I was riding with my wife in the back seat of our friend’s sedan. I have no idea who these friends were; just a man and woman. It was dark outside; clear skies and summery; and I starred comfortably as Chicago’s South Side skittered past our windows.
Kaboom…I instinctively threw my head into my lap and shielded my face with open palms. A brilliant, poker-hot light invaded everything inside and out. And then, after a flicker of reality broke through my reaction, I reached over to my wife’s shoulder and pulled her close to me; under me; and as the car slowed to a stop, we sat up.
I turned around and looked out the rear window. I didn’t see anything…not a thing. Then my memory nudged me a bit. I remembered…I…I remember it. I saw it! I grabbed the back of the drivers chair and pulled myself forward to the edge of my seat. “Drive,” I commanded in a panicked voice.
Still holding onto the back of the driver’s seat, I drifted inward; into memory; and I saw the explosion in the sky; something came into our atmosphere $%#$%^@#%&^^%
[I woke up]
[After drifting back to sleep…]
My wife and I were riding in the back seat of a sedan driven by characters from the television sitcom Scrubs: Doctor Perry Cox and his wife Jordan. We were traveling along a country road when I remembered the explosion in the sky that I endured recently (not realizing I was in a dream state, or that the prior incident occurred in a dream state).
It was broad daylight as I ducked low in the car to see high out of the front windshield and the moon was shining; in broad daylight; on a massive scale; too massive…it was too close. I couldn’t accept what I was seeing. My eyes traversed the highly defined lunar surface that seemed to hover a quarter of its normal distance from the Earth. Then I saw dust fall from the moon.
It looked bitten. The lower half of the moon was missing. The bottom of the moon fell out. As my gaze floated downward I saw an enormous slice of the moon falling towards the Earth; or past it…I wasn’t sure. My heart began to race as I realized that time must have seized and as I pulled out of my displacement, everything around me started to pick-up.
I heard the voices of the other passengers…they saw it too. And then in front of us; out of nowhere; a small sheet of moon dust slammed into the Earth in front of us, and over a hill that skewed our vision. Perry slammed on the brakes and as we screeched to a halt and began reversing, the blast raised a mile high over our heads.
We kept reversing as these tidal waves ripple effect came towards us lifting dirt, brick, stone, and road; higher and higher and higher in front of us. “We’re smaller than them” I screamed at Perry as a pick-up was thrown into the air in front of us. I have no idea what that meant, but we continued in reverse ^%$%^#%^$%^^&%&%^$$*%^$&*^$%
[I woke up]
What? Seriously now...? Why can't I dream about cheeseburger planets, pizza UFO's and bacon aliens? Ugh...
Thursday, June 23, 2011
G-d works in mysterious ways...
Early one evening (January 11th, 2010) I was meeting a friend at Union Station (train station) in downtown Chicago, Illinois. His train arrived at 7:24pm and we were speaking to each other over our mobile phones trying to locate one another.
We couldn’t find each other in the vast expanses of the station and we were both standing at an escalator…he at the top of one, and me at the bottom of one.
I traveled up the escalator, but he wasn’t there; wrong escalator, but a 2-3 year old girl was, and she was screaming. She was stuck in the escalator. No one was able to help her, but I jumped over her and her mother and a man trying to get her out and I found a red button, pushed it and stopped the escalator.
I then went for help. I found my friend not long after that at a different escalator and I thought…G-d wanted me at that escalator to stop it, and I did.
I remember that I felt very confused. I couldn't seem to find my friend. I kept going in circles. I think G-d confused me on purpose so I would go up the wrong escalator and find the girl.
The mother was praying for a button. I found it and pushed it. I feel really awsome that G-d allowed me to do this; to allow me to be the one to help a family in distress.
We couldn’t find each other in the vast expanses of the station and we were both standing at an escalator…he at the top of one, and me at the bottom of one.
I traveled up the escalator, but he wasn’t there; wrong escalator, but a 2-3 year old girl was, and she was screaming. She was stuck in the escalator. No one was able to help her, but I jumped over her and her mother and a man trying to get her out and I found a red button, pushed it and stopped the escalator.
I then went for help. I found my friend not long after that at a different escalator and I thought…G-d wanted me at that escalator to stop it, and I did.
I remember that I felt very confused. I couldn't seem to find my friend. I kept going in circles. I think G-d confused me on purpose so I would go up the wrong escalator and find the girl.
The mother was praying for a button. I found it and pushed it. I feel really awsome that G-d allowed me to do this; to allow me to be the one to help a family in distress.
Divination in today's world...
While working in a steel mill I discovered a hardline to God. Please allow me to clarify this as I know how unbelievable this may sound without an explanation.
