Korn Vs Korn (Recording the band Korn)

I just had a dream/vision where I was recording with the band Korn

I heard a clip of the song from the future which hasn't been written yet

I am sitting at a computer mixing/producing the song

The piece I heard sounded/sounds (will sound) very much like the song 'Roots Bloody Roots' by Sepultura. At least with the tempo/feel

The music itself sounded like typically heavy Korn, except it had a fuller mid to high-range chord structure than they would typically use, which sounded like something I use in a few of my songs

It looks like, at some stage, I am going to write and record a song with the band Korn

When I thought about what this was as I waking up, I thought of the words "Korn Vs Korn". I think this may/might be the title we use for either the song or group

BHAAKISA Submarine

I got put onboard a Submarine surfacing somewhere in frozen, Arctic-like waters

I felt claustrophobic in the fact that I could barely fit down inside the access hatches

At first I thought this was a Russian submarine, but I'm not sure it is any country of Earth

I feel like I'm swallowed up inside the craft that is taking me for a ride as it does some type of exercise maneuvers in the ocean

Even though it is freezing, I can't feel the cold at all

It dives deep and I have to hold on and suck up my claustrophobic feelings, as I have no choice

I feel the inertia of it going through a series of turns and (from what I'm being told) catching out It's enemy in the ocean

It's incredible the speed and agility with which it turns

I don't think this is any conventional submarine. At least, not any that we are aware of in this world. It is too fast and precise

I feel it turn to the right so fast, that we twist upside down and the submarine continues operating whilst upside-down, as if it is the right way up

I feel it stop on a dime, then turn nearly inside-out on itself, the turn is so tight

It is as we have come a full circle, to be looking at where our own tail had been less than a second earlier. While at incredible speed

There is no submarine on Earth that could come close to this, it is impossibly fast and agile

It feels like a underwater roller-coaster ride

It takes the submarine less than a minute to finish it's demonstration to/for me

In that time, I'm made aware, that we took out 2 submarines from other countries

Or at least we could have

We tracked and tagged 2 enemy submarines in less than 1 minute from diving

With the second enemy submarine it feels like we very literally swam circles around it to prove how slow and helpless it is against us

I think "useless" would be a appropriate word to describe a conventional modern submarine, against the submarine

Imagine having a enemy submarine come out of nowhere, swing up, around, over the top, back around you, then disappear ...

So fast, that you would have barely gotten to register that it was even there

That's what happened

After quickly toying with the enemy submarines for their demonstration, they resurfaced to allow me to get off the submarine

We surfaced somewhere completely different

They apologised for the inconvenience, but said they could not surface in the same place twice

I am on top of the spire of the submarine as it surfaces and the size of this thing is crazy

It is like standing 15-20 stories in the air ...

And this just the part sticking out of the water!?!?

I jump off the craft, into the water, to get onto the waiting boat

The submarine goes to dive, but stops

Someone has jumped off after me, into the water

I could hear them saying goodbye behind me ...

And apparently they won't go back underwater without kissing me goodbye

It is a woman

It feels like she loves me more than anything

Enough to make her jump into icey water inn the middle of the ocean, just to give me a kiss goodbye

I feel bad for not saying goodbye at first, but I didn't even know she was on the submarine

We give each other a goodbye kiss and the submarine stops diving, waiting for her to return

I get the feeling like they are parents, waiting to leave, while they are watching kids have one last kiss and cuddle. This feels like a really appropriate description considering she literally jumped into the ocean after me to say goodbye

They aren't annoyed at all ...

They just sit and wait patently while we finish and she turns and gets back on the submarine

While I get on the waiting boat

Then I'm waking up

The submarine has BHAAKISA written on it

Bhaakistan? I'm not sure if it's a designation for a country

If it is, it's not one on Earth

But I don't think this is a Earth submarine

Though I feel it is definitely on Earth

Good luck to our Earth navies against this thing. They'd have no hope

It feels like to me, that one of these could take out every submarine and ship on Earth without even having to try

It was so fast, that I feel the only reason the enemy submarines in the demonstration would have even known they were there, is because they wanted them to ...

Just imagine there was more than one of them ...

Or a whole fleet

"Your Little Dog Scared Those Kids"

I think this dream is somehow related to the Kanye West and Kim Kardashian incident where Kim was supposedly "robbed" of her jewellery in Paris

I think this is a negative correlated reflection, somehow

There is something more to the story than what we are told, but I'm not sure what it is

I'm at the gate to someones front yard. The left half of the gate (my left, facing the house) is closed, the right half of the gate is open

I call out to the people inside to get their attention

They come running out desperately screaming at me "not to come in"

I have no intention of entering

It feels as though I don't really like the couple, but I don't dislike them either

Something has taken place and I know about it, but I am not directly involved

Or maybe I was, but my conscience got the better of me

I feel like I was honestly trying to warn them, or inform them of something, even though I was somehow involved in what had taken place, I no longer am

Or maybe I knew about something and wanted to warn them or let them know, without dobbing someone in that I know was involved

They come running out and I inform them that I saw some kids opening their gate

And the kids took off up the road

I don't know if I'm lying or telling the truth

It feels like I'm not being entirely honest, but I am trying to help them. It's confusing

They ask how they know it wasn't me that opened the gate and I'm "just blaming it on kids"

I ask them why I would be hanging around trying to get their attention if I did it? It doesn't make much sense

They seem to agree, or at least accept my explanation

I go to leave and I notice that the woman is in tears, terrified that someone was trying to break in

So I walk back and offer "That little dog of yours? Scared the shit out of those kids. You should have seen them run"

I'm trying to make her feel better and a little safer

It seems to work a little

At this stage, it feels like I am a elderly woman. I'm guessing by way I'm talking and my mannerisms. I feel distinctly confused, in the dream, at being a old woman

Then they are looking for the dog I was talking about, as if it had escaped from the yard

The woman is looking inside the yard

And I start helping the man look for the dog outside the yard

Then I am laying down facing upwards and the man is laying on top of me naked, also facing upwards

It is completely non-sexual, but still feels completely disgusting to me in every way

His naked back and butt laying against my naked front feels revolting

He starts wriggling around while laying on top of me, like a dog would do when they are laying on their back

It feels like this means he trusts me, or it's supposed to be some type of happiness or affection, but it's horrible

I feel violated, though not sexually

I wake up here and all I can think about, whilst thinking 'what the fuck was that about?', was that it had something to do with the supposed robbery of Kim Kardashian in France. Something I was never convinced on

There is something very strange about it

Either it never happened, it wasn't a robbery, or there is allot more to it than we are told

It's none of my business and doesn't affect me in any way, so therefore I'm not really concerned about what the truth is about what happened ...

I'm only referencing it because this dream felt like it was directly connected in some way

Make of that what you will

Splinter Cell Double Agent Dream

I had a dream I was playing Splinter Cell Double Agent online multiplayer

We were playing the 'Boss House' map

I was kicking basically taking out the whole opposition team by myself as a Merc

I had something like 7 or 8 kills, when the map changed colour like it does when you get stuck in the storm feature of the game Fortnite

I was confused trying to play in the storm on Splinter Cell Double Agent because that feature isn't in this game

This game works on a time limit

Regardless, I continued getting kills, even though I could barely see

Several Dreams About My Music - Stealing (Back) A Band Setup

A couple dreams last night, I tried playing my original songs and music

Every time I tried playing my own songs the guitar chords either came out wrong and jumbled, or I start playing a cover song when I'm trying to play a original

Then I start playing on Cavenagh St in Darwin as if I'm busking

I'm playing 'Drive' by 'Incubus' but the chords are completely wrong

Even though I'm playing the wrong notes, it comes out sounding like they are the right notes

In fact the notes are the exact same 'wrong notes' not my original song I tried playing earlier

Then I'm with a group of people that seem like criminals of some sort

We are getting ready for a performance or something, though I'm not sure it is music

I get into a gold coloured Ford F150 pickup truck with one of them

It feels like he is taking me to pay the registration on my car and get my license

I tell him I've paid my registration till December and it's OK. I don't need to pay it

It feels like they are trying to help me out with something

I sense I don't have a uniform for whatever it is we are getting ready for, or going to do and that they want to get one for me

