COMETS PLANET X
COMETS
Genesis
of Light ...
The above message was taken from the original afterword which was a contineous log evolving into the update editorial page. I had not intended this to happen, I had no idea how such a small portion of the PAL Oil System could become so popular. One might say God works in strange ways... I decided to place all the dreams (mine) on one page as readers suggested this. This page will almost preload every image in the Mobius Insight. If this is the first time you have been on this site, and this is the first page you are viewing, it will take time to load. The other sections will then load very quickly as you will have stored most of the images in your browser cache.
UPDATE 1-16-98
I had a dream repeat, and it is centered around a ship. This dream series depicting ships started about 1993 and one vessel is crewed by tired and scruffy naval personal that are obviously hauling refugees. All of our clothing is badly worn but clean. Because of the woman and children, the men sleep on what can only be described as thin mattresses or mattress type pads, and comfort is not really an issue. It seems to be some sort of large landing craft, such as those which might haul heavy equipment, and it has large centrifuges for fuel cleaning purposes. One fuel tank cover plate is off and careful watch is kept on the amount of diesel we have left. I am just as tired as the rest, and am involved repairing an engine that will ultimately go into another vessel. It is a Caterpillar and the engine is used for generating electricity.
This section was also broken
by "bad transmission", but is still intact elsewhere. This is why I am editing the page.
What is missing here is my Arizona or desert location descriptions.
Now why would these be blanked? Perhaps I should rely on detailed
maps and other graphics...
I am driving by a graveyard which
seems to have a wash running by...
The grass is green in this
graveyard and there is water close by. It is an anomaly to the
rest of the dry dusty scene and I know the caretaker who was in
the military service. The markers are small and most are flat
stones with scattered uprights here and there. I turned up a wash
and suddenly realized my fuel was low. I had to turn around in
soft ground cover (sandy) and hoped I would not have to use four
wheel drive. Taking a shortcut from where I had turned off, I
could see my destination across a dirt and sage plain. I knew
where I was going. Switching to my other gas tank, I noticed it
was 3/4 full which set my mind at ease. I drove my present vehicle
to a store which had a service station and equipment yard nearby.
What was so interesting about this is I really paid attention
this time to what was in the store. I can draw this out and some
of the surrounding area without a problem. The girl inside was
excited because she had come up with two new tires for my F-250
Ford truck and I had requested those some time before. She reminded
my a lot of my daughter-in-law Nan, but I did not call her by
name, so it really was not her. It was like Christmas... (I was
known and was living in the highlands) There was not very much
on the shelf, but a large selection of bass fishing lures had
come in with other miscellaneous goods. They had me try on a new
black leather coat, but the only one in my size was saved for
someone else. There was a small candy selection and a little sign
stated, "For Children Only..." Money was excepted for
all exchanges and I was being very frugal, with fuel expense and
usage of that commodity on my mind the entire time. I have never
seen these people before in my life at the present time, but I
will recognize them when the time comes. There is no doubt in
my mind about this. I also know there is an underground facility
nearby, much like a mine complex, because I have been there and
worked there from time to time...
UPDATE 3-3-98
Dreams happen and this morning I awoke and came down stairs to write down what drove me from the bed. As I mentioned above things have been somewhat peaceful in this area of my life, but all good things must end sometime and this was the time. I was visiting someone on a hill and I think it was in the grays Harbor area, though I could not really recognize the person. I had just came back from the beach, which was not that far away, and had been scavenging and looking around. Others were doing the same thing, wading out into the water to retrieve fresh objects, and I did not see one child. I tried to stay out of the water, knowing it was the possible carrier of nasty germs. At the high water tidal mark there were all kinds of things, and the area I was picking through looked like a thousand women had dumped their purses all at the same time. Little bottles of perfume, some with labels and some without, were strewn everywhere and tubes of lipstick were present as well as make-up in general. All had the appearance of washing around for some time, and other bottles which may have been vitamins and other pills of unknown variety were strewn about. It would have the impact a place like Walmart or a big drugstore would produce if it washed out and back up again from the sea. As far up and down the beach as I could see on this gray day was wreckage. Someone had shouted out in the low incoming surf and I could here the voice clearly call out that another body was washing in for the body patrol. The feeling I had was the sea was much closer to my house than it is now... Suddenly I was driving down the road to my place, and woke up.
This was a first time part of an old sequence and the visiting on the hill was a key. I did not recognize the beach area at all but the hill I know leads past the Satsop cemetery and I have friends in the upper valley past it. This is not a long trip thing out of an unknown area. This is a local event. Did I think of something or do anything the day before to trigger the type of dream? Not to my knowledge... I also am not stressed out from it as I did not really try to interreact with anything. You might say I am learning how to keep energy levels low now, for want of a better explanation. This dream means nothing has changed from the beach and Grays Harbor predictions I have made, and I was hoping there would be some kind of reprieve. If we are going to get one, it does not seem to be in this area of the future...
Dreams: Vashon
Island can be added to the list as far as lower waterfront destruction.
Cle Elum gets hit ultimately with heavy flooding... In fact,
all river basins seem to have the same problem. Rain and or snow
mix has to be the culprit as well as some broken dams. It
all fits, right down to the UFO sightings. There is absolutely
no question in my mind that history is about to repeat itself.
