, and the whole ‘going to the airport’ thing seems to have been abandoned. The whole group was going to a restaurant now. They were already there, and I was again late; a common theme in this dream. I arrived at the restaurant, but it wasn’t a pleasant restaurant. It wasn’t obvious to just anyone, but to me it had an ominous atmosphere. It was evil but in a non-obvious way. When I entered I saw it filled with guest I can only describe as various typical mafia bosses.
I had an appointment with someone here, and therefore it wasn’t a hustle to get past the entry chaperone. This was also due to me walking in with apparent confidence. I used a property of mine I sometimes found in the astral plane and went with it. Inside at one of the tables a mobster was waiting for me. He wanted to cut me a deal; I would leave him alone, and he would leave me alone. But I wasn’t sure about signing this. I wanted to take a leak first. He agreed to this.
So I went looking for the bathroom. I found it in a small alleyway inside the restaurant. The toilet bowl was hidden in a corner behind a burgundy red curtain. It was the same kind of curtain that also hung in front of the living room window of my childhood house. I went to the toilet, but telepathically I now sensed that the mobster had decided to just kill me and be done with it, and I foresaw he had sent an obese assassin to kill me in the bathroom. I foresaw how he looked; a big fat guy, bald, wearing a suit in the same colour as that curtain in the bathroom.
And indeed this figure walked in and pretended to wash his hands. But I was completely unafraid. I somehow had gained the confidence and imagined myself to be an Angel of the Lord, and if he were to try anything I would just choke him out with my left hand, and perform an expulsion with my right hand. There was nothing this guy could do to harm me, and I think I radiated this confidence outwards cause he gave me a few looks and seemed to be hesitating before making his next move.
He then tried to walk towards me but I had already foreseen his next plan, so with telekinetic powers I shoved him into a little room and locked the door. I did all this without touching anyone or anything. I thought it and it happened, even the locks were moved through my thoughts alone. These telekinetic abilities came with a low humming noise as if a big diesel generator stood nearby, and sometimes it would make a crackle noise, like the sparks flying off a short circuiting wire. It sounded almost exactly like the engines on the hovercrafts in the matrix movies.
I went back the way I came and saw the cloakroom. In this restaurant it was custom for people to bring their coats there themselves and pick them up again. There I saw one of the teachers of the ROCMN school, and her husband. These people had in real life attempted (and may have succeeded) to steal money from a school organised charity to help poor people in Thailand. Her husband was involved in that too. Something I confronted them with in real life, by the way. I saw these people here, and they looked like they were scheming again. They hadn’t seen me. I looked on as she was looking through the coats on the racks. She looked around skittish as if to make sure no one saw her. Her husband seemed to stand watch.
She then took a very nice looking coat from the rack, took off her own coat, and switched them. She had just stolen someone else’s coat! When I witnessed her doing this and realised what exactly it was that she was doing, I used some of my previously demonstrated Angelic powers on her. I flew towards her, and pressed her to the ground with my left hand on her throat. I was going to make sure this shameless thief would not get away this time. People around us stopped what they were doing, and for a moment it seemed I was the one who was trying to steal from her, but I quickly explained: “This woman is a thief. This is not her coat, I saw her switch it with someone else’s!”
As I had clarified what had happened, one of the employees of the restaurant came to my aid. She was an Indonesian woman, and was the cloakroom manager. She calmly said to me: “Watch out for your hands.” I looked back at the teacher who had now turned into a small version of the sand worms from the 1983 Dune movie. The skin of this worm was soft and brittle though, and its colour was white. But it did sport a mouth full of teeth, though she wasn’t more than 8 inches long now. I thought the cloakroom manager meant I needed to watch out for the bite, and indeed I got bitten, but the bite didn’t break my skin, and didn’t even leave a mark. It felt like a minor pinch.
While she had warned me, the manager fumbled in her back pocket and took out a small white spray canister. Apparently this sort of thieving happened more often, and this spray was made to repel these creatures. The she actually warned me for the spray, and while I restrained the worm, she sprayed some kind of sticky freeze spray directly into the mouth of the vile squirming creature. I got some of it on my fingers. It felt sticky and cold at first, followed by a slight burning sensation. The worm on the other hand was immediately lifeless, as if all life was sucked out of it instantly. The woman asked me if I was alright. As she asked, I could already feel the burning sensation dissipate, so I replied: “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” The husband was nowhere to be found. It seems he had just fled the scene and abandoned her in typical coward fashion.