I tell him that it's fine. I'm happy to pay for the uniform, just take me to get it

He seems annoyed, angry or upset, but not at me

Next thing I know we are driving through the front window of a shop that is closed on a Sunday, making a massive hole so the Ford can drive inside

I initially think we are there to steal the work clothes that I need for whatever we are doing, but the truck literally plows into the clothes racks and drives through them

It towns around inside and comes to a stop next to all the guitars and amps

He tells me to grab the guitars

I jump out of the truck and quickly grab all the electric guitars in cases and stack them in the back of the pickup

I grab a bass guitar in it's case and stack in the back as well

Then I yell out to the driver to wait a second, while I grab two small Peavy guitar amps for the guitar and bass

I would have grabbed something bigger, but they didn't have any bigger amps

I make sure I get the power supplies and power boards that go with them

Once the back is stacked up with all the working guitars and amps I can see, I jump in the pickup tray all the musical equipment and we drive off

As we are driving off a gold coloured VS Commodore (or similar year model) with some old men inside, drives up to the shop frantically checking it, as if they are/were responding to a alarm or something

I didn't hear any alarm though

Maybe someone rang them

We drive off up the service road from the shop and instead of stopping at the shop, they start following us

Even though they seem to be following us, somehow it seems like they haven't seen us. They are looking and pointing everywhere but at us. It is as if they can't see us and they are looking for whoever broke in, when we are right in front of them and it would be impossible for them to not see us 

I try to call to the driver to warn him about them, without screaming out and possibly drawing attention to us, in case they really haven't seen us

They turn out onto the main road, running parallel with the service road. They are looking over towards us as I try again to warn the driver

I see a flash of the drumkits and PA systems back in the shop along with guitar pedals, effects and other instruments

It is as if in being asked "Do you want these?"

I think momentarily that it is a shame we didn't get the drum kit as well

As I think it, the driver turns off the service road in the opposite direction of those following us and we are instantly back at the shop

Again he drives into the smashed open front window of the shop and parks in front of the drum kit

It seems as though we have lead them away, so we could go back and get the rest

Or maybe, we were only going to take the guitars, but because they decided to follow us and hassle us, the driver likewise decided we should go back and take everything

I jump out and frantically start loading all the pieces in

It seems like the more equipment I load in, the more appears

Cables, effects boards, drum equipment, PA speakers and cables, speaker stands

I grab everything possible, including the power boards from the walls to plug everything into

I am worried as I'm loading it all that I'm taking too long and we will get caught. Enough so I consider asking the driver to get out and help me

But I sense the answer immediately, that they can't get out of the driver's seat, they have to stay there ...

And that I don't need to worry about people coming to stop me or catch us, just grab everything I can. I've got time

So I took everything musical, of use, that I could find

I filled up the entire back of the truck, to the point I'm worried some might fall out as we are driving, because it's all loaded up in a big pile

It should be alright though

I woke up feeling a little confused, because I would never rob a store like this (or anyone) ...

And something told me that we weren't robbing them, we were stealing something back that they took from me

We were stealing back my music

So I think that initially, I was telling them that it didn't matter, that I would just work for living (hence the uniform) ...

And they decided that no, the wasn't acceptable

So they smashed in to get what was mine

Then, I took only the bare minimum of what I needed, of what was mine

A couple small guitars and small amp/small pieces of the pie

But when they decided to chase us and try take even that small piece back off me ...

Whoever was driving decided to teach them a lesson and give me everything they had to offer

I woke up from the dream before I finished loading everything into the truck, but I'm pretty sure we took EVERYTHING

By everything, I mean that I was looking at the trumpets, trombones and other instruments sitting in their cases and wondering if I could fit them in the truck

I wanted to take everything

EVERYTHING

Mute than just this though ...

I also got a sense that those following us on the gold Holden Commodore couldn't seem to see us, because they were us

They actually represented a phased version of us, that was helping us to take back was ours

That weren't chasing us, they are correlated version of us, running a parallel but opposite course, that prevented us and what we were doing from being interfered with

I also got the sense that the old men in the car were in Grandfather Vincent and my old Uncle Allan (mums Uncle, not mine, but we called him 'Uncle Allan')

They were somehow helping me steal back what belongs to me

Hopefully this means my love of music returns soon

I miss playing the guitar and singing

I've been so miserable since I stopped

But, It's not that I don't want to play or sing, but more like there is no point ...

There is no reason because it feels like nobody wants to hear me ...

Like there is no-one worth playing and singing for

Worst of all, all the music I used to hear in my mind, I can't hear any more

I used to sit and listen to my own music playing in my head and I could hear it clear as if I had earphones in ...

Now, even if I try force it, I can barely hear it

It's like the volume has been turned down so low, you can't even make out the music, even when you are listening for it

And what you can hear is confused, it keeps changing its key and getting confusing, till I can't even remember what key the song is

It's like I've lost my ability to hear pitch as well as sound

So there is no point

Maybe when the beautiful light and love of my life Bradie returns to my life, I'll have a muse worth playing for and it might come back

I hope it comes back soon. Living in this world seems pointless without it

I used to tell people "If it wasn't for my music, I don't think I'd still be here in this world"

Well, I was right. Because this world sucks without music

Bradie is the only good thing I have that keeps me going without music

And even then, I don't even have her as my friend ...

So all she really is, is something to make me smile when I feel like shit

A reason to be happy. Like remembering kittens exist

"Bradie exists" 😥 ... 😊

Then .... 😥

I miss my music 💔

I miss Bradie 💔

I think the two might be related

Because it seems like all love I had for music left my world, when Bradie did

Without her it feels like there is no reason to play and nobody to play for

*sigh*

If I had both of them in my life? This world would be a amazing place to live

It would be perfect 😍🌎

Till then ....

*sigh*

Hearing Bradie Talking About Her Dream

During and after the dream/vision fragments I had in the previous posts, I heard Bradie talking ...

This happens more and more often recently, while awake and asleep. Something which makes me believe without doubt that I am irrevocably connected to her, as is she to me and we are to each other

In one of these in particular, she has just woken up from a dream which impacted her, trying to explain to someone that this dream was different to normal dreams, this one "felt real"

7th Dream Fragment - "Harry The Great" And The Pyramids Analogy

I am with the Actress woman who looks like Emma Watson, but I don't think it's Emma Watson

We are having a private moment, joking and laughing with each other

I ask her what nickname or title she would give to me, if she could choose and she says "Harry The Great"

I think by this, and the fact that I'm talking with a British accent, that I'm supposed to be Prince Harry

She is being serious, but I don't take the compliment well. I don't like the thought of anyone referring to me as "Great", not even her

I lean in to try kiss her

She pulls away from my kiss slightly, making it clear she doesn't want to kiss her

So instead of kissing her like I wanted to, I persist even as she retracts from the kiss, to kiss her gently and quickly on the lips

A light, friendly kiss, instead of the passionate kiss I was going for

It seemed like the right way to go about it when she pulled away from me, to save us both from embarrassment. To turn it into something other than it was going to be

After I peck her lightly on the lips, I pull away from her and smile as if to tell her it's OK that she doesn't want to kiss me

She seems conflicted and asks me a very serious question:

"If you wanted something serious with me (from me), would I even be able to tell?"

I think for a moment, feeling as though I'm emotionally withdrawing from her as I do

I understand the questing she is asking me and I don't want her to misunderstand me, so I answer as honestly as I can, by telling her that who I end up being with, isn't up to me

It feels as though the older members in my family get to choose who it is I end up marrying

I decide to tell her a little story as a example, to liken to my situation and answer get question

I tell her that the Pyramids of Egypt are open to the public each day, between certain hours. But they are also subject to close without reason at a moments notice

So some people come to visit the Pyramids and are told that they can't see them

Even though they are on holidays and might never get the chance to see them again

Even though their flight might leave in a few hours and they could leave without ever having seen the thing they came to see

It's not fair, but there is nothing you can do about it

And even though it's stupid. Sometimes, they don't get to see them and it's for no other reason but someone didn't feel like coming in to work. So the Pyramids are closed

It sucks. But it's the way it is

And even though it sometimes is someone's fault, nobody can really be blamed

She seems to understand the analogy, puts her head against my shoulder and asks if it's alright if I just hold her instead

I cuddle her, telling her I'd like nothing more

...