Arizona has had some interesting weather this year according to
my sources down there. Expect more and more rain down there as
time passes. Even Art Bell in Nevada is going to have to get used
to the green color, but he will get a start when he comes up to
Vancouver BC next month for his Alaska trip.
This is the dream about The President, Bill Clinton.
Anyway, I have always had
one ship in my dreams that puzzles me, but I think I have the
handle one it now... This is the fifth time for the same setting
and I will do my best to give you the visuals and try to impart
my emotions. You have
to understand something about me and my dreams, all of you. I
have always dreamed in total living color all my life, with no
known exceptions, period. Any of you physiologists out there that
would try to tell me this just is not so, I may dream in black
and white, then relive it before I wake in color. If this is so,
I only remember color then. That is the only other possibility.
This ongoing saga about a voyage and odd vessel started about
1993, and the last two sequences have been since January. The
rest were more or less spread along the time line from present
to 1993.
This ship is the most interesting one in my dreams for several reasons. Now I am an ex-chief Engineer inspected in the US Merchant Marine, and I am of the Sea People... and yet curiously comfortable away from the sea. I know this now, but it took 5 years to get used to the idea. When I was in the Fifth and Sixth grades, I was standing wheel watches and ran old APN4 Loran sets, navigating by electronics and compass. I did it all and played both captain and chief, as well as cook, deck hand, and cabin boy. (My father, being a fair man, put my sisters through the same thing...) I became a pro and there was no way in hell that you could ever keep a good chief off the bridge, or a good captain out of the engine room. That is why I know this ship is symbolic, at least one of the reasons... The only place and time I go out on deck is by way of the bow. There are two small hatches with (port and Stbd.) ladders that take one out to a very cramped and small bow deck area. The house rises up from there, and the vessel has no walk around deck. I never go up to the bridge on this vessel, ignoring it completely. I never stay out very long, and when I look over the bow there is nothing but gray fog. Looking down I cannot see the sea nor the bow wake. This "vessel" has four levels not counting the bridge. The first deck has galley/mess area and living quarters, as well as food storage, and has outside inclosed corridors which are narrow and separates the center section which seems to be quite wide. When one travels from the bow to the stern, the center section ends and the corridors empty into a large totally enclosed aft deck area. One cannot see out as there seems to be no portholes except in a few doors along either side which can be opened and things tossed out, but could only be used for passage if the vessel were docked, WHICH DOES OCCUR once, BUT AFTER SOME PERIOD OF TIME... Below on the second deck from the bottom of the vessel is a large cargo type area which is partially bulk headed off and seems to run the length of the vessel, though in truth I have never gone very far toward the bow from the ladders down in the stern area, always stopping at the first row of crossed beams. The first portion is lightly lit with yellow/gold light, there are some occupied rooms or quarters on each side for a short distance forward, and everything forward of that is in darkness. From this level, and again in the stern, there is another level down which is black and has a couple of access holes about 3 foot square. It is like a bilge area, the odorous bottom of the ship as near as I can tell, and I have never been into it at this time. THERE HAS NEVER BEEN AN ENGINE ROOM IN MY DREAMS ABOUT THIS VESSEL! In short, no bridge to steer from, and no engine to propel, and no interest on my part to seek either one... I now believe this symbolic dream depicts the earth sailing through space.
The top bow deck which is very small is safe for a short period of time as long as one does not stay out too long, which may mean only certain areas of the surface of Earth will be safe for short periods of time. The next level is the crew or most of humanity, and safe shelter, not comfortable, but not uncomfortable either. We are always working here somewhere, cleaning and painting, as well as building things in the very large enclosed stern area, just as if we were underground and still building. The next level down has very few inhabitants, and I stayed there just once to sleep. That was enough for me, but we had plenty of room for lower future expansion, the cavern like void was already done and waiting. (I could see dim crisscrossed steel like girders in the gloom just past the yellow/gold light.
The very bottom area was off limits and inhabited by undesirable passengers. Two openings from the second deck in the stern, (The yellow/gold light area) and two in the bow. Trouble in the form of harassment always originated from this spot. Twice I have found this out, and I do know there is a small hatch in the deck of the very forward food freezer area, which has a pantry storeroom on each side of it. The hatches or hatch is at least on the port side pantry deck way back in the racks of storage. This also leads to the bottom level. (The totally black area...)
The food served in the mess room is plentiful but limited. Most of the dishes are seafood related, and the ratio is about four to one. It is served up cafeteria style and the people running the mess are a mix of men and women. There are children present, and everyone watches out for them just as they would in a good neighborhood or small community. Sleeping arrangements are divided upon sex with the women having their privacy, and the men having the same. The best accommodations are used by the women and children. The lighting reminds me of the living room of most homes at night and there is always a startling difference when one climbs the ladder and pops out on the small open bow into natural brightness. I have only seen a child go out on this small deck into the open once, and that was for a peek.
