O Goncho, on the other hand, is a pure white dragon that appears every 50 years, morphing into a golden bird. It is a harbinger of famine and represents lack.
An older dream in which I am walking down an alley. Stopping near an area of dumpsters and telephone poles, I look up and there is a white (albino) dragon caught in electrical wires suspended mid-air. It is raining and the dragon, larger than life (it was actually white with some minor pink tones) and rather uncomfortable-looking, struggles to get itself loose. I want to try to help but there is not much I can do and lightning appears to be an impending risk. In Japanese culture, most dragons are water deities associates with rainfall and bodies of water. According to Wikipedia, "Mizuchi 蛟 or 虯 was a river dragon and water deity. The Nihongi records legendary Emperor Nintoku offering human sacrifices to mizuchi angered by his river engineering projects" and Watatsumi 海神 "sea god" or Ryūjin 龍神 "dragon god" "was the ruler of seas and oceans, and described as a dragon capable of changing into human form. He lived in the undersea Ryūgū-jō 龍宮城 "dragon palace castle", where he kept the magical tide jewels."
O Goncho, on the other hand, is a pure white dragon that appears every 50 years, morphing into a golden bird. It is a harbinger of famine and represents lack.
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This morning I awoke to having recalled 2 dream messages or scenarios. In one the US was attacked by three different countries. In another, something was confirmed as to my suspicions but I can not recall that piece of information 100% at the present time, but it may have had something to do with what has been terms the Harvest.
I'll take the time to mention a few older dreams now. I have often dreamed of tornadoes, and it has been my belief that, given natural earth changes and the extent to which we are running the planet into the ground, strange weather will continue to happen. I'm no stranger to tornadoes having grown up in the Dallas, TX. I still recall the bright, alien green sky through the cafeteria windows at my school where we spent many an occasion crouched uncomfortably in the hallway. The most recent tornado dream of mine was one in which I was riding in a friend's car down a road. A large tornado passed by, then not much later a second one came alongside the road, however this one forced us off to the side near a ditch in order to seek coverage, but soon enough it had passed, or at least the dream ended there. Uncannily, the location looked and felt like where I grew up in Dallas. Only a few weeks later at least 13 tornadoes struck Dallas, two of which were rather large, but miraculously there were no serious injuries, mostly due to the warning systems in place and the time of day at which they struck. In an earlier dream, I was in an urban area. There were many buildings that were devastated, including thick concrete buildings, the cause of which was not readily apparent to me in recall. There was much rubble around and half torn open buildings. It was night time and suddenly a tornado came barreling down the street or alleway, forcing me and friends to seek coverage in some half-remaining 4-5 story buildings. (Recently DARPA has been making headway into robotics and their use in security applications and on the battlefield.) I had a dream a few years ago (yet another relating to the topic of missiles) where US skies rained missiles from a foreign threat. After leaving the city limits and surviving the initial barrage or conflict, I was later placed in house arrest. The only thing guarding myself and the roommates, all of which were equally being held "legally", was one single robot, equipped with cameras, sensors, and other gadgetry. The thing that struck me about this gizmo was the limited intelligence and the ease in which we could evade its monitoring. I eventually left "house arrest" and though I was tailed by a police car, I escaped by "flying", which in my dreams is a frequent form of transportation, and entered a cloud where someone was awaiting me. This brings me to another topic of my dreams which has to do with martial law. In yet another dream, this one from 3-4 years ago, individuals in my city were rounded up by the military. Each person was given a color corresponding to their threat level. Green indicated no threat. Yellow indicated a warning, or mild threat status. And red corresponded to a terrorist level threat. I was given the yellow, and along with my peers was placed in the back of a military personnel vehicle for escorting elsewhere. There is one other dream along this vein I would like to mention. It took place rather recently and in it, once again, martial law had been declared, this time rather "ad hoc". Individuals were asked to stay indoors wherever they were at the time if their names happened to be on a list in their district. I was not on the list, and I recall searching for supplies and wishing I had prepared more in advance, considering there was a run on some of them. Either these are aspects of imagination, or that which is buried deep within the unconscious that correspond to worrying trends we see increasing around us today, or they are worrying signs themselves that ought to be headed, the sentiment of which is that the American Dream is starting to collapse. Through the course of it, we may see drastic changes brought about by our government or our inability to change. This morning I had a dream that I was standing in a long line inside of a building - maybe it was a cafeteria lunch line or something similar. While waiting I went through my pockets and pulled out a coin that I began fiddling around with. The coin was a new-looking nickel with a "shield design" embedded inside of it (upon after-reflection there are newer shield coins out in addition to older ones from the 1800's). What I noticed on this newer coin was that, if you held it at the right angle, you could see, almost as plain as day, a second design built into the original, and the second design revealed a Nazi Swastika. In slight disbelief I showed it to some other people nearby and then decided to take a second glance and size it up further. In addition to the swastika there was a shield that had the "SS" symbol embedded into it. At this point I was more of a state of disbelief than before. Just then a strange, dilapidated yellow jacket fell out of the bottom of the coin. Apparently this represented "evil" or "the devil".