Looking at this afterwards, subjectively, this doesn't feel like the real Prince Harry. At least, not the one I know (of) in this world

6th Dream Fragment - Dance Videos And Emma Watson

I create some type of app or video competition, where I release small clips of music and people make their own videos to it

Similar to the app Tik-Tok

Except I end up disheartened that it's all to hard and no-one is going to do it

But I still do it anyway

Then I am watching a clip of Emma Watson doing a improvised dance to a "chicken dance" clip of music

While watching it, I go from watching the clip, to being the one filming it

In much the same way as she goes from being someone completely different, to being Emma Watson, while dancing

She is some type of famous actor, but not Emma Watson

I'm attracted to her, even though the dance is supposed to be wacky and intentionally stupid

I tell her as much as she finishes dancing while I film her

I say something along the lines of the dance being so horrible, while also being hot and strangely appealing at the same time

I'm trying to make her laugh, but I'm serious in what I'm saying. The dance was horrible, but something about it was so appealing

Like being so bad, it's good. Whilst also being so good, it's bad, at the same time

She was a great dancer, but the dance was not good

This leads into the last dream fragment where I think, for whatever reason, I am "Prince" Harry

Which leads me to believe that in this dream fragment, it is likely not Emma Watson, but another actress in particular I am seeing

5th Dream Fragment - Correlates To Dream About A Dream

I am looking for something to describe what is happening. I am doing some type of divining using randomly selected text to analyse for hidden messages

Something to do with Bradie I think

I open a Bible at a random page. I am only using the Bible because it works as well as any other text for correlating in such a way, it is not for any religious reason

Something about 'feening' is written that then turns unreadable

All the text turns unreadable

I remember that the Bible got wet

Good thing I have another one on order from the bookshop

Because this one is completely unreadable and useless

4th Dream Fragment / Vision - Car Crash At The R.A.A.F Base Gates

I titled this one a 'dream/vision' because it was much clearer than a normal dream, with far more vivid and full colour

I am standing on one of the small islands outside the gates of the R.A.A.F Base Winnellie, Darwin

I see images overlaid on the grass as if I'm watching a film projected onto it, except real

A car crash

I see a car sliding with flames as is tyres marks. A four wheel drive, rolling onto its side at speed and crashing

I see people covered in oil, burning

A fatal crash. Everyone dies

I wonder if this is supposed to be me or if it's a warning for me and I'm assured it is not

I wonder if it is possibly supposed to be my Dad or a warning about someone I care about (because I see it outside the R.A.A.F Base) and I'm assured it is not

They show the vehicle a little more clearly, as if the assure me it's not myself or anyone I know that I'm watching

It is a new, late-model 4WD. Something expensive like a Mercedes or modern looking Land Rover

Whoever it was died

I wonder if it is supposed to be someone I know of, named Jack

As if to answer, I am inside a door and I hear a knock from outside

I ask who it is, already sensing the answer and I am right. He answers that his name is Jack

I ask what he wants, because I'm not going to let him in

He says that he wants me to give my love Bradie a message from him

I ask what the message is and it is a goodbye message

I'm not sure if this means that it was supposed to be him in the accident, or if he just represents a true 'unseen' person or entity in the fiery crash

But in whatever comes to pass, I'll make sure I pass on the message. He didn't seem angry or sad. It more felt like it was something important he was doing at the last minute, that needed to do, but had forgotten

He seemed like he was in a rush

I wondered after I woke up and thought about this, if the 4WD crash could have something to do with Prince Phillips supposed accident

Something I'm not entirely convinced ever happened

3rd Dream Fragment - RAAF Base Darwin Wedding Pics

A man is standing outside the gates to the R.A.A.F Base in Winnellie, Darwin

He is posing for pictures. A man working security from the gates, for whatever reason, is taking the pictures

The security brings out a arrangement of candles and places them before the man, who is having pictures taken in front of one of the monuments and small gardens outside the gates

I inadvertently get in the picture behind him as I'm walking by, on my way towards the shops, from my old house I grew up in on Billeroy Rd

I get out of the way of the pictures, then watch as the pictures are taken

They say that the pictures are for a wedding

Then a bride appears out of nowhere, in her dress to have photos taken

There doesn't seem to be a groom

The man seems to be her father, not her partner. He is way older and there doesn't seem to be any affection between them to suggest they are a couple

He acts like her father

I congratulate her as she is getting photos taken by herself and she thanks me

I'm wondering why they are getting pictures taken here of all places

Then a massive line of relatives appear from inside the R.A.A.F Base gates

So many that I can't possibly walk around them to cross to the other side, I'd need to walk between them

I still don't see a groom

2nd Dream Fragment - Bette Midlar Song, My Sister And A Baby

2nd Fragment

I hear my sister listening to 'Wind Beneath My Wings' sung by 'Bette Midlar'. I get emotional and sad thinking about how amazing the lyrics are, in relation to the story of the movie 'Beaches' it is from

Then I hear baby noises

I wonder where my sister got the baby from

I ask her "who gave you a baby?"

She answers me but I can't hear her. I ask her to repeat herself a few times but I still can't hear her. It seems intentional, so I give up trying to find out the answer

I hear her talking to the baby, playing a game, asking it a question

The baby answers the question saying "David" in a very developed and clear word for a new-born aged baby

I am shocked it is able to talk, let alone understand a question and answer it

I wonder hearing it answer David, if my friend David is present in the room with the baby as well

1st Dream Fragment - Massive Jupiter Acorn

1st Fragment

I'm inside my Dad's house in Darwin, where I currently live, except the outside entry has been renovated into a enclosed area so you have to go through double doors outside, to get to the inner double doors

There is a massive acorn the size of a netball hanging by a double-length of fishing-line just outside the door

The wind outside is so strong it is winding spinning the massive acorn at incredible speeds, until the fishing line can't twist any more and it stops, to unwind and start spinning in the opposite direction

For some reason this acorn troubles me. It wakes me from my sleep and I feel as though I need to bring it inside

This part of the dream is very vivid and clear, in ashen blue and black colour

I go outside and take the acorn off it's hanger, into my arms and bring it inside

I can sense some sort of danger while I'm in the enclosed outside section, but I'm not afraid

Though I am still worried for the acorn enough, I am taking it inside

I feel some type of assimilation here between the acorn and the planets. In particular Jupiter

I take it inside and I hear my sister in her bedroom talking to her dog Kelsey. I think she is telling her she can't go outside. I think the dog is interested in me, or at the very least I woke her up opening the front doors

For some reason, I decide to put the massive acorn back outside. I think it's so my sister Rebecca doesn't freak out in the morning when she comes out and can't find it

I open the doors again and go back out, to put the massive Jupiter acorn back where it was, hanging outside the door

It immediately starts spinning and winding up again

Some people are outside the door now and are talking about whether or not the acorn is going to break off under the pressure is winding up spin. I think it is my housemate Josh and someone else. I assure them that it won't break off. At least not until the fishing-line grows frail in time from being constantly wound in different directions

It wasn't going to happen for a while

They start talking about the different types of axis and I have to assure them that there are more than 2 axis planes

A Dream About A Dream - Brett Fitirikkos Steals From Me

I am hosting a group of people who are my opposites, or even enemies in some way

They had recently showed me a collection of their rare artifacts. Things of historical significance that are supposed to hold some type of power

So I am returning the favour and showing them my own collection

Things similar you the infinity gauntlet in fictional movies like 'The Avengers', except based in the real world

One of them looks like some type of Aztec Wheel or Calendar that has holes where coins fit into place

There is a slot on-top of the upper left hand side (facing me) where of the coins is missing. I make a point of telling them that one of the coins is missing

After we show them all the artifacts, I open up a couple of draws and show them some of the precious items in my eyes

One is 'The Book Of The Devil'

It is really old, but so pristinely kept, that it looks brand new

(This crosses over into another dream I'll post after this about a fiery car crash, with the current Bible)

