Date: 21-08-2022

Tonight I dreamt very intensely about an all out attack. The dream started in Amersfoort, which was also De Veen. My wife D and I were meeting up in secret with other people from the resistance. The Netherlands were occupied territory by some foe, I do not know which, but it was WEF planned. Things had not become overly sour; it would still have been possible to go over the border into Spain for example. But the signs were there the establishment was working on a way to stop that fast.

We sat down at a table with some guy high up in the resistance and his wife. She was mute through almost all of the conversation. D and I were talking about living where we live and how we think we’ll be able to build a living for ourselves staying here while the regime tightens its grip. He talked about wanting to move into a house. Migration was an option but he would rather build his family in NL. We discussed the pros and cons.

Then the conversation took a different turn. We talked in depth about the regime and the things that led up to it. He mentioned an alien influence, and he had proof. In the back of my mind I thought I did not know if I could really trust him. He talked about helping in on a plan to expose them. Somehow what he explained to me allowed me access to what he was doing in his mind.

We devised a plan to make it look like they were having a problem on a mining facility on an asteroid. And we did. We engaged several alarms in a certain order to make it look like a cascade event of sorts had happened. It forced their hand. They had to relocate some ships and assets to deal with the catastrophe at the mine and its repercussions. This meant we got to see the location of many small hidden ships which location we were then able to strike using one of their weapon platform satellites. We would attack the location, but couldn’t target the ships because those were cloaked, even for the alien tech. But if the ships hadn’t moved yet, we were sure they would be hit, and we had responded quite fast. There was every reason to assume we hit at least some, probably most.

A panic ensued through their mainframe. They feared they had an insider. An informant. Distrust spread through their system within minutes and they were forced to initiate their endgame prematurely. Over Australia, an enormous cloud turned into a ship. It was their mothership. It was incredibly large, beyond human understanding. Miles and miles wide, disc shaped, but not at all featureless. There were valves, doors, exhausts, and all kinds of other features, mostly along the edge of the dish. It moved onto its side, so that its length would stretch from the surface of the Earth on one end and space on the other.

A door opened on the Earth facing side. It looked like a mechanical giant dragon head which opened its mouth. People yelled and screamed in panic and disbelieve, unable to process what was happening right in front of their eyes. A bright white beam of light was emitted through the opening and a swarm of small flying vehicles exited the craft through this door. The whole thing resembled an evil beast opening its mouth and puking its evil offspring out onto the planet. The swarm of small flying vehicles appeared to be fighter drones, armed to the teeth. Every inch on each drone was a weapon. Thousands emerged. Then the ship took off up into the sky.

I don’t remember how it continued.

Date: 15-07-2022

Last night I dreamt I was in the car with my brother and dad, a woman, and some other people too, but they were just accompanying us. We were on our way to some place, unknown to me. While we were driving, strange dark clouds appeared on the horizon. It was like a long thick band of dark clouds at the right side behind us and along side of us. Much turbulence in the clouds created round shapes along the cloud curtain, which kind of resembled faces. Eventually they turned into very distinct faces of various monsters.

The road changed direction, slightly to the right, so that the clouds would be on our right side. We drove on a long straight road ahead and drove past ever more horrifying new faces. I recognised some of them as characters from the computer game ‘Warcraft’. The further we drove the more horrendous faces we saw, to the point of being truly terrifying.

We arrived at our destination, where I was to train against a demon attack with three others. They were just children, no older than 10 years old. I think I was a child too at this point in the dream. We each had a bag with us, that contained magnets. A guide was there to help us, but I had already done this before some time ago. It was like a distant memory in that dream. I recalled having telekinetic powers because of some kind of jewellery made with those magnets, and I recalled fighting demons like the ones we saw in the clouds. Real ones though, not clouds.

There were supposed to be 7 magnets and some pearls in my bag. I couldn’t find more than 5 magnets. It looked like I had forgotten them or perhaps lost them along our way. I felt stupid. It was typical of me. Yet I accepted it quickly and told my guide I did not have all I needed to make the necklace. The guide helped me out, and gave me something. Perhaps stuff from the bags of the other children. Everyone helped me, it was a really warm gesture. Through sharing my inventory was complete again. They weren’t all magnets, but it would get the job done.

We then went into a room that looked like a theatre, but it was also real. Like a movie theatre, but not 2D film, but actual 3D, which made it real. But we knew it was fake. In there we saw a movie about a historic Formula 1 race. It was historic because something terrible happened during that race, which was captured on camera because the Formula 1 race was being televised. We sat on the tribunes like we were part of the crowd.

At one point the Earth under the tribune opened up, and the structure began to sink into the hole in the ground. It was like muddy quicksand. Spectators struggled not to slide in. Some of them did. The horror on their faces was one of the things that was captured on film and which made this such an iconic tragedy. Many people died that day.

While we sat there we were in the end just spectators of a 3D film where spectators of a Formula 1 race found their deaths in some unforeseen tragedy, so we were not at risk of dying. Yet, we did influence what happened, because I recall I reached out my hand to an old man about to slide into the black void. I saved him. So we did have some influence.

Then the documentary turned to what caused the sinkhole. It went back in time, and we were now watching a 2D movie. What was shown was complicated. Long story short; the sinkhole was man-made. It was shown in narrated footage of old city halls, in black and white, meaning it was created a long time ago. It was planned to happen, but they did not know exactly when it eventually would happen.

At one point the documentary skipped ahead. It turned out my dad was able to control the play mechanism like a video player on a computer. My brother was now also with me. Together we asked him to rewind the clip. He did, but two times didn’t go back far enough. My brother and I responded a bit irritated as our dad wasn’t paying enough attention. He was talking to a blonde woman, and she seemed to take his attention away from this very important task he had.

