Date: 06-10-2021
In this dream, I lived with my wife D in some kind of community. The setting was a slightly post-apocalyptic world. The house in which we lived was partly the house I live in now, but there were also parts of it that resembled my parents’ house. Some spaces were completely different from both, though. The location of the house shifted a few times. Sometimes the house was located in Amersfoort and sometimes in De Veen. But regardless either location felt like home to me.
The community consisted of people who live in our courtyard. The houses were situated in exactly the same way. But in those houses lived different people than live there in real life. Many of them I didn’t know, but I did know a few prominent residents in this dream reality. De leader of this community was my boss, F. He ruled in his own way; a joking socially awkward dictator. His right hand man was another colleague of mine, FW. But the vibe was mostly good in the community, and we were about to have another community meeting.
A package had arrived from the government. It contained something that would “improve us”. It was meant for vaccinated people only, and was some sort of technology. It was to be injected or applied (it’s a little vague) with a handheld device that looked much like a handheld scanner from the supermarket. FW was explaining to the group what it did and how it worked, but even before he started I already knew I didn’t want it. We weren’t vaccinated either, anyway so we weren’t eligible.
FW explained how great it was and he was going to demonstrate it on himself. He aimed the device at his chest and pushed the trigger button. A violent reaction crawled over his skin in a circle outward from where he targeted himself. It appeared like black wires were tunnelling their way through his upper skin tissue. It much resembled someone being assimilated by the Borg like in the Star Trek series and films. And indeed implants appeared on top of his skin at certain places, but they were much smaller than the Borg implants, and they were pitch black. Their purpose was at this point still unknown to us.
On his wrist of his right hand appeared some sort of bracelet, but the bracelet did not touch his skin. It looked like it was levitating just half an inch away from his skin at all times, like magnets facing other magnets but facing them with the same pole. The beats of the bracelet weren’t connected through a wire either but levitated just at the right distance from each other to give the appearance of a bracelet. They were elongated squares, the middle one biggest, and getting smaller the further along either side of his wrist they progressed, and they appeared to be made out of turquoise mineral stone. Lastly they also seemed to emanate a faint bluish hue.
FW explained that everyone who took this would now be able to communicate with each other wirelessly. There were many more features but D and I didn’t stay to hear the rest. We didn’t want this. We saw how impure it was. Never any privacy ever again? Never having any of my own thoughts? This was demonic. But while we walked out we heard FW ask: “Who wants to go first?” After that we looked back and saw that especially many young children who had no idea of the ramifications of this augmentation jumped up at the chance. But D and I stayed quiet and continued our way out of the hall. We understood that it was not possible to reverse this process and that we could not make them understand if we tried to explain why they shouldn’t want this.
We were going to distance ourselves from the group that underwent this transition. But our leader, F, saw us leave. He had undergone the treatment earlier before even FW did, because we saw the same thing around his wrist as we saw appear on FW’s wrist. He made a hand-sign to FW and it looked like he wanted FW to go and talk to us. They both started talking to us, quite forcefully. They both said this procedure wasn’t voluntary but mandated. We were going to have to consent to this, even though it was for the vaccinated only. But they also simultaneously told us we weren’t allowed to have this because we were unvaccinated. This was a strange contradiction, and I recall verbally countering both arguments where I plead that discrimination is very wrong, but also explaining why we both refused to cooperate with them.
We went home. The dream somehow spanned a few days, of which only vague impressions lasted when I typed the dream out. I cannot recall any details about those days, but the story picked back up again here. At this point we were the black sheep of the community. People looked at us with much distrust when we walked outside. We stayed home and indoors as much as we could. D had to go to work but I appeared to be out of a job. I stayed home. And when this story picks up there was some interaction between me and a neighbour. He was a black man, and he was quite nice to me. I had been fixing things in my porch at the front door, but I had forgotten to take my tool case back inside. This man rang the doorbell.
I spoke to him through the open kitchen window. It was a friendly conversation. One I hadn’t had with a neighbour for days. After the conversation I climbed out of the kitchen window to get my stuff. The neighbour walked away but I could see he had only now noticed I did not have any implants. He had a look on his face as if he suddenly realised he had been talking to an enemy. I wasn’t sure but it seemed like he had informed the community of this wirelessly. The vibe got bad again.
That evening Hunter Biden (yes, the son of Joe Biden..!) rang our doorbell, and when I answered the door he started complaining to me that D and I had not undergone the procedure, and underscored that we were the only ones that didn’t. D had already gone to bed, and the house was now truly different from how it was in the start of the dream. I didn’t really know this place, but it was my house in the dream. While talking to Hunter, F and FW suddenly appeared too, along with an older woman who I didn’t know. But she took the lead. There was also a fifth person who I barely remember, as their role was minor. It was now five people against one.
Hunter tried to push me aside and tried to get into the house, but I calmly stood strong and told him he did not have my permission to enter. I wouldn’t allow it. I tried to walk away inside and now the house had no door so I couldn’t close it (which was normal in the dream at this point). I walked up the stairs but Hunter had followed me in and also tried to walk up the stairs behind me. Now my instincts to protect D from them kicked in. F and FW were now also inside in the hallway, F holding the device in his hands. They were going to force us. F said: “You no longer have a choice in this matter!” I began to resist them, and pushed Hunter down from the stairs with force, Yelling: “I DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS!” I repeated this again but replaced the ‘I’ with ‘WE’.
I yelled that a third time and it seemed to scare them off. The hallway was big now and appeared much like the old workshop at the appliance store where I got my first job in my early teens. From this workshop I grabbed the first long item I could find to use as a weapon. Sadly it turned out to be a plastic pipe rather than an iron one, but it would have to do. Now this afore mentioned woman started to take an active role, and ordered the others to complete the procedure on me. All five approached me.