I went back into the restaurant, where now all hell had broken loose. The dream took a slight turn again, and outside in the city of Amersfoort was now a festival. The theme of this festival was ‘monsters’, mostly demonic monsters. The idea of it was that people would dress up in monster costumes and scare each other while dancing, but all tongue in the cheek. It was all fun and games. But nobody knew that actual demons had gathered in the crowds on the streets. I was able to see through their scheme though. I saw who were real demons and who were just people playing dress up. Nobody else seemed to have noticed that what was going on now was actually a serious chase of life and death.
These friends from earlier in the dream were now back. They were sitting in the back of a pickup truck. I crawled behind the wheel, and floored it. I tried to get us out of the city centre. True demons and other monsters began chasing us. Some were very big, some even extremely big. The further we got away from the centre, the more attention we seemed to be drawing, and the more monsters came after us. And the chasing monsters became huge, some towering over the many buildings. They bent over the houses to try and stop us with their hands.
One of those monsters succeeded in getting in front of the truck, and it started threatening me. I would get one last chance, and if I did not comply there would be severe consequences. I had to cancel what ever it was I was planning to do. But again I was completely unafraid. Well, I was slightly afraid, but in a positive sense. I wanted to fight him cause I wanted to know whether I would be able to win. I told him he would not be able to stop me from being who I am. “Even if I cannot win, I will not give up. I will keep trying.” While I told him this he gained in size. He grew and grew, until he was twice the height of the buildings around us. “Than this is your consequence!” he said.
The monster signalled another smaller monster. This monster was still very large, about the same height of the buildings around us. He grabbed one of the friends from the rear of the pickup truck. His name was Jeff, and I knew him as a friend of my brother. Jeff was shirtless, and his muscular torso was covered in tattoos. On his back he had a large tattoo of Angel wings. The monster lifted Jeff up to above its own head, and then smashed him to the ground with all its strength. But the whole time Jeff had a look on his face of a true warrior. He didn’t fear death and it looked like Jeff had just planned to get up and fight the monster as soon as he hit the ground. But it wouldn’t come to that.
Jeff exploded on the tarmac like he was a water balloon filled with blood. There was nothing recognisable left of him. Only a pool of red gush and blood. The dream again took a slight turn, as I exited the vehicle and began to fly low above the street, about one or two feet above the stones that formed the street. I recognised this part of Amersfoort. It was near the music academy, situated in a historical building of this city. I flew low to the ground along the canal in the direction of a square called ‘the varkensmarkt’. There things looked different than they do in real life though.
I flew upwards to get a better view, and rose to a considerable height. In the distance I saw that my friends were now engaged in a flight with the monsters. And they fought like champions. They had spears, and seemed completely unafraid. They were seemingly working together flawlessly and would constantly assist each other in the kills they scored. They ducked, threw each other spears, pushed demons in the way of spears, pulled their allies out of harms way, held demons in position so that another could stake them, all of it. It looked epic and fantastic!
I was relieved to see my friends were doing well. I didn’t intend to abandon them in my efforts but had done so unintentionally. If I were there I would have been able to defeat those demons with a thought. But then something near me on the streets below caught my attention. The little fairy from earlier in the dream who I supposedly served came flying around the corner. I came down to the roofs and observed her. She hadn’t spotted me. I was relieved that she was safe. But then she went into the street in front of the building I was sitting on top of.
She stopped flying and started walking. While walking she transformed into a nasty looking old woman. She was short and thick, with a crooked posture, white grey hair, wearing a knitted pink sweater. I only now saw what I saw instantly with the demons, being able to distinguish demons from dressed up people; this was an evil woman. In an instant I realised she was the one who controlled the monsters. She was behind everything that had happened. She had organised this all. But she didn’t know I had escaped, and neither that I now knew her deeds and true intentions.