But eventually he did as we asked and we saw the whole thing. What was shown was indeed revealing, yet it was exactly what we imagined it to be. Evil does evil things, basically. But it was somewhat disappointing, and it changed my perception in such a way that I didn’t care to watch the rest of it. It was just fear porn. Whether it was true or false was indistinguishable in that regard, and even though I could trust this was all true, it was still just fear porn and I understood it served no function to consume it.

I stood up and walked out. I found myself at night in my old neighbourhood. Thuggish teens were playing with illegal fireworks there. Loud explosions echoed through the corridors between the flats, which I think are demolished now in real life, but in the dream they were still there. The teens invited me to join in. I wanted to, but I told them I had no fireworks on me. Without any hesitation one of them reached into his pockets and gave me one of his fire crackers; some obscure random stick with a big fuse sticking out of it.

I knew it was going to render an enormous explosion if it were to be lit. Therefore, I asked him whether I could keep it for later use. “Not a problem.” he said. I saw its potential for a weapon in case society came to fall. I walked towards my parents’ street, while in the background the explosions kept echoing. They were “bombing” one of the houses on the corner there, by the way.

I arrived at my old street, and moved towards my parents’ house. On my way there I walked along the house where an old long deceased neighbour (opa Stevens) lived. But now in this dream, this was where my friend K lived with her mom. And I couldn’t help but stand still in front of the front-yard and look for her. I saw a woman with long blonde hair sitting in a chair with her back to the window. Was it her? She looked up. It was her mother. She looked exactly like I’d imagine K would look if she were her age. Quite stunning for her age.

But then K came running towards me from the right side of the house. She had seen me through the window while she was in the backyard. She grabbed my hands, both of them, with both her hands. We talked. I cited the dream I had earlier about her, in which many people told me “K was going through a rough time” because in that dream I was single, and she had just broken up with my brother, M, and in that dream she was really broken up about it.

We talked about the significance of this dream, but she stated she was fine. “I am over you, finally.” she said. She used to be in love with me but now, no more. I was happy. She knew I would never cheat on D, so this would uncomplicate things because maybe now a friendship could be pursued without complicated feelings. But I could see in her eyes she wasn’t truthful. She longed for me. I could see it. She only said what she said to have an excuse for herself to spend time with me again.

I lost track of where the dream went after this.

Date: 21-06-2022

I had another bizarre dream. Again the world I found myself in was post apocalyptic. I was with a group of men, about my age, some I knew from my time in college, some I didn’t know. There was one particular guy I know from college; X. I found him to be unpleasant, unkind, and untrustworthy in real life, as so too in this dream. All the men carried weapons, but it was mostly crossbows and PCP rifles. In short; weapons that would’ve been legal before the fall of civilisation.

I recall us walking around in a foreign land. We spoke English to people outside our group when we interacted with them on the street. I also recall I was itching to fire my PCP rifle at something, but didn’t find the right excuse. When it accidentally went off while pointing at the ground, I let go of that urge. We were walking around, seemingly aimlessly. It was like we were on vacation but also looking for something. Maybe something to eat or to do. I’m not sure. At one point we were inside a small building. A shed or hut of some sorts. In there an altercation started between X and another man in our group.

The man – who could have been a guy named Jac, also from college – was aiming a big crossbow at X. Jac didn’t raise his voice but was dead calm and demanded X “give it back”. Jac repeated this while X tried to calmly deny any wrong doing. “Give it back.” “I didn’t take it.” “Yes you did. Give it back.” “I didn’t take it.” Others of our group inquired what was going on. Jac explained that as he was cleaning out his room (apparently we stayed in that hut and we were about to move out) he couldn’t find his PCP gun, and he was absolutely convinced X had taken it.

The other men were apparently much inclined to believe Jac. X was much of an outsider in this group. Apparently a barely accepted one. But as calm and imposing as X’s demeanour was until now, that collapsed when the other men drew their weapons at him. Jac loaded another (second) arrow on his bow and set the snare on tension. X showed absolute desperation, cried, was visibly scared, but continued with his witty comments now neither denying nor confirming the theft. Typically him. It fuelled the anger of Jac who set the snare on his bow even tighter and pointed it at X’s face, ready to pull the trigger.

I intervened and came between X and Jac. I asked for calmness: “Either he took it or not. Let’s first establish whether he did before we do anything else.” It took me a considerable amount of effort to convince everyone to lower their weapons so that we could solve this logically. When they all did and everyone but X calmed down, I turned to him: “Alright. Did you take the weapon, yes or no?” “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, who knows?” “Stop this game, you’re not helping yourself.” This went back and forth two more times, until I broke the cycle and said: “Alright, either you say you took it and we find it somewhere among your things, or you say you didn’t take it, and we won’t find it. So which one is it? Because these guys are going to look through your things.”

But then X’s head turned into a skull with big frightful looking eyes. Like all his flesh except his eyes had mummified. After this almost instant transformation, he responded: “You’re forgetting a third option…” I said: “I know. That you deny stealing it but we do find it. But if that’s the case, I cannot do anything for you.” I put my right hand on his left cheek, and he leaned his head onto my hand, resting it there while turning back to de-mummified normal X, but staring at the ground like he was staring into the distance overthinking his life. I asked: “So are we going to find it with your stuff?” He replied almost softly whispering: “Only one way to find out…”

He seemed completely guilty and unable to just admit it. So we set out to go to his place, which was apparently a long walk to another hut. While walking there the guys got distracted and suddenly we had lost sight of X. We rushed to the shed and X was in his room, sweating, doing things. It was clear he had rushed to his room in the hut. We looked for the rifle, didn’t find it, but we did find many other things of which we could be certain weren’t his. It looked like he had stolen many things and rushed to the shed to get rid of the stolen rifle, but we did not have hard evidence to support it.