There is a diesel fueling depot in the mill that has three revolving numerical digits on its pump that register the amount of fuel I've used.
Think of it as my magic eight ball; or as I view it...my hardline communications device with God. I ask a question then spin the dial to recieve an answer.
Here's the legend for how it answers my inquiries:
777 = Yes, a positive reply;
666 = No, a negative reply;
000 = No Answer, will not Answer, or undecided at the time of questioning;
999 = 50% chance of yes and a 50% chance of no;
If the three digits are half way between 777 and 888 it means that something is highly probable.
If the three digits are half way between 777 and 666 it means that though possible, there's a slight chance of failure and/or rejection; but not a 50/50 split percentage as a 777 is more probable.
If the three digits are half way between 666 and 555 it is absolutely negative.
What's fascinating is that regardless of my base number (whether it is 000, 159, or 037) the end result of a spin always generates a 999, 777, 666, or a 000.
The skeptic might argue that I am subconsciously generating the numbers sequenced in the legend above with the amount of torque I use to spin the dial.
I would reply that I've already tested this theory and I end up with the digits in the legend above regardless of the amount of torque I apply.
I would also add that there are many times when I don't have a question that I will recieve a different string of numbers; such as but not limited to 111 or 888.
The skeptic might then resort to calling this practice a fluke or a coincidence and then accuse me of entertaining superstitious beliefs that are lacking in scientific proof.
That would be a good point except that according to theological physics (my theory specifically), God has to
obey the laws (physics) of this existance and therefore must communicate without manipulating this
fundamental programing.
So...I communicate with God and God guides me. Sometimes it isn't what I want to hear but what I need to hear and I always except it.
It is my belief, based on evidence that I have witnessed throughout my life that God does indeed speak to us. It's up to us to listen; accept the answer; and control our personal demons (psychologically speaking) from tampering with the answers and/or advises we recieve.
Note: this divination tool stopped working after I posted this article at http://www.secretasylum.com/ and I'm not stating that I lost the metaphysical ability to divinate. I'm saying that the actual tool I used to divinate ceased to function and is currently awaiting repair
There is a diesel fueling depot in the mill that has three revolving numerical digits on its pump that register the amount of fuel I've used.
Think of it as my magic eight ball; or as I view it...my hardline communications device with God. I ask a question then spin the dial to recieve an answer.
Here's the legend for how it answers my inquiries:
777 = Yes, a positive reply;
666 = No, a negative reply;
000 = No Answer, will not Answer, or undecided at the time of questioning;
999 = 50% chance of yes and a 50% chance of no;
If the three digits are half way between 777 and 888 it means that something is highly probable.
If the three digits are half way between 777 and 666 it means that though possible, there's a slight chance of failure and/or rejection; but not a 50/50 split percentage as a 777 is more probable.
If the three digits are half way between 666 and 555 it is absolutely negative.
What's fascinating is that regardless of my base number (whether it is 000, 159, or 037) the end result of a spin always generates a 999, 777, 666, or a 000.
The skeptic might argue that I am subconsciously generating the numbers sequenced in the legend above with the amount of torque I use to spin the dial.
I would reply that I've already tested this theory and I end up with the digits in the legend above regardless of the amount of torque I apply.
I would also add that there are many times when I don't have a question that I will recieve a different string of numbers; such as but not limited to 111 or 888.
The skeptic might then resort to calling this practice a fluke or a coincidence and then accuse me of entertaining superstitious beliefs that are lacking in scientific proof.
That would be a good point except that according to theological physics (my theory specifically), God has to
obey the laws (physics) of this existance and therefore must communicate without manipulating this
fundamental programing.
So...I communicate with God and God guides me. Sometimes it isn't what I want to hear but what I need to hear and I always except it.
It is my belief, based on evidence that I have witnessed throughout my life that God does indeed speak to us. It's up to us to listen; accept the answer; and control our personal demons (psychologically speaking) from tampering with the answers and/or advises we recieve.
Note: this divination tool stopped working after I posted this article at http://www.secretasylum.com/ and I'm not stating that I lost the metaphysical ability to divinate. I'm saying that the actual tool I used to divinate ceased to function and is currently awaiting repair
Does God Answer Our Prayers?
There's a man sitting on a bus stop bench in New Yorks Central Park.
He sighs as he watches a happy couple pass him by.
Leaning back; he lifts his head toward the sunlight and chews his lower lip.
A well dressed man sits next to him and fidgets with a brief case.
"Something bothering you? I can always tell when someone needs a listen. It's what I do; I'm a priest."
The lone man waves him off with suttle contempt, and the priest stands up and leaves.
His right hand sneaks into his pant pocket and pulls out a golden coin.
Examining it...one dollar, he clutches it as his demeanor sorrows.