There always seems to be much activity all the time, and there really is no sense of day or night, but the feeling of work shifts comes to mind like standing watches on a vessel or working three shifts in a factory of sorts. There also is the sense of direction and purpose, much as if one were driving to some destination for a number of days and finally arrives at the place. I am sure you all know that feeling. The children question when they can leave the shelter areas at port, and when are we going to get to port. We always tell them soon or just a little while longer.
Have you ever been on board a ship when it is at dockside and is not fully functioning? The outer corridors are like that on this ship, a cool damp feeling. The lower yellow gold lit area is warm feeling, as it the central mess area and living quarters. The very stern area we are always adding beams and working on is a low light area, but not damp and cool. Just the outside corridors for some reason...
The clothing can best be described as casual or work clothes for men, and there are no ball room gowns or mini skirts here. There was one celebration party, much like Thanksgiving, when the gals got dolled up and put on makeup, and the men all were shaven and nicely dressed, but it would remind a person of camping more than anything else. Everyone wears pants and in most cases, warm sweaters or heavy shirts, all genders. The only thing that is really colorful is the clothing, and some attempt at decoration in the central area. Power comes from a generator area below the central area and possibly a section of the Yellow light area is involved, but the best lighting is in this area. Fuel is a primary concern, and not to be wasted. This is not to be confused as the Main Enginroom of a ship. This is a generator room, actually two bulk headed off by enlarge, with the large passage between them on the port side. We always keep an eye on the water level and flooding in these areas is of primary concern, for we know if we lose power, we are in deep trouble... I am acknowledged as an engineer, but do not have total control over this area. No one does... We all work as a team to keep the power flowing, and our biggest fear is making a mistake in the power area which could effect all people.
We are all refugees...
Some of the women have lost their husbands, and some of the men have lost their wives... In this respect there is a prevailing feeling of sadness about the losses. Some of the people are elderly, and keep fairly much to the central area, working with the kids.
No one person is called captain, and no one person is called chief to designate rank. Everything is decided upon in council. The women have as much say as the men in the running of things, and sexual discrimination or harassment is not even brought up or thought of. Race is not an issue... nor is religion.
I have lived this ship and can draw it out in great detail, but this is the way all of my dreams are. There is nothing unusual about that for me. Taste and odor seem to be the only senses missing... This is the stage and I tried to set it as well as I could for you. Try to visualize and project yourself into the ship. Try to draw it out as best you can. This is the stage you are going to meet Bill Clinton on. This is the stage the President of the United States is going to participate on. This is part of the future...
Update: 4-18-98
I was in the very stern area when one may I have seen before approached me and told me he had someone he wanted to introduce to me. I turn, and there was President Bill Clinton. He looked younger, well rested, trim and only his hair gave away his age and the wear and tear on him. It was graying to the point of white. He was wearing brown pants and a lighter colored shirt of flannel or something similar. He looked good, very good... I was surprised and pleased all at the same time. Instinctively I liked him and could feel the warm power from his presence. I never realized he had such a total charismatic presence, and I smiled with some amusement as I took his hand, shook it, and said, "I am honored to meet you Mr. President." He replied, "The pleasure is all mine. I never expected you to call me Mr. President." I smiled and replied, " Neither did I, but you've earned it..." He laughed " Ex-President and enjoying every minute of it, or I was..." and we began working together while the others moved off, each working on a project of his own. I briefly spoke about his past troubles and the result on the Presidency, and we were both in agreement. The past is past, and we agreed upon this and then he reflectively told me they knew in Washington D. C. that this blow to Earth was going to occur... "We tried, we really tried to minimize all of this...", he said apologetically as we worked. We liked working together and enjoyed each others company as we shored things up to extend the "stern" area...
Now let the reader get something straight right now. I do not consider myself a Clinton Man, or a Newt Man, Bush Man, Gore Man, anything man... I am not a Republican, nor am I a Democrat. I am not a Conservative nor a Liberal. I am an American. If I met Bill Clinton right now, I would not call him Mr. President with the commanding degree of honest affection and admiration I felt when I spoke those words. Some is going to happen, something Bill Clinton is truly going to be remembered for, and it is something great. I do not know if he will be President when this happens, but it is going to happen and he is going to be a hero, that is for sure. No one booed him when he came into the stern area. He was warmly welcome in no uncertain terms by all. There was detail in our private discussion but I am treating that just as I would a private conversation between friends, for it would serve no purpose to do otherwise. The first few paragraphs in chapter 1 of the Mobius Insight covers the material. Back to the dream...
Finally we gathered some scrapers and started down the port corridor from the stern, and went to a forward bulkhead area that separated the galley/stern/mess area. We looked up to the overhead and we could see where someone had been working there, and they were using something like a small disk on an electric drill for sanding, the embossing the shapes of small galaxies, for want of a better description, and knew the marks could not be covered with paint. We both looked down the long corridor to the Stern, and knew the entire overhead had to be done the same way to look presentably pleasing. We also knew we were getting hungry, and the President remarked about it, patting his belly. "The galley and mess area is just through that small door, and there is a small freezer right next to you on the outside wall compartment behind you if you really are desperate...", I jokingly remarked at the time. To my surprise, he curiously opened the small reserve freezer which was much like a small pantry, and a frozen bologna rolled out. "Hey! I like baloney", he said. I saw him pick the big thing up and remarked, "I think there is some already thawed in the galley..." He grinned and replied, "I have had all the old baloney I need for a lifetime. Now fresh baloney is different..." We both just cracked up with laughter and the president headed for the galley with his precious fresh sausage as I headed for the stern, to find the electric drills...
