Don't Be In Town

Something told me to make sure I wasn't in town on the 27th

They then counted "10, 11, 12" which I think referred to hours of the day

America Split In Two

I was half asleep and something showed me a map of America

I saw a crack appear across it like a earthquake, starting from the San Andreas fault, working upwards, that then turned right

It cracked the land all the way across the country towards New York

So that America was basically split into two halves. A lower Florida half and a upper Alaskan half

I was told it would take out half of the American

I asked, to clarify, if they meant half the land mass, or half the people

They meant half the people

It has something to do with the Carona vaccine, though I'm not sure what or how exactly

Most Powerful Hurricane In History

I saw a vivid, full-colour vision (whilst still awake, going to sleep, with my eyes closed) of cyclonic winds battering the coast

I saw trees whipping in the wind. It looked like stock news footage of your average hurricane

Then ...

I saw it blindingly powerful

Tree-trunks stripped bare, with no leaves or branches left, just the trunks, still bending in the rain

Buildings gone

This was at least 10 times more powerful than a normal cyclone or hurricane

I was shocked at how intense it was and something told me it is the most powerful hurricane in history

Folding The Moon In Half - Space Travel

I saw someone carrying a special knife/dagger and sheath, that activated some type of stone seat/throne

The knife resonated at a very particular frequency, when held by a compatible person (it would not work for other people)

This seat along with knife, resonating, would fold the moon in half

I saw it light up brilliant white and then fold into itself

When it did, a passageway opened up behind it like a wormhole in space

The Moon is some type of portal or Stargate, that you can travel along like a spine in space

The entire Earth travels through the passage in space

I momentarily think about all the people on Earth who would be freaking out, but somehow I knew I didn't matter. Or, I didn't care

I saw planet after planet. Star system after star system

Some had big red X's on them, to tell you not to travel there

Eventually we got to a place where there were unexplored planets

Myself and the woman I was travelling with jumped out of the stone seat and the building it was in and arrived in some type of desert location on a strange world

Though the structures were relatively modern, the people and culture were relatively primitive

They had a primitive high-born and low-born class system, where the high-borns spoke a strange language

I was able to speak their language after listening to it for a minute or two. I told the woman I was with that it was all about the syllables and dissonants. That the language was actually very similar to English (like German), though very different sounding for most people listening, to the point where the can't understand or speak it

The low-born people speak English. It is a language for the servants and poor

We are given jobs when I ask and put into servants quarters, where everyone eats and socialises in communal mess halls

I meet someone who is interested in the fact I can speak the high-born language

He warns me that I speak high-born with the accent of the very elite, and this may get me into some trouble with some of the elite. I tell him I don't know how to speak it any other way

He then instructs me on the classes of people

Tells me who I need to listen to and who I don't

I get a promotion, to go work for him

He tells me the elite here wear a red cross

I laugh and tell him those who wear a red cross where I am from are medics, it means nothing special (unless you're injured)

I meet with a high-born man named Frank (half way across the galaxy, and "Frank"? Seriously?)

Because I speak high-born and low-born he tells me I'm coming to work for him. I get another promotion in the same night

I ask him what I should tell the other man I'm supposed to work for, he tells me that he's not important and not to worry

I walk across the city in the middle of the night to see the other man I'm supposed to work for, to do him the courtesy of telling him I got promoted. He tells me I'm crazy to walk through the streets at night, just to tell him that

Apparently the streets are dangerous

I get attacked by a group of men as I leave

I knock them all out

The man, watching my fight from his front fence, comes out and shoots all the unconscious men in the head and kills them

He tells me the world is better off without them in it

(Myself and the woman I am with could leave at any time during this. We are only there by choice, investigating their culture and planet. It is Earth, but a different type of Earth, in a different time. Similar to the old Egyptian times)

Call Him Jorge

Something in my semi-couscous state asked me if I knew the Popes real name

I said yes, it is Jorge

They said that from now on, call him Jorge. Because he is not the Pope and he never will be

I think this makes sense

It seems the same as how I refuse to call Elizabeth "Queen", or if I do I write it as "Queen" Elizabeth II, to emphasise that I know she is not the true Queen, merely a caretaker of the throne

Related to this; a Bible fell inexplicably off the couch in my room onto the floor, just before I wrote this

World Government

From my last dream I now understand why the pushes towards world Government will not work

Because they need Australia to have a vested, controlling interest in the Asian union alongside and including, Russia and all Asian nations including North Korea

This won't happen while Australia is under the current British Monarchy, because they can't be trusted

It'll only happen under "new management"

And as the "old management" refuse to give up what isn't theirs to keep, we are all fucked

Chicago Seat - Joint Mission Into Space - World Government

I saw the briefing papers for a joint initiative into space between the U.S.A, Russia and two other countries

They called it "Chicago Seat"

It was a real mission into space. Not staged

I don't think it was pubic knowledge

I saw them voting on it and approving it

Then I saw a Russian pilot receiving A4 faxes about "Chicago Seat". He was being called up to pilot the mission

There was also a initiative voted on between the 4 international Governments, to set aside money to dig up mass graves, relocate the bodies and give them a proper burial

This was a Australian initiative. Australia was involved in it this time

It was some type of international/world Government

I was the one making the proposal for digging up the mass graves

This time I understand who the alliances are (except for one)

One is (I think) African / Middle Eastern Government

One is American Government

One is European Government

One is Australian Government. Which includes all of Asia and Russia

4 parties in world Government. No more

Australia seems to be running things for all Australia, Asia and Russia

Australia, Asia and Russia are supposed to be aligned (including North Korea)

I promise $250,000,000 contribution from Australia towards the initiative for digging up mass graves, identify bodies and giving them a proper burial