I was temporarily in a dream-like state yesterday morning. While there I had the impression of three bombings or attacks of one kind or another. One of them was at an airport which I believe to be in the UK. One of the terminals was blown up, perhaps with a bomb on a plane or just in the terminal itself. I saw mostly physical damage and charring to the terminal/docking area from an outside view. The other two locations were either unknown or lost in dream memory.
I drive a Kia. The brakes on the thing have been spongy on and off now for a little while, but I have been both lazy and avoidant about fixing them. Enter a dream about no brakes. I was driving along the roadways when suddenly I discovered that I could not stop my vehicle at all. What's worse is that, when I applied the lever, the emergency brake would not work either. As a last ditch effort I slammed the gear shift into park just to help stop my vehicle. After getting out to assess the situation, I witnessed that the rear brakes had literally been pulled out of place and were laying on the ground next to the rear wheel.
The interpretation: Today I had a brake inspection done only to be presented with over $800 in repairs. The master cylinder has to be replaced, along with the rear brake cylinders, front rotors, and fluid (call me cheap but I now fully intend to do it myself with $150 in parts from the local parts store). What the dream informed me approximately one week in advance was that a) the master cylinder was getting worse (becoming a safety issue in the last two days) b) the emergency brake was now suddenly going way too far out of adjustment and c) the rear cylinders were leaking (already known), now causing too much dust build up and wear and tear at the back of the vehicle. This all sounds fairly irrelevant to most readers, but what it goes to show you is that if you pay close attention to your dreams they can definitely provide helpful information about what lies ahead. All you need to do is be open to and acknowledge dream symbolism and potential warnings when they occur. Whether they are about your health or finances, keep them in mind and see how they may or not be of use to you. Remind yourself before going to bed and think about your dreams immediately upon waking. Realize they may not always make full sense right away. The future is always open to change, but if you are more alert you can often work to change it in a more beneficial way. Remember that in the space of dreams time is instantaneous and fluid. This dream recounting may be a bit on the fringe side. But this is what came up last night after going to sleep and thinking too much time had passed since I last had a dream with interesting details to share. So I slipped off with the hope that whatever came up would be remembered and here are those details for your amusement and rumination. They do not necessarily represent the future. As is always the case with dreams, they may be representative of one or many realities, or may offer some sliver of truth through dream symbolism, while other times they are simply random. In any case, they often provide us with some intriguing insight into the deeper recesses of the unconscious psyche.