In the stern, I decided to drop down to the yellow/gold area and look around as I thought the drills might be in the work area there. A woman and a young boy, I would guess his age to be about 7, came around the corner of the totally inclosed shaft area that dropped from the stern area to the next level down. (This "trunk shaft seems to be about 10 feet square, and residing between the two decks it forms what would look like a square pillar from floor to ceiling, or from deck to overhead if you prefer.) Have you ever been in a parking garage where the elevator between levels is in the middle? It looked like that but I did not notice any observable side openings and to this date this does not change. (I have never been in the thing either, though it is open from the stern deck.) The boy was a nice young fellow and his mother was about 5'9"-5'10", slightly to the slender side, and had light brownish blond hair with natural curl to it cropped short. She was like many of the other women who had lost their husbands or children, a sadness surrounding her. When I caught her eye, a sudden warm affection surrounded us. (Their quarters were on the stbd. side of the vessel.) Now this woman I would say was in her thirties and I would guess her breasts to be slightly larger than normal for her size, though it was hard to tell even with the pullover tan sweater she had on. (I did forget to check her hands, and that is important... ) Her skin color was light tan. Both her and the child were wearing denims. I was hit with immediate warmth and love... not the deep and warm affection I felt for Clinton, but love... We loved each other, not lusted but loved as two beings who fully understood each other. I am finding this part very hard to properly express. It was as if we flowed through and around each other in total spirit, and a warm glowing light surrounded both of us. It reminded me of the love I felt from God when I died... She appeared to be very human, but could have been an Offworlder. It did not and does not matter with this deeply emotional experience. If she was from Offworld, they too shall suffer grievous losses for she was in mourning. We were not lovers in the physical sense, at least not at this time, but I had the feeling we could be if we ever decided to.
Now there was a plant in this area off to the side, and it was a large prickly pear looking cactus but the thorns were almost like fuzzy short hair. There was a noise and boy said,"David is coming, mom..." She looked behind her and my view of what she was looking at was blocked by the "pillar or shaft. "Who is this?", I asked. She turned back to me. "He is a very troubled child, very uncontrollable, and we stay away from him. We are going to go..." "I will talk to him and see what gives", I told her. She just shook her head in sadness and warned me again about this child, and then took her own in hand and walked forward into the dim light area out of my view. Around the corner comes this hyperactive kid of 9-8, and he is moving from item to item around the area like a kid trying to use all the toys at once. His eyes are wild and he grins and laughs in glee at nothing in particular, approaching the cactus. I got his attention and warned him the plant was covered with fine thorns which would stick in his skin at the slightest touch. He looked at me with wild dancing eyes, shrilly laughed, and grabbed the plant with both hands. The result was predictable.
As he started to cry, I told him to come to me and we would get the thorns out of his hands. He came over and I told him not to touch his hands to his face or anything until I got the thorns out. The tears stopped and the insane laugh and look came as he tried to slap his hands together on my cheeks. I caught both of his wrists before the slaps landed, and told him not to do that. His eyes were wild then some semblance of rationality came into them. I released his hands and he insanely laughed and tried to slap me with the thorns again. Again I caught his wrists, and no matter how hard he struggled, kept him from doing damage to me. This child was insane, totally off balance, a real sociopath. I warned him again and released his wrists. He screamed with laughter and jumped into one of the 3 foot square holes that led into the black area below, disappearing from sight. I was shocked and depressed, but I had been warned. Both the woman and the child were very positive about their very negative feelings for this other child. I started for the dim area, to look for the woman and her kid, and when I got to the crossed beams and gazed into the dim gloom leading forward to the bow end of this deck, I woke up.
Now I have two cousin Davids, on in eastern Washington and one in Western Washington, and this child in no way shape or form has anything to do with my family. Nor does this have anything to do with David Oates, or any other David you or I would know most likely know. I believe I am looking at two strains of hybrids in the children. One strain I loved, and one strain is dangerous to himself as well as others. This is my guess, but I could be wrong. It is just a deep feeling I have... We may have an up and coming David on our horizons, and he will be in the religious field somewhere. David means: Beloved of God, but God would have his hands full with this one...
This dream is still very clear in my mind as it is less than a week old. Today's date: 4-18-98.
Why is all the above so important? HOPE... FAITH... HONOR... Do these words tell you what I feel? I hope so. If you ever get around to reading this, William Clinton, you might not even be aware you are going to do the thing that boosts you into the hearts of the American people, and possibly the world. You may not even realize any past problems will be so diminished as to be gone from your life. I am looking forward to calling you, ... Mr. President...
One last little thing. I have
never had a dream about a public figure in my life that I can
recall, and I recall very well back to an early age. Why would
I have one now...??? This dream was an emotional powerhouse. I
have them from time to time, and that wonderful light of pure
love is always present during these types of dreams. The last
few days have been very active on this front. So has solar activity...
