Splinter Cell Double Agent - Terrorist Hunt Game Mode

I was playing Splinter Cell Double Agent and was playing a multiplayer game mode I've never seen before where you have to hunt terrorists within a crowd of AI NPC running at you, without killing any of the civilians

It was multiplayer with one of my online friends Div playing with me and two other people, though we were at different points on the map working inwards towards each other

A Virus That Kills 7 Billion People

I had a dream where a man who was silenced (unable to talk) was crying whilst trying to warn someone of the exact date, time and place, that someone would intentionally release a virus that would end up killing 7 Billion people

The reason he was unable to talk is because he tried warning people. Nobody believed him

Worse than this, he seemed to actually be locked up or imprisoned somehow because he tried warning people

Viewing My Own Soul - Looks Like A Sun

I was half asleep. Depressed and dissociative. Feeling unloved and disillusioned with the world, as usual

I saw something that looked like crescent of the sun

Almost like the Universal pictures intro, except with the sun, not the Earth

This was something I'm connected to, I could feel it, like it was unnatural for me to be seeing it

I felt momentarily disconnected in some way from my body

Something told me that the fact I can see my own soul is very bad

I'm not sure I'll be here much longer

But I honestly don't know if I care any more

Stefano Axing A Tree

I am swimming down a large pipe filled with water, way up in the sky like on the top of a mountain

A massive old shark swims in behind me that is the size of a large bull. It actually looks like a cross between a bull and a shark

At the end I fly up into the air and whatever it was I was riding on drops down into the ocean below while I'm flying past it in the air trying to see where it went

Then I see a man I know named Stefano with a large axe

He is angry with someone standing across from him

So he takes the axe and swings it, chopping deep into a tree standing between him

Somehow, the tree is connected to the person he is angry with

I can hear someone crying and screaming in the background vividly, like it's a real life person in pain

"No don't!" I scream at him "Leave the tree alone"

Stefano goes to take a second swing at the tree, but I jump in between him and the tree and grab the axe, so he can't swing it

He immediately stops his swing when I jump in between

"You're angry, that's fine. You have a problem with him, that's fine. But leave the tree alone" I say

I wake up feeling haunted by the person wailing in the background like a child who's been badly hurt

900 Years Before Man

I was in a void world

I was having a conversation with some type of beings or entities

To prove a point regarding something we were talking about, I showed them some type of empty and plain pinkish coloured realm

I told them that this was over 900 years before humans

Something either didn't like me showing them, or wanted me up consciously wake up to remember, because I woke up to the sensation of something crawling over my left elbow

Something I don't think was fully manifested and may not have even been there, even though I felt it enough to wake up in my bed

Whatever it was in me that was showing these beings or entities I was talking to a realm over 900 years before human ...

It felt innocent and gentle. Like something that would answer "Sure, show you the secrets of the Universe", even to the worst of those, who shouldn't know such things, because it's just too sweet and loving

The type who just wants to love and do, be and show amazing things to anyone and everyone the would be his friend

The sort that needs protection from those that would hurt him, because he would probably let them hurt him, even knowing they are going to, just to try make them happy and show them something amazing

Something too beautiful for this world

And probably too beautiful to be part of me

Movies - The Rock Movie About Fear

Another of the movie dreams/visions I had from a few nights ago

The Rock (Dwayne Johnson) was in this movie

There is a woman and a man in the back of a pickup truck and a man on the drivers seat

My character in the movie isn't with them, I'm off somewhere else while they are waiting in the pickup

Something happens and a group of people think the woman (named Kate) sitting on the back of the pickup is in trouble

The driver tries to leave to avoid a confrontation, but there is allot of them and they stop them from leaving and take the girl Kate with them

I return and I am shown by the driver and man that was in the back of the pickup to a compound nearby where they took Kate to "protect her"

They are a large group of Islanders. Fijian, Maori, Samoan, or maybe a mixture of all of the above

And they are all huge

The Rock is amongst them, standing inside the compound with Kate, watching over her

I'm calling out from the gate to the compound asking to speak to her, where a massive Islander man is blocking me and pushing me back away from the gate

There is at least a hundred men inside, all standing watching, while I'm calling out to Kate to talk to her

They finally let her speak, but only to warn me that the Rock is a champion marksman, because he is standing with a bow and arrow, pulled back ready to fire, aimed right at me

I tell the driver and the man I'm with to leave

To go back to the car and wait

The man from the back of the car starts pleading with me saying "Please don't! There are women and children in there!"

My character pauses to consider what he's saying

"Please don't hurt them" he begs with me

The massive man standing at the gate laughs and says to him "Don't you worry about us. We are safe", to which he immediately and bluntly replies "NO! You are NOT!"

I finish considering what he was saying and reply to the man I'm with "I won't hurt and of the women or children", with which he concedes and quickly turns and leaves

The massive man on the gate that had been shoving me back up until then, immediately responds as well, threateningly asking me "what the ROCK you just say?"

He steps forward to grab me, but within a split second of his hand touching me, I've already punched him hard in the throat, cutting off his ability to breathe and hit him in the face two or three times hard enough for him to drop to his knees, gasping for breath

Seeing the man drop to the ground, the Rock fires his arrow, but I catch it in flight as it gets to me, spin 360 degrees and throw it back

The arrow just misses his head, but it's close enough to put a nice clean slice across his cheek and send him instinctively ducking for cover

Then my character goes on a rampage through the compound quickly and precisely killing every man there. Moving so quickly that most barely have time to realise they are being attacked, let alone defend themselves

A teenage boy goes to attack me and keeping my promise of not hurting and woman or children, I flip a hunting knife I took from one of the men around backwards and throw it as his head, so it hits his stock first and not blade first, and knocks him unconscious. He'll live

The Rock is still in cover and hiding from what is happening when my character is leaving the compound. But not before he leaves him with some final passing words

The dream/vision ends with me taking Kate and leaving the compound, with her looking back at it, as if she was sadly apologising for what happened. Like she didn't want it to happen, but there is nothing she could do to stop it

Thinking about this while waking up, I believe that this is the opening sequence of a movie where the Rock plays a very different type of hero to his normal movies

Even though I only saw the first scene of the movie, it is as if I saw the whole thing, as I seem to know that the rest of the movie would entail

It's a movie about undermining fear. Disempowering even the strongest of us

After this attack. There is a opening montage of news media, court cases, interviews with experts etc, about what is classified as the single largest mass killing spree in history

It's realistic though. Not the normal cinema "100's dead and nobody cares or notices" type of action film

News is all over it, treating it like a terrorist attack

Clips of a nation-wide manhunt, conspiracy theories about who the man is

A court case in the years to come. Realistic looking footage of a persecutor re-enacting the military precision in which the man moved through the complex picking off victim after victim with weapons (fund and knives) stolen from the men he was killing

It shows clips of the Rock as the "sole survivor" (this doesn't make sense to me, because I thought my character left the women and children alive. I guess not)

It shows how the world actually moves on and forgets about trying to find the man (or Kate and the other men) involved ...

And more specifically, how the Rock is vilified and alienated from society. How he ends up unfairly wearing allot of the anger and hatred people feel about what happened

Then after the title montage ...

It shows the Rock living as a recluse. Afraid to go out in public because of how recognisable he is, he won't even get out of his car to collect food from his friends restaurant/bar. He waits in the car while they bring it out to him. Refuses a initiation to come in for a drink while being given his food (being assured that nobody there will probably even recognise him or care), then looks on longingly at the people having fun before he drives off

It shows him researching online in the dark, obsessively, checking forums webpages and news reports for any bit of information he can find about what happened

Then also, shows him training religious, in private, away from people or gyms. At most, 1 on 1 with a instructor

The hand-to-hand combat instructor teaching him ensures him that he is good enough. That he is as good as him now and there is not much more he can teach him (It's pretty much just sparring at this stage) and the Rock disagrees, saying that he's not as good as the man from that night and he needs to be better. To which he is asked, even if he finds the man, how is ever gonna hope to confront him, when he can't even confront what's outside his door?