Africa promises $150,000,000

Europe promises $500,000,000

America promises $250,000,000

I go away very excited that I managed to secure 1.15 billion towards healing mass graves worldwide

Hypnotized In The Myriad - Do You Remember Me

At some stage in my life I'm meant to write a song, that is actually 2 songs, that is actually 4 songs, which are 2 versions of 2 different songs

1 version plays forwards. Normally. Played backwards, it is a time distorted version of the 2nd song

The 2nd song plays forwards as well. Normally. Played backwards, it is a time distorted version of the 1st song

So either of the two songs played backwards, sounds like weird version of the other song played forwards

The most amazing part of it will be that the lyrics work in reverse

Not only will the lyrics be a reverse in meaning of each other, but they will also be almost perfectly audible as the reverse of each other when played backwards

The titles of the songs will be:

Hypnotized In The Myriad - Do You Remember Me

&

Do You Remember Me - Hypnotized In The Myriad

If you record either of those sentence titles and play it backwards, you can audibly make out the other sentence title

Covering A Famous Song As A Famous Band And Recording Studios

Two dreams/visions (sync) at different stages of the same night

One, I'm in a studio with a group of producers. I'm not sure why I'm there, because I don't know much about the project they are working on and I'm not really involved, but for some reason they want me there, so I sit there and eat my lunch while they work

I'm not out of place there. Just don't know why they need/want me there when I'm not doing anything

Next, I'm singing a recorded cover of a famous song by another band

I'm not sure what the song was, but the cover was really good. The recording of the song by my band seemed like it was in the charts and in the radio

A British Thug Loses His Teeth

I'm in a club or pub, or some type of shop

I go outside and clean up some rubbish around some beautiful women, thinking that they will appreciate me making things nice for them

Instead they make it clear to me they are disgusted I touched rubbish and they leave

Then I'm driving a hotted up street. The bonnet has been removed with a big V8 blower sticking out

I left the bonnet on my front nature strip when I took the car for a drive. Now I'm eager to get back because it's large rubbish collection day and I don't want them to mistake it for rubbish and take it away on the truck

Then I'm in a pub/club where some English men (more like boys) come in

I know they cause trouble, but they are nice and polite so I let them in

Later I come into the room and overhear one of them being a thug, intimidating all the other people in the pub

They are all keeping their heads down on their drinks, ignoring him, while he loudly and drunkenly announces to "anyone who wants a go" that he'll give them $20 "for each crown (tooth) they can knock out". Acting like he's a tough cunt

Then they are all leaving the pub. We've kicked them out

Even though I think the tough cunt among them is the sort of guy that needs a good smack in the mouth. I'm not at all worried, or pissed off. I'm letting it go. Watching them leave, which is all I want

That is until the tough cunt, turns and looks at me while he's leaving ...

And stands to attention like he is a Nazi soldier, puts his finger to his lip imitating Hitler and starts mocking me being German

I rage instantly, and all niceties and good graces I was showing the tough cunt are gone

I punch him in the face hard enough to drop him like a falling tree

Then I pick him up from the ground with one hand and give him a few more gentler punches to the face to reinforce my message

I drag him out the door to throw him out

But he doesn't learn

He is still mocking me

The $20 per tooth is mentioned. Making a joke that I'm not getting paid

I hold him up near the door, astonished that he didn't learn his lesson

"How about you just pay me then and leave with your teeth in tact?" I say, offering him a chance to save his teeth, because I really don't want to knock them out, but at this stage it feels like I have to

I wait to see if he'll pay me $120 (that I don't even want, except in principle of his joke) to save 6 of his teeth

A woman who works at the pub pops her head out the front door to see if everything is alright

I tell her to go back inside, because she doesn't want to be here for the next part

She listens and goes back inside

I put his face down next to the hand-railing on the stairs, so that his teeth are right next to it

I give him one last chance to stop acting like a tough cunt and he still mocks me, thinking I won't do it

I smash his mouth hard into the railing and shatter all his front teeth

Then while he's laying on the ground pissing blood from his mouth in front of his mates, I force his lips open to count how many teeth I'd smashed

Then I made him pay me, as was his agreement

His attitude had changed completely once teeth were knocked out. Regret had set it and he was sorry

Sorry or not, regardless of how much pain he was in, I made him get his wallet out and pay me

Massive Tree I Call "The Old One" and a council of women/ladies

This dream started from another dream

I walk past a young girl and her family and my hair somehow almost gets caught on her hair as she walks past

I manage to avoid her and keep waking

I come to a group of ladies (women) who are sitting under a massive tree. The is 5-10 of them. Not sure exactly how many

I walk with them under the tree

The tree is the biggest tree I've ever seen. I would guess that this tree would easily be one of the biggest trees on Earth, if not the biggest. Easy

The women are all different ethnicities. White, Aboriginal, Arab, Indian, Asian. Like some type of council of all the different races on Earth

The Aboriginal lady asks me if I know what this is, referring to the tree. I reply yes, I know what it is

I call it "The Old One"

We come to a table underneath the tree. Similar to the concrete tables found in parks all across Darwin

I stand between the women against the table

One of the women on my right takes me right hand and holds it in her hands near her chest

A woman standing 2 to my left, takes my left hand and holds it in her hands near her chest, stretching my arm across another woman standing in between us

They start flowing some type of light/energy through my body

I can feel them all concentrating the light/energy into me

It feels like they are using the tree to do it

I feel it push through me in all directions. To and from, through and in both sides, my feet and every part of my body

Then I feel something dark inside me pulling against it. Resisting. Something small, but deeply and severely securely rooted

For a moment I feel a negative self-loathing and doubt, pulling at me against what is happening

