Delemare Bombing Range and Teotihuacan

I am in the bush with a man and a woman. They are talking about the things she needs for safety for driving her car out bush

This ties into a recurring dream I have about being stuck out in the middle of nowhere in my car in the outback after my car runs out of fuel, or something similar. Someone turns up to help me, when my all rights nobody should be driving down that road for very long periods of time. I would be surprised if one person drove down that dirt road every few days, to a week. Yet somehow, against the odds, someone turns up and gives me fuel to get out of there. The recurring dream is really familiar to me. The location is really familiar like it is somewhere in the Northern Territory of Australia and I had been there, but I haven't

I suggest to her that she should buy a flare gun for her car, so that if she ever gets in trouble out in the bush, she at least has a flare gun to signal for help

Then we are climbing up to sit on the side of a massive pyramid-like solid dirt hill structure

It is right on the edge of sundown where it's dark, but we can still see some light because of our elevation

It reminds me of Teotihuacan in its dimensions, except there are catchments etched into the side that I think are some type of sewerage treatment pools. I almost step in one (dunk my shoe)

We are sitting up the top and watching bombs, dropped from a aircraft, l go off in the distance. We are shockingly close to where they are being dropped. They see carpet bombing and we are way too close to where they are being dropped

"Are we in Delamere?" (Delamere Bombing Range) I ask the man and woman I am with. The man answers no, so I ask him where we are and he answers "Delamere"

I point out the fact that I just asked that and he said no, then answered that we are

The woman is amused by this

I watch two men in camouflage soldiers uniforms climbing silently up the side of the pyramid in the dark. They are trying to sneak up on us, but I see them moving in the dark from a mile away

"There are some men coming" I warn the other two, but they can't see them even when I tell them where they are coming from

They get to the top and ask for the woman by name. They have obviously found the car we came in parked down the bottom and ran her numberplate somehow (I'm surprised they are able to)

They start talking about charging her and I immediately get defensive, knowing that regardless of that they 'will do', I know what they 'aren't allowed to do'

They talk about trespassing on Commonwealth land and I immediately ask them "who comprises the Commonwealth?"

This is when they decide to fuck with me too

They report back on the radio that they've found the woman and that "the tree" is with them, referring to me

I start detailing to them very colourfully why they shouldn't fuck with me

"That's right mate I am the fucking tree ... and I'm seeding. Do you know what that means? It means you fuck with me, say goodbye to everything and everyone you love"

I start detailing everything I know about technology, physics, etc, that makes them and their military look like primitive cavemen playing with sticks and stones

As if to emphasise me point a brilliant white orb-like light appears in the darkness of the night behind me, just over my shoulder. Close enough that you can see the the glowing white core in the middle of it, as well as the whispy shell-like light surrounding it and gravitating around it

I start naming myself to them, in various names and understandings they may/might recognise, such as the Biblical Samael, stopping short of threatening them with them, because something (possibly the orb behind me) urges me to resist the anger I feel towards them

It's almost hatred I feel. Like a parent would feel that young children dare challenge them, except these aren't my children and these children think they have the right to lock me up ...

White hot hatred and raged anger

That I have to bite back

This reminds me of some of my song lyrics

"Heartache lies in store for the oppressed

Lighting pathways to the enemy

Drawing near

Holding hope in the fight that I will fight

Save my anger till the time is right

Have no fear

I am with you

Losing blood in a war which has no meaning

Breaking bones that I know will never heal

And as my life it

Pass before my eyes

I realise

That it was meant to be

Cause the memories I hold

Of the time that I was free

Have all but vanished

In the feeding of the empty

And all the reasons I held

And every I used to

Live right through this shit

Have all but vanished

In the feeding of the empty"