The pages are oddly transparent and smooth. They don't look like paper, they are too perfect. They look like some sort of semi-transparent futuristic plastic-like paper. For a moment, I wonder if the pages are human skin

When I open the draw the book is, for some reason, open on a particular page, when it should be closed

I apologise to someone who is with me, who feels to me to be at the very least, the keeper or curator of the book and possibly other artifacts, because I almost jam the book in the drawer as it opens

He assures me that it's OK and he saw it was open

It is open on the page of 'The Prayer Of The Devil' (Prayer Of Mammon), which seems to be the equivalent of the 'Our Father'

I turn the pages and see a reference in the book to someone taking to Paul

Then the person who is with me says that they want to show me a very particular page

I see these some pages are empty. Other pages have spaces where you can write things in or add entries

The page he turns to, to show me, is very specific and I remember it clearly

It is empty except for one sentence and that sentence has spaces allowing you to write your own conditions within the sentence

The sentence says:

"Your are permitted to kill _____ in a _____"

The sentence had been filled in to say:

"You are permitted to kill 86 in a lead-in"

I know exactly what this means, but I won't write it here for the fact that it can easily be misinterpreted by others whom the message was not meant for

But I will say, that I believe/think, It was not about giving permission to kill specifically or literally ...

It was about not feeling guilt in the deaths of those who would die as a result of their own interference in things that were not theirs to interfere in. Deaths that were no direct cause or fault of your own

The conditions by which you could feel guilt and/or be indirectly responsible or guilty for their deaths, I will not detail, once again, to avoid people misinterpreting

Those who are meant to know, will know, though means other than reading this text

In all other respects, I would recommend the understanding that killing is never permitted, lest it be the unavoidable consequence of protecting a greater sense of life, than that which is taken ...

And even in this, it should be done in reverence and respect to what is lost, as to what is taken

I feel, after I show them the book, that it was a mistake somehow

I link the dream, to a early dream that I had, where someone named Brett Fitirikkos stole my bag

One of those we are showing seems to me to quite possibly be the same person as in the other dream

So much so, that I decide to check on my things, referencing to the other dream for warnings on things I should check on, to make sure I am not robbed in this dream

I check for my laptop in my room. It is still there, exactly where it should be

There is actually something extra in this dream I did not have before

My sister has left some speakers on my bed, with earphones. At least I assume it was her that left them there, nobody else should have had access to my room

The room feels like it is at/in a house I lived in/at, in/at Scarborough Beach, Western Australia

I move on into other dreams from this, without waking up enough to write this

They will be in the next posts

Brett Fitirikkos Steals My Bag

I'm having Christmas with my family

It feels like all my extended family are with me at my place celebrating

There are heaps of presents and everyone is happy

We are down in the backyard at night and I'm remotely flying a jet-backpack you to the house

It is a fair distance from my back fence up to the house, like a semi-rural block. It doesn't feel like it is in Darwin

The light goes out on the jetpack. I'm not sure if I made it to the house or not

We all go back up to the house and all my relatives go to bed

I see presents stacked in boxes for all the different kids

I need to find my jetpack so I go outside looking for it

I can't find it in backyard

I take one of my cousins torches/flashlights sitting in the backyard and start looking, I still can't find it

I feel weird searching outside the window of the bedroom where my Uncle and Aunty are sleeping, so I go inside

I look through a vent/skylight inside the house that allows you to see up onto the roof from inside, in case it landed on the roof, but I still can't see it

Again the skylight has a smaller window under it, near the roof, that leads into the room where my Uncle and Aunty are sleeping and I don't want to wake them up

I decide to leave searching for my jetpack until morning when it is daylight

Then in outside and I'm sad

I sit down outside a building that feels like some sort of backpackers hostel in the middle of a mall

I don't know there is, but it's not in Darwin. It is early evening and dark, but it is festive. There is still allot of people out doing last minute shopping

A woman who is with me starts to walk away while I sit down against the building outside

I start crying

I'm bawling my eyes out and it feels like it is because it's Christmas and I'm alone again

I look her as she walks away out through the mall in hopes she will sit with me for a minute and comfort me

It feels like she is only a friend, or at the very least it feels like all I really want from her is a friend. Or at least a shoulder to cry on

But she just looks at me as if to say she's sorry as continues walking away

A teenage boy rides up to me on his push bike and I pretend I'm not crying

He introduces himself as Brett Fitirikkos, as if we know each other and tells me he's putting in job applications, just like I had taught him to

I don't remember who is, or ever teaching him anything. I don't honestly know what he's talking about, but I listen and stop crying whiles he's there

He asks if I'm running the backpackers hostel or if I'm just on welfare. I tell him I'm just on welfare at the moment

Some Greek men are putting on some type of display in the mall across from me. Some type of Christmas display, as street performers

It sounds to me like they are using a small chainsaw or angle grinder on some type of steel frame

I start to fall asleep

I can hear Brett Fitirikkos say goodbye and I can fell him trying to pull my wallet out of my upper right jacket pocket

I told onto it, to prevent him from taking it

He quickly takes his queue to leave and I immediately sense that he's taken my backpack from next to me

"Backpack" I say to him very firmly, letting him know, I know he's taking it

I expect him to stop, thinking that must criminals will have some sort of decency when they are busted red-handed and stop what they are doing

He doesn't have any such decency, he ignores the fact I know he's taking it and keeps taking it anyway

He ignores the fact I'm on welfare and keeps stealing that little I have

I can't believe he's trying to ride off, I get up to chase him but I'm not quick enough

He rides off as quickly as he can through the mall with me yelling "Backpack!" at him, chasing him

'What a complete piece of shit!' I am thinking to myself. I can't his nerve

As he rides off into a alley across from me, I think about all the ways I can chase him to cut him off, but know I'm much too slow to catch him

Another teenage boy on a bike rides off after him, looking back at me for a moment. This makes me think for a second that he is chasing him and going after my stuff, but then I realise it is more likely the other boy is with him and he turned around for a second because unlike Brett Fitirikkos, he seems to have some form of a conscience

I think about what was in the backpack he just stole, if anything

I'm not sure what was in there. Maybe my laptop? I don't know

I still have my wallet and mobile in my pockets

I turn and look around at the people around me wondering where I could find a cop in the crowd to report the theft

My brothers are both suddenly there with me and John, having watched what just took place, shook his head in disbelief and said "Brett, Brett, Brett ..."

"You know him?" I asked and John confirms he does

'Good!' I think to myself, knowing that he gave me his real name. I was worried for a second that he gave me a fake name. At least I know which name to give on the police report

But, I'm not too sure there was actually anything in my backpack anyway

I'm still going after him though, even if it was empty. It's the principle of him not giving a shout when I called for my bag

I still can't believe he wouldn't drop the bag when he was caught and ride off without it. What a scumbag

I take the wallet out of my pocket and realise that it's not mine

'What the hell?'

Initially, I think that Brett Fitirikkos has taken my wallet after all ...

And swapped it with the wallet? But why would be bother to swap it

I am worried because I know my wallet has at least a couple hundred dollars in it

But then I open this wallet and it is packed with $50 notes. I'm not sure how much, but it is allot more than was in my wallet

But the are the old-style paper $50 Australian notes, not the new polymer ones

'Who's wallet is this?' I think to myself. I can't see any ID

Then as I wake up, I wonder to myself if I accidentally put my Uncle Marks wallet in my pocket, instead of mine, thinking it was mine

If so, that means my wallet is most likely still back at home

I hope it wasn't in the backpack

You Can Expect Chaos Tomorrow Night. Total Chaos

Not sure what this means exactly, but ...