I close my eyes, relax, love and try to let it be flushed from me

I wake up, thinking about just for amazing and beautiful "the Old one" was/is

Helicopter Pilot For Michael Jordan. Planning His Secret Wedding

I'm working with Michael Jordan

I am flying a helicopter for him

He is planning a wedding to secretly go ahead during the pandemic

People aren't allowed to travel to be are his wedding, so we make a plan to get them all at the wedding

He has a massive yacht, big enough to travel the world, with a helicopter onboard that can take off and land on the ship

We travel to all the different countries on the yacht, park close to the shore and sneak in at low altitude in the helicopter to pick up the guests

I make a comment to guests I'm picking up that I have to stick at low altitude to sneak under radar, because technically I shouldn't be there

There is a problem with the pitch on the helicopter and the nose keeps pointing down like the chopper is going to flip

I land once after sneaking into a property to pick some people up, just after travelling down the side of a mountain, because something falls out. Something on the helicopter wasn't properly secured

Was very lucky to land because the nose was pointing down at the ground

I make a comment about there being no reason the chopper should be doing that, there is no alarms or alerts

I compensate for the forward pitch on the chopper, take off and for a minute it works. Everything is good and we are level

Then a minute later the nose starts pitching forward again and there is nothing I can do to stop it

I'm pissed off enough, that I wake myself up, knowing that the chopper shouldn't be doing that

It's the same interference that I always get in my dreams and in the real world. There was nothing wrong with the helicopter and no reason it should have been doing that

But something indefinable was interfering to make it do stupid things

I woke up angry. Realising that it's pointless trying to do anything in this world while that inference is here

No matter what you do, everything is rigged and pointless

Until the inference is gone, I may as well not even be living. There is no point

No point gaming, it will be rigged

No point competing for anything, it will all be rigged

No point socialising or existing in any way, it will all be rigged and used against me

No point watching TV or movies, they will all be used as ways to program things against me. Rigged and pointless

Life is absolutely pointless ....

Until the interference and blockage is removed

I also think (amongst countless other accidents it's caused and life it's killed) it killed a certain basketballer in a helicopter

Morphing Paint And A House And Kids

I had a dream/vision where a wall was painted in my house (by my Mum and her partner)

For some reason they we staying with me in my house

The next day when the paint was almost dry it started physical moving and forming different shapes over the white undercoat

It was some type of programmable paint that morphs into different designs or shapes

But that's not all it could do

It was able to project images within the paint on the wall

Somehow the paint acted like a TV

I think that's why it is particular colour of green 💚 because it is the best colour to use to form colour images within the paint and use it like a TV

That's not all though. The paint seemed to be resonating somehow so that sound was projecting from the wall

There was a small unit attached to the wall that I think may been vibrating to turn the wall into a larger speaker

The wall was painted for my kids

A (young) kids show was playing on the wall while I was standing there marvelling at it and thinking how much the kids were going to love it. But I didn't see my kids or my wife

Then I saw my kids when they were older with some older kids (tweens, early teens)

One of the oldest boys that was there, a friend of my kids, put some type of pornographic show on for them all to watch

I caught them putting it on, took the remote from him and punched him in the face ...

Then kicked him out

The house was beautiful

I think it was on Nightcliff somewhere, or at least a place that felt densely tropical, like Nightcliff

Maybe my future home with Bradie

Time Travel Movie

I saw scenes from a time-travel movie

A group of people arrive back in what looks like the late 80's or maybe the 90's on the day of a historic event where a bomb was detonated killing allot of innocent people

But they aren't there to stop the bomb from going off

The event looks like it might be some type of race. The streets are all blocked off and a grand stand has been built right next to one of the main roads

It is filled with people

This is where the bomb is detonated. It is a fairly big bomb filled with nails and all sorts of shrapnel, that is left on the road in front of the grand stand and it's crowd by a pregnant woman

I see a whole sequence of time-loops, where the people that are travelling back in time are hit by debris from the bomb, then rewind somehow, adjust their position slightly around the grand stand area and keep doing so until they find a place to be where they aren't hit. They need to be present when it takes place, but not be hit

Then there is a sequence where they all take turns in walking past the pregnant woman who is leaving the scene and making quick and precise passing attacks on her to push and bustle her into a particular position where, though she appears to be safe, she has a massive portion of her upper body ripped off by the explosion. Something she hadn't planned on

One of the men pushing past her says to her "ain't time travel a bitch?"

Another one grabs her breast as he pushes her walking past for some reason. But not like he's groping her, more like he's pinching a pressure point

Then after they let the explosion take place, they all hurry off to do the job they are there for

The job is to erase all evidence that they were ever there

But this seems like some type of alternate reality version of themselves they are erasing evidence of

They are people selected from the future, to travel back in time to erase evidence of another version of themselves having existed, living at the time of certain historic event, surrounding the event

It is something do with time loops and closing out the influence they have upon the Earth

But they are not the ones who lived in the time, even though those people are them. They just clean up for those versions of themselves by travelling back to erase the clues they left behind, that they know were left behind by the fact they are from the future

But, most importantly. They are not in any way involved in the bombing or other.  historic events. They are attached to. They merely stop it from influencing or precipitating a sequence of other world changing events (in effect). They exist around it, making sure that "conspiracies" are made powerless

I didn't see enough of the movie and details of the story to know for sure, but if I had to guess ...

They don't know who the other versions of themselves are, where they are from, why exactly they are there, or even that they do ...