The guys now searched the premise and asked the maids whether they had seen X with a rifle. They stated they had witnessed X rush in with haste, but didn’t recall see him carry a rifle. On the premise around the hut one of the guys found the rifle in the sand. The rifle number had been filed off so there was no way to confirm this was Jac’s original gun. It was the same brand and type though. X was back to be his arrogant self again now, and clearly felt he was now in the clear. No direct evidence linked him to the theft of the rifle, and he was all in our faces, pointing with his finger, telling us we were wrong. And all of us were bound by inaction, because we had made a pledge to follow the evidence and act on that. We couldn’t act, even though he was clearly guilty, but we all felt like killing this son of a bitch that was in our faces about not being able to tie him to this theft.

Date: 13-04-2022

The dream began somewhere on the streets, in a city I do not know. It was dusk, and a lot of people were on the streets. Something big had happened. My wife and my brother were there too. Something significant had changed in the world. Extraterrestrials had intervened in our affairs. Not just a few flying saucers, no; an incredibly advanced civilisation did. Apparently humanity had been under the influence of another less advanced extraterrestrial force that ruled our solar system, and this incredibly advanced alien race had saved us from them.

We did not know how yet, but we soon found out. While looking over the horizon, I discovered there was an Earth-like planet visible in the sky, about the same apparent size as would be the moon. It looked just like Earth, but with differently sized and shaped continents. It was so surreal! There it was, a second Earth. I told everyone around me and pointed out the planet. Other people soon started discovering more planets, and so did I. I tried to find higher ground and scanned the horizon, and discovered more and more. Many looked like Earth, but some were different. They were all closely similar in size, but there was some variation.

A voice in our heads conveyed what happened. They – whoever they were – had moved Earth in orbit of a Jupiter mass black hole, around a sun-like star. We were now the newest addition to their community of planets with other races who were rescued by them as well. It was an astonishing message. These aliens must have incredibly advanced technology if they can move a planet to another star system. The prospect of now having many alien worlds within travelling distance was quite thrilling, but something felt off. Something wasn’t entirely right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Maybe it was the fact nobody was asked and this decision was forced upon us?

Night fell, and we were at a friend’s house now. An old friend who in real life I cut ties with; T. He was now married to S. We were at his new place. It was a house but it also had a balcony, where me and his friends marvelled at the new night sky full of different stars and constellations. In the far distance low on the horizon we would discover the occasional pinhole sized planet that orbited the far side of the black hole, and which was dimly lit by the sun. But we couldn’t find the moon and it was supposed to be up. One of T’s friends knew this for a fact. It dawned on us they had moved just the Earth, without its moon. I thought to myself how this would wreak havoc to our wildlife and all reproductive cycles of all the different animals that rely on the moon’s effect, it’s light, it’s gravitational pull, etc. Was this an oversight? How is it possible such an advanced civilisation would overlook something like this, or would possibly not even care?

It was the second reason for me that gave me the feeling something was not right. But everyone around me was absolutely thrilled. Especially my awake friends. “We were saved!” I tried not to be a buzz-kill and went along with it. I suggested we went out to the forests, far away from city lights, so we could better examine the new night sky. It took some time, and for some reason the others were a bit reluctant. They liked the idea but somehow nobody took the initiative to grab their coats and go. After suggesting it a few times more, subtly inserting the idea in the conversations, finally we were going. But now it was already dawn. We had missed our chance. Next night we would, it was agreed upon.

As morning came, many people gathered on a nearby square; a large field of grass in the city. Scientists had organised an event there. These were friendly well meaning scientists, eager to demonstrate something to the masses. We were now in a different part of the universe, perhaps not even in the milky way any more. They wanted to test whether the laws of nature were still the same here. In a small electric vehicle they arrived, and they opened the back. In the back of the vehicle were crates with test-tube racks with glass test-tubes. The tubes contained certain chemicals and they were labelled to note which chemical each contained. Their plan was to test the properties of these chemicals and compare the results to the known properties of those chemicals to see if they differed.

They were about to get ready and many people had gathered around them, but the event was abruptly interrupted by the same voice in our heads as before. This time though the voice was angry! We were to immediately cease our experiment! “Stop what you are doing!” Everyone on the field dropped to their knees in agony, squeezing their eyes shut and putting both hands on their left and right temple. They were in incredible pain. Everyone but me and a few others. The people who were “awake” about the schemes of the elites and who did not get jabbed heard the message but did not feel that much pain. The message conveyed was that we were not following the path laid out for us. “The answers will come in time! Patience!” We weren’t supposed to stick our noses into our new world this way. We all came by, and as kids slated by the unsuspected disapproving hard hand of a parent, they all dispersed.

Now I knew something was really fucked up. We weren’t freed from an oppressor; we were taken away from our old oppressor and now under the rule of an even stronger one. There was no way we could hope to defeat these beings. They moved the Earth to another star system, and could stun us with a thought. The only hope we had was that their “path” for us was one that had our best interests in mind. Many people tried to down play what had happened, and referenced the bible. This was in a way our garden of Eden now, and we attempted to eat from a forbidden tree. I disagreed. We should have the freedom to explore our world. There were no terms we agreed on. We were forced to be in their community and forced to adhere to their rules. And those rules weren’t even transparent! We found out by doing what we humans naturally do; exploration.

We sat in the park. My wife was watching Doctor Who on her phone. I sat down with her and watched a bit of the show. It was an episode where aliens were using humans as a resource. They were being used as transistor chips for a computer mainframe. When I saw it I realised something similar had to be true for us here. We were a resource for those aliens too. Why else go through the trouble of transporting an entire planet of people to another star system? What was there to be gained for them? Cause it was absolutely clear to me it wasn’t about freeing us. But what did we have to offer but ourselves to beings that were so advanced? We were the only unique thing of this world. Surely if they can move planets, they could do a lot more. I told D my conclusion. We are a resource to these “saviours” too. She didn’t disagree, but I could see in her eyes she wished she could, but could not think of any counter argument other than it was very horrifying. But she could not deny the reality of what she already knew and how my conclusion fitted those observations perfectly.

