Key-word is sleep. I don't get much of that these days and because of that I don't usually dream. Today I did and it's not something normal. I mean, would you expect anything less?
This is what I remember from the dream:
I'm laying downstairs in the house I grew up in. The one in Blaine. I'm laying in a queen bed with my sister Nikki under the only window in the room. She is sleeping and I'm looking out the window. The window is bigger than when we lived there when I was young.
It's early morning. It's light out but most everyone is sleeping. My eyes are open but I'm groggy. I look at the sky by arching my head backwards and notice the clouds swirling. They are wispy clouds but mostly cover the sky.
I see a flash of light in the shape of two rectangles and immediately I recognize the shape of two equal size boxes descending through the clouds. I launch out of bed, leaving Nikki to fend for herself, run upstairs to find my camera.
I can't find it.
I arrive upstairs and the sky is now brilliantly clear. I'm standing in front of the living room wall of windows to see the largest most spectacular space vehicle. I have never seen such masterful work - even in movies. I remember thinking to myself that no man could ever create something so beautiful. The length was as large as 3-4 of the backyard houses and as high as the eye could see. That said, I was still able to see the entire craft. It was purple, silver, blue, white and brilliant and it shined with cleanliness but never hurt your eyes.
I was stunned by the sheer sight of it and unable to move. My sheer determination found the energy to forge ahead without losing sight of the massive space craft in my backyard. I woke my mom and dad. I yelled for my other sister in her front bedroom.
Despite being in my childhood home, my family was older and I could see their families in my head when I called for them. They were crazy with the sight of what was happening yet everyone was calm. It was as if they knew we would not be harmed.
At that moment of realization, the noise was deafening as a very large blue lit laser beam escaped from the craft and began to carve massive cylindrical hole into the earth. It was aimed at the bedroom downstairs that I had come from and my thoughts were paralyzed with my sister still sleeping.
I prayed she was OK as I heard yelling and screaming from the front of the house. It was Nikki, angry, cold and scared. I asked my dad for the key to unlock the door and it was like time had stopped in slow motion as he handed me the key.
Very small, coated with a metallic Grey substance and with a locking mechanism shaped like a rectangle, it was like no other key I had seen before. I looked at my father in disbelief but was quickly snapped back into reality at the sound of his urgent voice telling me to unlock the door..
I let Nikki in. She was frantic and explained that she was nearly killed by the beam of light carving a whole into the home below us. Once inside, the beam had began to etch corrections to a bunch of technical drawings for a space craft of my own I had been working on but couldn't get the landing gear correct.
They corrected the errors and etched communication into the wall of the bedroom. While this happened we could hear a loud unforgiving alien language being announced dictating the etching. No one around understood this language but a telepathic voice translated the etching in English to my family.
The message was this: The election outcome would bring a horrible devastating to the world and the emphasis would be on the United States of America. We were to leave immediately, sell what we could to raise funds for the tickets, leave our homes, jobs and possessions behind. We were to take as many people as possible to a certain location on the planet to survive the impending doom. Whomever we convinced would be the only surviving people left on the planet. We were to use the corrected schematics to build a space vehicle to escape if the planet conditions were still uninhabitable after a certain period of time.
They were the keepers. The ones that watched our race of people evolve but were unable to help the masses.
It was then that I woke up sweating, groggy and withing seconds - wide awake. I ran to the living room to bring my laptop into the bedroom, snuggled into my covers and began writing this entry. I don't know what compelled me to write my dream and document it for all to see but I had this feeling of urgency.
To all who have questions:
- I don't know the location.
- I don't know what happens after that.
- I don't know the impending doom.
- I don't know who wins the election however I have an idea of who it may be.
Perhaps my fears about the next possible president to this country are manifesting in my dreams?
All I know is that if I the had tried to recreate the dream and gone back to bed, it would not have been pure. I would have made up the rest and forgot the original part then it would defeat the purpose of it being a DREAM and having a possible hidden message.
I wonder what that could be....
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