One dollar is all he has left to his name; a single shining coin.
He hunches to a fetal sit with his chin in his palms and his elbows to his knees.
Time burns at his eyelids as the man sits and ponders.
He had lost his whole world; his family, his job, and his home.
He raises his head from his palms and shows watery eyes to the sky.
He whispers "God if you exist, and I've never thought you do...help me now in my time of need and I will believe in you?"
~HONK~
Startled; the man perks up and sees the bus parked in front of him;"Getting in?" asks the driver.
The man waves him off with a nodful reject and reads the busses advertisement banner:
[50 cent one-way rides anywhere NYC]
Oblivious to the world around him and trapped in his depressions snare, he stands from the bench and reads the advertisement on the back rest.
[Find work NOW! NYC sponsored hiring agency. Solving the cities unemployment crisis one job at a time. Call 555-1776]
The man scoffs at how business has taken advantage of everything in order to make a buck.
And he leaves...
Did you see how this man prayed to G-D? Did you see that G-D answered his prayer as swiftly as he had prayed it? Did you then see this mans foolishness as he was so self absorbed that he was blind to this blessing?
SMDH-SC
He sighs as he watches a happy couple pass him by.
Leaning back; he lifts his head toward the sunlight and chews his lower lip.
A well dressed man sits next to him and fidgets with a brief case.
"Something bothering you? I can always tell when someone needs a listen. It's what I do; I'm a priest."
The lone man waves him off with suttle contempt, and the priest stands up and leaves.
His right hand sneaks into his pant pocket and pulls out a golden coin.
Examining it...one dollar, he clutches it as his demeanor sorrows.
One dollar is all he has left to his name; a single shining coin.
He hunches to a fetal sit with his chin in his palms and his elbows to his knees.
Time burns at his eyelids as the man sits and ponders.
He had lost his whole world; his family, his job, and his home.
He raises his head from his palms and shows watery eyes to the sky.
He whispers "God if you exist, and I've never thought you do...help me now in my time of need and I will believe in you?"
~HONK~
Startled; the man perks up and sees the bus parked in front of him;"Getting in?" asks the driver.
The man waves him off with a nodful reject and reads the busses advertisement banner:
[50 cent one-way rides anywhere NYC]
Oblivious to the world around him and trapped in his depressions snare, he stands from the bench and reads the advertisement on the back rest.
[Find work NOW! NYC sponsored hiring agency. Solving the cities unemployment crisis one job at a time. Call 555-1776]
The man scoffs at how business has taken advantage of everything in order to make a buck.
And he leaves...
Did you see how this man prayed to G-D? Did you see that G-D answered his prayer as swiftly as he had prayed it? Did you then see this mans foolishness as he was so self absorbed that he was blind to this blessing?
SMDH-SC
A warning when dealing in conspiracy theories
A conspiracy involves two or more people working in agreement with the intent to perpetuate a crime.
A theory is a concept; a fact less answer that is used as the foundation to mount an investigation into a specific subject.
A fact is an undeniable material or conceptual piece of evidence that validates a specific subject.
A conspiracy theory is the belief that two or more people are working together in order to perpetuate a crime.
Look this up anywhere...and it all rings about the same...
This belief initiates an investigation into the theory and if enough factual evidence is collected, the theory is either validated: meaning that a conspiracy exists or if the facts prove the theory defunct the theory is
dismissed all together.
If the investigation fails to produce factual evidence to either validate or to invalidate the theory, the theory remains in place.
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YouTube video from:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxQ34XYnLvw
Once a theory is invalidated and dismissed, a new theory may (and often does) replace it.
Once a theory is validated, and the conspiracy is factual it could be prosecuted. A problem arises due to two barriers that have historically thwarted the prosecution of conspiracies that had been deemed theoretical public opinions:
1) Conspiracy Theories that are investigated in the public sector may have been investigated in such a way that violates the law; such as but not limited to the in-admissibility of evidence due to the method in which
the evidence was obtained; and
2) The Conspirators may have used the art of producing disinformation in order to protect a legally restricted and confidential subject and/or the Conspirators may have used the tool of Discreditation; thus annihilating the character of the investigators which could invalidate the factual evidence the investigator(S) collected.
Conspiracy Theories are entertaining and thought provoking. They are often used as plots in film and in literature, but they are hardly ever given public attention in the media due to their destructive nature.
Consider this hypothetical scenario... a jewelry store is burglarized and it's two owners (partners) closed the store permanently and where seen spending large sums of money around town; more so then they ever had
spent before, and they took a trip together overseas.
The investigating agency sees no proof that these former entrepreneurs partook in the crime, but some local townspeople became suspicious and they developed a conspiracy theory stating that the two owners staged
the burglary in order to receive a large insurance claim, and then sold all of the stolen merchandise while on vacation overseas.