4-22-98 My dream
was odd, about computer news, but it was gone before I could collect
my thoughts. Not so for my wife. Now Susan has never talked much about her dreams,
but for the first me brought something forward that stopped me
cold in my tracks. She now is having dream repeats and has started
to talk about them. This is the first time she has ever come forward.
Earthquake is one of them and one of our locations is another.
I explained to her about sun activity, electromagnetics and so
on. She is beginning to believe I am not unique. This was something
I had tried to explain before, and got nowhere. These are out
of body type dreams from the sound of it. They puzzle her but
they do not puzzle me. In one she has had over and over, I think
we have shared an area the way things look. The problem is we
do not recognize the area at all yet... If I read her quake dream
right, and it is a first timer for her, Montesano WA is going
to feel a quake but the school kids will not be present, which
means weekend or summer vacation. (She was in the old school which
was torn down when the new one was built.) The teachers were present
and all working in separate rooms. She could not see very clearly
in this dream, but watched the ceiling crack and then with the
help of a friend, made it outside where all the teachers were
now standing around. Now this is Susan's last year of teaching
and she has about 45 days to go... We have not been talking about
quakes and there was no reason she could think of to trigger this.
It would take quite a quake to crack that old brick building...
The repeat dream she is walking and walking well in this area
we cannot recognize. I told her the reason she was going to be
walking well is the fact she also is going to lose weight because
our diet is going to be a very healthy one. No refined sugar here...
I have seen this... Four bases of operation... Our present location,
Teanaway, this unknown location (but evergreen flora), and the
Southwest... Seattle is a brief stop and I do not count it. One
trip east and one trip north from Jefferson, CO. There also is
a trip into Canada from the US. This does not count sea activity
either. Now how many years am I looking at ....? Unknown... but
the razor I was using in one dream has now already been invented.
Why have I not seen this quake? Maybe I have, for I was in what
only could be in Seattle for one, and my brother was there also.
That would put me in Seattle for this shakeup.
4-23-98 Dreams are funny, Doug. Some are symbolic and others are direct. I always think about the ones that puzzle me, and I ask advice from people who are fairly familiar with them, like Lee Chin and Stan Deyo for starters. Each dream is like a card in a playing deck and you are playing solitaire. Now something very interesting came up yesterday and it was from my wife. She never comments on dreams of her own, but has had a third repeat. It has to do with an area she is walking in, and it is the same area I have seen many times from her description. The funny part is we do not currently know where this area is at, but evergreens are present. In short, we have moved... She also had a dream of a quake, and it effects Montesano, WA. This shook her for there was nothing going on to trigger things. All dream activity seems to be picking up as the sun activity picks up. More and more people are coming forward and questioning what is happening to them now. Last night I had a dream about the military again, and it was the Airforce flying a bunch of guys from a coastal area inland. We had helped them repair the transport plane. This plane was large, like a Starlifter... There was another smaller twin engine job that had pan caked into a bay nearby, or Puget Sound, and we were raising the plane to repair it also. It looked like an old C-47! Again, uniforms were worn and the guys were tired. They had a good attitude though, and I told them I wished I could go with them, but I had more work to do here yet. They understood and told me they would see me when I got there. There was a very warm, close feeling between all of us, military and civilian alike. It was a gray, damp day...
6-24-98
The dreams have kept coming, but they have been more fleshing out of what I had seen until today. Again I was in a ship with no portholes, and one very strange crew was onboard. One person was an obvious Gray hybrid cross from his eyes, stood about 6'6" and had a mask which was black on. This mask was a band that covered his (or her) mouth, and I believe it was a filter of some kind. I saw this person twice, the first time as a passing glance, and the last time I stared deep into its eyes, to see the reaction. I made the being uncomfortable when I did so. I smiled and the being accepted my apology for the challenge, for that was my intent.
Again humans were sleeping anywhere they could, and both sexes were represented, the only difference was the youngest age I saw seemed to be in their teens. Some of the people had surgical scars from repaired injuries, and there was a medical area that had a piece of equipment much like a dentist chair, without the chair. It was designed such as it could be moved and fit curved over a table with the base projecting underneath. Regular hypodermic needles and thermometers were present, a real mix of old and new medical equipment. A special part of the crew seemed to be dressed in blue and gray jump suits, and they had just come aboard with a special piece of equipment that I have never seen the likes of which before. It had a scale incorporated into it, like some sort of balance beam, and the rest of the dials, switches and gages were unfamiliar to me. The crew appeared to be quite human and were all taller than my six feet. They were also very trim and had a good sense of humor as far as I was concerned. I told them a balance scale was no good at sea, and they just cracked up with mirth. It was then I found out I was on a space craft...
They read an old log to me and it stated the engineering crew had to prepare the proper procedures for "bunkering" fuel in England. The word "bunker" seemed to be a groping replacement word for another term I would not understand. Evidently the term "fueling" was not quite right, or they did not know this replacement term. Some of the equipment which started kicking automatically in and out reminded me of a double stage refrigeration system, but the control panels had switches I was not familiar with. One of the machines was haywire, and this ship was old, very old. I had to get the broken machine off the line and kill two more as we were using machinery in another area to do the same job. We were saving power, and for some reason, I was the honorary chief engineer. I did have a function, and that was to keep things working... I was known for the ability to keep things working even if I did not know quite how they worked, in short, an intuitive process.