"You can expect chaos tommorow night. Total Chaos"

Warning Someone Named Jack They Are Going To Severe Their Own Spine In 2 Days From Now

I am with a woman and her ex-boyfriend tries to force his way back into her life by sending someone around to be a passive-aggressive tough guy, who basically tries "telling us how things are going to be"

He says that he is there to fix their relationship and then talks about moving in and starts making himself at home

I think at this point I start going through possible options of how I could react to this happening

I picture the submissive option of letting it happen

I picture the direct aggressive opposition(s), including attacking him (defending our home) with a baseball bat and other weapons

I picture the legal option in calling the cops to have them force him to leave

They all seem to lead to the same/a similar final outcome, where the ex-boyfriend sends around 3 or 4 "tough guys" to try stand over us

I somehow adjust the situation, being forced in his favour, to be forced in our favour, so that when a outcome is pushed/forced upon us that a group of men will show up at our house to stand-over us, I am aware it's going to happen and I am ready for it

There are flashes amongst all this of them mocking my Father and Mother and their ability to buy their first house when they first started a family. It was as if they were saying they had no option but to concede, or, without them they would never have anything. In my mind that is even more reason to resist. It's cause to fight to the point of violence if necessary

So ... When all the big "tough guys" walk into our house to try stand over us, I am ready

As soon as 4 or 5 of them walk in, double that of my friends walks in the door behind them, trapping them inside

Somehow the numbers become even

Some of my friends that walk in are first off, some of the biggest men you've ever seen

Then, it feels like I 'toned it down' a little and settled for slightly smaller men who I knew would fight no matter what

It was as if I decided i didn't need 'that much' backup and very literally decreased the size of my squad to make it a little more fair

A friend of mine nicknamed 'Animal' that I used to work with as a bouncer/security guard was amongst them

A friend of mine named Dannie who runs his own Krav Maga dojo was amongst them

My group of friends all picked one of the tough guys each and started fighting

I told them that they only condition was, they couldn't go easy on them. They needed to hurt them all badly enough to teach them a lesson, so they don't come back

I approach the last of the tough guys not already fighting and ask him what his name is before I start fighting him

He says his name is Jack. I don't think this is his real name, it felt like this was just a name he picked to cover up his real identity

"Bad choice of name" I said to him and attack him

Something happens here where the moment I go to attack him, I'm disabled from doing so

Even though they were the aggressors that caused this situation, I'm being prevented from attacking to fight back ...

Inside my own house

I'm confused at to what is happening ... How it's possible

Some type of tentacle is coming out of Jacks hand and is stabbing me in the stomach. Him entering my chest is somehow linking into my spine and is being used to control me

This is how he's preventing me from attacking to fight back

He seems amused at what is happening, as if he has control over everything, by controlling me

Others around me that are my friends also become concerned and for a moment seem to want to attack him and help me ...

To stop what he is doing

But I somehow subconsciously tell them you hold back and not to

They hang around him, behind him as if they are ready to attack and want to, but I don't want them to, and so, they don't

I feel more concerned for Jack than anything at this point, as if I can't believe he would do this

I can't believe he would be so stupid

I am so concerned that I become conscious on a higher level

I feels like I become conscious on a higher dimensional plane of reality ...

One that involves a different, more knowledgeable version of myself ...

One that needs me to become physically awake and aware in a sense beyond what I should be in a dream

In order to get the importance of what I'm about to say across to Jack

Because he smugly thinks he's in control, but he has no idea how awful the consequences are of that he's doing

Whatever it is, must be bad, because I dislike him and yet I feel honestly concerned for him, by what he is doing ...

Like he has no idea what he is doing, or how badly it will turn out for him

"Stop what you are doing right now" I say to him "or your spine will be severed in 2 days"

He keeps on doing what he is doing, digging his tentacle into the front of my chest through my stomach, so that I can feel it in my spine, while my friends circle him like Lions waiting to pounce

"Stop it, or you'll break your back in 2 days from now" I repeat, more seriously

I wake up here and can still feel the pressure on my spine from the inside

Whoever or whatever it is, they ignored me

'Jack' honestly think he is in control, through using me ...

To use me against me

He's in for a rude shock in 2 days from now

He should have listened when he was told to 'stop what he's doing'

Plane Crash On Take Off

We are in a plane taking off

The visibility is near zero

The pilot is annoyed at the way the traffic is being routed by the control tower

We are cleared for take off and accelerate on the run-way, but as we do, headlights shine through the fog towards us

The pilot aborts the take off, just as the headlights pull off the runway

It was some type of car that appears to have been taking a shortcut across the runway

We turn around and circle back to the start of the runway at the terminal

I ask my girlfriend Erin, who is with me (my ex-girlfriend) if she is sure she packed everything from the hotel room. She assures me she has and that it is all in the bag in front of us. I'm grateful because we have been to 2 locations before this and I don't honestly remember leaving either of them

I say thank you to her, very sincerely, for taking care of everything, because I, quote "didn't even know we were leaving". I seem pretty out of it and I'm thankful that she is there

The pilot is annoyed/frustrated and decides to accelerate the plane and brake at the terminal, so we can taxi back quicker

He misjudges the amount of speed and when to break and the plane crashes into the terminal

As the plane bends under the pressure is the collision, I am worried about the jet fuel in the wings combusting

But for some reason in more worried about how long we'll need to wait for our next plane

I see flames on a massive element heating up, like a giant heater, or some type of elongated jet engine

Erin and another woman are near the door to the plane, which for some reason is now a sliding glass door

I tell her to open the door and get out, but she is reluctant

The pilot tells them to open the doors and she listens

I grab our bags and leave out through the open doors

As I wake up, I am wondering to myself how much trouble the pilot is in. I feel bad for him, but there is no real way he can cover-up what he did

I get a glimpse of the conversion between the pilots on the cockpit where he says "there goes my job" and I feel really sorry for him

Cains Return - Stabbed In The Eye

I am in my sisters childhood bedroom at our old house on the RAAF Base in Darwin

A person who I believe is a friend of mine from when I was child named Andrew is there

He's been arrested for drug dealing. For some reason my sisters room is the cells

I am with him and his lawyer and none of us can understand how he was arrested without any evidence of a crime being committed

We read through a statement given by someone named Fiona, who I believe is Fiona Williams, the Chaplains daughter on the RAAF base at the time

But as I'm reading it her name changes from Williams to Wilson, then something else

Then as I'm reading it, it seems to be written by a woman I once knew in Perth named Fiona who was the partner of a friend of mine named Patrick

She was usually a unpleasant and nasty sort of a woman, without seemingly having cause to be, in my experiences with her, but I always just tried my best to nice to her, or otherwise ignore her if necessary, because she was with my friends

I read through the statement and was astonished that there was nothing of substance in it and they couldn't possibly think they have enough to go on from this rubbish statement, let alone arrest someone

Yet they did

I wonder if this dream means she had something to do with the police coming after me when I lived in Perth

I'm arguing with the lawyer and asking how the feel they arrested someone without sufficient cause to do so

There is literally nothing here they can legally charge someone with, so why have they arrested him?

I whisper in Andrew's ear not to mention anything about any drugs or any crimes while they have him detained, because they are (again, very illegally) listening in

We move into the loungeroom and I am demanding that the lawyer have charges filed against all involved, including "Fiona" for undue process

As I'm doing that some Asian gang members enter the loungeroom and are talking to me

A asian woman thanks me for letting them know about something that was happening within their organisation. I'm not sure what she is talking about, but I think I let them know that somebody was ripping them off, because she said "thanks for telling us about looter"

And then, as she is thanking me, she quickly stabs me in the left eye. Right through the cuticle, between the eye and the nose

I literally feel the pain of it stabbing me in the head

My immediate thought is, that she is trying to kill me to clean up the loose ends of whatever I helped her with

Maybe they killed the person I told them about and now they think they need to kill me to make sure they can't be traced to motive for it

I'm not sure. But stabbing me through the eye is supposed to kill me ...

But it makes me angry instead

I grab her hand in mine and start slowly and carefully pulling the knife out of my eye

It's a horrible feeling, having a knife slowly slide out of your eye. Impossible to describe and something you never want to feel

Not like my experiences in dreams/visions being stabbed under the ribs with a sword, where you can literally taste the steel in the back of your throat, but equally painful and horrible in it's own way

You can literally feel the dimensions of the knife as it slides out

The girl and those with her freak out that I'm not dead and that I'm pulling the knife out and talking to her still

I say something along the lines of "you just made a very big mistake" and "you can't kill me"

In the dream it actually felt like I was immortal in some way and impossible to kill ...