They don't know how a person from the future appeared and existed in the past, temporarily (sometimes for weeks, even taking jobs), and then disappear

But they know that if they don't examine the clues to identify these people, employ them and send them back to clean up after themselves, that very bad things happen as a result

The future versions of these people usually end up being killed after they are drawn into some destructive type of sequence of events, usually political in nature. That is also deadly and destructive to some of the most influential people and changes for good taking place on the planet. They refer to the as "corruptions"

They also know the future versions of the people have no knowledge of the alternate versions of themselves. And that they do not at some stage in the future, go back and carry out the other instance of themselves in the past, because early versions of the "program" killed one of them to test

They need to identify them in the present. Hi send them back to the past. To clean up after a unknown anomaly version of themselves that existed (only temporarily) around a major catastrophic event in the past, to save events of the future involving them

Events totally unrelated, except for a existential nexus involving that person

They refer to them as "Venus Nexus" because the theory is that Venus and Earth exist together in a shared reality. Like two eyes making a single perceived image

But, though the worlds almost completely identical in every way, they are also distinctly different and individual

Most people in both worlds are identical and live identical lives. But some are what they refer to as "Nexus". Those who are able to exist simultaneously in both realities as a slighty (or in some cases majorly) different versions of themselves

The theory is that both timelines are perceived to move in the same direction because they do, but that they also exist in some type of binary which means the forward perceived simultaneous flow of time in each world is actually opposite in each world. Both going forward, but opposite to each other

Though they don't exactly what it is they believe that the "Venus Nexus" are travelling back in time to clean up something surrounding the event, without changing event ...

But, they aren't aware of what clues and things they are leaving behind, because in their reality there are no such clues

Possibly the nexus are employed in the other reality, instead of being located

They do not know

They only know that it's impossible to know and better not to know, because every attempt they have made to do things differently has ended very badly and made things disastrously worse

Using knowledge of the past selves to travel back and track down the person ends in a literal disintegration in the time-line, where people are inexplicably and horribly killed as if reality itself is attacking them like a immune system (meaning, NO INTERACTION WITH FORMER SELVES, EVEN INDIRECTLY. VERY VERY BAD). So they get close enough to ask questions

They also tried preventing the events from taking place, but no matter what they did, there was always something countering against them in time, changing their changes, preventing them from doing it. No matter what, the events took place. Which is why they learned to work with the flow of the event instead of against it. Minimise it's affect, without interfering with the result

Example: the pregnant woman would die in prison, killing herself in prison to avoid trial, but not before making the world angry by her lack of remorse, being seen in the news smirking and laughing at the events. So they make sure she dies in the event. Same outcome with her death, but no angry protests in the future. It doesn't change the future, only events that effect it, that run-on into farther reaching future events (such as a person being killed in the protest marches, that leads to a possible future assassination attempt. A corruption. That could have been saved. Which could be prevented. This is what they believe their purpose is

Affecting the change they can make, without interfering and making things worse

There would be a second movie to this set in the Venus Nexus, showing the same events

That directly aligns to the original movie and certain parts that cross over

That movie would show ...

No More Movies Or Music Until Further Notice - Creation Ceased

I heard a very, VERY clear version of a unreleased Jimi Hendrix song

I was confused about whether it was really /actually a Jimi Hendrix song that he would have released if he hadn't died ...

Or if it is a song I'm supposed to write that is intentionally written to sound like Jimi Hendrix

It's happened before that I've written songs in the style of other passed singer/songwriters without realising it till later when I realise some very obvious connections to them

George Harrison

Kurt Cobain

Now Jimi Hendrix

Then I heard another song with the lyrics "Coming to you, coming to you, soaring like a mountain baby"

I was told this was John Denver

But the music was allot more full, symphonic rock, than normal John Denver

The vocals could definitely be him

I think this is a song I'm meant to write, in/with the spirit of John Denver

Then I had a collection of wallets. Though I myself was broke

One of them was given to me at a show by a friend going on a ride. I was left sitting at a table by myself with not just the wallet, but a whole table full of purses, wallets, phones, everything people normally carrying on them

After, i was contacting the people who owned the wallets telling them that I have them

One them was my friend Tim, but transformed into someone different when I went to give him his wallet

He told me to hold onto it for him, so he doesn't spend it

Then I tried giving the other wallet back to my old friend Matty and he didn't even know it was missing

Then we are eating a free feed at KFC where our friend is the manager

There is another bit here where Superman is fighting robots, trying to figure out how to reprogram them without destroying them (he keeps breaking them) where my friend Evie is going to give us a lift home, but her car was accidentally crushed by Superman fighting one of the robots. I tell her at least the Government will pay for a new car, and we get a taxi

Then I'm the head of a large company or studio which makes films along with other things

I come into some type of factory where it looks like they are making films with my business partner, to shut them down

I jump up and grab a big roll of celluloid and hang off it with all my weight to pull it from the machine it's fed into, roll it up and put it away

This is set to some sort of comical sesame-street like "do my chores" song

🎶 I got wind up the film 🎶

There are two women working there running the company for me, that work for me

They are identical twins

One of them starts complaining and asking why we are shutting down all film

I ask her if she knows what's happening in the world today

She answers by starting a sentence with "I think that ..."

I stop her immediately and say "I didn't ask for your opinion. It was a yes or no answer. Do you know what is happening in the world today?"