Night fell the second time. We were now all sitting at T’s place again. All of us were sad. There was a certain tension in the room. But I wanted to go to the forest and see the stars. I wanted to explore! So I suggested it again. Many responded very reluctantly this time. “What if it isn’t allowed?” My response was something along the lines of: “So? What if it is? How would we know? And if it’s not allowed, why wouldn’t we do it? Isn’t this still our planet? Are we going to change who we are because some all powerful entity tells us to do it? I don’t want to sit here and wait to be told what to like and how to behave. If it’s forbidden to go to the forest at night, let’s see if we can find out why!”

My speech sparked some enthusiasm and valour into their hearts. We were going. Outside were two cars in front of the house. All T’s friends got in the bigger car, S and I got in the second car. T had said he didn’t want to go but he appeared outside apparently having changed his mind. But S drove the car away from him and made him walk all the way to the street. I didn’t understand why. T looked angry and yelled something. S looked ahead with a dead serious look on her face. On the other side of the street she stopped the car and waited. T had to walk a considerable distance to get to it, and when he did he opened the door and asked S what that was about. She replied something along the lines of: “You told me the other day I shouldn’t park on the side walk because it blocks pedestrians.” Apparently T had pulled a “T” on her, in another of his typical rants criticising her, and she saw her chance to throw that back at him. I could see their marriage was feeble and was beginning to crack. (I had suspected something like this could happen in real life outside of this dream.)

But somewhere here this dream ended here and transitioned into another dream where me, my wife, my brother, and I believe my in laws, and perhaps even my mother, took residence inside the house of the neighbours of my mother (R and J’s house). It was dark outside. The house was abandoned. Outside lurked dangers of unknown origins. It could’ve been dinosaurs or drones or both. I don’t recall. This dream was really vague. I mostly remember a sense of fear and dread. We had to keep quiet and not walk past the windows casually. I also recall taking charge. Nobody questioned my instructions. They all seemed to agree this was the best way to proceed. I also recall looking outside of a window on the first floor and watching things or creatures flying in the distance over the horizon, searching for people like us, and some black figure lurking through the street. This was a terrible world, but I planned to make life liveable here.

Date: 19-03-2022

The dream started at my birth place; the old house of my parents in Amersfoort. I lived there together with D. It was our house now. We were outside the house on the driveway. We had just come back from grocery shopping when I noticed an object with 6 red dots in the sky, low on the horizon. It moved across the sky and I saw it only briefly while it moved and my view was blocked by trees and roofs. It looked like a flying saucer and the red dots resided on the underside of it.

I panicked a bit and told D what I had seen. We walked around the house and now we both saw it. Its engine appeared to make a loud noise, like that of a heavy diesel vehicle. From a slight distance it suddenly moved towards us. We hasted back to the front door, and tried to get in. But my collection of keys was so huge I couldn’t find the right key. I sifted through them one by one a few times but I couldn’t find it. Meanwhile the saucer had come around the house and flew into view behind us. D gave me her keys and finally I found the right one. We moved inside.

Inside were M and my mother. We told them about the menacing flying object outside. They looked at us scared with a certain disbelieve. We decided to go upstairs and look through the windows. The attic had now changed and had a door to a roof garden. We stood on the roof, leaning on the fence, looking around. We saw many things flying in the far distance, everywhere we looked. Were those more saucers? We couldn’t tell because they were just too far in the distance, but there were many. It looked like an invasion.

Then we saw another flying thing. This one emitted very bright blueish light. It moved closer. It looked like a blue metal torso with a head and two long mechanical arms. The bottom of the torso was narrow and emitted a blue flame. It seemed to notice me and moved towards me. I was not afraid, neither were D and M who were there on the roof with me. The flying thing extended its arms towards me and I extended mine as if signalling it to lift me up. It did, took me in its mechanical arms and slowly flew away up high. I shouted to D and M that I would be back. “This was supposed to happen.” I told them.

This thing took me high up in the clouds, and then looked at me with its mechanical face. It looked innocent in a way. I asked it if it could understand me: “Can we communicate?” It then pressed its forehead against mine as if transferring information this way to me. But nothing happened. “It’s not working.” I told it. It looked up, tried it again, and looked up to me again. “Still nothing.” I told it. Then it spoke. A friendly robotic voice said: “Hmm, that is strange. This is supposed to work.” “Maybe my brain works a little different?” I asked. It didn’t reply and flew me to a place on top of the clouds.

This was a weird place. It looked peaceful but something was off. I was left at a large table where a lot of other people were. They were mostly young people, roughly in their 20’s, and an older man and women. The young people were people “like me” who were picked up by the flying bot, the woman was the hostess, and the man was someone higher up in some kind of chain of command. He wore a black suit and gave me the creeps. The other “chosen” people seemed bored. They just sat around the table.

On the table there was much food. All kinds of sweets like cakes, pie, doughnuts, etc. The kind that is bad for you. We were encouraged to eat. We could eat as much as we liked and could request any food we desired. I wanted to talk to the other people but none seemed interested in sharing thoughts. What I got back from them and the hostess, gave me the pieces of a puzzle that showed me I should stop asking questions. Everyone of those kids had received some kind of transmission through the robot, and that was something that was supposed to happen. Maybe this had made them so docile? 

Nobody knew that transmission didn’t work on me, and I had the feeling this was something I needed to keep to myself or there would be trouble. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be there at all. The hostess stood up and announced we would be having a guest speaker. She named him Biden. He was going to speak to us about our mission. More people in black suits arrived and I saw the president of the US, Joe Biden. But the one to eventually speak to us was his son, Hunter Biden. They were getting ready to have him speak to us.

