Spirituality

Sometimes you dream something out of the ordinary. The dream sticks and lives on in clear memory, perhaps for the rest of one's life. Many lucid dreams seem to be about the future. Many years may pass before the dream is manifested in the physical dimension.
 

The earthquake

I dream that I am standing on the beach and looking out over the sea. Suddenly there is a huge earthquake and the ground begins to sway violently. I see how the water kind of "boils" in chaotic waves. At the same time, two huge volcanoes rise out of the sea. The perspective changes and now I see a train derailing and crashing straight into something. People are running around freaking out. Another new perspective, an adaptation seems to have taken place. A number of street vendors have appeared and bartering is what matters. The dream ends.
 

The giant wave

In this dream, I take the Archipelago boat out to our summer resort on an Island near Stockholm, my sister receives me. On the way up to the cabin, a minor earthquake occurs and we are thrown over. "5.5 on the Richter scale," I tell my sister with no doubt. The perspective changes and now I'm up on the mountain where our cabin is. Suddenly, a giant wave rolls in from the sea, it is quite unimaginable, I estimate its height to be about 100 meters. At the strip of islets outside the main island, the wave begins to break. Now there is a jump in time, the wave has passed but the water level has risen about 20 meters and is now at the same height as the cabin up on the mountain. Some boats float around a bit melancholic. The dream ends.

A similar dream sequence with "before and after" but without a wave is also about the water surface rising. We jump around on various pieces of wreckage and try to achieve some kind of order. An interesting detail here is that the climate has suddenly become tropical and the water is warm.

Another "before/after sequence" deals with the fact that the living conditions have changed radically. The old life is gone and food is scarce. But we survive on a vegetarian diet; root vegetables, onions and potatoes, prepared without any frills. It works!
 

The fireball

In the dream, I am visiting my parents' home. The others are on their way to a party but I don't feel like it. Instead, I look continuously at the horizon with binoculars. A distant object approaches; is it an asteroid? Now there is a jump in time, I am outdoors. All of a sudden there's just this huge giant orb moving, parallel to the horizon but way up in the sky. It looks like a round mountain of fire or liquid lava.

At the same time, several huge lumps of mereorite sizzle by. I see it burning violently in the distance in the direction of the city. UFO ships appear as if out of nowhere. The strange thing in this context is my assurance that it is not about aliens. These are people who for some reason ride around in UFOs. The dream ends.
 

The planetary system

I dream that I am sitting outside in a chair with a child in my arms. We are on earth, probably I have come of age. We look out towards the sea and the horizon, the blue color is incredibly deep and beautiful. In the sky is seen a fully developed planetary system with large clear yellowish planets, it is not our own system but a new one. All the time as we sit there, brilliant UFOs whiz about in the sky and we get very excited. I explain to the child everything we see. Someone calls out to me and I struggle to my feet, there is some daily chore that needs to be attended to. The dream ends.

In a subsequent dream, I find myself in a city-like environment, looking up at the sky. I now see another planetary system but this time the planets are silver. The situation is strange, in the dream I address a person and say: "This is exactly what I dreamed about not so long ago." Now in retrospect, I see my first dream somewhat differently. The yellowish planets are probably our own solar system with its yellow sun. The silver-colored planets instead represent the new that is to come. We live in a double star system, a new sun will be lit and its light will shine white as silver.
 

The space colonists

I am in a dream-like state. Extraterrestrial people "pick up" me in their craft. I am not there in physical form, but most likely in a subtle body of some kind. The aliens look like "Nordic type" people, fair skin and hair. I get treatment/healing of some kind, they place some strange square objects on top of my hands. Jumpy as I am by Whitley Strieber's depictions of "abductions", I make a fuss, 'run riot' and cry out for anesthesia. But "my" aliens laugh a lot at me (and with me) so I realize at once that I can be perfectly safe and secure.

On another occasion, I am told that, before an examination, I must "undress naked". I reply that there is no problem but the whole thing turns out to be a slightly different situation. Namely, it is the "skin suit" itself that must come off and not the clothes. A moment later I'm lying on my side but I'm only in my skeleton. In a machine next to me, my skin suit hangs connected to many pumping hoses and wires. A "nurse" takes careful measurements of my skeleton. I am told the following: "We do have your measurements, but the details are important." The vision ends.