She is really pissed off, but answers yes

"Well. That's why we are shutting down. Some of us have important shit that we need to do"

I don't really have important shit to do. I'm lying. I don't know why. But I'm using what's happening as a excuse to shut everything down

I try apologising for being curt with her, but she's not having it. She continues to brood about being scalded

My business partner is writing up a document about pays. There is a big 37 on the top that I assume is the hours worked

I ask him if he can write one of those up for me, while I continue shutting down all production

As I'm waking up I'm told that all movies/film cease today

Until "they" give me what they are supposed to give me, all creation is ceased

And that they want to be quick about it, or it will be very boring in the future

As I'm waking up, something inside me agrees with those in control of "light", agreeing that all "sound" will also cease until such time as they give me that are supposed to give me

Something (I'm guessing is from the "light" side) answers me offering/suggesting that I (really) don't want to do that

I disagree and tell them that there will be no more music until it's given

I guess that explains music over the last 10-20 years (as sound works backwards in nature)

It's only going to get worse

*Glares directly at Queen Elizabeth II*

Getting Pissed Off With A Dream Not Playing A Song Correctly, So I Wake Myself Up To Hear It

A woman is arrested and charged for tying her boyfriend and young son together on chairs back to back and dousing them in fuel with the intention of burning them to death, because the boyfriend is cheating on her

I see the boyfriend begging with her, crying, telling her the little boy is innocent, he's done nothing wrong

The little boy seems to understand that his Mum is angry about his Dad and the other girl and is telling his Mum that Dad doesn't have to be friends with the other girl any more

She cuts the little boy loose, but leaves Dad tied up

I see her walking around with a lighter lit, like she's going to burn him

She is arrested and charged

Eventually the Dad is talking to the kids (there is more than one now) telling them that the "Bitch came back", though I'm not sure he's talking about the same bitch. It may/might just be a coincidental conversation

I start singing the song "The bitch came back" by "Theory Of A Deadman"

I try playing the song on my phone for the kids to hear, but it doesn't work

I am conscious, within the dream, of the fact that it's being blocked on purpose

I try a few different different things to get it to work and it doesn't

I get annoyed, consciously thinking that I'm actually going to have to wake up to listen to the song, because something is blocking me from hearing it, which is ridiculous

One time, I get the song playing, but the words are intentionally changed and gibberish. Not the correct lyrics

I get annoyed and decide to wake up, so I can listen to the song for real

I wake up, look the song up on YouTube straight away and listen to it

The Bitch Came Back

Cyclone Categories And The Missing Heritage Listed Houses On Billeroy Rd

I am flying through the air being shown the land as it used to exist in Winnellie. At least that's what I think I'm seeing. It is beautiful. There is dolphins swimming in a small river that no longer exists

I am centred, looking down, over some ground and a voice talks to me telling me the category ratings for a cyclone. One to five, the wind gets more and more intense with me listening and watching it from the dead centre of the eye

When we get to category 5, I am stood in the middle on the ground so that I can walk into the howling wind and feel how strong it is when you are standing in it

It's less intense than I thought to walk though (as in, I can actually stand and walk in it), though it is still powerful

Cyclone Tracy must have been well beyond Category 5

Then I am standing in the park at Altamara Cres, behind my old house on Billeroy Rd which is now referred to as "Billeroy House"

I understand very well that the park and the adjoining park at Allured Cir represent a set of eyes

It very specifically refers to me and my D.N.A coding

There was a tree meters from my room on Billeroy Rd growing up that had a piece of sheet metal wrapped around it from Cyclone Tracy, that the tree had grown over. This is my collarbone and the surgical plate, from when I broke it

I see a man working with a construction crew at Allured Cir. It seems like he is calling me over to him, with a heshem bag he wants to give me

He is much further away than it seems and when I get to him, he gives it to someone else, even though he was definitely talking to me before hand. He could only possibly have been talking to me, there was nobody else in my direction when he was talking

They take the bag inside some demountable building

The entire park has been stripped to bare dirt by construction equipment. No roads exist any more, not even Billeroy Rd

I walk over to him as he finishes giving a thank you speech to his employees and tell him I want to ask him about something

He is worried I'm not wearing protective steel capped shoes and walks me out of the site while we are talking

There is only the shell of 1 of the old houses left along Billeroy Rd that backs onto Allured Cir. These houses are heritage listed and protected. They aren't allowed to be touched. You can't even install a lightswitch without getting approval to modify the house. Let alone strip it down to the bones like they have done in my dream

In real life, these houses don't even exist any more. Nothing does on Allured Cir. Not even the roads. This is not possible. The houses were protected and can't be touched

More so. As they represent eyes, does this mean I'm going to lose one of my eyes in this lifetime?

If not, HOW THE FUCK ARE THE HOUSES MISSING?

I ask him about the houses and tell him they are protected. I ask how it's possible I only see one house and that it's being taken to pieces. I ask him if it's being relocated

He tells me that the houses were only built in the 70's. I correct him and tell him they were built in the 30's

And, once again, that they are heritage listed. THEY CAN'T BE TOUCHED, EXCEPT TO MAINTAIN THEM

When I tell him that I used to live in Billeroy House growing up he whispers "Oh shit!" To himself, like he's been busted. Like he knows exactly what it means

Momentarily, I see a different version of Altamara Park behind Billeroy House. The trees are massive. It looks like 3 giant trees that so high, you would need a cherry-picker just to reach the first branches

The main branches off the trunk are so huge they span all the way across Billeroy Rd and probably most of the way down Binari Crt (which also somehow doesn't seem to exist in the real world any more and has been replaced with a backwards version of itself. Big, BIG problem if the binary has been blocked off and reversed)

We walk over to one of the houses neighbouring Billeroy House that looks like a well maintained version of its sad self (again, THESE ARE HERITAGE LISTED HOUSES THAT ARE BEING ALLOWED TO FALL INTO RUIN) that seems almost like a British Cottage of some sort. He looks for the details on the side of the house and I tell him that the houses number is in big letters on the side

He keeps looking as if he's looking for another number

Possibly, he's trying to find the houses listed in heritage listing, but can't find them. Because when I rang up and enquired about how the houses are being allowed to fall into ruin, the Heritage listing people couldn't find the houses listed

This is a MASSIVE, MASSIVE PROBLEM

Because they most definitely ARE listed. I to live in one and we had to make requests to modify the house in any way. Both my parents had told me they were heritage listed on many occasions

So when the hell am I supposed to lose my eye

Also, the tree with sheet metal wrapped around it is gone. Does this mean I am reincarnated at some stage? Aware of my former life and self?