The bulk of us were wearing any kind of clothes you can think of that were practical and warm. There was an artificially lit area that had some of the strangest plants I have ever seen, many were cacti variety, but not quite like any cacti I have every seen in the Southwest. Some had flowers, and the overall picture was one of beauty. Picture a rose bush without any leaves, and green thorny globes the size of oranges with a single little red multi petaled flower on each one. If you can imagine this, you have imagined just one of the plants. In one room that I slept in with another man I had the feeling was a cook, there was a knock on the door and two young ladies in their teens had been prompted by the others to ask me to check their e-mail for them "E-mail!" I exclaimed. They looked very meek and my mind flashed to what was a Single unit Mac like computer in the medical area, one that showed everything in 3-D. It was controlled by thought... The girls did not even realize they were not on the planet Earth, that they were heading for another planet until Earth problems settled down. We were refugees. The other who had gathered to watch these young people ask all were amused by this. Even the tall gray hybrid was there and I actually saw a twinkle in the large black eyes, though it was hard not to study the filter this person was breathing through for I did not want this person to feel uncomfortable again. After all, we were all on the same side and had the same goals. Safety....
Now this was an OBE and communication was tough in some cases. It was easier to use Mind Speak, or telepathy if you prefer. One pass through the medical facility, and Mind Speak was no problem and proves to be very efficient. Privacy of mind did not seem to be an issue, so there must be some way this is achieved. It was obvious also that inoculations were also the rule of the day, and everyone was vaccinated against something before the next stop. Now I entered this dream by way of the White Light, and I left after the E-mail incident, but by way of the plant room. I felt very good about this dream and thanked the Loving Light...
I was given a warning to pass on to the military and power grid people. It has to do with Mercury Vapor rectifiers, the big ones that are spring mounted, water cooled and metal jacketed. Both the diode and triode type. I had to actually look them up in the American Electricians Handbook just to understand what the warning was about. These high voltage units are going to cause devastating problems during the upcoming changes. Any units that are knocked at critical angles will assure the power grid failures by lighting these units off as the mercury slops against the ignition anode. Got that...? You cannot rely on the solenoid operated anodes to have enough clearance in the off mode if the power feed is still hot! Anode power has to be totally isolated! Period! The subsequent arcing, even if for a few milliseconds, will have a domino effect assuring loss of control. I know nothing about these setups, and have not even thought of them for any reason, so take the warning as it stands and correct these units properly. Again, I know nothing about these units and never have seen one before... Any Mercury switches and high voltage breakers are unsafe! Any float switches will kick in and provoke massive starting loads from heavy industrial motors which can, and in some cases will, overload already damaged power grids. Industrial substations will go off like the Fourth of July...
8-15-98
For about a month things have quiet as far as any dreams are concerned, that was until last night / early this morning (8-7-98). I was traveling very fast to get in place for awakening, and I saw a clear star filled night with a large white band running through it. So begins my first dreams of the night sky when I can actually see something besides clouds. On 8-8-98 I had another dream, the day after the sky dream, and again I was on a ship traveling somewhere, dreaming again, but where we were going and who else was on board is beyond me. It was a fast scenario and I woke up at 2 AM and wrote it down because I think this way an airship of some type. It was just a feeling I had about the vessel due to the quick interior items I walked by...
8-21-98
It happen ed again... I laid down about 4 PM Pacific Standard Time because I had work to do on the web, and awoke at 9 PM, after another dream. My wife and I were staying in some unknown location, and our room had a double bed, a window, and was painted blue. There was a carpet on the floor. In the next room a computer resided and it was booted up with some program called "Aladdin". This program asked for all sorts of information, including blood type, before one could play this game... I think it may have been a game, but I was trying to exit it so I could go on the web. There was a slight problem.... It would not exit like a Mac, Windows machine, or a Dos machine. The computer was a one unit job with just a keyboard and mouse. It did not seem to have anything else connected to it and the case was a cream color. I suddenly realized in this dream there was no web connection. Susan had been using it to show someone else how the program worked and I left the machine as it was. She came out of our room about this time and told me it had a strange smell outside, which I too had noticed, like fish processing.... From this area there seemed to be a corridor forward and again there was a galley area with an old reefer unit in place, like a commercial refrigerator circa 1950's. I saw something like grapes, which when tested by eating tasted more like peas, and were about the same size and color. Cross a grape with a pea and make it slightly sweet and you get the idea. Some of the other stored produce was unfamiliar. This facility reminded me of a cannery or fish processing plant, and upon traveling down a staircase, I saw crab being processed on another floor. The foreman noticed I had no shoes on and told me to get some on before coming back. I did not bother to tell him I did not sleep with my shoes on... A young man came over to speak to me before I went back up, and told me he was kicked off of the island, he did say island, because he had stolen a gallon of some brand name moonshine when a vessel had come in to unload, a supply vessel that had brought the produce. I asked him why he broke the rules as alcohol was strictly forbidden in this place. He shrugged and grinned. "It seemed like a good idea at the time...", he said. This was no small event for he was being kicked out of some sanctuary and his future looked grim, but he faced it with the impudence of youth. As I traveled back up the steps to the first area, I noticed a genset which was leaking fuel. There was a pan tank under the engine to catch the hot fuel oil and recycle it back. A man came over and asked me to turn a valve for him while he monitored something else, which I did. It was at this time I woke up and came downstairs to put this on the web.