It was a big thing that was rehearsed many times by the looks of it. People were nervous. When they were ready he started speaking but it was total shit. I don’t remember a word of what he said but I know he stuttered a lot and everything he said was complete and utter nonsense. I didn’t even stay to listen to it whole, but used this opportunity to sneak out. The other chosen ones seemed mesmerised by the speaker. They consumed his message like it was sweet verbal pie. I thought to myself it must’ve also been something in the food. It was so weird how we were encouraged to eat all that bad food.

I was a bit scared as I did eat some of it. I even ate something with chocolate, even though I’m very allergic to it. But I seemed alright. So I sneaked out and went to explore this world. I thought it was an endless forest, but it wasn’t. I wasn’t even up in the sky but instead this was Amersfoort still. The hostess had noticed me sneaking out and she had followed me. She was kind, and asked me some questions. I recall vaguely that I told her some of my wisdoms and the things I said blew her away. She let me go, understanding that I was not supposed to be there but did have my own mission.

I moved on. It was now dark. I walked towards my old street. There I saw a light post with all kinds of tech mounted on it, about three meters up into the pole. I saw a sensor, and one of those public transport check-in pods you’d normally find inside the buses and trams where you present your public transport card to so that it checks you in or out. It beeped as I approached it. I climbed the light post to see it from up close. I now also saw a camera and also saw it had checked me in from a distance. All that tech must create an infrastructure where people are charged for moving any kind of distance from their house. The camera was there to record it visually so that the police could be notified of any abuse of the system.

I had checked in from coming out of nowhere. The system did not have a prior login so my direction was unknown. Since I also climbed the surveillance pole I was sure the police would arrive to arrest me. That thought didn’t bother me that much. What did was that I saw people inside their houses, sitting at dinner tables, having a family moment, completely unaware of the surveillance infrastructure that was built right under their noses. These people had become prisoners of the system.

Date: 13-03-2022 

Introduction:

I remember very little about this dream, other than some incredible flashes of some kind of boss battle between me and an insidious creature. I do not know how I got to him, or any basic detail of what transpired before the moment of our meeting. The battle itself lasted much longer than the flashes I put together to picture it, but it was nonetheless not a long fight.

Shadow Wizard:

I recall the creature as an enormous shadow figure, about 5 or 6 meters tall. Its physical attributes were that of a human; head, 2 arms on a torso and 2 legs. Its arms and legs were a bit out of proportion in their lengths. He looked a little bit like a 3D animated shadow of a straw man. What I knew before hand was that this creatures was an evil wizard, capable of magic, and with malevolent intentions.

The battle took place in a huge dark enclosed space. The shape of it was round, and very high. The space inside was very large, and the distance from ground to ceiling was much greater than from wall to wall. It reminded me a bit of that large vacuum chamber NASA uses to conduct experiments. In fact, I recall that the ceiling was small, so the outside shape of this space must’ve looked like a giant bullet.

Besides me and the creature, there was another entity there. It remained mostly invisible, and he acted like a coach to me in about the same way a coach would cheer on their pupil in a boxing match. But there was no aggression in this coach, only wisdom. He would say things that sparked courage in me to keep fighting and filled me with hope that I could win this fight. Without him, I think I would’ve lost the fight before it began.

I was able to use two kinds of attacks; lightning and a sort of fiery plasma with fire-like properties. I could shoot those from my hands at first. These attacks were very powerful, but the evil wizard countered them with ease. It turns out that one of my kind of attacks could be blocked by the other, so lightning blocks plasma and plasma blocks lightning. And the shadow figure used this against me.

Every time I shot either of those attack, the shadow raised a shield around itself with properties of the other attack. Would I fire lightning the creature raised a plasma wall between me and him. And would I fire plasma, he erected a wall of lightning. My attacks were effectively like shooting blanks. And every time I fired, he blocked it with the shield, but reached over its shield with his long limbs and attempted to knock me to the ground, which he sometimes did. Though sometimes this allowed me to hit him with a smaller attack.

Encouraged by the invisible entity, I discovered that I could not only just shoot lightning and plasma, I could embody them. Either one. My whole body would become made entirely out of either, just by will. When I did, I could even match the evil shadow in size. The tide of the battle turned, but only briefly. The evil shadow quickly found a way to counter this next threat. When I turned into lightning, he erected a shield of plasma in front and behind me, and trapped me in it, forcing me to shift to a plasma state. In that moment I was vulnerable and I was slammed to the ground.

It went on for a while, and my invisible coach was still instilling me with hope I could beat the shadow. And at one point I fell to the ground and ended up near one of the shadow’s legs. He had gotten careless in his hubris because he seemed to be dominating this fight. I wasted no time and out of nothing in my human form I latched onto his leg with both my arms and I bit him as hard as I could in his calf muscle. The creature did not expect this primitive and mundane attack at all and was taken by total surprise. It yelled and screamed in pain and kicked me across the hall against the wall.

I had dealt some minor damage, and he had a slight limb from then on. It wasn’t a win if it came to the damage dealt but it was the turning moment in the battle. I had humiliated it, and even though I got kicked to the floor, I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. Of all the incredible things I could do it was this silly attack that made him scream in agony. So the tide of the battle turned again, but this time it would stay in my favour. I figured out I could change into the lightning version of myself, but still shoot plasma from my hands.

And so I did. But the shadow wasn’t easily defeated. Trying to trap me between plasma shields would now no longer work, but It kept raising the right kind of shield to block my attacks. When I alternated between my attacks he could match me in the speed of the switch to the right kind of shield. When I changed my body from that of lightning into plasma, so did the shadow change the defence for any punches I would throw at him. But I had him on the defensive. I dominated this part of the fight. All he could do was block.

