Date: 03-03-2021

Introduction:

I only remember fragments of this dream. It was a long dream, and so many things happened, but because it wasn’t the last dream I had, and when I woke up I really had to go to the bathroom, and because of all the things I had to do and the other dreams that came after, this one had almost slipped my mind. I do remember a few things. It wasn’t a pleasant dream, and that too added to my subconscious not wanting to cling to the memory of the dream. I got the impression that subconsciously I had been bombarded with many dreadful dreams last night and I think my mind just wanted some peace. Looking back I am a little sad, because I am sure there were some very important messages in this dream. What’s below is what I recall.

Fake Storms:

This took place during the evening. It was dark outside, throughout the whole dream. The locations varied, but in the dream all those locations were the same or bordered each other so that movement between them on foot was possible. The many locations included my parents’ house, the old ‘Free Record Shop’ in the city centre, and the passage (a little obscure alleyway with tiny shops).

The location of the ‘Free Record Shop’ frequents my dreams. Never as the actual store, but the space itself; a narrow shop that extends quite far into the back of the building. I am unsure how this space was utilized in this dream. I didn’t live there now, as I sometimes do in other dreams. But it was a bit crowded with people in the dream, most of who I knew in the dream. I have no idea who they are in my waking life though. I do recall I intended to buy me some new Bluetooth loudspeakers, and was setting out to find a place to get them.

I recall seeing a homeless man outside. He was sitting between a pile of garbage bags. He started talking to me. Something about the lockdowns, and how he thought it was all bullshit. I conversed with him for a bit, told him some of my findings and wisdoms. Maybe I gave him some money, but maybe not. I do recall not wanting to give him too much because I would then not have enough to buy those Bluetooth speakers I wanted to purchase. I moved on.

I entered the passage. There was a tiny electronics shop located somewhere inside. I arrived in front of that shop, which was closed. The door and shop window were all made of large glass panes, so I could see the entire inventory of the shop. I saw speakers, but I couldn’t tell whether these were the kinds I was looking for, nor their price. The door was locked. I peered through the window to see if I could see an employee in the badly lit space, and discovered there was a person hiding under all kinds of stuff, mostly newspapers. They were sleeping. I couldn’t see their face as it was covered by newspapers.

I didn’t want to wake them, and decided I would just come back another time, but in some stupid move I made my metal wristband hit the glass door, and it bounced off it exactly three times. This sounded exactly like it would if someone were to tap on the window with a key or something in order to wake that person up. And indeed they woke up. There was movement under the newspapers. I decided it was better to just wait there and pretend to have deliberately tapped on the window than to walk away or stay and explain what had actually happened. Again, it really didn’t sound like an accident.

While they were moving, I asked: “Are you opening today” But to my horror this person had blue skin, and an enlarged deformed head. He looked like some kind of hybrid between an alien and human. He remained in a laying down position, and only raised his head. He smiled at me which revealed rows of razor sharp teeth, and with a sneaky laugh he replied: “Hehe, noooooope.” He turned over to his side, facing away from me, and pulled some more newspapers over his face again. I then noticed there was a pane of glass missing in the far left of the shop window. I would be able to fit through easily.

But I didn’t dare. Besides, I was not in the habit of stealing things, and to take something and put down money on the counter was a bit too strange for my taste. Not to mention there was a blue alien-man with sharp teeth sleeping on the floor. I walked back to the location of the ‘Free Record Shop’ and when I entered it I was now in the kitchen of my parents’ house. It was still dark outside, probably midnight. Everyone in the house was sleeping. Then through the backdoor window I saw flashes of light, and the sound of thunder. A thunderstorm! That’s a spectacle I love to watch. I walked towards the backdoor to behold the lighting strikes.