At least the way they were trying to do it

Once I pull the knife out, she tries shooting me

But again, this does not work on me

I slip into some sort of detached reality while she is shooting me. So I know I've been shot, but I put myself in a safe alternate realm, where it can't hurt me, so that it does nothing

"Don't you get it?" I say to them "You can't hurt me"

I tell them that I am not human

I tell them I am a 'oxy-entity' or something along these lines

Whatever it was that actually stabbed me in the head (the dream is covering up something else doing it) I can still feel it digging around in my head, in my sinuses

I walk to the front door and look outside

I turn and look inside the house and I'm amazed at how vivid and perfectly accurate everything in the house is

It's like watching a high-profile definition black and white film. I'm amazed at the detail they got. Even the couches are perfect

Then I look outside the front door I can see a storm coming in from the West ...

Except this storm is like a rippling sunrise

A solar storm

No heat, just blinding light, albeit in black and white

I hear the ones stabbing me in the head through my eye, digging around in my head, talking on the background

They are excited, like sadistic, disgusting little children taking pure pleasure in whatever it is they are doing

I can literally feel their emotions for a minute, like I'm inside their heads, while they are digging into mine ethereally

They are excited because they say "Cain has returned" and they can't wait to tell everyone

I assume this means that they are going to be telling Religious people such as Christians because that's how it felt to me as they were saying it

It felt like Cain gives them the right to punish (torture in many respects) a group of people they have been waiting and hoping to punish (torture)

It seems they are excited because Cains return means they are let off the leash, to do something which (seemingly) needs be done

Something told me as I was waking up "Something 10 times worse than corona virus is coming in 4 weeks from now"

It seems some type of war is about to take place ...

Or, some type of slaughter

Raising A Baby Cthulhu

I had a dream/vision of a baby Cthulhu hatching from a massive egg

As a baby it was about the size of a 3-4 year old child

I knew what it was and I was reluctant to go near it at first, but the woman I was with babied it instantly like it was her child

Even though I knew it could kill her, even as a baby, it didn't

It let her baby it

It was all yellow as a baby, so I suspect it changed colour as it grew

It looked really strange being held in her arms like a baby because it was so big

It was like a woman holding a really tall pre-schooler in her arms like a new born

But it didn't hurt her

Then I saw it later when it was the size of a 2-3 storey house and it still wasn't hurting her

I knew it was still only a baby though

This thing would grow to be the size of a mountain

I saw a glimpse of it fully grown and even then, it didn't seem like it was going to hurt her

I found myself wondering oddly, what it eats to grow that big ...

If it won't eat her, or others like her

It must grow something like a tree

Emergency Landing With Bradie And Confronting Someone For Claiming My Flowers To Her Were From Him

I'm on a plane with Bradie

I am resting my head against her arm, gently kissing it while I listen to her talk

I love listening to her so much 💞

She tells me she just got in the top 17 of the country on her flying test and I tell her I'm so proud of her

I am 💞 I love her so much

The plane is struggling to take off, weaving through trees

Eventually it does a emergency landing

I'm worried about fuel combusting in the wings, but for some reason when we land, there are no wings

People jump out of the aircraft down the emergency slide

I can't write get to the emergency slide, so I just jump straight down onto the ground

It's not that far down

I turn and look at the plane on the side of a highway

It looks like we are in Perth to me. Somewhere near Morley, though the plane traveled across an overpass as it crash-landed, like the ones in South Perth

I'm thinking about how confused people must be to see a plane on the side of the road

I turn my attention to finding Bradie

I see her holding hands with 'him' and my heart sinks

I try to catch up with them but they keep moving away as I move closer

So I run after them and catch them, determined to confront him about something

Bradie seems worried for a second but I reassure her, I'm not going to hurt him, I'm going to be civil

Then I ask her "does he still claim he sent the flowers and not me?"

She says yes, so I catch up to him quickly to confront him

He hides behind a counter for a minute before I assure him I'm not there to fight, I just want him to look me in the eyes and tell me that it was him that sent her the flowers

He stands up and starts telling the story as if it's from a 3rd person perspective with his tone, but using the word "I". Attributes of lying, like telling a story you've placed yourself in

And he won't look me in the eyes, he keeps averting his gaze you either side as he's talking

I say to him very bluntly and directly "stop looking away, it's a sign of evasion, look me in the eyes"

Bradie laughs because she knows I'm right ...

And I think, because I'm forcing the truth from him and she knows it ...

And even though it may not be what she wants to hear, or what she'll like hearing ...

She likes that it's happening. Enough to let out a involuntary laugh to be making him squirm

He does what I tell him and looks me in the eyes, but when he does, he stumbles over his own words and can't speak

So much so he skips the whole story and says "so ... Yeah" as if he has finished the story, when he hasn't looked me in the eyes and said anything yet

I scoff in disbelief and say very clearly (and a little angrily), while looking him dead in the eyes "you're a fucking liar mate. You know how I know you didn't send her the flowers?"

Without waiting for his answer I said "BECAUSE I FUCKING SENT THEM"

I woke up here whilst saying "And then I sent her another set"

Consensus Or Conspiracy Card Game

I had a dream/vision where I was hosting some of the most famous actors (action movie stars) in the world for a card game

Arnold Schwarzenegger, Jean-Claude Van Damme, Mickey Rourke and plenty of others

They were all downstairs in the lobby of some type of massive building/skyscraper

I invited them up to the (equally massive) private Penthouse bar

It was a very tall building. The elevator went up ridiculously high

At the top, I was a bit confused finding my way wrong around as if I hadn't really been there before ...

Even though I seem to be the one who controls access, as to who gets up there and who doesn't

Everyone else seems to know more about why we are there and what we are doing, even though it seems I'm hosting it

There is a massive round soft-lined table, like a poker table except big enough to sit 40-50 people around it comfortably

We are playing a hybrid card-trivia game that I think is called "Consensus or Conspiracy"

It's a huge game

9 teams (optional number of teams depending on the number of people playing), with around 3, 4 or 5 players on each team (once again, depends on how many people playing) sitting in groups around the table

You play with one deck of cards for each team, plus 1 extra deck, all shuffled into one massive deal deck

Each team is dealt 9 cards for the 6 card bridge and 3 card hold, plus one extra facing card for each team in the game

You pick your 6 best cards for a bridge of 3 cards, over 3 cards that are visible to all in the game. Then you pick 3 cards to hold that are face down and can't be seen by others in the game

One card is then placed face up in an arc visible to each of the other teams as their option card

The idea of the game is to answer trivia questions to a degree of gold, silver or bronze for correct answers, to move your bridge cards up into their corresponding gold, silver or bronze slots to create your personal bridge

Whilst also creating 3 card bridge connections between other players to "connect you" to each team

The winner is the person who eventually has the most gold bridge cards played, of higher cards, of the same kind, when all teams/players are connected at the end

Connections to other players must be of the same number/type of card, with rank holding no baring. Meaning that 2 or 3, is equal to A or King

Gold, Silver or Bronze answers determine how well you are able to arrange your cards on each turn ...

And gold, silver and bronze is determined by whether or not you can answer your question correctly as the designated person for your group on each turn, within your group, or whether or not you need help from the other people and teams by putting the question to "consensus"

This is where the game gets interesting and can be quite complicated/complex with the use of strategy

If you don't know the answer, other teams/players who think they know can offer to give you the answer

This can be mutually beneficial and give you the chance at a gold answer whilst also allowing them a "option" of your facing card as a bronze answer for them, or the possibility of a silver answer for them, if you reject their offer to work together and they end up getting it right, when you get it wrong

Answers given immediately are spoken and there are second chances for initially incorrect answers, except you lose the chance at a gold answer

The idea is to option yourself in helping others, to help yourself build connections and card trade options to other plays, when it is not your turn

Conspiracy comes in, when you play others players off against each other through trade options, or spread disinformation during consensus so that they get the question wrong

You are allowed to convince the entire playing group of a incorrect answer and then write down the correct answer for yourself if you wish, but you do so at the risk of others no longer trusting you, or allowing your collaborations on answers

You can either work with people to try win, or work against them to win

Consensus or Conspiracy

Or work with just a few teams against others

It's an amazingly clever game

The bridges and connections weave together like a DNA strand, in circular form, or a intricately woven web

There are card options between other teams, so they can swap facing cards, if they get your question right (their off-turn) during consensus ...