Then the Rock finds traces of the man online. Most specifically, a web forum post where someone posts the exact parting words that the man said to him on that night. Something that had never been made public

Then he's back with intelligence agents from some Government agency, telling them about what he had found. Pursuing the man with them, then eventually coming in to ID a man that they take into custody

A man that is actually the man they are after

There is a very surreal and dark scene where they allow the Rock to talk to the man while in custody even though he is scared. Because he feels safe, seeing that the man is in custody

But he quickly learns by talking to him, that he's not safe

The man knows things he shouldn't or couldn't know. He is playing games. He wasn't caught, he just wants it to look as though he's caught

He's come out of hiding for a reason and whatever it is, the Rock is part of his plan

I won't go into any more detail of this, except to say that it ends up with a President assassinated and a much larger plan built around the Rocks self debilitating fear

That can only be overcome and contested by him finally realising how powerful he actually is

Though .... It is far from a happy ending

It is a very dark ending. Much like movies such as Arlington Road or Usual Suspects

Movies - Line In The Sand / Party Movie

Recently I've been having dreams/visions that are scenes from movies

Movies I haven't seen, that haven't been made. They don't exist and likely will never exist

Something literally told me, that I am seeing these movie scenes to prevent inspiration for the movies being given to those who would write the movies and release them

Apparently myself and others like me are being shown so that those who would normally see the scenes and write the movies never receive their inspiration. They are being shown to people who will ignore them and do nothing with them

They went further than this to explain that, until the true musicians have been given their right to have their music heard by the world back, the movie "illuminated" will no longer be given their movies. If they are going to take the music away from the true musicians and music creators, they are going to have all their movies taken from them

So we can probably expect the quality of movies over the next few years you be awful, until they learn their lesson and give back what is not theirs to control

I think it has mainly to do with those in charge of the music industry who have no idea about music, who think it's OK to fabricate artists and ignore the true artists, so that they can gain control through it

They need to be removed and the the artists freed. The fake artists have to stop being glorified

I had very clear visions (more than a dream. Consciously awake/aware. And to vivid and clear to be a dream) years ago where I saw a particular how a particular group of people are given their inspiration for writing movies

They were literally sitting and watching movies that didn't exist yet, so that they could then go and write them in the waking world

I was given a tour of their "realm" by some type of 3rd party entity

Those in the realm watching the movies seem startled that I was there and being shown their little secret

They were assured that I was only there to check it out, I wasn't staying

In that circumstance I was watching a comedy movie with Rose Bryne in it. A movie that I don't believe has been made yet, still

So they are years behind

Perhaps they have finally caught up to their blockage. In which case they have at least 4-5 years of no movies from now

And it will keep getting longer and longer until they free the music

This particular dream/vision I saw two scenes

The first movie was set in Ancient Egypt, back in the old days when the spinning and Pyramids were surrounded by lush green growth and a canopy of trees, much like the jungle pyramids in places like Guatemala

A man is running through the jungle trying to escape a large group of people who were pursuing him (barbarian?)

The man passes a large Sphinx (comparable in size to the great Sphinx) which very distinctly had a DOGS HEAD on it, standing in the first with light vines growing over it

When he gets past the head of the Sphinx towards its tail, he drops to the ground exhausted from running, as if he's finally safe

The Sphinx signals some type of border. Safe lands, that the group know they aren't allowed to enter

They all stop before the Sphinx, considering whether or not they should cross the border before they start to move across anyway, towards the man laying on the ground

As soon as they do, one lone man wearing well-crafted green clothing, with fine stitching (clothes that look similar to what you see in Egyptian hieroglyphs) steps forward screaming a loud and bloody sounding war-cry holding a long spear-like weapon, where the spear tip was more like a long thin blade along one side of the tip

He walks forward and confronts all the men screaming

He is some type of guard. He gives them a demonstration of his proficiency with the spear weapon, twirling it around, before drawing a clean line on the ground for the men, daring them to cross

A few men cross and are very quickly and efficiently cut down by the guard

After he kills them, he draws another line

This time many of them all cross at once and he proceeds to kill them all

This is a generalisation. Some of it is very impressive and would make for good cinema, but I won't go into it

I've had many different dreams and visions involving Sphinx in what looks like the jungle/forest before. It seems to be a recurring them

Some with dogs heads. Some with lions heads

Once even with a human head. Though this one wasn't really in the Forest/jungle, it was on the edge of it, just before a clearing where a small town or city of people lived

I was walking through the jungle/forest and came across the Sphinx and as I walked past it I saw that the jungle/forest ended and civilisation began

The other dream I had last night involved a party type movie, possibly a comedy though it didn't seem that funny, where I landed in a tropical place, like an island and did all the normal sorts of things they do in party movies like this

(It's worth mentioning that I see myself in these movies, acting as one of lead roles. Though somehow, I know they are supposed to be movies)

Then there was one of me breaking into some type of college/university

I think I'm trying to get something hidden inside that it feels like they took from me

I am trying to hack open the system, when the system student administrator turns up and is looking over my shoulder watching me

I ask him to "disable the hi-lo system" (the door access system at the University/College for determining high or low access) so that anybody can enter any door they want

He seems to be very interested in helping me, like he doesn't like those in control, or he wants to be the bad guy for whatever reason, but he doesn't want to get in trouble

So I tell him "tell them I made you do it and you didn't have a choice"

He immediately helps me, excited, as if he will enjoy fucking them over

Then there is another movie where I wake up from a party on the floor

The people that are holding the party also work on the kitchen. They have to clean up and then make lunch for all the workers at some type of mining site or fly-in/fly-out location

I am hungry, but don't want to ask for food. They give me some anyways

I end up in a classroom where they are doing a course for qualifications for a job within the mines/group. Something to do with operating their computers, equipment or systems

But I don't do that job. I don't even work there

Even still, I sit around and keep quiet, hoping to learn and get the qualification without them realising I shouldn't be there

Being Called "My King" With Thunder

This morning I was awoken by loud thunder (for a storm that once again missed us, like always)

Something was talking to me in my sleeping state. It wasn't a dream/vision because there was nothing visual with it, it was all auditory/sound and I was in the state between sleep and awake

Several times, the thing that was talking to be referred to me/called me "My King" ...

And as if to emphasise it (or perhaps to wake me up so that I remember it talking to me) a loud rumble of thunder hit Darwin

This thunder only happened a few times and at least two of those happened directly after whatever it was talking to be referred to me as/called me "My King"

Worth mentioning that this was another storm without rain. Yet another storm and another year, where the rains aren't coming

People in this world seem to be confused about how the rains in Darwin work. They thing our wet season consists of a couple weeks rain at the end of the year. And even that rain is measly showers and no real storms

Even the meteorologists blatantly lie about the rains

They ignore the fact we don't get a proper wet season any more

More so, they make stupid claims and lies like "wet season is coming early" when they are referring to early-to-mid December. This isn't early, it's late!

I lived through enough wet seasons to know when the rains come

It's as if they have accepted that something is horribly wrong with our rains

Darwin doesn't get it's proper concentration of rainfall, the rest of Australia's flow doesn't work properly ...

In turn, the flow to the rest of the world doesn't work properly

I know this for fact

Yet some southern idiots who think they are Terrorians because they've been here a few mango seasons are somehow in Government and power up here and are destroying Darwin, killing the wet season with it

It works both ways

The rain will not seem to fall on the infection

The blood seems to refuse to feed the cancer

This town hangs on but a thread, but it's the equivalent of a zombie

A near-dead version of what was once good and beautiful

I hold hope it can recover

But something needs to be done about the severe and systemic corruption in Darwin

Police, Government, Law, they are all disgustingly and unapologetically corrupt

We are in dissent

A Long-Distance Push Bike Race To Darwin And A Train Ride Over The Narrows In The Future

There is a long-distance push-bike race to Darwin from somewhere far down south

I'm racing in it

They are talking about someone being disqualified for dangerous racing

I try to find out exactly what they mean by "dangerous" so that I don't get disqualified for doing the same thing

I can't quite understand what they mean when they say "he was using dangerous tracks", but I think it has something to do with how he was overtaking people in the race

Somehow, even though the race begins somewhere down south, like Alice Springs, or even South Australia, it is starting from JB carpark in Berrimah

I am racing and I see a very clear image of a massive highway in the future

This highway is massively wide and made of concrete, instead of the thin highways we have made of bitumen

A truck is driving along the middle of this highway that is similar to one of the massive mining trucks used to transport mined earth

Except I think that this truck is being used for long-distance haulage down the middle of Australia

As if, maybe in the future, we are using massive trucks like these, on massive highways down the middle of Australia, to transport goods instead of roadtrains, or trains

I pass the on-coming truck racing towards Darwin

I am winning the race

Apparently I record the fastest time coming into the end of a section of the race

I slide down a set of stairs on my back, holding my bike

A woman at the bottom asks me if they judge the race by distance and I tell her, no, it is judged by time ...