They create such a stir in their community that their local newspaper prints their theory due to public pressure.
The same day that the article is run, the two former jewelry store owners find their characters smeared by the slanderous allegations.
The prosecutor’s office petitions the court for a warrant to arrest the two former entrepreneurs based on theoretical evidence (which I hope doesn't happen in today’s society) and they are charged with a crime.
The local papers cover the entire trial and the defendants prove they had prior arrangements to vacation overseas, and their flagrant spending was due to years of frugal spending and saving, and they still had yet to
receive compensation on their insurance claim. Their bank statement history further proved their financial savings was the money they were spending.
They are found to be innocent and set free, but the damage had already been done and even though the conspiracy theory was not proven, a new theory begins to replace it, and this will continue until the real
perpetrators of the crime are brought to justice, and even then...their may still be a conspiracy theory linking the former jewelry store owners to the crime.
In retrospect, conspiracy theories are toxic to everyone involved, but without them, we may never be able to bring Conspirators to justice.
Everything starts with a theory.
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A theory is a concept; a fact less answer that is used as the foundation to mount an investigation into a specific subject.
A fact is an undeniable material or conceptual piece of evidence that validates a specific subject.
A conspiracy theory is the belief that two or more people are working together in order to perpetuate a crime.
Look this up anywhere...and it all rings about the same...
This belief initiates an investigation into the theory and if enough factual evidence is collected, the theory is either validated: meaning that a conspiracy exists or if the facts prove the theory defunct the theory is
dismissed all together.
If the investigation fails to produce factual evidence to either validate or to invalidate the theory, the theory remains in place.
'
YouTube video from:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxQ34XYnLvw
Once a theory is invalidated and dismissed, a new theory may (and often does) replace it.
Once a theory is validated, and the conspiracy is factual it could be prosecuted. A problem arises due to two barriers that have historically thwarted the prosecution of conspiracies that had been deemed theoretical public opinions:
1) Conspiracy Theories that are investigated in the public sector may have been investigated in such a way that violates the law; such as but not limited to the in-admissibility of evidence due to the method in which
the evidence was obtained; and
2) The Conspirators may have used the art of producing disinformation in order to protect a legally restricted and confidential subject and/or the Conspirators may have used the tool of Discreditation; thus annihilating the character of the investigators which could invalidate the factual evidence the investigator(S) collected.
Conspiracy Theories are entertaining and thought provoking. They are often used as plots in film and in literature, but they are hardly ever given public attention in the media due to their destructive nature.
Consider this hypothetical scenario... a jewelry store is burglarized and it's two owners (partners) closed the store permanently and where seen spending large sums of money around town; more so then they ever had
spent before, and they took a trip together overseas.
The investigating agency sees no proof that these former entrepreneurs partook in the crime, but some local townspeople became suspicious and they developed a conspiracy theory stating that the two owners staged
the burglary in order to receive a large insurance claim, and then sold all of the stolen merchandise while on vacation overseas.
They create such a stir in their community that their local newspaper prints their theory due to public pressure.
The same day that the article is run, the two former jewelry store owners find their characters smeared by the slanderous allegations.
The prosecutor’s office petitions the court for a warrant to arrest the two former entrepreneurs based on theoretical evidence (which I hope doesn't happen in today’s society) and they are charged with a crime.
The local papers cover the entire trial and the defendants prove they had prior arrangements to vacation overseas, and their flagrant spending was due to years of frugal spending and saving, and they still had yet to
receive compensation on their insurance claim. Their bank statement history further proved their financial savings was the money they were spending.
They are found to be innocent and set free, but the damage had already been done and even though the conspiracy theory was not proven, a new theory begins to replace it, and this will continue until the real
perpetrators of the crime are brought to justice, and even then...their may still be a conspiracy theory linking the former jewelry store owners to the crime.
In retrospect, conspiracy theories are toxic to everyone involved, but without them, we may never be able to bring Conspirators to justice.
Everything starts with a theory.
-SC
A vision of the future or an over active imagination?
I was a child living in Wisconsin when I had a dream (?) that has haunted me throughout my life. Did you notice the question mark next to the word dream? I placed it there because I am not sure if it was a dream or a vision or if it was nothing more then the wild imagination of a child.
Before I continue, let's define the words dream and vision. The following definitions have been copied and pasted from the American Heritage Dictionary as listed in Yahoos Education database at the corresponding web addresses:
http://education.yahoo.com/reference/dictionary/entry/dream
http://education.yahoo.com/reference/dictionary/entry/vision
With that said, please allow me to explain the occurance before you make a judgment as to it's designation.
For the record...I've written it off as the outcome of a childs imagination.