My coach was now very quiet. But I didn’t think I needed him at this point as I had come up with another strategy. While in lightning form I would spawn a body of plasma from my hands. The wizard would not know which one of the bodies was me and which was just a mirage. It worked! The shadow thought I was the plasma version, and engaged the fake foe. I sneaked around him and totally surprised him when I crabbed him from behind. My lightning arms did more than just immobilise him; they hurt him from all the current he received on his shadowy skin.

He screamed in agony. “AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” But as I held him, I couldn’t do anything but keep him in place. But all of a sudden, my coach, my mentor, the invisible entity that had supported me, yelled excitingly at me. Where his voice had been calm and soothing this whole time, now he gave it all he got: “KEEP HIM STEADY! KEEP HIM STEADY!! I’M GOING TO HELP!” As I stood there, as a creature of lightning, 5 meters tall, lifting a big black screaming shadow figure off the ground, I stood opposite of the mirage plasma figure I had created, which just stood there inanimately.

And then I experienced the most incredible thing of this whole dream. The invisible entity entered the plasma husk, and took control of it as if it were its own body. This telepathically connected me with my mentor. In that moment, I was everywhere. I could see the battle from every perspective, from any angle, and even from the perception of every individual in that fight. The friendly entity now embodying the plasma husk readied itself in an attack posture. He threw his fist back, ready to punch, but its fist turned into a long pointy plasma spike. Because I was and knew all, I knew what to do.

Seamlessly we worked together in one single motion. He threw the spiky punch while I raised the shadow figure off the ground so it would receive the blow right on the higher end of its torso. With a loud blast the plasma spike pierced through the shadow figure and an enormous explosion erupted from the wound. It woke me up. But I knew we had won.

Date: 26-02-2022

In this dream we were invaded by a slightly more advanced alien civilisation. They used weird drone-like craft, as large as cars, very noisy, and they shot red laser pulses just like the weapons in Star Wars. I knew where they were going to be and how things would unfold in every detail, up to a point that I knew the exact order in which their foot-soldiers would search the toilet units. But even though I knew and used that to my advantage, it turned out that doing that, changed the outcome into something that differed ever more from my mental imprint. It ended in my death regardless of how I proceeded, and when I died I came back to a situation a few hours earlier, much in a ground hog day kind of way. I couldn’t safe myself, and died multiple times. Because I had now changed the future so much that I could no longer accurately predict it, I accepted my fate. I decided to instead try and safe others from their deaths, which I had seen happening in earlier versions when I was trying to safe myself. I was successful there, saved many, and it lasted and lasted until I realised that I now had been alive longer than in any of my attempts to safe myself. It ended with me going into a bunker which differed much from how I remembered it. In my mental imprint the bunker was full of people and supplies. In reality not many people survived and there were no supplies.

This dream borrowed many elements from the movie Extinction, which I saw yesterday evening. Before this dream came another dream, which I know virtually nothing about safe a few impressions and images.

Mosasaurus

Date: 26-02-2022

I don’t remember much about this dream, other than it involved a semi large ship, a stormy sea, and a mosasaurus. I also remember the sky was clear of clouds and that the stars were moving across the sky much too fast. In the dream I pondered how the aliens had been able to speed up Earth’s rotation. That was literally the thought I had. I have no idea what it meant.

Date: 12-02-2022

The dream began on a dark street. I was there with people I seemed to know in the dream. We were walking and talking, but we were not moving towards something. It was a bit random and spontaneous. Maybe it was a gathering on the street that turned into some sort of party.

I can’t explain why but I suddenly felt the need to walk on all fours, which I did. On that level, children were playing which I hadn’t noticed before. The more I walked around, the more my stride began to resemble that of a lizard. People saw me but they did not seem to think anything of it. They respected me still. I could see a group of ladies looking at me, pointing me out and talking. I think they thought I was playing with the children. I did walk towards the children, but that was not what this was about for me.

The more my stride began to appear like that of a lizard, so did my appearance, until I physically had changed into a lizard. This part of the dream is a blur for me. I only recall vague impressions. I recall crawling in darkness through a forest, and I vaguely recall being chased. Though it was a bit scary at times I do vividly remember I was also confident. I knew my way around the forest and I was able to outmanoeuvre my chasers, who were using bright search lights. In the end they turned out to be nice people who became aware I was not a lizard but a person.

I remember this part very well. Night turned to day, and I recall walking as a lizard towards the edge of the forest where I could see the sun come up. But the edge of the forest was also where an enormous valley was. There was a mild slope that went on forever into a misty valley. It was so huge that I could not see the bottom, nor the other side (if it existed). It seemed to go on forever until the faint mist obscured it completely. The slope, though not steep, was difficult to walk down from because it was covered with sandy dunes. So when walking down, I’d have to walk up and down these dunes, which slowed my pace.

I began to make my way down the slope, and while I did I was transforming back into a human again. Ever so slightly my stature raised and I could oversee more and more of the slope. I discovered it was full of animals, mostly large birds and lions. It was some kind of breeding spot for many different birds. On my left was a large patch of grass where many eagles were breeding. Instinctively I knew I had nothing to fear from them, and neither did they seem disturbed by my appearance. I passed them and climbed up one of the dunes to overlook the downwards slope.

From this vantage point I could see the slope became steeper the further down I went. I overlooked a large piece of the slope on my front right. As I raised myself above the horizon, many birds took off in panic, making panicky noises. I saw a group of lions, of which the youngest and smallest member saw me. All the lions looked sick. They had stains around their mouths, like the skin there was infected. They also had bald patches of skin on their faces and bodies. They looked diseased. The young lion walked towards me slowly but aggressively. It raised its lips, showing its teeth to me.