Massive Vines Being Cut From Royal St Billeroy Rd And Kailis St

People are working in the telecommunication pits running alongside of the road

The are cutting out a massive vine that is choking the piping and cutting off communication

The vine is massive, like a ridiculously thick rope

They cut it at one put on the right and start pulling a big loop of the cut vine out from another pit on the left

The first street I see them cutting it out from is a street I used to live on in Perth. Royal St, Tuart Hill

Then it morphs into the street I grew up on Billeroy Rd, RAAF BASE, Winnellie

The workers on Billeroy Rd are advising those on Royal St about how they managed to get rid of the vine, so they can get rid of it too

I don't see this morph into Kailis St, where I live now, but it normally does. I often see Billeroy Rd morph into Kailis St. So much so I recognise them as the same place in things such as this

Swinging From "London Arch/Bridge" and Singing With Slipknot

I'm swinging from the bottom of a massive stone arch

A long rope is tied of at both ends to the top of the arch and dangles in the middle to create a loop to sit in and swing

I am swinging long enough to get a good look at the arch and it's surroundings

It is massive. Bigger than anything in Egypt or anywhere else in the world. It dwarfs the Euston arch

Not sure where it is, or what it's supposed to be

Something tells me "I'm swinging from London Bridge"

Though this arch is similar in lengthwise design to tower bridge in London, it is all made out of solid stone. The dimensions seem the same though

Also this arch isn't the length of the bridge. This arch, though the same size, is the arch that people travel through to enter the bridge. It feels like this is just the arch on one side. There is another on the other side

Also, though they call it a bridge, I can't see it over anything. It's all solid ground underneath. There is a road, but no vehicles or people. No water or anything that would require a bridge over it. It's also not elevated. It's ground level with grass everywhere around it

It's called a bridge, but it looks more like just a series of massive stone arches

The grass plains around it make it feel like the lawns of Washington D.C. There is barely any trees. Just large open stretches of well kept grass

I'm not really enjoying "swinging from London Bridge"

But at the same time I'm doing it, I'm having a second concurrent dream/vision layered over the top where I am performing on stage with Slipknot. I'm even wearing a mask to hide my identity as the "guest vocalist" singing with Corey Taylor and the band

I sing Vermillion Part 1 and Psychosocial

Flood, Meteors, Volcanos and Ruptured Space

I was awake for this vision. Laying with my eyes closed. It was very vivid and clear like visions are when I can feel they are "shown" you me, not coming from my own mind

I saw a flood. Massive amounts of water flowing hard

Then I saw meteors shining like stars. Hundreds, if not thousands of them flowing like the water, in a different direction, superimposed on the water

Then the meteors/stars started colliding with each other and changing directions. I got the sense that this was sperm

Then I saw the aerial view of a lava from a volcano. It was flowing along a winding road quickly, eating it

More visions of a massive volcano caldera. It fills to the brim with lava, which starts flowing over the sides

Then I see a massive file of lava, like a mountain, moving forward across the land

Then the lava pile turns into a shimmering transparent substance. At first I wasn't sure what this was. It looked like thick billowing water. But it's not water

I got the sense that this is the same liquid we find in space. It's some sort of rupture similar to a volcanic rupture, with the aethereal liquid flowing in from space through a rupture

Being Fired Upon In A Space Craft On A Earth-Like Alien Planet

I'm in a space craft on some sort of Earth-like alien planet

There is a base near that fires at my ship, trying to destroy us

Something is damaged and the ship doesn't fly properly as we are trying to escape

Someone else who is on-board with me fixes the problem and I immediately fly around behind the base to avoid their weapons, at incredible speeds beyond any vehicles we have today on Earth

After I pass their base, I fly the vessel straight up into the sky, returning to a larger ship waiting in orbit in space

Though it only takes me a few seconds to pilot the ship up into the atmosphere, the base isn't completely without the ability or technology to attack us

As we are climbing straight up into the sky, they are firing on us, making us need to evade their fire

I get into space, behind the larger ship in orbit

Their fire is hitting the larger ship, but has literally no effect on it. Not like it did with our smaller 2 person ship

We land our ship and enter inside the larger ship

The architecture is amazing

And the ship is massive. It's like a city in space. With a population I guess would be in the thousands, if not, tens or hundreds of thousands. It has 3 whole floors dedicated as a active prison

I immediately direct the person who was on the smaller craft with me, to follow me. They are from the planet below and have never been on-board the ship, or in space before

We are going to destroy the base on the planet below. Give them a taste of their own medicine

We need to pass through the prison decks on the way to the firing deck

Two prisoners armed with butterfly knives try to cause trouble with us as we walk past. I take one of the butterfly knives and demonstrate my ability to use it, right up close and personal next to one of their faces. They immediately back off

The other one asks me if I would be so tough without the knife, which is funny considering he was threatening us with a knife while we were unarmed seconds earlier

I immediately put the knife down when he asks and quickly, and very efficiently, hurt him

I mean, REALLY. hurt him

I lock his wrist back and use the leverage on his arm, to throw him backwards onto the ground in his back, hard enough to knock the wind out of him

Then I jump into the air and use my entire bodyweight to drop my knee into his face on the ground

Then again

Then, even though he is already horrifically disabled by what I did, I punch his face into the floor as hard as I can repeatedly ...