You can even plunder another players facing cards without their permission if you win a gold answer first try as the designated rep and you have a full connection link to that team

At the end there is a very detailed tree of hierarchy to determine which team placed where

There where balls that where divided randomly amongst the teams at the start with designated countries on them. This nominated those countries for questions that are issued by the veil Queen (literally a woman in a black veil who asked all the questions) and the deal King (a very tall man who didn't say or do anything, except deal cards)

Dream-Phasing. 3 Different Dream Stages To Colour One True Dream

I believe the dream I just had was the opposite side of someone else's vision involving me

A vision of something I long for and hope for, for us both, for the future

The structure of the last paragraphed sentence actually perfectly sums up how it, the phasing, worked

--- I long for and hope for

-- For us both

- For the future

I wake up in a bed listening to a friend of mine reciting Kevin Bloody Wilson lyrics

A song about how he riles up the under 9's football teams at the local park and incites a riot between the two sides

Through the whole song all you can think is how disgusting and uncouth everyone must think he is, (which is the idea of the lyrics), until the end where he succeeds in getting the teams of kids to fight each other, when you realise the genius of the song

I don't think it's a real Kevin Bloody Wilson song in the reality, but it's definitely a Kevin Bloody Wilson song

He is singing it at some type of karaoke in the bar

For some reason there is a bed in the corner of the bar and I'm sleeping it. Or at least I was until he woke me up

I get up and wrap my blanket up around my arm

I'm confused as to whether that is my friend Travis doing karaoke, or whether it is actually Kevin Bloody Wilson doing a gig in this small pub

I walk to the other end of the bar looking for the bathroom

There is no bathroom at this end

The girl at the bar says something to me and I need to ask her to repeat it because I didn't hear her

"Its getting busier now" she said and I agree, though I'm impatient because I need the bathroom to clean myself up

I ask the girl at the bar where the bathroom is and she tells me it is around the other end of the bar

I walk around the bar and it morphs into the second stage of the 3 parts of the dream, which I believe all fit together as one vision for someone else

We are in a different bar, something more like a nightclub with a band setting up across from the bar that appear to be just about to start their first song

They are all attractive women, dressed up in glittery sequins, that look like a professional cover band

I don't know them, but I wonder if they are any good

I wonder if they'll let me get up and sing a song with them

I'll find out after I go to the bathroom

I'm actually excited at the possibility of performing

I walk around the bar again and the 3rd phase of the dream begins

I'm at some type of country club, RSL, or community hall

The sort of pub you can take the whole family, kids and all. But I don't see any kids dancing

The women the are dancing seem to be on a night out

A woman I know named Julia walks in front of me telling me to smile as I walk past her

I'm surprised to see her in my dream

I'm consciously awake to the fact this is the younger version of her I knew as a child and that she looks amazing

She starts walking with and takes my hand as we walk, playfully dancing and talking to me as we go

"Now, I'm going to come visit you in Beirut" she says to me and I am confused as to why she would do that

"And why would you do that?" I ask her, honestly wanting to know

But, I know I'm in some type of parallel dimension here

It feels as though in this dimension, I am younger and i may/might be in the military. 'I joined the military?' I think to myself. 'And I'm shipping out to Beirut?'

It makes a little sense to me, that if, for some reason, I ever did follow this path, that Julia would (or could, so it appears) have been my 'sweetheart', so to speak, because our Dads worked in the Airforce together ...

I'm still confused why she would be coming to see me somewhere I'm deployed

She must be in the military too, maybe? I'm not sure 

But, I'm conscious of the fact that I need to at least act like the version of me in this dream ...

Because I feels so nice to have someone holding my hand that cares about me like this ...

I don't want the dream to end. Even though I know it's just a dream

Even though I know it's about to end ...

I want to stay there/here, like this ... 

Even if I know it's not real

So I cover up my confused question to her, by giving her a cheeky smile, as if I'm joking

She breaks out in a smile and slaps my hands gently as if to say 'I'm the worst' ...

And then I wake up

And something in my cries out "NO!"

It wants to stay longer

Not because of her. Not because of that version of events, where we were or what was happening ...

But because I was happy

We were happy

It, was happy

I wake up feeling absolutely miserable

Until I work out, that the 3 parts of the dream actually fit together in phase, to something that someone else saw

Something that the love of my life Bradie saw in her dreams

If you put the 3 sections of them together over the top of each other in phase ...

Then it means she was shown something very intense and beautiful ...

To do with her

To do with me

To do with us

A vision of love that would be nearly impossible for any woman to ignore ...

Especially considering it would have been in full colour and so damn real, she would have been able to touch, taste and even smell

Now, I just hope I can live up to her expectation with the real thing some day

I love her

I love loving her

I love

Hacking Any Computer/Device In The World In Seconds

I saw someone giving a presentation where they could infiltrate any computer on the world on seconds

They used some type of algorithm that detects common data-strings in internet traffic to identify networks and computers in the data-stream and correlate and populate entire networks and trees on seconds

I'm talking top domain ranges on seconds

They populated the entire tree for Australian users in less than a minute

And could connect any 10 users remotely to a mirrored GUI on 10 computers in their demonstration room in less than 10 seconds

I saw them mirror 10 users private computers onto 10 computers in the room in less than 10 seconds, so they could watch OR take full control

As part of their demonstration they took a spam network and destroyed it on seconds

A group that was responsible for systematic bot-net they used to spam people and steal details, claiming to earn thousands from each infected PC, was 'wormed' and taken down in 10 seconds

By 'wormed' I mean, the software identified data strings within the ENTIRETY of the backbone traffic, resolved and confirmed the connections, and created a display, that identified their activity in the data-stream

It as so good, that they could then apply it upstream and target them

It took about 30 seconds to find every single connection they had

They were in their parent systems and shut down the entire lot in less than a few seconds

The impressive part was that they could populate the entire Australian internet user tree in less than 1 minute

They stated that "although the American network was 10 times larger, it is exponential in the way it populates, so it would only take around 2-3 minutes to populate a tree of every user in the United States Of America

I'm talking every single network. Internal/External

And then less than 10 seconds to connect to any RANGE of computers remotely

They said China would take 4-5 minutes to populate

They demonstrated connecting 10 Mac users, to show it's even easier

Because there is no change in the data strings between computers. They are all identical, so they are easy to map

And because they are using the transport strings (internet protocol) to do it, it was impossible to stop

It's not even real hacking. It's like intercepting the data-stream

To show just how easy and effective it is ...

The person giving the demonstration, who is doing it in the data-stream of a communications backbone (giving the demonstration to a ISP), remote desktops into his home computer ...

From there he runs the same code, using the ISPs domains

Within seconds the national operations centre shows spikes across the board in their bandwidth. A congestion spike. They ask the techs if they could determine where it comes from and he assures them it's impossible ...

Then the spike ends and all their graphs return to normal

In his remote computer, their internal network tree populates in seconds

Boom

Then within a few more seconds, he remotely mirrors their National Operations Centre, into/onto 10 PC's in their room, with full remote control and display ...

Without having access and without being given access, or using any type of authentication

Instant telemetry as if security measures don't exist, by mirroring the transport of the data

He could map the entire internet in less than a hour ...

And access any computer or network with a external/internet connection in seconds ...

And for the most part, they wouldn't even know he's there

Broken Bell Tower

I'm in a old building

They are looking for the source of something, so they break some glass in the ceiling which sets of a resonant chain-reaction

The chain-reaction leads me to a bell tower up in the roof

I am told it's closed for repairs

The large bell nearly fell, so they are repairing it to make sure it doesn't fall

Someone pulls on the ropes hanging off it, trying to pull it down

"Did your hear what they just said?" I asked the man, stopping him from pulling it down, "You are a special type of dumb c@nt"

My Uncle is there and seems kinda shocked by the language I used, but I think he understands the context I used it in. I think he agrees with me in what I think of the man

Then I'm looking down from a massive tree at its roots down in the water

The tree is immense in size

Laying in the water at its roots are some massive heavy balls, possible made of stone or steel, in not sure which

But I relate them to the large heavy Church bell that is in danger of dropping

These massive heavy balls in the water at the base of the tree, within the roots, seem as though they may have already fallen from the bell tower

A bell tower that was somehow inside a large wooden house ...