I looked back to estimate if I could flee fast enough. The rough terrain behind me would make a successful escape very unlikely, so I fronted my stature and decided to try and make a stand. First I made myself appear as broad as possible, opening my jacket and spreading my arms. The lion growled. In response so did I and I tried to overreach him in volume. It backed off, but my growling also drew the attention of two more lions. One was a lioness which I suspect was its mother. The other was an old male lion. Very old and grey but still not a beast I would want to fight.

The smaller lion now felt more confident and approach me again. I had no weapons, so I turned to resourcefulness. I grabbed a hand of loose sand from the dune, and waited for the right moment. When the lion was close enough I threw a well aimed puff of dusty sand right in its face. Not only did it blind him, it also deterred the other two animals. But it only lasted a short moment, and they tried their approach again, now all three closing in on me. I wasn’t going to give up so quickly and I picked up a full hand of sand with each of my hands and began a sort of bombardment of sand.

The situation now turned into slow motion, where I could predict where they were heading and threw the sand into a direction that would lead to them meeting up and colliding face first into majestic projectile-like dust clouds. They were helpless and I saw the sand caused their eyes to become irritated from all the sand that was on their eyeballs. They seemed to be giving up, slowly, but then another creature entered the scene.

From down below the valley, a large bird appeared, flying upwards. It was larger than any of the animals thus far encountered. It flew to a height higher than me and hovered above the valley flapping its wings. Slowly it approached me, keeping its height well above my own. The closer it came the better I could see what kind of creature this was. It looked like an eagle at first, but my intuition told me this creature was not friendly. It was in cahoots with the lions. The closer it came the more details I saw. This was no eagle.

The creature I saw I can best describe as a mix between an eagle and one of the diseased lions. It had big brown feathers, but seemed to suffer the same illness as the lions, where patches of its skin were bald missing the coverage of its peck. It had claws like that of the front paws of the lions on its legs, but also on its wings. And most disturbing of all it had a lion’s face, though fur was replaced with feathers, appearing in likeness to the diseased lions with infected bald spots around its mouth. It had intense eyes. Its eyes were round as marbles and yellow in colour. Somehow it looked perpetually scared, but it seemed very sure of itself approaching me.

In matrix style bullet time I somersaulted over the dunes, grabbing a hand of sand as I did, placing myself in the right position to throw, and threw the sand. As the sand approached it, I leaped away to throw again from another position. Still in slow motion, the sand I had first thrown had now reached its face and a puffy cloud of dust indicated I had scored another bullseye hit. But the creature was unaffected by it. I stood still, confused, looking at it, while it looked back with its intense eyes, keeping its gaze on me the whole time. I could now see that it was so badly diseased that its infected skin and eyes were already irritated to a maximum. The sand could not add any extra discomfort to that.

Now it spoke to me and it uttered words I cannot recall in a language I do not speak in this life, but I knew what it meant in the dream. It said that the medicine had set him free. It would not attack me if I would also take the medication. And if I did, it would also set me free.

As often, the dream stops here. I did not wake up, the dream simply went on into another dream, which I do not remember. I do know that when that creature suggested to me I take something so it wouldn’t attack me I was determined beyond any doubt never to take it.

Date: 23-01-2022

Last night I dreamt I was going to a protest march in Amsterdam. I was visiting my sister before going, as in the dream she lived in Amsterdam in a typical narrow porch house. While I was there I was talking to her about my website, and explaining its concepts. I explained about the cycles of consciousness, but while I was explaining what was already written and published I got new insights. I wove these new insights into my lesson. My sister gave me her full attention. She was intrigued.

On a piece of paper I drew a graph, and explained my new insight of the relation between reveal and stagnation. I drew a diagram that showed two lines. One went from the upper left downwards to the right, and represented variation. The less variation, the more the world stagnated. The other line would start in the bottom left and would go upward to the right. This line represented reveal. The lesson was that the more the world stagnated, the less means obscurity had to hide the truth and thus the more reveal there would be. The two lines crossed somewhere beyond the centre to the right. (EDIT: I’ve drawn this out and placed it in chapter 20).

I explained to my sister this was one movement of a repeating cycle. Under the graph I drew a succession of X’s to illustrate how the battle between obscurity and reveal, and the battle between stagnation and variation would culminate after reaching the crossing (the omega point) after which they would then switch places.
XXXXXXXXXX I wrote under the graph. These were the universal cycles. The meaning of this was that the more the elites tried to stagnate the world, the less they would be able to keep their secrets hidden.

I explained the concept of variation in light of these drawings, and asked her to take my pencil. From there I wanted to explain there was a universe where she had taken the pencil with her other hand, but also one I handed it to her with my other hand, and also one where I used my other hand and she too, but that apart from these 4 differences, there was a host of even smaller differences of every minute detail possible that each sprung its own new version of the universe. Every thinkable outcome would result in another branch of the universe splitting off. But during my lively explanation my brother (who was also there) kept taking the pencil out of my hand prematurely. He was thwarting me up to a point I just gave that part of my lesson up. I hoped my sister understood it now.

After I had explained this to her, and she was visibly processing my explanation of the workings behind the world, she said she felt intuitively that what I had said was correct. But suddenly I realised I was in Amsterdam to take part in a protest march, and I had to go. I had an old bike with me, and cycled (lol) to the location of the march. It was a borrowed bike. I think it was my brother’s bike; the black one. I arrived at the march, and the people yelled out loud: “We are angry! We are angry!”

The crowd walked through residential neighbourhoods of Amsterdam I had not seen before. They even went through alleyways where the backyards of houses met. It was all very narrow and illogical to take a protest march through there. The people that lived in those houses were looking from the windows upstairs, or stood in their backyards. Most of them were supportive of our cause, and we got a lot of positive reactions. But in some backyards there were parties of quite decadent elitist people. The semi rich. Parties were forbidden due to the lockdown, as were protest marches for that matter. But in the chaos of all the protests these people knew the police was far too busy to bother them. They knew they would get away with it.