And I am winning

Then a woman is cooking hotdogs in the oven, along with potato bakes

I ask her if we can put in more hotdogs because I'm really hungry. She assures me there is enough and when I look, it looks like she might be right

She gives me a hotdog, which turns into a sausage roll as I'm eating it

I'm hiding in a corner eating a sausage roll, like a little kid who is clutching a meal that's all theirs, as if it's something to be treasured and they might not ever get another

She calls me over and asks if I want to try something she is cooking for me

I go over to the oven and the potato bakes are ready. They are covered in melted cheese and look delicious

She mixes one of them up and asks me to try it

I blow on it to cool it down before eating it. But something tells me it's already cool enough to eat

I think this has something to do with fat being eaten away off my body, because I also saw a momentary image of fat cells being broken down

Then at the end of the dream ...

I am on a train, looking downwards out the window

We are at least 4-5 storeys in the air, looking down on the Stuart Highway, passing the Narrows, heading towards Darwin City

I'm looking down at the newly constructed government apparent buildings in the Narrows from above as we pass them

They can literally walk straight onto their balconies from the road

It seems there is some type of 2 layer road into the narrows now

Something in me is confused, because they weren't supposed to be able to access the outsides of the elevated buildings, because they aren't actually balconies, they are just outside parts of the building structure. Yet not only have they allowed them access, they have facilitated it. And, on the front of the building, they have even gone through extra construction to add access where there should be none and give them balconies

It is all very strange to me and seems dangerous, though, it does look well built and reinforced

Then the train I am on turns right at the Stuart Highway overpass onto (over the top of) Bagot Rd, heading towards Casuarina

The train is so high off the ground that we pass over the top of the overpass

American Stock Car Racing And Russian Nuclear Submarines

I'm American and I'm watching my son win American stock car races such as NASCAR and/or Daytona

He is so good that they begin to analyse how he drives, to see how it differs to other drivers

What makes him so good, compared to everyone else, that he cannot be beaten?

As his father, I help them with their studies, allowing them to analyse how I drive

They see something in the way we shake hands, to do with our index fingers, which is similar to how we grip the wheel. The position of our index finger both while shaking someones hand, as well as gripping the steering wheel, is different to most peoples. We hold our index finger separately to the rest of the fingers, almost as if we are pointing with it

We also both also share a driving trait with Australian Racing legend Peter Brock. Driving holding the steering wheel from the side with our right hand, while resting our elbow against the window/door

While analysing my driving style, they realise that I can drive a stock car just as well as my son, if not better

Then in driving a stock car against him on the track

He is angry because I'm beating him

I'm unapologetic

If I can drive better than him, I'm going to. He just needs to get better to beat me

Which I think he might/may actually end up doing. There is a momentary sense of him beating me, or me getting caught up cars on the track, like I no longer win

Maybe I crash

Then ...

Instead of being a American father given a stock car to race in against my son, I'm a Russian father being given a brand new type of nuclear submarine

This submarine the most advanced piece of technology Russia has the created

Like the American version is myself, my son is annoyed, because the submarine they give me is newer and superior to the type that he is given to captain

And rather than getting caught up in traffic, I get the sense that this submarine can do places no other someone can go

I see a shallow, muddy causeway. Most boats would struggle to pass through this mud, let alone a submarine

This submarine surfaces and pushes through the mud with ease, coming straight out the other side

It's as if it somehow burrows its way through, coming out the other side like it was nothing

Something my sons submarine can not do

I think this dream has (may/might have) something to do with teaching a lesson to those forces who world interfere in this world with things such a those who shine to brightly in this world ...

And are gone too soon

Something interferes with them when this happens

Something in this world tries to "balance things" by taking them from this world

The same form of intelligence that does this is actually responsible for all the dangers that come as a result

Though I doubt it would admit or acknowledge it ...

It's interference will almost always lead to a far bigger problem

Something it will again likely try to preempt, resolve and again, make even worse

Moving Picture Printers On Standard Paper

I'm some time in the future

My friend David is visiting me at my house

It's my house on Kailis St, the same one I live in now

David is dating someone who works at a printing shop

He gives me a standard piece of A4 paper with a printed image on it that is moving like a video

It's a video of me driving a golf buggy that we filmed at some stage when we are hanging out together. Where I'm pretending to race the buggy as a joke, as if it's a race car, when it's so slow that senior citizens on their buggy are faster than us

I'm amazed at the fact he can get a movie video file printed on a standard piece of paper

"How the hell does it produce sound?" I ask looking at both sides of the piece of paper amazed

For a moment I am transported into the physics of how I think it works. With cascading layers of ink, repeatedly collapsing their structure, much like layers of image stacked on each other in a disk image

You need a special type of printer, which he has brought with him to my house

This technology is not just new, it's never been seen before, or even heard of yet

It's amazing to me

I start to create a mobile phone message that includes both my brothers, my Dad, my sister, Mum and everyone else that would be amazed to see it

But I'm looking for my Dad in my phone and I can't find him

As normally happens in my dreams, things keep stupidly changing, so I can't use things such as technology when I want to

The interface on the phone keeps changing and I keep having to reanalyse it, to work out how to use it

Then while I'm working out how to use the phone, I lose the piece of paper

For some reason, now there is mountains of pieces of paper on my bed and I can't find the piece I need/want

I'm falling asleep as I do it

David says I'm exhausted and wonders why I'm trying to stay away

I tell him that this is just what life is now. I'm not exhausted, but I need to sleep

He talks about the direction I'm sleeping in and how it agrees me

Then, at the end of this dream, I'm sweeping the floor in our loungeroom, all the way down to my bedroom

For some reason the floor is dirt and I'm raking the dirt, roughing it up and making it soft and fresh, as if I'm preparing it to have something planted in it

Then I'm looking into the door of my sisters old room, next to mine, and I see some type of electric creature

It has luminous green eyes and outline to its face

Almost like it's eyes are made out of big night-vision goggles, glowing luminous green in the dark

It is humanoid, but it is cowering down with its head near the ground, so low I have to look down at it

We look at each other and I feel anger towards it welling inside me

I wouldn't say I hate it, but I'm definitely not fond of it

I turn and walk into my room with a feeling of "live and let live". Even though I dislike whatever it was greatly, I leave it be and don't negatively effect it

This same night, I've woken up and my sister is vacuuming

I've also woken and looked at the tiny green dot glowing in the dark from my Toshiba Notebook

This makes me wonder how it we see our surroundings without eyes while we are sleeping

Speaking "Hermetic Egyptian", French And Other Languages

I'm explaining to a woman that I speak languages I don't understand

She doesn't believe me, so I speak to in a middle-eastern sounding dialect

I tell her it's "Hermetic Egyptian"

A woman named Shannon appears dressed as a French-woman, so I speak to her in French

It turns out she doesn't know French

I start speaking another language and the woman mocks me speaking gibberish to imitate me

This annoys me because what I am speaking has a undeniable structure, which means she is a blockage (intentional naysayer). Those I don't consider to be real people

Bradie And I Laying In Bed - Related To Last Two Dreams

This vision/dream is one I had a long time ago that was very real

This one was more than just a vision/dream, I was seated on someone elses body. I could see, hear, touch, smell, taste, everything

For a moment I could even take over their body to consciously speak as myself

I was laying in bed talking to Bradie. It was not sexual, but I still won't go into detail

I realised consciously that I was someone else and I took over their body for a second to let Bradie know it was me

"Bradie, it's Sam Korn" I said, then started to explain that I don't know how I am there, that I just woke up there ...

But as I'm doing it, my control over them slips and I wake back in my own body

She definitely heard the "it's Sam Korn" part though, because she replied to me saying "What? What do you mean?"