Now I saw the outside through the window of the bedroom in this dream, and it was a clear day, something highly unusual in these dreams I have. Most of the time it is gray and raining. The outside temperature seemed to be cool, but not cold from what clothing I noticed everyone wearing. From the arrangement, the facility seemed to be terraced into a hillside, the bottom area was on the water where vessels could moor. Everyone was very shoddy and the place was old, like some of the cannery areas I have seen in Alaska... There was evidence of a cat and I did see a seagull. I was not called by name...
This brings us to the President, what he revealed to the grand jury, and my dream about him. In short, I am not in the least surprised so far. We have many miles to go yet before this is over. I have to say I support his response to the terrorists and I also deem it prudent to be wary of possible acts on our soil. Those Islamic countries harboring and succoring these murderers of women and children condemn their own young to fires of retribution. Those countries who are not Islamic but who support these groups will get the same thing. America represents every race, creed and ethnic background in the world, and we stand together on this. We are not to be trifled with....
8-25-98 Two more dreams, the last this morning (8-23-98). Dream 1: I seemed to be at another facility and a group was leaving by plane to another destination. I was to go with them, and I knew the others staying would most likely be abandoned, though it was not publicized, and I held the parade up by taking the time to draw a map in the computer so those making their way overland would have an idea what route to take. The leader was impatient about my taking the time to do this, so I told him to leave without me, that I would catch up soon enough. He decided to wait while this map was drawn. My worth to him was simply that of a trail scout, and old mountain man or a modern Kit Carson. I knew how to get from point a to b, and then on to the final destination. As soon as I started moving the mouse, the phone rang and I woke up, wrenched from my task. I really wanted to see that map.... This is very debilitating to be wrenched out of sleep like this. These interruptions have happened to me day and night when I am dreaming, and always at a critical time. Sometimes when I get downstairs to answer the machine, I get a few clicks on the line then the dial tone comes back. There is no one there... This time it was the woman across the valley returning a call to my wife. I would have dearly loved to have seen just what this routing map looked like.
Dream 2: I entered a lab like room and spoke to a small group that was present, telling them I was being pursued, and it was only a matter of time before I became history. One of the people present smiled and said that they would feed the hunters a red herring. I was shown human clones or models being made! No kidding... real clones, five of them and all male in various stages of completion. I could not see their faces, but I think at least one of them or all, possibly could have been me. When I felt one of the bodies, it was warm as life, but very inert. The subject was laying on a table, and a machine was showing the arrangement of the internal organs. There were some differences inside, though they were slight. The guide explaining some of the steps involved was short but looked human enough, and did have a sense of humor. I was not frightened, merely very impressed at the way the details were handled. One of the bodies was gelatinous inside, more fluid than anything as the organs were growing, and a solution was applied to one of the models as a demo, the solution causing the skin to grow or emerge. When this was finished I was allowed to feel the body. It was like time lapse and I think I was given a general overview of the entire process though it is very hazy now. This is when I woke up and noted it was 0635 hours, time to start the day. A little late for me actually... Tell me, if you discovered someone or something was making models of you, and / or other people, how would you feel about it? Especially if the impression was that of throw away models...
Dreams of alien technology are unusual for me, and I really do not seek anything like this out. I would much rather see the past history of man, possibly learning from that. Sadly, this has not occurred for a long time. What really bothers me is to clone someone, donor cells have to be procured and to my knowledge there was only one memorable event that this could have possibly happened, and I was in the 2nd-3rd grade at the time. Then if these were aliens who were doing the dream cloning, and they were a little on the short side, they sure looked normal enough.
10-4-98 Dreams again and for the most part
they have been about a strange computer, but last night I had
a repeat for the third time or maybe even four. I am at a facility
that has few buildings, seems to be in a rocky or gravely area,
shows water erosion and this building I enter from the outside
has very few if any windows to speak of. This area is not flatland
country, and reminds me again of foothills. The sky is gray...