~shruggs~
I'm a skeptic by nature, regardless of the fact that I'm aware that I may have extraperephrial capabilities; the concept offends my scientific mind, but stimulates my metaphysical soul.
"It was well past dark and everyone was asleep in our home. I couldn't have been older then ten at the time, and I was laying in bed; staring at the open doorway."
"I may have been waking from a dream, or my father was standing in the threshold of the door while I was open eyed and fast asleep. Maybe I was in a trance like state and I experienced a vision...but being a skeptic I can't see how."
"In what ever state I was in, I saw the siloet of a man, and upon closer inspection...that wasn't a man but a demon with a red glow about it."
"As I tried to focus on the creature it's shape changed to a different demonic form that glowed white. Again I tried to focus and sit up and the shape shifted again."
"This time a third demonic form appeared and it's glow was blue."
"I don't remember what happened next, but this dream has plagued me ever since."
Here's another dream in desperate need of interpretation. At face value one could theorize that the three colors red, white, and blue are the colors of the United States flag.
One could also speculate that the three demons represent a Satanic trinity: The Prince of Darkness: The Anti-Christ; and the Unholy Spirit.
The conspiracy theorist might further propose that this dream alluded to a future America that submits to evil and ushers in a New World Order as a predecessor of Armageddon.
Do you see how dangerous conspiracy theories are? It's so very easy to project fear onto a subject that might be nothing more than a young boys nightmare.
Let's see what the Metaphysical Sciences have to say about the dream as found at: http://www.dreammoods.com/
Before I continue, let's define the words dream and vision. The following definitions have been copied and pasted from the American Heritage Dictionary as listed in Yahoos Education database at the corresponding web addresses:
http://education.yahoo.com/reference/dictionary/entry/dream
Dream
NOUN:
A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.
A daydream; a reverie.
A state of abstraction; a trance.
A wild fancy or hope.
A condition or achievement that is longed for; an aspiration: a dream of owning their own business.
One that is exceptionally gratifying, excellent, or beautiful: Our new car runs like a dream.
http://education.yahoo.com/reference/dictionary/entry/vision
Vision
NOUN:
The faculty of sight; eyesight: poor vision.
Something that is or has been seen.
Unusual competence in discernment or perception; intelligent foresight: a leader of vision.
The manner in which one sees or conceives of something.
A mental image produced by the imagination.
The mystical experience of seeing as if with the eyes the supernatural or a
supernatural being.
A person or thing of extraordinary beauty.
With that said, please allow me to explain the occurance before you make a judgment as to it's designation.
For the record...I've written it off as the outcome of a childs imagination.
~shruggs~
I'm a skeptic by nature, regardless of the fact that I'm aware that I may have extraperephrial capabilities; the concept offends my scientific mind, but stimulates my metaphysical soul.
"It was well past dark and everyone was asleep in our home. I couldn't have been older then ten at the time, and I was laying in bed; staring at the open doorway."
"I may have been waking from a dream, or my father was standing in the threshold of the door while I was open eyed and fast asleep. Maybe I was in a trance like state and I experienced a vision...but being a skeptic I can't see how."
"In what ever state I was in, I saw the siloet of a man, and upon closer inspection...that wasn't a man but a demon with a red glow about it."
"As I tried to focus on the creature it's shape changed to a different demonic form that glowed white. Again I tried to focus and sit up and the shape shifted again."
"This time a third demonic form appeared and it's glow was blue."
"I don't remember what happened next, but this dream has plagued me ever since."
Here's another dream in desperate need of interpretation. At face value one could theorize that the three colors red, white, and blue are the colors of the United States flag.
One could also speculate that the three demons represent a Satanic trinity: The Prince of Darkness: The Anti-Christ; and the Unholy Spirit.
The conspiracy theorist might further propose that this dream alluded to a future America that submits to evil and ushers in a New World Order as a predecessor of Armageddon.
Do you see how dangerous conspiracy theories are? It's so very easy to project fear onto a subject that might be nothing more than a young boys nightmare.
Let's see what the Metaphysical Sciences have to say about the dream as found at: http://www.dreammoods.com/
Demons
To see demons in your dream, represent ignorance, negativity, distress or your shadow self. It also forewarns of overindulgence and letting lust give way to your better judgment. As a result, your physical and mental health may suffer.
Door
To see an opened door in your dream, symbolizes your receptiveness and willingness to accept new ideas/concepts. In particular, to see a light behind the door, suggests that you are moving toward greater enlightenment/spirituality.
Colors
Colors in dreams represent energy, emotions, and vibes. First consider what that single color in your dream means to you and your own personal associations and relationship with that color.�In general, pale pastel colors indicate weakness or subtlety. Dark colors represent passion and intensity. Bright colors mean awareness.