That I call them space colonists has to do with their way of life. At some point I have found out that they do not reside on any particular planet. Their (huge) spaceship serves as the mother planet and they work to serve others and the Universe. They haven't shown me much of their ship (that I remember) but I do remember one detail. They showed a wall which, if necessary, could be materialized or dematerializes, very spectacularly.
 

An omen

In the dream it is evening and I am outside. A large dust cloud with planets and some bright objects is visible in the sky. Then someone turns on the outdoor lighting so that you can no longer see clearly. A news broadcast goes out with a revolutionary message. It is not clear what it is but apparently the news is very hard to bear because people become completely despondent and ignore everything. Criticism is presented, perhaps one should have refrained from sharing the heavy insight with the people. A couple of people stand by a set up map and read something written on drawn orbits. There are about three paths drawn in red, one is solid and the others are dotted.

There is a jump in the plot and now I am in a house. A person I know comes up to me and says: "I'm sick, I've got anthrax." The person shows off one of his thighs that has red streaks. Worriedly, I look at myself and discover that even my legs have angry redness. It is only when the dream has ended and I have woken up that I react to the name of the illness.
 

Flaming sky

I dream of a flaming object that fills the sky in a certain direction. The flames that shoot out are mostly red but sometimes change to other colors. The yellow light of the sun is mixed with a tone of red. The official explanation is that it is one of our known planets that is behind the spectacular phenomenon. We are generally expected not to take notice of what is happening. But something makes me interpret the object differently. I turn to an acquaintance, persistently point to the flaming red, and insist firmly: "It is Nibiru we see." My statement is met with skepticism and friendly indulgence.
 

The 'nuclear war'

A dream of the suites after a nuclear war (or the likes). We are staying in a large basement room and are afraid of the scenes that await us when we go out. Will people be scarred and burned beyond recognition? We cover ourselves with protective clothing as much as possible. I get criticized for taking a brand new jacket, it will be ruined. I try to urge people to go out two by two and bring in the injured.

It doesn't play out like that, everyone goes out anyway, maybe there's a shortage of food. Here there is a small jump in the dream, we are outdoors. Despite the difficult situation, we arrange an impromptu football match to lighten the mood if possible. We play and after all have quite a bit of fun but are interrupted by the coming of rain. Most people take the danger lightly, but I run as if in a panic to get under cover, not get wet. Is it radioactive dust in the atmosphere that falls down with the rain?
 

When the earth overturned

This dream takes place in my childhood home, but the place is not really important. In the middle of the night I wake up (in the dream) that something is wrong. Looking out the window, I see the moon moving up and down below the horizon in a swaying path; I see the movement at an accelerated pace (as in a summary). I then understand that something has happened that affects the direction of the earth's axis, everything moves and my balance also seems to be affected. Quickly but fumbling, I run to an acquaintance in the next room and tell her to be careful because the earth is out of balance.

Later, when we are out in the garden, we try to image the sun by making a hole in a cardboard box and projecting the image onto a sheet of paper. But the earth still wobbles and we are now trying to measure the angle by which the earth has moved. It turns out to be almost impossible, but the feeling is that the angle is less than 45 degrees. At this stage of the dream I also think I see the cosmic influence that caused the earth to begin to wobble; it looks like a collection of planets approaching in dense formation in the sky. This is where the dream ends.
 

Earthly aliens

A short dream from a medieval setting where poorly armed remnants of the people try to cope with the hardships of life but still gather together before an approaching attack from the enemy. Then the alarm call is heard; "the aliens are here", but they are not aliens at all, they are crusaders and their robes are white and red. Now they appear on the horizon, they line up and their number is uncountable.

Some units of the people get nervous and open fire on the crusaders, it becomes the signal for the foreign army to go on a violent attack, you see their long lances in front of the horses. The people's defenses are broken like straw, they don't have a chance to resist. But the dream is interrupted and the outcome of the battle cannot be discerned.
 

The final battle

A Tolkien-inspired and comforting dream in a time of compact darkness: The final battle between the powers of darkness and the hordes of the righteous has begun, for some reason it all takes place in a sea environment. The righteous have gathered to fight a final battle but it is a ragged army in frail craft. The elite and the false clergy march on the sea, dressed in white and red. Their victory is certain, nothing can stand against them.

But now the perspective changes; huge eagles (flying craft) sweep down from the sky. They crack down on the elite and false clergy and not one of them escapes. Now darkness lifts from the world, the righteous have won an unexpected victory, and the true king of mankind flies in triumph over the waters. A message is delivered from the saving angels: Good morning! It is a new and glorious time!


 

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