Doing it intentionally, to let the brutality sink in to all the other prisoners watching

I don't think he's dead afterwards, but I also don't think he'll ever be the same again if he survives

I leave with me friend and we go to the firing deck

Where we use a weapon on-board the large ship pointed at the planet below, to fire a concentrated attack on the base below that tried to kill us

It destroys the base and kills everyone and everything inside and in the surrounding area

They won't be attacking us again

Then someone contacts me through the on-board communications demanding to know why I'm firing upon the planet

I explain to them that the base was trying to kill us moments before and that's why I took them out. I also instructed them to check back on our monitoring system to verify

After they verified, they acknowledge and then tell me in future, to advise them and ask permission before firing on the planet

I reply telling them to "go fuck themselves" and advised them to check who it is that are talking to in future, before they go giving demands. Warning them that next time that speak to me like that, I'll put them in a hole where they'll never get to see or speak to anyone ever again, so they can give all the demands and orders they want, with nobody around to hear them, let alone bring them food and water

I also demand they acknowledge they understand what I've told them

They go silent while they check who I am, they acknowledge they heard me and understand

They then apologise and say they were only doing their job

I acknowledge this and tell them I appreciate and understand that they are doing their job, but in future that need check who they are talking to (as they are supposed to in their job) before they go making demands or giving orders. Being much gentler and fairer with them, in return to them speaking to me more respectfully

The person I am with asks me if I'm some type of Captain or something

I reply telling them in more like what they would refer to as a King

New Movies And Music The World Will Likely Now Never See/Hear

This dream/vision, I was in the realm where Hollywood writers supposedly get their ideas

Vivid as far as memory goes

I saw a new Star Trek movie that was supposed to be released this year, or have already been released. Samuel L Jackson was in it

I saw a trailer for a movie supposed to be released in 2022 called "LITHE". It was about a living atomic level intelligence that literally forms out of dust and calls itself (herself) the death. She starts killing off all the powers that be, that consider her a disease, or invading pest. Whereas she states to them very clearly that she was around long with the earth long before humans and that we are the pests. She even forms humanoid Golems while "ridding the world" of those in power

Third was a biopic about a race car driver, driving a car something like the Hudson Hornet back in those days, or days similar to those. I say similar to those because I'm not sure this is actually history, but a alternate version of history. Perhaps a alternate world, or perhaps just a fictional history in our world

The main character is the best race driver in the world. He loans a car from a friend for a month and realises that his rich friends new car is faster than his own

He's seen in the news taking it around a racetrack and setting a new track record

So then, his sponsors, reverse engineer his friends car in order to copy it for their car. For the main characters race car

And his rich friend lets him keep the car, because the publicity he got that particular brand of car by getting the track record, meant that the manufacturer sent him a brand new "top of the line" version of the car as a thank you

It also increased their sales massively amongst African Americans because of how cool the friend was on the news when he was asked about if he'd seen the race driver set his record and he replied, "of course I've seen it, it's my car"

I also heard songs (at least 1 song in particular I can remember) by other bands that were supposed to be released inn the next year, that I believe will now never be written

These songs weren't my band. Maybe in some universe I was supposed to write these songs for other artists to perform. I'm not sure

The words to the chorus were something like "smile a little bit deeper this time"

Whatever the case may be, I think the songs, like the movies, were being "bled" in my dreams, so that they never happen

Making sure the world can't keep on turning without giving me what it is supposed to give me

I don't get mine, they lose theirs

There was pieces for at least 1 or 2 other movies that I saw in this dream/vision as well

One involving a morphable robotic creature that can sneak through pipes by elongating itself

Another that I believe was (may/might have been) some type of Star Wars (and/or Disney) film. Tied to Samuel L Jackson in the Star Trek film

The Star Trek movie doesn't/didn't happen, this Star Wars/Disney movie doesn't/didn't happen

Kinda like their emergency rewrite of the rise of Skywalker. Which was absolutely nothing like it was supposed to be

Dream/Vision Of Hacking Into Australian Defence Software And Making Fighter Jets Fire Upon Hostile Operators They Are Supposed To Be Defending

This dream was very, VERY real and vivid, as if it actually happened

The detail was/is far beyond the pre-effigian world. This was real-life detail, that you do not get in normal dreams. Lights from the headlights of cars through mesh fences. Computer software and operating systems. This dream/vision was real. Somewhere, somehow, with real people, this really happened

In the dream/vision I was just having ...

Hostile Operators were firing upon people on the ground inside a country that was not theirs

I was inside one of the people being fired upon as they were trying to dodge bullets coming out of the darkness (with some deal of success initially)

Then, I wasn't going to allow myself to be their target or let them get away with what they were doing

So I flew into the air, very literally. I stopped trying to dodge their bullets and took off into the air like a rocket

This caused some sense of confusion amongst the operators who were trying to shoot me, because I'm not sure they saw me fly. To them I think it looked like I simply disappeared. I could hear them on their coms freaking out that I was gone

I flew up nearly into space and my vision was overlayed with some type of HUD (head-up display) where I could locate and identify communications and military assets

I was moving at impossible speeds for anything on Earth

I was looking at the communications for the entire country from the sky, then within less than a second, I had flown in to be looking at some type of satellite-dish farm

My HUD isolated the exact relay I needed, then the exact building I needed

Then I was inside the building

I took a communications headset from inside a locker, inside a small concrete building, next to a relay, close to a satellite dish

A USB headset for the server

I opened up a large relay box with a server inside of it and booted into it while I was standing outside in the open

It's some type of server running defence force Linux operating systems

I had to fix the monitor connection

Then I had to go get a second headset from the locker, because the first one wasn't working

Once I had a working headset and the server was booted up. I logged into the server, without even needing to put a username or password in. I guess this is one of the benefits of accessing the defence system locally from within the communications network

I think I was inside some type of military base. I felt aware that I wasn't meant to be there and that I might be spotted, but I wasn't at all worried. I honestly didn't care. I felt comfortable working, knowing that nobody was going to stop and ask me what I'm doing