Red
Red is an indication of raw energy, force, vigor, intense passion, aggression, power, courage, impulsiveness and passion. The color red has deep emotional and spiritual connotations. Consider the phrase "seeing red" to denote anger. Alternatively, the color red in your dream indicates a lack of energy. You are feeling tired or lethargic.
Red is also the color of danger, violence, blood, shame, rejection, sexual impulses and urges. Perhaps you need to stop and think about your actions.
White
White represents purity, perfection, peace, innocence, dignity, cleanliness, awareness, and new beginnings. You may be experiencing a reawakening or have a fresh outlook on life. Alternatively, white refers to a clean, blank slate. Or it may refer to a cover-up. In Eastern cultures, white is associated with death and mourning.
Blue
Blue represents truth, wisdom, heaven, eternity, devotion, tranquility, loyalty and openness. Perhaps you are expressing a desire to get away. The presence of this color in your dream, may symbolize your spiritual guide and your optimism of the future. You have clarity of mind. Alternatively, the color blue may also be a metaphor for "being blue" and feeling sad.
Premonition or Dream?
5:15am April 14th, 2009: Midwestern United States
My eyes spring open as I let out a breath of despair. My body shivers in a cold sweat and I stare at the ceiling. “Waa.” [Silence] “Waa,” my youngest son calls for me. Forcing myself to sit up, I look towards the night stand and strain to see the clock. [5:15am]
I look to my right and see my girlfriend (former relationship/mother of my youngest son) curled in a ball; sleeping oblivious to the world. “Waa,” he calls for me. “I need to get up. Get up,” I command myself. I take a deep breath, and wrap my arms around my body. I’m clammy, but I don’t feel sick. I try to blink myself into awareness. “Waa.”
I press my palms into the mattress and swing my legs off the side of the bed. They move like their in casts, and my feet drop to the floor [Thud]…and I sit there. “Waa.” My skin stings as the sweat dries. I stand up and sway as I recollect the jolt that woke me…chaos. “Waa.”
I stumble clumsily through the hallway on into the kitchen and fumble for a bottle. I unscrew the nipple, set them down obnoxiously and retrieve the milk from the fridge. “4 ounces,” I say aloud, and re-screw the nipple. “Waa.” “Coming Son, be patient, I’m coming,” I whisper head of me.
I walk into my son’s bedroom and notice the darkness. The sun hasn’t risen yet, and my eyes are slow to adjust. He’s sitting upright in his crib, with a little hand reaching up to me, but those little fingers aren’t wanting me…they’re welcoming the bottle in my hand. He coos as he grips the bottle, falling back into the bed and then pulls his whobbie close to him.
“Why weren’t you there? Where was your brother? Where was my oldest son?” I think to myself. My mind still shadowy from sleep, I tap on the railing lightly as if to sooth my son, but really it’s to sooth myself; I turn from his room.
“My job is done,” I croak out hoarsely and pace back to my side of the bed. I slither under the blankets and retch from discomfort. The blanket is damp…and cold. I grunt my annoyance and maneuver some of girlfriend’s warm covers over myself.
I fumbled and stumbled, and froze, and pushed myself out of bed to care for my boy, and now I’m wide awake. [Sighs] I lie on my left side, my back thieving girlfriend’s warmth, and try to place myself in the nightmare that woke me.
It was far beyond dusk, and I couldn’t see the moon in a virtually cloudless desert sky. There were mountains in the distant North and the Eastern horizon was clear. I paid no attention to the West, or to the South, I just stared east and studied the flat plains of a desert spotted with flora.
There was a building a few yards behind me; an old airplane hangar; metallic and rusty in color. A tall, thin girl with long dark hair and a tan complexion was standing a few feet in front of its open bay door. To my sides were two men around my age; mid thirties; but in this dream I think I was older than them. Both tall, slender, and clean cut; geekish and wholesome. I knew them, but didn’t recognize them, and couldn’t make out any of their features.
I could sense others behind me…somewhere in the lightless hanger, but couldn’t see them, and didn’t care to look. I knew them, or…I knew of them. I couldn’t feel the climate; couldn’t feel a chill, or any heat. I couldn’t smell the open air, and I had no concept of time or date, only that it was night.
Something in the sky streaked overhead from the West to the East and left a hazy trail behind it. I looked up and saw a few more streaks of red and orange. At first I didn’t understand what I was looking at, but then I recognized what it was; a meteor storm. I had never witnessed one in person but I’d seen them in photographs and on television.
My companions must have noticed the phenomenon at the same time I did. They became antsy and excited, as if they expected the light show. They hopped excitedly for a moment and half challenged each other to investigate it. I didn’t know how I knew these men, but found myself wondering if they were astronomers or scientists of a similar collar.
