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Like Bobby, I have noticed that my dreams come in cycles, and they appear to be more numerous and/or detailed during a nexus period. I had a dream early on Sunday morning that stays in my mind. It has the feel of something that has happened or will happen, and since I can’t seem to dismiss it even after writing it down, I think I will share it here.
It is long, but the major event occurs in the first paragraph...
I was sitting in a darkened room on a stormy night. It was raining and there was thunder. I was not overly concerned. Then there was an enormous and extended crash of thunder that was unusual. I cringed a bit and then looked out the window. I had a view out of a pair of bedroom windows that were near the corner of the room. Through the right window I could see a large city in the distance, lit up through the rainy night. As I watched, I saw a very large burst of what I thought was lightning hit the center of the city. However, the ‘lightning’ did not end but got thicker and I heard the same noise in the distance as for the first crash of ‘thunder’. Then I noticed that the stream of ‘lightning’ was coming from a very large flying machine. I would call it a spaceship except that it was not circular or oval but had the profile of a very large military plane, with a rear shape similar to what I recall from the space shuttle. I knew that the city had been attacked and it was very bad.
When the ‘lightning’ went away, I thought I should tell someone. Somehow I was now in bed, and I struggled to get up. Unlike some dreams when you try to run or walk and can’t move just because it’s a dream, in this dream it felt very much like trying to get up when I’m very groggy and have some residual sleep paralysis. It was hard to fight off, but I managed to stumble forward.
On the wall near my bedroom ceiling I saw ghostly lights shimmering. I thought this was somehow a residue of the attack and it worried me. I tried to get to my sister’s room. (Apparently I was now in my childhood bedroom in Kentucky and my sister was in the room that used to belong to my brothers.) When I got to my sister, she was not sleeping and I started to tell her what I saw, but I first asked her if she could see the glowing lights on the wall. She said yes, they were the lights from city. I looked up out her window, and sure enough I could see large city buildings in the near distance. I thought it was odd that I never knew she had a city view from her room. She also had lights on her wall but they were like reflected lights from the city, not what I had seen in the other room. This distracted me from telling her my lights were different. But I started to tell her about the attack I had seen.
In the next scene I remember, a man had come to our home and sat down with my sister and me and proceeded to tell us how women were expected to behave now. (I had the impression there were also rules for men but there were no men in the house to hear them.) I was absolutely appalled that we were being told we had to follow rules. I was sure that we had been invaded and taken over, but since I didn’t know the extent of the takeover and who was affected, I managed not to vent my temper. The rules were odd, and involved a lot of drawing (which the man did on the wall, and at one point I complimented him on his drawing, which was extensive and elaborate). The only rule I remember was that we had to draw something when a visitor left our home. Then he was done and leaving, and I followed him to the door (somehow we were now in a crowd of people streaming for the door). As he started to go out, he said ‘It’s time now’ (or something like that) – he wanted me to draw the picture. I hesitated, trying to remember which of the many drawings were intended for someone leaving. He said, ‘Don’t worry, it can be a picture of anything.’ So I turned to a large white board next to the door and drew a big happy face, and that satisfied him so he left. And, no, I was not feeling a happy face and in the dream I was aware of this, but it was the simplest thing to draw and I suspected that a not-happy face would not be a good idea.
In the next scene a large number of women were in our house and my sister and I explained to them what we had been told and what we thought had happened. I expected everyone to be as upset as I was and hoped to form a rebellion. However, one of the women suggested that they could imbed the rules into their quest to be better wives to their husbands so they could win some contest associated with this. I was stunned that not only were they not angry about the new rules, but they were planning to accept them without question and even embrace the rules. I told them how I felt and that I could not understand their reaction. They ignored me and kept talking among themselves. So I broke in and I told them all to get out of my house. At first they didn’t understand, and I told them I was serious and told them again to get out. (Note: I have never in my life told anyone to get out of my house but in that circumstance I can imagine doing it.) They left and I began to consider how I would proceed. I knew I would not accept the rules, but I also knew it might be necessary to comply while I investigated what was going on.
(End of dream)
I do not know what would have happened next because I was (coincidentally?) awakened by a phone call from the data center. It was the type of call that I didn’t have to get up and do anything -- very unusual for 5 am calls -- so as soon as I hung up the phone, this detailed dream was front and center in my mind. I got up to retrieve my MacBook and wrote it all down right away.
I shared part of it on the Sunday night chat, and normally that is enough to move a dream out of my head. Not so this time. Instead, at 4:20 am Monday morning I was awakened by a repeated chirp from my cell phone. I thought my daughter Casey was texting me while she traveled. However, there was no text at all -- the noise was only in my head. But when I came awake to puzzle over this, I became aware of my latest dream:
I was telling someone about the City Attack dream. We were standing in front of several large calendars on easels. I could only see the backs of the calendars, which were different colors. I was pointing to one and telling the person with me -- it’s on the yellow calendar. You have to watch that one. It was as though there was a definite schedule for the attack and it was somehow on this calendar.
Here are some additional notes about both dreams:
Like most dreams, I think there are layers of symbols that could be interpreted. Your interpretation would be interesting, but I am primarily publishing this because the dreams just will not leave my head.