I think this is somehow directly tied to the dreams I had tonight

Band Recording With Producer

This vision/dream leads into the other vision/dream I wrote about before this where someone was trying to kill me

I am listening to a band record with the same producer I recorded with

He is the same producer that my band recorded with

Two band members names are Ross and Caleb

I listen to their recording and tell them it is good

There is allot of detail I'm leaving out and won't go into

Someone Trying To Murder Me By Clubbing Me Over The Head - I Kill Them

I won't go into the exact details on/with/about this vision/dream because it is very full-on, intense and violent

Too much details would be more horrific for me to write, than it was to experience. Let alone sound psychotic to anyone reading it

I'll put it very simply

Someone has been killing people. Somewhat like a serial killer. It is in the news or something similar, because I am aware of it when this person is talking about it

He is driving a 4WD and giving me a lift somewhere

I'm not sure if I'm hitchhiking or not, but I'm getting a lift of him somehow

It's in rural/outback Australia, or similar

The people who have been killed have all been clubbed to death with heavy objects

He tells me he is the one that's been doing it

He pulls out a wrench from beside his seat and hits me in the head with it while he's driving

I wrestle with him to get it off him

Even though he's hit me once over the head, I'm still not fully aware of the danger in in, or that I'll have to kill him

It hasn't funny sunk in that he's trying to kill me yet. I'm trying to think of some other explanation

Surely he's joking about killing those other people

Surely he's not really trying to kill me

It while I'm struggling to stop him from clubbing me in the head again with the wrench, he grabs another wrench in his other hand and hits me in the head again with that one

Now I'm struggling to take two off him, he simply drops on and grabs another

After being hit in the head a third time I realise he's not going to stop and he's trying to kill me

Its hard to stop because he keeps grabbing another heavy club, then another, then another and I've only got two hands to try hold him back, hold one of his hands and try stop him swinging with the other

So I grab one of the wrenches and I swing back

I don't want to kill him, just stop him trying to kill me

I just want to knock him out

But he won't stop

And I can't knock him unconscious

I end up clubbing him repeatedly in the head, harder and harder each time, to try stop him

In the end he does seem to go unconscious, but somehow it feels like he's still wrestling with me

He ends up throwing up foam

And I'm still hitting him in the head with the wrench. I won't stop until I know he's dead and I'm safe

I won't go into any more detail, but he stood stops and I'm safe

Though the car has gone off the road in the process, ran into something and come to a stop

Besides a sore head and some scrapes and bruises from the wrestling and him clawing at my face, I'm OK

And he is more certainly very dead

His head very unpleasantly hunched over I my lap in the passengers seat, making a mess

I call the police

They question me and I tell them my story

They don't seem to believe me at first with one cop questioning my story even though I've got large lumps on my head and scrapes on my face from the mans fingernails ...

And I'm obviously traumatised

I start trying to explain myself incredulously to the cop. Why would I kill the person driving the car while they are driving? Why would I call the cops?

It doesn't make sense and I can't believe her questioning me like I did something wrong when someone just tried to kill me

Another cop, hearing what is happening, immediately stops him from talking to me and apologises to me

The man driving the car is well and truly dead. Whoever he was

Another unsettling vision/dream that is a little too real and unsettling for my liking

At least it wasn't as bad as some other visions/dreams I've had

The vision/dream where I was stabbed in the chest from behind with a sword, right under the ribcage was the worst

I could feel everything

I could taste the metal of the sword in the back of my throat (I think it may/might have been a bayonet, I'm not sure because I was stabbed from behind and didn't see them)

But worst of all I could feel the panic and sense of urgency about having it in my body and being impaled

The urgent need to get it out of me while I grasp at it, but being unable to do so, because they are pushing me forward keeping me on it

Then the relief of it being pulled out

From this vision/dream I learned (psychologically) why people aren't able to properly defend themselves from being stabbed again, after someone has stabbed them the first time. Because all you can think about is the taste of the steel, that it shouldn't be in your body and you need to get it out ...

Then when it comes out, your are overwhelmed with a feeling of everything being semi-normal. Your brain wouldn't be able to think fast enough to go properly defensive before it happens again, if it happens as quick as when it happened to me in my vision/dream

I woke up from this one and I could still feel where I had been stabbed. I could still taste the steel in the back of my through, similar to how you taste anaesthetic when it is injected into your body

A unnatural and awful taste

I can still remember it now, unfortunately

It is not something you would ever want to experience

Though the vision/dream I had tonight was rather graphic and unpleasant, at least it wasn't physically painful like some of the others

I didn't feel the pain of myself getting hit in the head in the vision/dream, though I am sure it hurt ...

Whoever it was would have one hell of a headache afterwards

Future Medicine - Injections Into Big Toe

I've experienced this one more times than I can count

Injections being given to people through their toes. Mainly the big toe. Right into the flesh through the tip of the toe, beside the bone

This includes things like hospital drips that are usually intravenous

I'm lead to believe that the reason is that the toes and feet are the ideal place on the body for injecting fluids, because it has the best flow and pressure mix for quick, effective and even delivery into the blood without using a vein

And that it is far better and safer (and quicker and more affective) this way than using a vein

And that there is also some inherent danger with IV that we don't fully understand at the moment, where it causes the body confusion regarding it's chemistry and hence inhibits the bodies ability to react and adapt accurately to it's chemistry. Apparently introducing fluids through the feet fixes this issue because it's registered and absorbed within tissue and the heart at the same time, rather than delivering to the heart first

If what I'm lead to believe is correct, this will correct allot of inherent issues with IV delivery that we aren't aware exist

Visiting Open Cut Mines In The Northern Territory And Comparing Them To Their Relative Geological Position On The Moon

I am in a hotel room with my Mum. It feels like I am the owner of the hotel

We are in room 47

I request a wheelie bin be brought up from a very specific storage room, relative to a specific folder on my computer labelled simply "W". I am hiding something in the folders relative hard storage in the room downstairs

There is a knock at the door and employees of the hotel have started bringing up hundreds of wheelie bins

I tell them that I don't need the whole 47th floor. I just need the one in a room by itself labelled "W"

Rather than mess around, I go down and collect it myself and bring it back up to my Mum

The contents belong to her

The hallway seems to change orientation while I'm gone and I can't remember if we were in room 47 or not

I go to knock at the door, but my Mum opens it before I do and let's me in

I give her the contents of the wheelie bin

Then I'm in a massive tree in the Nothern Territory bush of Australia. Somewhere like Jabiru

A family of people living up on top of large boulders, where the tree grows past

When you climb up the tree from the boulders, there is only one way to possibly get up to the people/family sleeping in the tree

One person stands watch over the way in. Which is me

Something is trying to pull down on the branches and get at the family in the tree

Something is threatening our safety

Then, the tree is cut down

Something cut it down and the tree is being slid alone a gravel like road

I'm holding onto the tree as it's moving, refusing to let go

There are roads in the bush now everywhere

I go on a expedition with the people who are with me

I find someone with a vending machine full of beer. It feels like it belongs to me. Or rightly that it is mine

The cans are coke cans, but they have beer in them

This is definitely about the impact of the British on aboriginal culture

This is where things get very strange

I change into someone far more developed and capable than they are

I'm wandering through a open cut mining site and examining it

The others who were with me are gone. I feel like they were too worried about entering the mining site without permission

There is meant to be a (very) sacred site here. A stone outcrop with something special attached to it. A place where you feel the reverence just be being there ...

But there is nothing here except a car park with mining vehicles parked in it

The beautiful rock outcrop is so far gone that the flattened land has actually regrown trees where the site used to be

People notice me walking around the mining site taking a look. I start to leave and I find the other 2 people who were with me, waiting outside the site for me near the mining offices

It doesn't matter we've been located. I've seen enough to know I'm disgusted and unhappy with that is happening here ...

And we won't be around when they come to get us anyway

I use some type of device to implant a small locating device beneath the skin in each of our necks

Then I activate some type of device that allows us to travel through time and space

We immediately disappear from the mining site ...

