Date: 25-03-2021
So my dream starts off in an abandoned shopping mall. Multi story, many escalators, everything is white coloured, but there is little light. The country was on lockdown. The shops were all closed and it seemed like this was a place where the homeless now lived. There were corners and stair cases that were ‘held’ sort to speak by homeless people, with a fire barrel, shopping carts, tents, that sort of stuff.
But I was there, too, and so were my mates. In this dream these were good friends, but I did not know them. We were in some kind of resistance. The world hadn’t collapsed yet, I think, because the shops were closed. They weren’t pillaged. Me and this group were here because this was one of the few places we could congregate without drawing attention. It seemed like meeting up had become completely forbidden.
But in this dream (as sadly also in the real world) nobody gave a shit about the homeless, so nobody would come to check up on them to see whether they keep their distance to each other. It was the perfect hiding place. I recall walking around in that mall and thinking to myself how I wished things could get back to normal. I missed shopping for nice clothes and good food. But I also felt a strong realization that it might never come back. I felt sad that I hadn’t savoured my previous life more.
So at one point the group was meeting up. We were about to discuss our next move. The news was good. We had the enemy on the move. We had drawn them out of hiding, and we had a shot at exposing them. I don’t know exactly how we did it. I’m assuming by spreading the word, in one way or another. There was no internet, no smart phones, nothing. Working technology was rare. Whatever we did in the dream I believe was symbolism for what we do now.
But while we were planning our next move, we were blind sighted by the enemy. A sudden attack was upon us. Not military. These were all nicely dressed elites. All of them, as in their elderly, their young and old adults, their kids even! All in tuxedo (men) or cocktail party dress (women). I saw few women to be honest, mostly males. I also recall seeing some butlers, helping out. Not fighting but patching their masters up and handing them new weapons when they lost or broke theirs. But they were all armed with samurai swords. All of them. And they could fight.
We were armed with all improvised weapons. Some found swords maybe, but it was mostly steel pipes and metal chains. Stuff like that. And even though the attack was unsuspected, we all jumped up simultaneously and rushed into battle with valour. But it was a blood bath, for both sides, though there wasn’t any memorable blood. I recall seeing no blood now that I think about it. But the battle felt real, and bodies of both sides started hindering the progressing battle as they piled up.
I was fearful, armed with a steel pipe, and didn’t feel like hurting anyone as eagerly as I saw my mates do. I didn’t hate them enough to do harm to them. I was just ‘sword fighting’ with them to prevent them from cutting me. But when one really tried to get to me I was forced to make a choice; die or smash. I smashed the pipe into the back of his head and it disabled him immediately. The act had liberated a feeling of hate in me and I now started smashing and kicking. It wasn’t clear who was winning. Both sides were doing well.
At one point I got the idea to pick up one of the samurai swords from one of the dead enemies. I was no swordsman, but it was a real improvement to the pipe. I sliced and sliced until I was faced with a beast of a man. He reminded me of Lex Luther from the comic books. If that means nothing to you, just imagine a big strong man, standing two heads taller than average, big fucking guy. His son was helping him like a butler, cleaning his blade, handing him a drink, that sort of stuff. The big guy (let’s call him Lex) paid no attention to me. He slew one after the other that attempted to best him. His son seemed like your ordinary guy, about 25ish years old.
But then I saw an opportunity. For a brief moment, Lex stumbled over one of the bodies. I think it was one of my mates he slew. I saw him lose his balance and ran towards him, taking a swing at the back of his neck with the blade of my sword. Much to my surprise, it didn’t kill him. It hurt him, but not even to an extend that it would take him out. There was a deep cut, but this mother fucker was so big, there was so much of him to cut through, it wasn’t enough to take him down. He got up, but it seemed like the wound I made did get his attention. He tried to fight me but I think the cut hurt too much. He ordered two others to battle me, while he went to the back of the battle line.
I easily defeated these two, and curiously observed what Lex was doing now. Somehow, time seemed to be standing still. I didn’t fear for my life any more, there was no one coming at me, it was all very serene. I saw how they had a pallet carrier bring in a huge box. It looked as a box like one might expect to see that held some kitchen appliance, like a toaster or blender, but only really really big. On the sides there was a picture of what was inside. The box was white and the text said “regeneration chamber”.
The picture on the side showed some kind of pod with a lid. It looked like one of those regeneration chambers from Dragon Ball Z. If that means nothing to you, imagine a single person bathtub, with a chair, and a lid, that can be filled with fluid to the top, meaning the person in it would be completely submerged when using it. The fluid in this chamber, I imagine, would have the same function as in Dragon Ball Z; the fluid would heal any injury in a record time. I think in this dream you could also breath the fluid, I didn’t see any oxygen masks.