Suddenly the night sky lit up as a barrage of meteors and their tails crossed over head and vanished into the horizon. My company left me running in the direction of the onslaught; towards the East. I heard an anxious commotion behind me and wondered if I was part of some scientific gathering to witness this celestial event...but something told me I wasn’t. Something inside of me was fearful, and I didn’t know why.
I stepped backward cautiously and six meteors streaked overhead. Their tails were different now; more like lasers cutting through atmosphere, and I saw it. I saw a mass that couldn’t have been a meteor; maybe a comet, but it’s high, too high. It’s bigger then a comet…”Is that an asteroid,” I thought to myself.
There wasn’t a tail like the others, and it crossed the night’s sky from the West to the East but didn’t vanish, instead…its fiery glow ended and then burst into a bright yellow brilliance; flickering out. A millisecond more and it exploded into an hour glass of light reaching to unimaginable heights far above the horizon; up into the Heavens.
Fear enveloped me and I panicked, almost to tears. I started stepping backward and reaching behind me for the girl’s hand, and grasped it. I turned toward the hanger and started to sprint and stopped suddenly. People were screaming from inside the building; from a stairway that appears to lead into a basement.
I craned my neck to the east and saw flicking flames in the distance and a billowing smoke. The entire horizon was lined with a mountain high wave of cloud resembling a volcanoes pyroclastic flow. Terror choked me and I staggered into the darkened hanger only to discover the screams faded into frantic warnings, “it broke through…run!”
I looked towards the voices and the same cloud was billowing out of the stairway and swallowing everyone trying to escape its pursuit. I looked at the girl and saw terror in her eyes. I turned back to the east…and woke up. That’s the last thing I remember.
I started to drift off into sleep and as I did 2012 kept repeating in my head; 2012, 2012, 2012… I woke up in the early afternoon, just after 10:00am. I saw my girlfriend carrying the laundry bin and our son chasing after her in a giggle.
It’s Tuesday and my oldest son's with his mother until the weekend. It’s just the three of us for now. I pried myself out of bed and made for the coffee maker; my priorities. I stood with a sway and watched it brew. Added two scoops of sugar, a French Vanilla creamer; stirred it…and stepped outside for my morning cigarette.
Its cold for April, maybe 30 degrees at most, and the wind feels like razor blades. I smoked, and sipped on my coffee. I must have looked like a zombie. My hair was a frizzy mess, my clothes mismatched, and I’m sure my facial expression was nothing more than droopy.
I thought of my dream. “What did it mean,” I thought to myself. I’m a notorious skeptic and laugh off anything floating outside of the boundaries of deductive reasoning and logic. If it an explanation doesn’t materialize after using the scientific method then it’s written off as a fluke or a hoax, or an overactive imagination. If something falls outside of the laws of physics it does-not-exist.
“What is a dream,” I ask myself as I burn through a cigarette.
-Thomas aka SecretCog
My eyes spring open as I let out a breath of despair. My body shivers in a cold sweat and I stare at the ceiling. “Waa.” [Silence] “Waa,” my youngest son calls for me. Forcing myself to sit up, I look towards the night stand and strain to see the clock. [5:15am]
I look to my right and see my girlfriend (former relationship/mother of my youngest son) curled in a ball; sleeping oblivious to the world. “Waa,” he calls for me. “I need to get up. Get up,” I command myself. I take a deep breath, and wrap my arms around my body. I’m clammy, but I don’t feel sick. I try to blink myself into awareness. “Waa.”
I press my palms into the mattress and swing my legs off the side of the bed. They move like their in casts, and my feet drop to the floor [Thud]…and I sit there. “Waa.” My skin stings as the sweat dries. I stand up and sway as I recollect the jolt that woke me…chaos. “Waa.”
I stumble clumsily through the hallway on into the kitchen and fumble for a bottle. I unscrew the nipple, set them down obnoxiously and retrieve the milk from the fridge. “4 ounces,” I say aloud, and re-screw the nipple. “Waa.” “Coming Son, be patient, I’m coming,” I whisper head of me.
I walk into my son’s bedroom and notice the darkness. The sun hasn’t risen yet, and my eyes are slow to adjust. He’s sitting upright in his crib, with a little hand reaching up to me, but those little fingers aren’t wanting me…they’re welcoming the bottle in my hand. He coos as he grips the bottle, falling back into the bed and then pulls his whobbie close to him.
“Why weren’t you there? Where was your brother? Where was my oldest son?” I think to myself. My mind still shadowy from sleep, I tap on the railing lightly as if to sooth my son, but really it’s to sooth myself; I turn from his room.