I can't say I have given very much thought to the possibility before (after all, there are many other star systems in the universe), but I found myself coming to the conclusion that I am, in fact, "Pleiadian", and from here on out I would claim as such to whomever I met. It might have been that my space brethren landed here on Earth and then took the opportunity to present to me my own official membership into the club, or perhaps these were signals received through latent antennae hidden somewhere beneath latent temporal lobes informing me of my true origins among the stars! Whatever the case, it was somewhat liberating to embrace my new cosmic status and come out from the shadows of terrestrial anonymity. I next found myself in a rather nondescript place chancing upon a friend I had not seen since about the 4th grade. We both acknowledged each other. I placed my right hand over my third eye while placing the left hand over my heart (or vice versa). I then took them both away towards him as a friendly gesture or greeting. He then replied in like manner. This is a greeting I had never heard of before, but I think I rather like it. It represents the offering of both heart and mind to the other and, I suppose, represents a universal connection or brotherhood. What more could one ask for really in a friendly hello? (Edit: interestingly enough, after recounting the dream to my mom, she informed me of a ritual they used at her Rosicrucian lodge which involved approaching an alter in three steps, then placing the left fingertips on the third eye and the right hand over the heart in a kind of offering. The Rosicrucian teachings evolved, in part, from the Egyptian magic teachings, of which it has been purported by some that they were handed down by transient passengers from elsewhere. Take it as you will). As it so happens, some months ago I had another alien-visitor-related dream. In this one I came upon a group of people that were gathering in increasing numbers. This was very similar to the later scenes from Close Encounters, but imagine it in the suburbs or out on the edge of the city, not in the country. A makeshift meeting of some officials mixed with people that randomly decided to show up. Perhaps some of them were meant to be there. Perhaps most of them had heard something about it word of mouth or in the news. The gist of it being that there was going to be an pseudo-official landing of sorts. The landing occurred with some fanfare, and at this point there were many more people that were involved, though there was no official sanction to what was going on. However, the scene was complete with news media, cameras, flash photography and people gathering closely around a path. It appeared that some astronauts were coming home from a very long journey in the stars. Either they elected to go or they were taken. This is unclear. The first of these were weary but looked of good health, whereas one that followed was not so well off, and then lastly there was one whose skin looked leathery and depleted, as if aged prematurely in a time machine or life-force-extracting mechanism! These were also accompanied by grey beings that parted from the craft. The event marked the beginning of mass contact between the outside visitors and the rest of us here on Earth. Automatic drawing I did once on paper which a "medium" later told me was a "Pleiadian" by one of her sources: With what is unfolding lately surrounding an alleged terror plot to kill the Saudi ambassador to the US and "Fast and Furious", I thought I would rehash this dream from 2010 related to the Mexican drug cartels.
Before I begin the dream, let me first mention a separate one that I had well over a year ago, and perhaps even two. In that dream I was walking through barren fields with only dead grass and some dry dirt and rocks. The whole scene took place in Mexico. I was actually on a dirt path leading down a slight slope and I could see for quite some distance. Every 100-200 yards or so I could see a very tall crucifix. There were people held captive and at each crucifix an individual was being taken and placed into position on the cross to be burned. These were essentially locals that seemed innocent and helpless, from what I could figure. Two men passed me down the path. Each one held the arm of a man in the middle. This person was covered from head to toe in flames. The quality of the flame was such that it was smooth and well defined. It blew back lightly as the three men calmly walked down the path. When I visited Chichen Itza that following Spring (of last year), I was struck by how similar much of the area looked. Being that this area of the Yucatan was heavily affected by Hurricane Ida the year before, most of the trees were leveled and it indeed looked rather barren. Now to the dream which took place a couple of months afterwards. I lived at a motel, small resort, apartment complex, or some place that had a pool and plenty of outdoor seating surrounding it. One could imagine something built in the 50's or 60's and not be too far off, but it was certainly not ran down. I found myself at the pool and having left some belongings on a couple of lounge chairs. After going to pick them up, I noticed a gang of thugs or drug dealers surrounding the area. They were busying themselves with going through the things and already claim some as theirs. I went to get them back but one of them pulled a gun on me, so I backed away. Very quickly many other individuals were being bullied or roughed up. I remember that I had lived upstairs