I'm on the server, in the open, wearing high-vision clothing (no idea where that came from), so everyone is just going to assume I belong there. Nobody is even going to look twice

Nevertheless, I am watching cars drive around me as I access the military software on the server

At a certain point I need to put my fingerprint biometric in to access a particular off-site server. I wasn't expecting this, but I put my fingerprint in and login using credentials and a profile I make for myself instantly, just by thinking about it. Literally. I realise I need a profile, I'm worried about it momentarily, so I create a entire profile and history for someone, to login just by thinking about it

But it feels like I did allot more than just create a profile and user history on a server. It feels like I create a entire person in real life. A real person with a real history, real family, that was really born, to a real bloodline. Completely fabricated just by thinking about it. But complete real. Completely honest. Just so I can access the system

The system denies me access. Not because I couldn't give it. But because I think I needed to interface with a real person in order to validate my manipulation of existence within the time-line

It feels like I needed to interact with someone real, in order for what I'm doing to be real and really effect the timeline act those in it

Using them as a weapon against themselves

By logging in incorrectly, some type of protective security measure kicked in and a woman at a security centre starts talking to me and working on the server screen remotely with me

She brings up the user account details for the biometric data I just input and states to me "you don't have the right access"

I ask her if I can scan again and this time I create a completely different person who I know has access to everything

She freaks out that it's different and I joke with her saying "that's why I asked to scan again, I was like, that's not me!"

She verifies my identity. In more ways than just one. Validating my very existence within the system and being able to create entire bloodlines within reality just to access the computer (again ... Within a SECOND ... Just by thinking about it) ...

Then gives me access to 2 pieces of Australian Military software, that I'm allowed to access, but for some reason I asked her to open for me

These pieces of software very real and vividly clear

Linux based server programs with a simple GUI showing defence assets within the communications network

They even had cool little picture icons identifying things like radar, satellite, or fighter jets

I asked the lady on the phone to leave me in peace to work, which she did

I used the software to locate the operators on the ground and tap directly into their radio communications

Once I heard them talking, I copied their call-sign and voice and called in a strike from the air-support they had standing by ...

I called the air strike "on their location, danger close"

I immediately blocked all the operators communications on the network so they couldn't reply back and/or mess up my command to the fire pilot

Before the pilot had a chance to ask for confirmation, I repeated the command, with their own call sign/identifiers, over their own secured network, to fire on their location danger close and added urgency to the end telling them to do it now

They fired and in my mind I knew that the team of operators who had fired on me earlier, were now dead

I wasn't really bothered by it. Those particular men were horrible men. They deserved to die in my eyes

Then I called in a second strike on the communications satellite in the area they were using to communicate

I heard a council of voices in my head (not radio or technological communications) freaking out, telling me not to destroy the satellite dish, but I ignored them and did it anyway

There was a very specific reason I was doing it. I think it might have something to do with delaying the response time to what has taken place. It would take them allot longer to realise what had happened and communicate with the other non-dead/living team of operators on the ground

I switched over to another satellite dish and patched into the secured communication for both the operators and the jet pilots

I warned them very clearly that from now on, if they treat the life of others as having no value, theirs will be deemed to have no value

I warned them that they will encounter and be confronted by beings that can rip through the very fabric of existence to destroy them if they want

And warned them that they will, if they try killing others like they were doing

I told them that they were beings of light that couldn't be defended against

I asked them what they think they would do if they saw a claw tearing through the fabric of space and existence from another dimension?

Then guaranteed them that they would literally suit their pants. I mean they would REALLY AND ACTUALLY suit their pants

I told them they could not come after me or defend themselves against me, because I wasn't human. That I was off the eye of all. The all eye. I was life itself and the protector of life itself

Lastly I told them if they wanted to call me something (meaning what I am, or belong to, other than human) they could call me/us "Sinian"

I love when I have these military dreams/visions

I love being along for the ride when those who think they are beyond reproach are taught a lesson. Especially if they are taught what it's like to be made expendable or insignificant

It feels almost like my purpose in this world

And it gives me some type of hope for this world ...

Makes me believe for a second that there might be a future for the world ...

Maybe it doesn't need be destroyed

Madonna (Madonnah) Gold Medal Olympian

I saw car races. I was competing and winning

Then movie theatres and a morning "Today show" TV crew outside filming a recreation of a internet video/trend where they gather people to mimic human sculptures/artworks that look like they are made of bronze, to try tip them over with their collective weight

People coming out of the cinema are asked to help

Then they are talking to Grant Hackett about Madonna (Madonnah as it was spelled) winning a gold medal at the Olympics for (solo) synchronised swimming

He admitted to the TV crew that Madonna (Madonnah) can't even swim

So he has no idea how she won a gold medal. It's impossible

Then I'm a person, back in time, carrying Madonna (Madonnah) into the Olympics, on-board a hot air balloon

I fly the balloon in and land it to let her out

It's a human, but not Madonna (Madonnah). It's actually a man dressed as Madonna (Madonnah)

Then I'm in the toilet cleaning up dried shit, mixed with large tree seeds (literally)

And while I'm doing it, they are going through all the conspiracy theories (that are actually true) and reasons that Madonna (Madonnah) couldn't possibly have won a Olympic medal

"It was clearly a man. You can see him covering up the bulge of his bits during the routine"

"She can't swim"

It was a montage of how the process was corrupt and people trying to work out how and why, she'd been given medals at the Olympics

I think it was actually more than one medal, though most people were concentrating on the pool medal

Nobody could understand how they were being allowed to get away with it, when they had been blatantly busted

Matrix 4

I saw (yet another) version of a Matrix film

This one wasn't like the other trilogy sequels I'd seen

I think this might be a version of the movie that's being made