And for a moment we are on the moon. It feels as though we are comparing the mining site to it's relative location on the moon. Like they are in reality the exact same geological location, just in two places

Upon comparing the sites it feels to be as if they don't line up. Like the mined site is incorrect when compared to the site I find in the future. They aren't the same world, somehow

The one on the moon in the future doesn't seem ruined, like the one I looked at in the past on Earth

We use the device to teleport ourselves again into some type of future compound

It feels to me like a scientific outpost. Something to do with the device that is sending us through time

I explain a bit about how the device works to one of the people in with while we are travelling through time/space, but I won't go into it here

When we are arrive, it feels like wherever we are, we aren't meant to be there. But I'm not worried. In fact, I don't care in the slightest

I'm not sure the place is on Earth. It doesn't feel like Earth. But I'm not sure it is the moon either, because we just came from there. Unless we travelled through time and stayed on the moon

Wherever we are, it feels like it's hidden, or underground, or more specifically, like we wouldn't be able to survive outside. Maybe because we can't breathe, or because of the pressure, I'm not sure

One other thing I'll mention, is that even though it feels like it is way into the future compared to Earth now, it feels like it is still the past and very primitive compared to wherever (and whenever) we are from

It feels like the technology we just used to travel there isn't ours. It is some primitive version of something that we are easily able to "borrow" without asking

I think maybe we need to physically borrow their technology, because of where it sits in time. It enables us a way to physically locate a particular time and place in history

The people I am with thank me for getting them out of the other time period at the mine

I tell them not to thank me yet, then use a handheld device I locate in the facility to remove the tracking device from under the skin in their neck. Something that seems pretty painful, considering it literally squeezes the skin to push it back out the hole it entered through

Workers at the facility have realised by now we are there and have located us

I'm not at all worried. It feels like I'm allowed to use whatever past technology and locations that I need or want. Though I'm not sure I've ever visited the site, it feels like I'm at home. Like I know the site like the back of my hand

They are in the process of asking us who we are and telling us not to move while they call security, when they receive a message

The person who receives the message interrupts the one reprimanding us as intruders and tells them they have a message from the Queen

He replies and tells them "not now", but they immediately clarify that the message isn't from call-sign Queen, it's from THE Queen

The message they receive says very simply "Release Them Now"

Freaked out, they immediately obey and leave us alone

There is more after this, but I'm intentionally leaving it out

Helping Meika Woollard Centre And Focus Her Thoughts

In this dream/vision am in a room with Meika Woollard. She is asleep and tangled up in some elastic ropes which are also attached to the post of the bed she is sleeping in

I try to really gently untangle her, as not to wake her while I do

I fail. She wakes up and realised she's tangled in long elastics connected to the bed and realises I'm trying to help her and untangle her

I apologise telling her I was trying not to wake her up and she laughs and says it is OK

I realise there is no more point being slow and gentle and I simply break the elastics with my hands and free her

Then she is doing her nails. She keeps saying "Samuel" and I'm wondering if she's calling her nail polish Samuel or calling me Samuel

I'm about to go over and ask her if she wants me to do her nails for her, but something distracts me that needs me attention before I can

It sounds funny to say, and probably would have sounded funny to her for me, a man, to offer to do her nails. But I think I actually knew how to do them when i was offering, because I had a sub-vision of myself doing a womans nails and even showing her a trick to getting a wavy effect with a light gold glittery second layer by hanging her fingers down and lightly shaking them after applying drops in a very specific place on her finger

I think the thing that distracted me was another young girl, because after this I have a girl who is younger than Meika climbing on my shoulders

I'm not sure if she's supposed to be my daughter or not, but it doesn't feel like it

She's not that much younger than Meika. They might even be the same age. But for whatever reason she is sitting on my shoulders, like we are playing, like you would with a child who is much younger

Its all very innocent and sweet. It feels like she is trying to wrestle with me and I'm basically being her big old play-fight punching bag, letting her win

Possibly she is trying to do some type of 'sitting on the man's shoulders', leg grapple style fighting moves like you see in the movies. It seems like a valid reason why it feels like a girl who is way too big for shoulder rides is innocently sitting on my shoulders

Meika is studying while its happening and I notice her talking to herself, like she is answering her own thoughts, while trying to work out the answer to a question

I notice from this that she struggles to centre and focus her thoughts, so I tell the girl on my shoulders to quickly jump off for a second

When I do, she does it, but runs off into one of the bedrooms like I've offended her or hurt her feelings

I almost run after her to explain why I needed her off, but I decide she can wait a minute and that she'll understand when I go tell her after talking to Meika

I go sit next to Meika on the floor where she is studying

"Your mind buzzes doesn't it?" I say to her, sincerely recognising a problem I have myself in how I saw her talking a problem through with herself

She is confused at first, until I illustrate how she is tries to think, but a million thoughts keep jumping around in her mind at once and she needs to constantly try sort through them all

She understands my explanation (with hand gestures to illustrate), freaking out that I understood exactly what she is experiencing

I tell her to try something and show her how to centre and focus her thoughts

It seems to work because she instantly seems like she becomes still along with her thoughts

(I'm not going to detail what it was or how it is done, so that if anyone is ever interested in what I'm writing here, they can ask the question and I'll tell/show them)

I explain to her why it happens

"You are sitting her studying, not doing anything else. But your mind, it wants to be up and doing other things, so it does, even while you are sitting there. Your mind and thoughts become like a toddler running around you in circles, while you are sitting there trying to drink a cup of tea"

She laughs and agrees saying "Oh my God, that's exactly what it's like!"

I go a little more in depth her including offering to show her other ways to meditate and clear or quiet the mind, whilst I'm starting to walk out of the room ...

So that I can go apologise to the girl I asked to get off my shoulders and explain I had something important I needed to explain to Meika for a second before I forgot and that's why she needed my attention

I woke up here

Flying Around A University. No Singing For Me

I'm flying as I often do in dreams

And as also often happens, I'm unable to control how I land. Something else takes control and puts me where it wants, instead of where I want to be

When I land I see a guitarist I know named Tristan

I explain to him that I sometimes have trouble landing when in flying, like the TV show 'The greatest America hero'

He walks of with a group of people to do something so I follow him

We end up in a massive outdoor University courtyard that looks like a undercover study hall filled with concrete tables

There are also of students there gathered for what I believe is their lunch, or maybe a study period

They are all gathered because in the corner there is a small podium-like stage and small P.A that musicians are taking turns performing songs through

It looks like a open-mic thing for the students at the University

The person on stage is performing the 'Believe it or not' theme from the TV show 'The greatest American hero'

I get excited for a moment because this is my chance to perform in front of a crowd and show them my musical talent

I run up to the person organising the stage to ask if all the slots are full and before I can even ask they say "Yes they are all full ... Sorry"

I'm sad and disappointed I won't get to sing

I start to ask them if I can perform tomorrow, but they aren't paying attention or listening to me ...

Then I wake up

Warning Someone As A Grey Alien

I am a Grey Alien. Or some similar type of humanoid creature with black eyes

I am with a group of humanoids with a similar appearance to us/those here on Earth. I don't know for sure if they are though, or whether it is maybe far into the future, because the technology they are using is far more advanced than anything we even dream of in this world

I don't remember the start of this dream, but I know there is more to it

I am somehow assisting them, or cooperating with them to work on something, understand something, or develop something they (and I) are working on

Its hard to explain because the technology and what they are doing doesn't really make enough sense to put into context in a way people here would understand

I can understand by how I felt, the general idea of what they were trying to do, but I couldn't explain how the technology worked exactly, or what the purpose of it is/was

Basically (very basically), they were using a concentrated blue energy, or beam of light to manipulate perceived dimensional reality

So that although you are still within your own body, everything around you slipped into a different version of reality

Everything to could see, taste, smell, feel, everything, was somehow layered or folded over your perspective of reality in (and to) this world, like a superimposed image

The humanoids tried to intentionally trap me within the beam of light, by all but pushing me into it, while I was helping them with it

I saw reality after reality folding over each other and changing like the channels on a T.V and I felt sad because of what they were doing

It was unfair. I was trying to help them. But what they are doing, they know they aren't allowed to do

From what I could tell, by what I felt, they were somehow using the technology to scan (search) me

They were trying to forcible see through into my extra-dimensional self or my origin. Something I wouldn't give them or allow them to see

I felt frustrated and sad as they were doing it, even though I had the ability to forcibly stop what they were doing just by thinking about it. Pausing the scrolling realities on a almost cartoon-like dinosaur world they had created to scroll through my mind (I think they are possibly using these as some type of triggers to find similar real dimensions in/through my mind)

"You are going to make me have to destroy this world" I warned the mind attached to mine

He immediately questions my ability to do and we are talking telepathically as if we are both connected to the same machine. Like he is my mental "interrogator" of sorts

I assure him that I cold very easily destroy the entire world and start it all over again of necessary. Though it made me feel sad to say it, like there are no reason I should have to do it and it would be shame. A real waste of something beautiful

But it didn't feel like they are giving me much choice

I didn't feel like anything we endangered. More like how a parent would feel having to ban their children from the kitchen, when they really want to cook dinner, because they are obviously too young and there is too much chance they will burn themselves

Except in this case it's more that they are old enough, but they are just to fucking stupid to be trusted not to burn themselves around something hot

They can't be trusted. And that is sad because I was literally trying to help them achieve and understand the thing they decided to try steal from me by force

When I tried to express my sadness and annoyance at the fact I'm going to have to destroy the world (with them in it) to start again, the mind attached to me decided to try use it to accusively mock me, like they in control, or some type of authority (under the illusion of such), by basically accusing me of thinking I'm God ...