in a room or apartment and diagonally below me some of these thugs were living there now too. In fact, there was a small restaurant in the lower level that the gangsters were somehow involved with. The cops were actually afraid to get involved with this gang. I believe because they were a Mexican cartel that had ties to the Russian Mafia. At any rate, I was confronted again by some young members of the gang. They were killing people and abusing others so I told them they needed to stop. The next thing I know is that one of them shot me in the stomach. This gun shot didn't much phase me. And emboldened by this fact, I yelled directly back at him "you can't kill me mother-f*cker!". A struggle ensues, wherein I am further shot, multiple times, and then finally one of his friends pulls out a "designer" chrome-plated gun and proceeds to shoot me in the head three times. In a final episode of defiance, as I fall to my knees, rather like in some Robert Rodriguez film, I manage to pull out my middle finger and stick it in his face. Surprisingly I am still alive. I find myself walking across the tennis courts and then fainting as two individuals come over to my aid. At this point I was in the middle of a "natural high" feeling, which was probably the result of some form of shock or my body shutting down. The overall impression I had with this dream was that Texas was being invaded by the Mexican drug cartels and no one could really do anything about it. The government, for whatever reason, was busy with something else or had its hands tied. Maybe it was already broke and struggling just to stay together. I do know that not long afterward activity worsened over the course of several months. After the dream, I remembered thinking of the movie Viva Max (1969), which I saw only as a kid, in which a Mexican general re-captures the Alamo, upsetting Texans, and the national guard was sent in. My dad was an extra in that film by the way! Part I
I find myself shopping at the grocery store. I am near the last isle in the corner which I would like to reach but am prevented from doing so for some reason (there must be a delay). I look through the cracks in the isle to see what is visible on the shelf, but the last isle is at least two rows over. When I finally get to it there is a gentleman with a device set on the shelf. On the device is a knob which he controls. It apparently has the ability to increase radioactivity. As it starts going up and up, I warn him he'd better be careful (and in the process wonder why someone would do such a thing so calmly and calculated). I quickly leave the area, heading to the front of the store carrying an old civil defense Geiger counter I bought some time ago. Along the way I measure 30 Sieverts/hr and it's still rising. I can feel the "heat" of the radiation itself at this point (symbolic?) and warn others to move to the front of the store and beyond if they don't want to be affected. Part II I'm in a shelter, bunker, or other dark place/room. I and some others are anticipating a destructive event of some sort. An explosion, a nuclear attack, or perhaps a destructive storm? I play out in my mind how the moment of death would occur and reach the conclusion that, given how quickly I would be torn apart, it would not be that bad! Part III I am being shown a "map" which reveals lush grassy lands. I am told of at least one place that would be fertile and safe, that which used to be the "land of faeries and elves". I believe the map to represent Finland in particular, Scandinavia at large, Iceland and perhaps some other areas of Europe represented as green. I am left with two waking impressions in the form of phrases: "A director is dead" and "Admiral Nimitz walks the plank". Edit: This link shows what the radiation fallout from a typical nuclear blast would look like. Interestingly, the first circle represents 3,000 REM, or 30 Sieverts. (The first dream withheld due to the personal nature of it.)
Fast-forwarding ahead, the dream tails off into something else wherein I am walking along a dirt trail on a mountain-side or edge of a cliff. The dirt and rocks begin to give way and I, along with other individuals, fall down to the lower area where some people below are walking next to a river on a path, however my fall is slowed and I realize that I can actually fly and travel wherever I want to go, which is often the case in my dreams. A parting message from the relative as I awake is "Seig Heil!", which is accompanied by parade-like music. This is a form of sarcasm of sorts relating to that part of society (current or future) that represents domination and control. The other day I was reading something on the internet and the city of Galveston, TX was mentioned. This immediately brought to mind a dream I had had the previous evening. Unfortunately, that dream was all but lost into the void of the subconscious, however a general portion of it remained.
I was looking at or shown some images of a devastated area. It reminded me of what was left after Katrina, or perhaps worse: there was nothing but sticks and splinters littered around trees. Whatever the cause of the mess, I was somehow able to determine the location, replying rather matter-of-factly to myself: "Oh, that was Galveston" ...(that was just annihilated). Those are the only details I can recall. (Edit: in 2017 Hurricane Harvey caused much flooding and damage in Galveston, TX) Stay tuned for more dreams. I will be listing some older ones on the website soon. |
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