“My job is done,” I croak out hoarsely and pace back to my side of the bed. I slither under the blankets and retch from discomfort. The blanket is damp…and cold. I grunt my annoyance and maneuver some of girlfriend’s warm covers over myself.
I fumbled and stumbled, and froze, and pushed myself out of bed to care for my boy, and now I’m wide awake. [Sighs] I lie on my left side, my back thieving girlfriend’s warmth, and try to place myself in the nightmare that woke me.
It was far beyond dusk, and I couldn’t see the moon in a virtually cloudless desert sky. There were mountains in the distant North and the Eastern horizon was clear. I paid no attention to the West, or to the South, I just stared east and studied the flat plains of a desert spotted with flora.
There was a building a few yards behind me; an old airplane hangar; metallic and rusty in color. A tall, thin girl with long dark hair and a tan complexion was standing a few feet in front of its open bay door. To my sides were two men around my age; mid thirties; but in this dream I think I was older than them. Both tall, slender, and clean cut; geekish and wholesome. I knew them, but didn’t recognize them, and couldn’t make out any of their features.
I could sense others behind me…somewhere in the lightless hanger, but couldn’t see them, and didn’t care to look. I knew them, or…I knew of them. I couldn’t feel the climate; couldn’t feel a chill, or any heat. I couldn’t smell the open air, and I had no concept of time or date, only that it was night.
Something in the sky streaked overhead from the West to the East and left a hazy trail behind it. I looked up and saw a few more streaks of red and orange. At first I didn’t understand what I was looking at, but then I recognized what it was; a meteor storm. I had never witnessed one in person but I’d seen them in photographs and on television.
My companions must have noticed the phenomenon at the same time I did. They became antsy and excited, as if they expected the light show. They hopped excitedly for a moment and half challenged each other to investigate it. I didn’t know how I knew these men, but found myself wondering if they were astronomers or scientists of a similar collar.
Suddenly the night sky lit up as a barrage of meteors and their tails crossed over head and vanished into the horizon. My company left me running in the direction of the onslaught; towards the East. I heard an anxious commotion behind me and wondered if I was part of some scientific gathering to witness this celestial event...but something told me I wasn’t. Something inside of me was fearful, and I didn’t know why.
I stepped backward cautiously and six meteors streaked overhead. Their tails were different now; more like lasers cutting through atmosphere, and I saw it. I saw a mass that couldn’t have been a meteor; maybe a comet, but it’s high, too high. It’s bigger then a comet…”Is that an asteroid,” I thought to myself.
There wasn’t a tail like the others, and it crossed the night’s sky from the West to the East but didn’t vanish, instead…its fiery glow ended and then burst into a bright yellow brilliance; flickering out. A millisecond more and it exploded into an hour glass of light reaching to unimaginable heights far above the horizon; up into the Heavens.
Fear enveloped me and I panicked, almost to tears. I started stepping backward and reaching behind me for the girl’s hand, and grasped it. I turned toward the hanger and started to sprint and stopped suddenly. People were screaming from inside the building; from a stairway that appears to lead into a basement.
I craned my neck to the east and saw flicking flames in the distance and a billowing smoke. The entire horizon was lined with a mountain high wave of cloud resembling a volcanoes pyroclastic flow. Terror choked me and I staggered into the darkened hanger only to discover the screams faded into frantic warnings, “it broke through…run!”
I looked towards the voices and the same cloud was billowing out of the stairway and swallowing everyone trying to escape its pursuit. I looked at the girl and saw terror in her eyes. I turned back to the east…and woke up. That’s the last thing I remember.
I started to drift off into sleep and as I did 2012 kept repeating in my head; 2012, 2012, 2012… I woke up in the early afternoon, just after 10:00am. I saw my girlfriend carrying the laundry bin and our son chasing after her in a giggle.
It’s Tuesday and my oldest son's with his mother until the weekend. It’s just the three of us for now. I pried myself out of bed and made for the coffee maker; my priorities. I stood with a sway and watched it brew. Added two scoops of sugar, a French Vanilla creamer; stirred it…and stepped outside for my morning cigarette.
Its cold for April, maybe 30 degrees at most, and the wind feels like razor blades. I smoked, and sipped on my coffee. I must have looked like a zombie. My hair was a frizzy mess, my clothes mismatched, and I’m sure my facial expression was nothing more than droopy.
I thought of my dream. “What did it mean,” I thought to myself. I’m a notorious skeptic and laugh off anything floating outside of the boundaries of deductive reasoning and logic. If it an explanation doesn’t materialize after using the scientific method then it’s written off as a fluke or a hoax, or an overactive imagination. If something falls outside of the laws of physics it does-not-exist.
“What is a dream,” I ask myself as I burn through a cigarette.
-Thomas aka SecretCog
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