RUSSIA AND AMERICA, AND LASER EYES

I am at Casuarina beach at night time with a big group of people

They are waiting for guidance from a higher being, entity or race

I am waiting with them, until I start projecting laser images into the sky from my eyes

Then they realise I am the one they are waiting for

I deliver them a warning about something they are doing

Then I show them what will happen if they do not do what they are told

I see an image of a street full of Western shops

The shops all adopt a Russian flag on their front window

Then I see the shop windows filled with riches like gold and jewellery

Then I see the American military drowned in the ocean. Dead bodies and destroyed military equipment, all floating peacefully in the bottom of the sea

Then I see America, in poverty

It is almost like Russia and America have swapped places

Russia is prosperous, and America has a taste of its own global economic medicine

Then I am on the bus coming back from the beach talking to a girl I know

I see a picture of her and two of her friends

She asks if I drew it. I said I did

Then I realise the picture is computer altered

I tell her I did some images on the computer

She asks why her face was layered into the image using a computer

I told her the other image of her face I layered this one over, was not a good picture

I ask her to get off the bus and come with me

She says no, telling me "When this thing inside me is gone"

I get off the bus, sad that I am once again alone, and realise I do not have the keys to my car

They are in my backpack, which I left on the bus

I start walking around to the other side of Casuarina, to the bus depot, to go retrieve me bag and keys

I try run, but I find it hard. It is like one of my legs doesn't work, so I have to hop along on one leg

People are laughing at me and mocking me, so I force myself to use both my legs even though it really hurts

I do not have much faith I will get my bag back though. I remember leaving my bag on the bus once before and I never ended up getting it back

I have no doubt that someone will take it, be it the bus driver, or someone getting off the bus

I get to the bus depot and there are no buses there. Wherever the bus is, it is gone. Along with my bag and keys