It was showering hard. Rain poured down in the highest possible quantities. And there was a lot of flashes of lightning. I saw a barrage of at least 10 lightning strikes hit the garage of the neighbours in short succession. But I noticed something truly strange. Something weird was going on. The sound was as you’d expect from a violent thunderstorm, and the flashes and lightning strikes too were on par with such a violent thunderstorm. But audibly and visually it didn’t match. If lightning was to strike so near me, the sound should’ve instantly be heard. It didn’t. And not just that; I didn’t hear 10 or so strikes in succession. The flashes also didn’t match the lightning strikes.

It was very strange indeed. It seemed almost like this thunderstorm wasn’t real, and that the one who had been tasked to fake it only had a rudimentary understanding of how a thunderstorm actually works. It was as if we heard a tape recording of an actual violent thunderstorm, while being shown a video also of an actual violent thunderstorm, but the soundtrack and video were not of the same storm, so the events seen didn’t match the events heard. It was like those who faked the storm didn’t know the relation between the flashes of light, the lightning bolts, and the sound of thunder, which during an actual thunderstorm would confuse me when I was a child, until it was explained to me. The sound of the violent thunderstorm was terrifying, and so was what was seen, but because of the clear mismatch I found it scary on a whole other level. Who could fake a thunderstorm?

The visual lightning strikes kept repeating in high frequency, and barrage after barrage struck the many garages bordering my parents’ yard. I wanted to warn my parents. In this dream my dad was still alive. He and mom were sleeping in their old bedroom (which now is the computer room). I walked back into the kitchen. There I ran into my sister. I talked with her. She too had noticed there was something off about this thunderstorm. “Weird, right? Something is off!” She said to me. But she wasn’t able to articulate it as well as I could, because she didn’t really understand thunderstorms that well, but her intuition was spot on. She had sensed it quite well that something didn’t add up.

Through the curtains the frequency of the flashes kept increasing, but no thunders sounded. I decided to go upstairs to my old attic room to view the storm from a wider perspective. Maybe I was better to determine where lighting was striking elsewhere and if that corresponded with the thunders we sometimes heard. But on my way there I first stopped at my parents’ bedroom, in order to pass them a word of warning. But both of them were half asleep. I couldn’t get through to them. Whatever I said didn’t stick. Their responses were barely audible muttering about how they wanted to sleep. The seriousness of my warning escaped them both. I gave up and continued to move towards the attic.

I passed my sister’s old room. The door was opened. The room was dark, but all the way in the back I saw a faint light. Her loft bed was gone, and where there used to be a sitting area under the loft there was now a big desk, stretching from the left to the right of the room. Behind this desk was my brother, M. He sat behind the desk, so facing away from me. I only saw his back. His head rested on the desktop. He didn’t look too well, like he was deeply unhappy. As if I was slightly telepathic, I was able to get a faint taste of his emotions. I also detected furious anger residing in him. I felt bad for him, but because of this rage I detected I thought it was best I did not disturb him.

Silently I sneaked up the stairs towards the attic. I entered my old room which looked much like how I had left it when I moved out. There I stood in front of the wide window and I concluded within seconds the same thing I had concluded downstairs, the same thing my sister too concluded; something was not right. This thunderstorm didn’t match the real thing. It was without a doubt a thunderstorm, and it undeniably was doing a lot damage just like a real thunderstorm, but it wasn’t a real thunderstorm at all. And that’s all I remember from this dream.

 

Analysis:

I think this thunderstorm is synonymous for the COVID-19 crisis. It’s really terrible what’s going on, and the damage that is being dealt is real, but what ever is going on is not what it seems. It is made to look like something which it is not, and the damage it deals is what you’d expect from the real thing. But it is all staged and only those who keenly observe will notice.

There was also a personal message in this dream. My brother was in our sisters’ old room. Maybe this means that he now occupies the place our sister had in the family household or that his situation is now similar to hers back then. My sister used to visit our parents often, but since the death of our father things changed a bit. Maybe M is now stuck in the same ‘fish trap’ of unhappiness in which our sister had been stuck for most of her live.