Them pushing something into my mind the equivalent of "So you think you're God?" In a patronising and condescending manner as if they owned me, or had me trapped, made me angry. IT REALLY PISSED ME OFF. But this wasn't like a normal anger I'd feel in this world, it felt more like opening a black abyss of emptiness, where all "reality" ceases to exist. Where there is no "superior" or "question of God", because there was no "emotion" or "thought" to be known. I wasn't feeling anger, though I knew I was angry to the point of bitter venomous hatred, because there was no anger where it was felt. There was just a massive emptiness, with no thought, no nothing

A emptiness that was both nothing and everything

Where it felt like colour, like thought and everything were both pure and non-existant at the same time

Wherever it was I was taking the mind attached to me, it was only meant to prove a point and scare them, but there was no doubt it could easily swallow or destroy them faster than they could know what's happening .... if I wanted to

"LOOK INTO MY EYES" I told them and immediately imparted massive amounts of what I can only describe as "knowing", where they understand that there is a very good reason my eyes are completely black and theirs aren't ...

Because they are tethered and I'm not

It could maybe be described as something like trying to explain to a conscious entity in a computer game, that they are inside a virtual version of the reality you are playing the game from ...

But I don't want do demean or deminish their worth. Because it is strangely similar to this analogy, but also completely different and contrary

I don't want to disempower them or make them feel insignificant, just make them understand they are foolish to be doing what they are doing, from their position

Maybe like showing a kid what a shotgun does to a pumpkin, so they know why not to point it at their head

A big, DON'T FUCK WITH ME

While I'm doing it, we slip into a real alternate "extra-dimension". Not a machine simulated or manipulated version like theirs, but a real "slipping into a black abyss where all reality ceases to exist" type

Everything morphs into a enveloping blackness as I tell him to look into me eyes. Everything known, or that could be known, temporarily ceases and I drag him down into what would probably seem to him to be some type of hell

Don't ... Fuck ... With ... Me ...

Then I wake up

One thing I can say about being the grey alien being in this dream, is that when I told them I could end this world if needed, if they forced me to, I meant it

There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I was capable of ending this world ...

And starting the universe all over again, if necessary

Though I felt like I hoped I didn't have to, I didn't really seem to me like it would even be too much of a problem if I had to do it. Just a inconvenience and a shame

Getting Shot In One Dream And Shooting Others In The Next

Two separate dreams, one after the other

Someone wants plants I have to make drugs

When I give it to them, they give me what I think is a inferior version of the plants back. I accidentally throw it back into one of their backpacks

One of them tries to have me beaten. I resist and and up beating them instead

I tell him "If you are trying to teach me a lesson, there is no need, I've been learning it my whole life"

The man turns Indian and pulls out a .22 pistol and tries shooting me in the heart. He misses and hits me above in the shoulder

He shoots me two more times, but I turn and he hits me in the shoulder

He shoots me more times. I've been shot at least 6 times. I'm trying to get him to waste all his ammunition so that I can take the gun and teach him a lesson

I'm not sure what happens here, but the man is dealt with

I'm looking at my wounds trying to work out how to pull the bullets out. I'm pushing around one of them, because they aren't that deep, trying to see if I can make it pop out by applying pressure around it

I tell someone close to me in the room that I've been shot and I drop to the ground

For some reason I think there is some concern about me bleeding on the carpet

Second dream I am with a group of seemingly well trained soldiers

We turn up at a rural property that looks like it is in America

We are tactically dressed and all have fully automatic weapons

We approach a group of African American men standing in the middle of the carpark against some type of small building

I ask them "Have you gentlemen seem a no good, racist, redneck, piece of trash named *****?" (I don't remember his name)

They seem amused and point straight across the way in the carpark to a group of white men

One of them notices us and pulls a gun and starts shooting in our direction. Myself and the other soldiers I'm with quickly kill them all. A group of 10 or more

Then people are screaming and fleeing while we split up and comb through the crowd looking for the men were came for, to make sure we kill them all

Most people huddle down and stay out of our way as we move through

I see a girl I used to know named Samantha. She is talking to her son Isaac (who I know of but never met) telling him to put his gun down, not to get involved

For some reason, though Isaac is only a child today, in this dream he is about 18 years old

I see him and notice he is armed

He sees me and makes the mistake of lifting his gun to point at me

I put a couple of volleys of semi-auto round straight through his head and continue to look for the men I came for (who he is not one of). If he hadn't gotten involved, I wouldn't have had to shoot him and he would still be alive

Samantha runs over to him and though I warn her not to, she picks up his gun to try avenge him

I put a couple of volleys of bullets into her chest and head, killing her as well

I find one of the men I'm searching for, wounded in the carpark, trying to crawl away. I very deliberately put three semi-auto volleys of bullets into his head at point-blank range

It seems very overkill, but whatever they did to deserve it, it seems warranted. If anything it feels like they deserve more bullets

I continue though, killing another man who is trying to hide amongst the crowd of people huddling for cover. I don't think any of them are hurt in the cross-fire

A man I am kneeling next to whispers to me to warn me that a man sitting 4 feet behind him has a gun pointed to the wall, waiting for me to go past

I look and apparently the man is tipped off and seems to turn his gun to the head of the man that told me

I lean back and judge where the man with the guns head is, through a thin plaster wall and pull the trigger a couple of times

I move around to find the man who had been holding the gun, confused, clutching a bullet wound on his forehead

Somehow the bullet passed through his forehead, but he's still alive

I shot him point-blank in the head with at least two semi-automatic pulls of the trigger

Then I wake up

By the end of the dream, my team of other soldiers and I, have killed at least 15 men. Though the tally is probably allot higher considering the 4 of us (I think there were 4. At least 2 or 3 of us) split up to go hunt the men

They Created A Loop That Closes Out Without You

I had a rather strange dream involving uninvited people turning up to a hotel room, that I won't bother to go into detail about (Do you know Karate Craig?)

And as I'm waking up something told me:

"That's perfect Sam. We've proven what we need to prove now involving them"

"They made a loop that closes out without you"

"Which means we can destroy them"

Then I saw some type of organism that I assume is tiny/microscopic, but it's being shown to me large enough so I can see it

It looks like a cross between a spiked club (like a baseball bat) and a jellyfish

It is throbbing, like it's breathing. Definitely a living organism

The spikes are like row, after row, of armour covering it's skin. But it moves and breathes like a jellyfish

The rows of armour expand and contract in rings around it as it moves

Certain rings look like they turn inside-out and secrete/excrete something that doesn't look very nice/friendly at all

As I am seeing this organism, something continues to talk to me

"Everyone who is involved in creating the loop (which closes off without me) are now going to be given a very special type of retrovirus"

I could see in my head that they are all going to be killed as I am told

"Which will kill them all nice and quick"

I replied to whatever it was talking to me and requested that what happens to them be pain free

They replied that what happens to them will only be painful for those around them who are left behind, who loved them ...