So I knew what he was going to do. The cut in his neck did disable him to some extend and he wanted to heal. I thought to myself how typical this was for a person like him, to have so much money and entitlement he can just own something like this. His minions were unboxing it while he went somewhere else, presumably to slip into different clothes. I saw my chance and took down his aids that were unboxing. They had barely begun. I obviously intended to sabotage the machine so it would no longer function. I started unpacking it myself. All the different parts were wrapped in plastic, lot’s of foam and bubble wrap, but all sized up.
At one point I held in my hand some big plastic component. No idea what it was for. It was at this moment the son of Lex saw me and called the aid of others. I smashed the plastic thing and kicked with all my might into the side of the box. The sound of cracking plastic came from the box and I could see desperation in the eyes of my enemies. I really hurt them with this. But they tried to stop me, not sure how, but I ended up facing just the son and had in my hand some glass component. It looked and felt a bit like an oven dish for lasagna (don’t know the English word), but it had an irregular shape. It obviously fitted somewhere specific.
So with this piece in my hand facing the scared son, I recalled in my dream I had a dream about that very moment. Total dream inception. It happens quite often in my dreams. I looked at his face and he was smiling at me nervously. I knew exactly what I had dreamt and it felt like I needed to act on that now. And so I told him I had a dream about this very moment. He said he had a dream about it, too, and asked me to tell me my dream. Park this situation as I go down one dream from this one.
The dream I described to him was a dream of the same situation, same beginning, up to the moment of the surprise attack. The force that attacked us consisted of aliens and demons. Battle details are vague but I do recall that my mates and I were now the ones with the samurai swords. And one thing that I absolutely vividly remember dreaming in the dream I was dreaming, was that the enemy had some sort of tech or magic, where a dark tarry like vein would crawl and grow over the floor, and would at one point stop advancing and branch out into a pattern, a bit like how tree branches branch out into smaller and smaller ones. When a round shape was completely formed a small force of demonic soldiers would appear on that spot. One of our main task during this battle in order to keep the upper hand was to cut the advancing veins through and through to stop that force from materializing. But this dream inside this dream ended with me facing this young boy, and the prophecy that he was going to kill me.
I told him this dream, and he told me he had the exact same dream, but with the difference that he was going to spare my life. I was dumb struck. He was sincere and speaking the truth, I knew that for sure. What was I suppose to believe now? I didn’t want to kill him, but I didn’t want him to kill me, either. I valued my own life more than his. But what was the message if he had been getting messages, too, and his message was one of mercy. We were both pondering the meaning of what was going on, while I stood over him holding this glass thing over his head. It was an awkward situation. We both felt fear but also growing sympathy for the other.
At that moment it felt like I was in a play and had to say my lines and perform my act. As if it was scripted in advance and I just had to go through the motions. I now had to hit this poor guy on the head with this heavy glass thing. But it felt so wrong. So awkwardly I told him: “I think I’m supposed to hit you with this. Would you mind if I…?” I seriously politely asked him whether I could bash his face in. And he actually agreed to let me do it. And thus I struck him. I tried to do it with as little force as possible while still being reasonably sure the glass would break, as the script demanded of me. And it did. The glass shattered into many pieces.
But he was fine! No harm done, to great relieve to us both. He told me he didn’t know how to proceed now. Neither did I. But then I had an insight. I don’t recall it literally, but it was along the lines of what follows. I said: “I think we were meant to meet like this, but from here on we’re supposed to make our own choices. The things we decide now cannot be decided for us. That’s why our visions didn’t confirm nor contradicted each other. It’s how ‘they’ operate. What is logical to them is cryptic for us. But I think this is the message.” He seemed to process what I had said, and was inclined to believe me. I lost track of the story after this.
Analysis:
Could it be that my mates in the dream are the people I have met on Telegram? Our effort is having an effect to draw out our enemy. But they will pull something on us we didn’t expect. We will persist though and have a chance at victory.
But the challenge comes when we find that victory. We’re all designed in a certain way but we do not have to act on our design. The life we have here isn’t your ordinary play and we don’t have to go through the motions to do deeds we cannot undo.
We may be surprised to find humanity in our enemies. We need our own humanity to recognize it, if we wish to act upon it. If the victors are without humanity, history will just repeat itself. Our mission of saving humanity is not just about saving our fellow humans but equally as much about saving humanity within ourselves.
But the dream also shows that we are all under some kind of influence. There might be a grander power controlling both sides. This is a worrisome thought. But the dream showed me we all have a measure of control, that exceeds this influence.