I tried to get to the front of the march. That proved to be difficult when the stream of people walked through the narrow alleyways. When an alley got a little wider or when we crossed the street to the next alley, I took my window of opportunity to advance a little. It was a big protest march, and the vibe was really good. But somehow, even though I walked with the crowd and yelled along, I felt like an outsider. What put emphasis on that was that I sometimes yelled other things. My lines were quite catchy though, and spot on. The things I said were definitely against the mainstream narrative, but I think a little too awake for even these people. Though some did understand them and shook my hand or gave me a brotherly pad on the shoulder, but most people looked at me like they were seeing a crazy person.

I arrived at the front of the march but I heard and saw more people in the distance. The march was fragmenting, and was no longer one whole mass of people. I ushered the people behind me to pick up the pace, but they didn’t hear me. They were having too much fun together. I pointed out the other march in the distance, but it was pointless. Those that did hear me didn’t see the use in trying to merge back into one march. I got back up on the bike and raced to the other march. This march was even bigger than the one I just left. Much bigger. The vibe was slightly different too; a little harsher slurs and people were expressing them a bit angrily. I couldn’t get to the front at all, and asking them to slow down seemed pointless. They wouldn’t listen. But the vibe in this group was still acceptable.

Then I ran into a man who was also with a bike. He looked familiar to me in this dream world, and I recognised him as one of the regular bus drivers in my current home town. He had recognised me too, as a recurring passenger. He spoke to me, and said some things that indicated he was quite aware of how the main narrative was false. He was awake. I don’t recall what he said exactly except for this. He said: “We must do this ourselves. The change. We the people.” I immediately understood what he was hinting at. An organised fall of the cartel would be organised by the cartel. A real fall would not be demanded by the people, but would be forced and done by the people. We had a short conversation about our philosophies. Twilight had set in. The sun was now behind the horizon. We walked through the protesting crowds.

At one point I realised I did not even know his name. I reached out my right hand and said to him: “By the way, my name is Willem.” He shook my hand and replied: “Mariel.” For a split second there I wasn’t sure if I heard it right. It sounded like he said a girls’ name. So I asked: “Did I hear it right? Your name is Mariel?” He looked a bit dejected towards the ground and confirmed. He had a girls’ name. I comforted him: “I know more guys with a girls’ name. A colleague of mine is called Flower, but it’s a guy.” Mariel laughed. I imagine he must’ve endured some bullying as a child, having this name as a boy. I extended another joke, saying: “Luckily you were out of school when Disney released The Little Mermaid.” He laughed harder now: “Yep, I’m so lucky!” he joked. We both laughed.

He changed the subject and asked me if I had thought of a way to get home because it was getting late. Of course he knew where I lived, being a bus driver and me a regular passenger, and that also meant he knew the bus schedule. And after a certain time late in the evening the bus lines no longer commute. It shook me. I realised I had totally forgotten about that due to all the fun and happenings of the protest. I had not thought about my journey back to my home at all. “Oh no! I totally forgot, haha! I think I better hurry back right now.” He was in the same boat, though he lived somewhere else but still near me. He took off on his bike, while I tried to figure out where I was at now.

I recognised this place immediately. This was Amersfoort. I was on my old street where I grew up. It was the crossing near the shopping centre. The situation was as it was about 20 years ago. The church still stood there, for example. It was fully dark now. I jumped onto the bike, and began to cycle in the direction of my parent’s house. The street lights were all off for some reason, and neither had I turned on the lights on this bike. I was too lazy to do that, and that meant I was biking in almost complete darkness.

Halfway to my parents’ house I came across a police car that blocked the road, with their flashing lights on. I wasn’t on the biking lane, so I quickly took a right turn and got on to the biking lane. Slowly I approached the scene. There were many cops, but I couldn’t see how many. There were a lot of them on the street. At least 10. They hadn’t noticed me yet, and were busy doing something. As I drew closer and closer in silence I could see they were moving the garbage containers. They weren’t the one to collect it in this dream, but it seemed that they were somehow involved in the process of it all. In the dream, this made no sense too.

I knew something was off. The police shouldn’t be doing this kind of work, and even so they wouldn’t be doing it at this hour. And even if that was incorrect, why would they do it in total darkness without properly lighting the street? Wouldn’t this way of doing it make things even more difficult than they already are? But I got the idea this was all a cover to actually obscure what they were really doing from a wider audience. I had now come really close along side the police car, and I was trying to switch my bike light on.

But I couldn’t get the damn thing to switch on, so I was hanging over the handlebars, to get a better feel where the button was. Suddenly I saw I had approached 3 garbage containers that were parked right in the middle of the biking lane, but due to the darkness of the scene they popped into view at the last second. I was barely able to dodge them as I had a fraction of a second to react, and actually brushed the third one. And as if this was a comedic movie; one of the buttons on my jacket snatched the rim of the container and my motion on the bike pulled that thing with me a few inches. It made a loud sound.

I wanted to jump back on the bike and speed out of there, but then saw a very sweet, charming, and also very pretty police lady that stood near the containers I just barely missed. We stood close, maybe 3 feet apart from each other. The other police officers had not noticed me yet, due to the darkness and perhaps also thinking their colleague had created that noise. Our eyes were locked. Both of us startled by the sudden appearance of the other. The other officers hadn’t even looked up at the sound from my action, and were still placing containers everywhere, quite loudly I might add considering this seemed to be a covert op.

We kept looking each other in the eyes. Both of us knew the other had no good reason to be here. I knew what they were doing was bs, and she knew I had no business driving at night without any lights on my bike during a lockdown. She had to arrest me, but that would make things complicated for her too. After staring at each other for what seemed like 30 seconds, I slowly got back on the bike. She didn’t stop me. I looked one more time, and disappeared into the night.