But for them, their end will be pain free

Escaping From Chaplain Williams House

I am in a house on Adina Cres on the R.A.A.F Base Darwin. Which is across the back park from where I used to live on Billeroy Rd

A house where Chaplain Williams and his family used to live

Before they lived there, the McKeon family lived there

Before they lived there another family lived there. I can't be sure of their name but I think it might have been Sherman

I think there might have been a family there before them too, when we first moved in. I'm not sure though

We were there after the Williams moved out of this particular house too. There was at least one or two families in the house after they left

They also lived at another house up the road on the same street before this. With a list of families there before and after them, in our time in the one house

Somehow I am in their yard. It's like I've been teleported there somehow

I have a song in my head. A original song. Not one I've heard before. I'm moving inside and outside of their house. Images of a music box

I am on their back balcony I try to hum and record the song on my phone like I always do with the original songs in my head so I can remember them for later and/or possibly write them on guitar

For some reason I feel like I need to be quiet on their yard. Like I shouldn't be there

I want to leave the yard. I shouldn't be there. I don't know how I got there, but I don't want to be there

For some reason I am crawling across the backyard towards the back fence and gate

I realise ut's present time. Present day. Not back when the Williams lived there, even though it felt like it was when I was in the house and on the back stairs

I wonder if these people have a dog? I'm not really scared of it or whether it will bite me, even though something tries to tell me I should be

The back fence is unusual high and has chainwire across the top to stop people getting in. The fences never used to be that tall. They were only around chest height in the past, now they are around 10-12ft high at least, with chain wire on top

I wonder if I'm going to have to climb the fence to get out. I'm still crawling

Then I realise the fence is designed to lock people out, not lock them in

There are steel plates blocking people sticking their hand through and opening the gate from the outside, because on the inside you can simple open the gate to leave

But they have sensors on the gate. I realise the gate is likely going to make allot of noise or sound a alarm when I open it, but I want to get out

I open the gate and I hear a loud buzzer inside the house, telling someone I've opened the gate

I quickly walk out the gate and close it, hoping that it will stop the gate buzzing and nobody will chase me. I only wanted to get out. I never wanted to be in there. Hopefully they won't chase me, because u can't run

For some reason I am limping and incredibly slow, like I'm wounded. Something which seems to happen allot to me in dreams like this

I consider jumping into the yard of one of the houses on Billeroy Rd to hide from whoever it was the may/might come after me

But something told me I didn't need to

I woke up ...

And immediately felt a sense like I have/had taken something back from chaplain Williams daughter Fiona. Something of mine she's had for a long time

I'm not sure what it is, but whatever it is, I thought it was possibly something she wasn't supposed to have, or wasn't supposed to have taken from me

Something reassured me it was nothing like that ...

But it was something "they" never thought they would have to take back from her

Not sure exactly what that means, but I think it has something to do with the original song I heard in my head

A song which I then recorded a basic hummed version of on my phone in the real would to ensure that whatever it was I was supposed to have taken back from her, was definitely taken back

Using Explosives To Open A Passage At A University - Renaissance paintings

Someone has set up explosives underground at a University

I blow 3 of the 5 that are down there. 2 won't detonate

We try fixing the detonator and switch till eventually they go off

I'm in a big empty chamber. There is nothing in there

I know that the people who set the explosives are trying to steal things in the adjoining room, using the newly blasted chamber to enter

They all work at the University. They are trying to steal from their own work

I tell those that are with me not to enter until we have worked out how to enter the room and what they are after, because we might only get one shot at it

I call a man I know called Stuart who works at the University and was involved in the plot to steal from the room

I tell him I know what they were doing. I ask if he wants to help us instead

He can go equal 3rds shares with the other person that is helping me. He agrees

I return to the room. Something is trying to break in through the window. I catch it out and it disappears into the soil

Then I'm in a bus driving down a hill on tracks. Inside the bus on either side are also tracks with a small flying vehicle moving down either side. I laid these tracks. Both internally and externally for the flying vehicle and the bus

I know I laid them all because I consider the modifications needed for the internal tracks and I also consider whether or not I have laid enough track downhill for the bus as it brakes to a halt at the bottom of the hill

There are some type of famous artworks in the University I believe

In a earlier dream I saw a catalogue of famous artworks that appear to have been stolen or otherwise "disappeared" from the world

In the catalogue there are pages missing, denoting artworks, which are not being disclosed or shown within the collection

But because there is a page there missing, then it is obvious the artwork exists

More than just exists

It is obvious that these are the artworks which most need to found and revealed

These are what I am after

I think these artworks from a earlier dream are relevant to what I'm trying to steal in this dream

Possibly like the Renaissance paintings ...

Which have a true image painted with strong, high-quality paints and pigments, hidden under a second layer image of low-quality paints and pigments, intentionally covered up because the artworks were deemed unacceptable at the time, so that in time the true artwork underneath would be exposed to the world, as the top layer crumbled to reveal the true artwork

This is literally what the word Renaissance means. They will be reborn

The only reason we haven't seen the true images that lay underneath the false second layer images, is because they keep "retouching" and "restoring" paintings

The disgrace is that they know very well, the true image is hidden underneath. They just refuse to let the veil be removed

St Petersburg

Something to at with St Petersburg and possibly a Cathedral

Then after this, I saw some type of human/feline cross species being laid on some type of hospital bed

They appear to be sick

They are being weighed, to see what's been done to them. To assess the damage to their health

Burning Coastline

I saw a very clear and graphic vision of the coastline. I think it's San Francisco or L.A somewhere. If not, it's definitely in the U.S.A

The coastline is burning a golden colour. At first it looks like a sunset, but then it feels to me like it isn't. That's not the sun that's making it burn that colour

I start to look deeper into the image, but it vanishes before I can see. Maybe a tanker ship is burning off the coast

Whatever it is, it's drawing everyone's attention

A massive fire that makes the coast glimmer with golden fire like it's sundown

Something to do with a ship

My House On Billeroy. Pine Trees In Darwin

I arrive at the house I grew up in on Billeroy Rd

I'm not sure how I've arrived there, but I've left my helmet and motorbike somewhere

Something gets confused here. There it a helmet and gloves for riding, with no bike. And there is also a motorbike there for riding with no helmet and gloves

People are driving by, screaming at the line of cars waiting to enter my house on Billeroy. All of which I believe are my family members

These people are screaming that we are moving to slowly

I look at the license plates on the cars and they go quiet, realising they might be in some trouble

I'm not really able to get the license plates. I rush inside to get my motorbike to chase them and get all their details

But my bike isn't there. I wonder how the hell I got there

I ask my brother Daniel to give it a lift to Casuarina. I think I'm heading to my place (my Dad's house) in Wanguri on Kailis St (Degree Angle)

He says he will give me a lift

He has just finished peeling a wrap of a old convertible sports car in the driveway

A beautiful blue car that resembles a old 2-seater Corvette, except I don't think this is any car that actually exists

He says he will give me lift and I ask if we are going in the sports car and he says yes

As we are pulling out to leave I notice a massive tree growing on either side of the road

The houses across the road which have disappeared in the real world have all been returned and in their front yard near the road there is a massive pine tree growing

Then I notice just inside the fence of our house across the road from it, there is also a massive pine tree growing

Pines trees in Darwin?

I point the trees out to my brother, emphasising how massive they are. Even though the physical bark on the tree looks infant, the trees are 2-3 storeys high

Taylor Swift Is The Opposite Of My Wife

Exactly what the title says. I'm talking to people and work out that Taylor Swift is the opposite of my wife

It means my music is supposed to be well known

We start debating the meaning of the word Christ and who the so-called "Anti-Christ" is

I get furious at those I'm talking to at them trying to tell me that Christ doesn't mean anything specifically, that it's just a name

I scream at them because I know it has a repressed meaning in English and I'm sick of them trying to tell me it doesn't

I scream at them to stop trying to tell me the colour black isn't black and the colour white isn't white

If there was another colour, I would know it

Or I think in this circumstance, I would not be happy to not know it's name in definition

I will not be happy until I know what the intended definition is/is supposed to be

I woke up considering what the definition could be, comparing Christ to Christmas

Jesus Christ == Sexually Intimate

Christmas == Intimacy?