But I was in “no consent mode” and I took a swing with the pipe at her head, and repeated that motion hitting her on her arms and shoulder, as well as on her head a few times. I hit her hard, with all my strength. She was unable to continue her stride towards me and I was winning terrain. I kept hitting her repeatedly and drove her out of the house! There was nothing she could do but obey my demand. With even less effort I got the others to leave. I simply walked in all red-faced and firmly stated: “OUT! ALL OF YOU!” I hit them with the pipe a few times but it was only to speed up their pace. They were on their way out. Now they stood outside like sad children who’s ball was taken away by an angry neighbour. They stood there, but they did not leave.
I went back inside into this house that still had no door, so I didn’t close and lock anything. I thought to myself that if we both went to sleep they were surely coming back, perhaps with more people. We had to leave. In the bedroom I found D awake, but she hadn’t really heard much of what had transpired downstairs. I explained the situation to her. She stated it would be better if we were to find another place to live tomorrow. I convinced her we had to leave the house now: “They’ll be coming back as soon as we are asleep.” “You’re right.” she replied calmly, realising the severity of our situation.
We quickly grabbed a few things and fled into the darkness of the night. I knew the way even though the night was pitch black, just as I can navigate through the forest during the night in real life. D held my hand tight. We escaped from being noticed by a crowd that had been gathering not far from our house with the intent to storm us. With distance came some safety and we were now walking hand in hand through what appeared to be old Amersfoort. Really old, like 1800’s old. There were narrow alleys, brothels, orphanages, cafes, etc. I told D we were just going to have to find a place to stay for the night, and when day breaks we’d try and go back to the house early in the morning and gather what we need to really leave for good.
It was raining at this point. We walked the streets, taking shelter from the rain under porches. We were walking on the right side of the street. On the other side of the street we saw a man through the window who appeared to be orally pleasured by a woman, presumably a prostitute. From a window above us on our side of the street a man opened the window and started yelling joking remarks at the woman. “You really need to take a lot from this job, don’t ya!” The man that yelled didn’t see us down below, but the man that was being pleasured did. But he didn’t do anything, I presume out of shame.
But to the window next to us on our side of the street the face of a young little girl appeared. She was about 8 years old. She must’ve heard all the yelling and had become curious about what was going on, and now she had discovered us. She looked at me for a few seconds, in a moment of silence and anticipation on both sides of that window. It was a short moment of awkward social contact. But then her look strayed to my neck and this startled her. She noticed we did not have any implants. Her eyes widened, and in her neck now several small LED lights switched on and started blinking rapidly.
Frightened she took a few steps back away from the window, still not having said a word. The room she was in had been completely dark, but because of these flickering lights in her implant some features of the room became visible to us. Horrified I noticed how the whole back wall of this elongated darkened room was filled with people sitting on one long row of benches like those in gym class. They were mixed, young and old, numbering about 30 people total, and they all appeared to be sleeping. But the moment I saw them I also saw their implants be activated. Lights in each of their necks started flickering on and off, and it lit up the room. Immediately after this they woke up, looked at us, and stood up. The network had activated them.
D and I knew intuitively that those that wanted to inject us now also knew where we were, because all these people were connected to a hive mind of sorts. We ran, as fast as we could. We ran and ran and ran until I had reached a hideout I knew from long ago when I was just a kid in real life. D was no longer with me now. Not that I had abandoned her or anything, but she was just not part of this phase of the dream. I was alone there, and I hid for a large angry mob that was looking for me.
It was a strange place, next to a little ditch with calm flowing water, but behind some kind of dam with lots of vegetation so I could easily stay out of sight here. I had a really dry and sore throat for some reason. It really bothered me. Then someone came sitting there along the ditch a little further away. They whore old worn-out clothes. They sat down next to a little brick wall that was part of an old bridge that once spanned across the ditch. It was a woman, not too old, maybe a little older than I. She was homeless, I assumed. I went over to her, because I wanted to have some social interaction with someone. We were equals, because I now too was homeless.
I greeted her, but my voice was really hoarse, I could barely talk. She had an old coke cola bottle with water that was not entirely clean, but drinkable. She offered me the water. I accepted it gracefully. But it didn’t help. Even though I had drank it all and had taken efforts to rinse the back of my throat with it, I still had the sensation there was sand in the back of my throat. She got another bottle, this one with a little bit of actual cola. She offered it to me. She was most generous. I felt shame it still didn’t help my voice.
With a hoarse voice I spoke with her. I don’t remember about what, but I do recall I explained some of my philosophies to her. We spoke about the current state of the world. This woman had refused the treatment as well. But all of a sudden while talking to her I realised I wanted to get D out of that world. I somehow knew she now resided in my parents’ old home. I instantly teleported myself there. It was night-time still, and the rain was poring harder and harder. D was inside the house, which was completely dark. She was hiding under the window. I appeared and hugged her, and told her if she came with me I could get her out of this world. She did.
I was now able to fly, as sometimes I can in my dreams. And I wasn’t nervous about it as I sometimes was in other dreams. From the front yard I grabbed 2 big tarps, wrapped them around the two of us in a certain way to prevent us from getting too wet by the rain. She hugged me tightly and I held on to her and the tarps, and took to the sky. We flew over the house in the direction of a neighbourhood with flats. The flying part went really well. As we gained height the weather cleared up. Down below we could see a mass of people with blinking implants. They tried to follow us, climbed trees and the flats as if to try and get near us, but we were out of their range. I could fly and we could now go anywhere we’d like now. We were no longer afraid.