But is also somehow at the top of a tree ...

Depending on if you are looking upwards, or looking downwards

"Rats With A Sinking Ship" Christians Somehow Survive Their Own Apocalypse. 'Evil' means 'End'

I'm inside the Pyramid of Giza

I'm looking for Bradie Mercer, to make sure she is OK

I go inside a room with a heap of people it feels like I used to go to school with

I ask if she survived the events that killed most of the people on Earth

They said that she was OK

I am relieved. I tell them to tell her I said "Hi"

Then they seem you realise that something has just happened, they weren't aware of. So I ask them to clarify, if she was OK before that even that took place around 15 minutes ago, or after it

I told them there was a incident with some lava washing allot of people away and killing them and I literally see a vision of it happening in my head. Lava flowing around the Egyptian Pyramids. The only reason I survived is because I climbed up on the pyramids to escape it. The lava steam kills a large number of the very small number of people that were left from the prior events

They didn't know

Then I'm outside amongst the survivors

I'm climbing down a hill where people are gathering as if they are having a barbeque and watching a concert

I see a group of Christians that I know from Darwin, including ones that I consider to be some of the truest evil I've ever met in this world. One in particular I see is named Lars Halvorsen, who preaches at a Pentecostal Church named C3 in Karama, who 'asked me to leave' the Church when I visited there once without reason (or the right to do so, i's not his house)

And with him David Ridley who claims to speak in tongues, when it's actually delirium, because he doesn't speak any discernable language

I don't consider David to be true evil like Lars (I call him Lars the liar) because at least he tried to help me, before ignoring me ...

But, in the sense that they all wish to be allowed to 'preach' and 'answer questions' from a book, that they don't also believe others are allowed to seek truth in (when they are trying to correctly translate it and put it into context) then they are by the very definition of the words from their own religion, evil

Satan is the "opposed" or "adversary" by definition of those that seek wisdom

This is according to their own translations. Not mine

So ...

I see them in the dream/vision and I feel immediately disgusted that they survived

The very problem this world is trying to get rid of with what is happening, somehow survived their own cleansing. They survived their own apocalypse

I can't believe the very cause of the problem, somehow survived it's cleansing

I shake my head at them when I see them and as I walk past them I say "Rats with the sinking ship"

As I'm walking away I hear one of them say "At least the Muslims copped it worse than they did" and this makes me angry

This REALLY pisses me off. Because not only are they the cause of all this death and destruction, they are still arrogant and conceited enough to point the finger at someone else ...

But saying "at least ..."??? That means they KNOW they are the problem and yet, they are doing nothing about it

And they point the finger???

In a rage I turn to them and ask "Oh yeah? And how would you know that?"

There is no T.V. There is no internet, no news. Nobody knows what is happening in the rest of the world

One of them, a smart-assed woman answers "it's called a radio. Maybe you've heard of it"

I point out that I'm wearing a $20,000 watch and it has a radio built in. And you emphasise my point as I walk away, I start listening to it

But her point seems ridiculous, because there is no news about what is happening elsewhere in the world. All I hear is some type of test patterns

I'm still upset about having to walk away from them and the fact they will be allows to continue hurting this world, when I realise ...

There are no police any more

I can give those like Lars the punch in the face they desperately need and nobody can stop me

Nobody will do anything about it

So I go back up to where I had seen them

It's a public toilet block now

Lars and the others in interested in fighting seem to be hiding inside the public toilets

There is only old ladies outside

I am very polite to them and ask them to go inside the toilet and tell Lars (or David) to come outside because I want to have a fair fight with them

I explain to her that it's just a good old fashioned fight. One on one. Just till one of us goes down. Nobody really gets hurt (well ... Just a little)

I'm honest in what I'm saying. I intend to just have a good honest fight. Punch one of them in the face a couple of times and then I'll be happy

There is even a chance they could win

I doubt it. But it's possible

She tells me to wait a second and she goes inside to find them

While she's in there I notice a large white, pimple-like sore on my arm

I squeeze it expecting the head to come out, but instead a wound opens up and puss seeps out. The head doesn't come out with it

So I leave it alone. It isn't that big, it'll heal itself

Then a man emerges from the toilet to fight me

I have no idea who this person is

I don't wanna fight this man. I don't even know him, let alone know if he deserves a punch in the face

Where is Lars the liar? Where is David? Or the man who said "at least the Muslims copped it worse than we did"?

I'm wanting to fight them because they deserve it (they NEED a punch in the mouth to wake them up to reality) not for the sake of fighting

I don't wanna fight this stranger

From inside the public toilet I hear David or Lars telling people that I'm evil

Evil? They don't even know me

This makes me even more angry. It shows just how ignorant and dangerous they are and proves even more, that they need a punch in the mouth

How dare they judge me when they know nothing about me

How dare they think it's OK to preach a translation of a book that was given to them and they had absolutely no hand in translating ...

But they think it's alright to brand someone else who translates it themselves as evil

FOR DOING THE EXACT SAME THING AS THEM

What gives them the right to seek wisdom, but denounce another who seeks it from the very same book?

How DARE they judge another who tries to fix problems they ignore. Who tries answer questions they can't answer

They don't wanna know and won't go they work to fix it, but they won't allow others to either

It's sick. It's deplorable

If anyone should be called evil it is them, but I just feel sorry for them. Like children that need to be spanked to be taught a lesson because they are being arrogant and selfish

And they call ME evil?

"Do you even know what 'evil' means in the Bible?" I ask them, trying to point out how ridiculous and uninformed they are

"It means end" I tell them

It means 'end' ...

It means 'Conclude' ...

Hosting David Beckham

I arranged to help someone with a golf booking so I would get to meet David Beckham

Then I arranged drinks, dinner etc for him and his friend

Different Types Of Docking Procedures For A U.S Submarine, Sand Eating A Aircraft Carrier And The Covered-Up Earthquake

I'm on a submarine in the Arctic, or somewhere like Antarctica

When I say 'I'm on' a submarine, I mean I'm literally standing on top of it, I'm not actually inside the submarine

They tell me the type of submarine but I forget

They are going through the different types of docking and release procedures ...

While I'm filming

It's for some type of demonstration video

There is a solid steel dock hidden in the water

It is retractable

It amazes me that they have this built in the frozen snow

I wonder where I am

The Submarine surfaces and I quickly jump onto the centre tip of it as it comes out of the water, off the dock

As it's going back down I jump off until the freezing water

Then I'm standing on the dock again as the submarine comes up flush against it

Then as the sub is releasing, the dock collapses downwards into the water at the same time

They tell me this one of called a full release

This was vivid colour and realistic

Similar to a dream I've had in the past where a U.S or British Aircraft sinks into some type of sand atoll. I'm not sure if the correct word you describe it. It is like a shallow stretch of water with sand all the way underneath it, that is still deep enough for a aircraft carrier

The water is crystal clear

When it sinks, it feels like there is no reason it should be sinking. Like the buoyancy of the ship was suddenly gone and it just sank into down into a hole in the sand like quicksand

When it sank, it went nose-first and went so fast, that the ship didn't even break up

The sand swallowed it whole

In the background of the dream I just had featuring the Submarine I could hear the song "The sweetest thing" by U2

I could also hear a second background layer in which Bradie Mercer was talking about my Facebook posts to her, saying that they (or I) was "really sweet". I'm not sure which because "really sweet" were the only words I heard, but I know that she was talking about

I woke up to the feeling of a Earthquake

I was unsure whether it was just in my dream or whether it was real, until I felt aftershocks

This is the part that is really weird/strange

Then I heard my sister talking to the neighbour outside and it sounded like she was told there was a earthquake, to which she sounded surprised and said she didn't feel it

So I started writing this and in the middle I came out and asked Rebecca if she had felt the earthquake

She said basically the same thing, except it was as if she never had a conversation with the neighbour

It feels like I'm living between at least 3 different dimensions