That works. Not certain it's correct, but it certainly does fit with the theological stories and makes more sense than the nominum touch, where we believe Jesus Christ is a name instead of being told the (true) definitions of the words

Reverse Dream Analysis Example - Direct Correlation To Real Life - Going To Mums For Dinner

This is comparison between a dream I had and the real (opposing alignment) events I experienced, that/which directly correlate, to give you some context on how they relate to each other. It gives you example of how dreams work on/in a localised sense. These have much larger linear correlations as well, this example is just the very obvious personal aspect of a much larger and deeper alignment of the pre-effigian world to the waking (what we call "real world") effigian world, that we experience within our container/doorway/body

I'm chasing a submarine through some small canals and rivers, like in Venice, except they are in Darwin

I ride my motorbike to my mum's house through traffic

I'm trying to catch up to it. Something tells me that they are "slipstreaming"

I try staying clear of traffic (as you do where possible for safety when riding a bike) and a Mitsubishi Triton (Number plate: TRYITON) creeps up next to me along Lee Point Road. I am doing 65 and they are catching me so they are speeding, doing at least 75

Eventually they exit and I follow them into Casuarina Shopping Square eatery

I go through the Vanderlin roundabout towards my Mum's place in Wulagi and they turn off, so I'm clear of any traffic around me

There is a massive line-up to enter part of the eatery. But for some reason the person I am chasing walks straight through the lineup

My family have all parked in the carpark at the back of my Mum's house, for easy access through the back gate

I realise I could have used my ticket from the submarine I was just on to get straight through the lineup and gate. But it's too late now, the submarine that dropped me off has left

I wonder who owns the white Holden SS Commodore, then I realise by it's number plate that my brother John's partner Emma is here (they must have driven, even though they live about 100 metres away LoL)

I wait for someone in line who is buying a ticket from a machine to enter the Casuarina Shopping Square Eatery and they are taking too long, messing around. For some reason it feels as though if I buy the ticket from the machine, I can skip the line. A bouncer gets angry with the person buying a ticket and kicks them out of line. Then yells at me to get my ticket

My Mum's caravan is out the back, ready for them to leave tomorrow. I open the back gate and walk into my Mum's. Normally someone would hear me coming in the gate and greet me, but nobodies around, so I let myself through. My brothers dog Des comes to see who is coming in the back gate. For a second he doesn't recognise me and is on guard with a mean look on his face. I say hello and he realises who I am and gets excited ...

I give him a big pet to say hello (he's such a beautiful dog) 💞😊

Pope Francis Being Arrested For Failed Kabbalah Mirror Plan

I saw the Pope explaining to people who some type of plan works

He has a diagram on paper that looks like the Kabbalah

He shows how the middle part between two points either side acts like a bridge

Then he shows how it can be flipped and reversed, like some type of blockage or way to achieve something that isn't supposed to be achieved

Everyone listens to him and I think his plan is put into action

Almost immediately it fails

Men turn up with handcuffs and arrest Pope Francis because of his plan

Whatever it did, or whatever the result of it was, it was that bad that a group of men turned up to arrest him and take him into custody

He seemed confused, but allowed the men to handcuff him and take him away

Biggest Formula 1 Crash In History And Private Jet Crash

I saw Formula 1 cars pouring into the first corner at the end of a long straight

The lead cars all crash into each going into the corner and leave wreckage far enough into the corner that it can't be seen until after you enter it at speed

More cars crash coming into the corner and these ones completely block the corner

The rest of the cars in the race arrive in less than a few seconds. Faster, unfortunately, than the warning can effectively to out about the crash

The crash must have taken place on the very first lap and corner of the race, because there was barely time to register that the first cars had crashed before the entire field of cars starts running into them. Or maybe it was after a restart. Whatever it was, the entire field was condensed enough that none of the F1's could avoid the accident entering the corner

The entire field plow into the cars blocking the corner. Some going over the top of those they crash into, some going under them. The pile of crashed Formula 1 vehicles getting bigger and bigger

It was strange to watch, as if the vehicles were breaking up and filling the space in the corner, rather than pushing the crashed vehicles out of the way and clearing the track

At least one driver was announced dead. I heard the commentator announcing it during the broadcast

Not sure if any other drivers died later, but the crash looked really bad

Then I saw people inside a private jet as it crashed

I think they were taking off at the time

I heard the whine of the engine suddenly go very high, like the pilot was trying to give the jet as much power as could very quickly

Then I saw people inside being thrown around

Then I saw grass up against the left windows of the plane, like the wing had snapped off and the plane had rolled onto it's side

After this I saw the crash from the perspective of being the pilot, trying to pullout as the jet suddenly dipped towards the ground for nothing

We appeared to be over the airport still which is why I think we are taking off

I (as the pilot) dipped the left wing downwards to contact the ground first as the plane dropped towards the ground, to prevent the tail from hitting the ground first

For whatever reason it felt like that was the safer option and way to crash, because if we hit the ground tail first, with the nose in the air, it felt like it would be disastrous ...

And I think it worked

We lost the wing, but the wing breaking off seemed to absorb the impact as we hit the ground and we came in softer, rolling the fuselage, which I think ended up fairly much intact after the crash

I'm fairly sure everyone survived the crash

I wondered why and how, a private aircraft carrying Formula 1 executives would crash, exactly after one of the biggest Formula 1 crashes (if not, the biggest) in history

Something seems very deliberate. These don't seem like accidents, even though they were

It seems to me like someone is targeting them

I get the feeling like there is some type of deep-seeded illness or negative energy emanating from within the Formula 1 world. One that nobody sees or is aware of, that affects the whole world in some way without us knowing

Something that needs to be dealt with or cured like a disease

As I was planning on writing this, I could not help but think of Ayrton Senna and the fact that I have always believed his death was not a accident. Even back when it first happened, I immediately felt like something was off off about it. Like it was no accident

I also thought about Michael Schumacher and wondered if there was a deeper story to this as well

Something seems very strange about everything surrounding what happened to him and how it's been kept quiet and private

Generally when people don't want you to know what happened, something is being covered up

I'm not saying that happened to him was done intentionally or wasn't a accident, but something is not right

All I know is that I wish him the best ...

And that whatever sickness it is in Formula 1, I think the world has put a target on its head

Maybe, it relates to something different in simile. Or maybe it's very literal

Rio De Janeiro Harbour Theme Park And A Helicopter Ride

I was on holidays with a group of my closest friends. We were at a theme park in somewhere I think was supposed to be Rio De Janeiro harbour. I say "supposed to be" because the was very different. The harbour was/is far more developed than it is today. There were/are massive hotels and casinos lining the far shore of the harbour, across from where we were, near the mouth

The theme park we are at is on top of the massive island hill of Rio De Janeiro harbour, overlooking all the massive buildings across the other side of the harbour

We are riding one of the few rollercoasters they have at this theme park. For some reason is feels like it might be a water theme park and we are riding some type of aquacoaster, I'm not exactly sure. But I do know that they only have a couple of rides at this particular theme park

I look out at/over the harbour from the top of the hill of the theme park. It is beautiful

I know that the biggest of the buildings, a massive white block shaped building, hanging over the water's edge, across the harbour from us, is a casino

It's enormous in side and you can literally sit over the waters edge a good 5 to storeys up

I think we are staying at the hotel there, at the casino

I ask the people at the theme park about another theme park that is in the area. They don't seem too keen on helping me with finding it and leaving their park

I ask them about organising us a helicopter, to take us across the harbour to the casino/hotel

I tell me friends that they have a helicopter landing pad at the theme park and that we are getting a helicopter across to the hotel

I think I'm also planning on getting a helicopter to the order theme park. But you begin with, I'm getting one to take us across the harbour to the hotel

The theme park doesn't know how to arrange a helicopter

I speak with the casino hotel and they tell me the helicopter will be $5,000. I tell them that's fine

I want to give all my friends that are with me a treat, so I don't care what it costs. I just want to experience a flight across to the hotel from the theme park

I order the helicopter then wonder if they are going to charge me $5000 per trip across the harbour, because they will need to make at least 2 trips, as I have around 10 friends with me

My friends David and Dannie were both there. I'm not sure who the rest were

After I order it, for whatever reason, I am walking down the hill/mountain by myself around the cost

I realise I'm walking to the casino/hotel when I've ordered a helicopter, so I turn around and start walking back ...

When I wake up