I say this because it was more of an impression than a visual
inspection as I was trying to load a suburban type vehicle with
supplies for want of a better word to describe my activity. I
was alone while doing this chore, and was parked off to the side
of this building which seemed to be stucco... Now firearms are
stacked by the door, and I have a pistol and something I would
not consider to be a rifle, for it is an M-16... There are other
weapons also in place, and seem to be everything from small bolt
actions to medium bore 16-12 gauge shotguns. A woman checks the
arms in and out. Again the people of both sexes are dressed in
worn clothing, but everything is clean as there is plenty of water
for showers and the like. The person I am with I have never met
personally before, and I room with him as we seem to be unattached
to any females. Those attached women share quarters with the opposite
sex... This is the funny part... I approach this "building"
and check in my personal weapons, but when I go to take a shower
I find most of the rooms which have this attribute to cleanliness
occupied. I remarked how full up THE SHIP IS! Somehow I went into
a building and suddenly recognized the interior of a ship and
called it so. Did I "jump" to something else or is this
building hiding a ship? There is a distinct pattern here, as I
work in various areas of this facility, and I call it that because
it is not a small town. It has below ground levels and above ground
points. I know it is the same place I always go to work to, or
travel from work into the hills. I also seem to be the jack of
all trades. What has happened to my family? Those who are not
dead are safe, and this is all I instinctively know... What this tells me upon waking is nothing
has changed, and I hoped it would have . In short,
rain, erosion, working camp facilities and tired but hopeful people.
I laid down to take a short nap that lasted
4 hours, while composing this update, and I was on a vessel which was not at sea, and I have
been on it before. It seemed to be waiting for cargo of some sort.
I met my relief and explained to him all the changes that had
taken place reading the vessel for this "voyage". I
also recognized a few of the crew of this oddity, which also had
women and children aboard. There was no sea but one was close.
I was told I could get out, as a plane would leave for NEW YORK
at 12:30 (AM) and I was told the plane went like a bomb, ONE HOUR
flight time plus a few paltry minutes. I had less than an hour
to make this flight by my watch in the dream. (When I awoke it
was 7:12 PM PDT.) There was something else. I was handed a pay
check and the relief engineer apologized and noted the check had
been docked $2500+ by way of tax, and it was because of a trade
agreement which was signed by Bill Clinton (There was a note at
the bottom of the check) Now this check was a double piece of
paper which was perforated in the middle, deductions at the bottom,
blue ink on white, and had a circular logo at the top. It was
not visually clear to me as I really zero in on things like this,
looking for date and time. This was at the blurry top so no go
there. The money did not interest me, as it was a token thing
in my mind, but that tax assessment did... and some sort of embargo
was cited! As I write this, I am wondering if it means the US
citizen is going to get stuck again, or is this part of something
larger to come after the problems. Clinton was the man who signed
it, and this was odd to me for I feel I was in Canada... or possibly
Scotland or the Orkneys, places I have never been before. The
relief engineer then explained that next time I came, to bring
warmer, heavier clothes as it was going to be cold the next time
through.
I looked toward the lights of the airport which were not that far away, about 3-5 miles I would judge in the darkness which was clear at ground level, but there were no stars showing, so it was really overcast higher up. I saw a plane take off and climb out like a 727 though the aircraft seemed to be smaller with twin engines under the wings and this was an impression, nothing more. The wind was such that I heard no noise. It was quick. Now was I in Canada? I was one hour out from New York on what I was told was a very fast plane. Now how fast is very fast...? The night impression of the aircraft that took off was that of something that was currently flying at this age we are living in. The clothes, everything I saw and touched, said it was very near in the future. There is a lot more detail I could fill in, trivial items, but there is only so much room on this website. I cannot stress enough these are dream repeats of the same areas, under the same conditions, and with the same players, whoever they are. I know one thing... they are as human appearing as you or I. This ship is odd. I was treated with the highest respect, and a couple of the crew were telling tales about me in other locations I have been to in these very dreams you are reading about. This was also a little shocking to me as a sudden relationship was established between visions of the desert, Alaska and everything in between.
So there it is, two dreams in less than 24 hours. I told you before I was working on a strange computer in one area. The job I did on this ship was the same type of work. I had repaired and set up a computerized control center in a distressed vessel that seemed to be used for cargo as well as hauling people, and it was an older and strange vessel at that, highly modified with wear factors where ever one turned to inspect. Now I know what I was really doing on this ship, and it fits. All the pieces are slowly coming together...
11-10-98 Dreams are hitting hard and the magnetic storms have to be the key. I was again in the Southwest USA and there was violence as far as hunting down and shooting some men who had harmed some kids. These men did not bleed.... I also saw myself teaching in a facility or area which primarily acted as a shipyard. We were refurbishing vessels which were seasonally operating. I also saw my reflection in a plate glass window and was shocked. Add twenty years and all hair on top was gone. (It must be noted at this time that would not take much.) These places are revisits. I can draw them out in great detail if I had to. I actually met someone and got a name out of them, twice as a double check. The young man was with a young lady who was trained as a nurse. His name was John. I will recognize him when I see him, for sure. Last but by far the most interesting was the last dream which has me writing this. I met with Art Bell, there were security people with him (They toted shotguns), and we developed a fond affection for one another. I could not tell where this took place, except it was in a building and we seemed to be staying the night. This is the second "Bell" dream I have had. I find them strange for they are so out of normal context, and information exchange must be the key to this. There was rust on the shotguns, which must be a reminder to me that I still have not shipped his oil and goodies for show and tell. There is a reason for this, it has to do with sending him anything in view of what happened to Ramona when she was opening the mail.
Now about the latest dreams:
Something has happened that never has happened to me before. I had three out of body, back to back dreams on 2-4-99 and two on 2-5-99, all were repeats or close to it. To make a long story short, a man who has been dead for 5 or so years showed me the Willipa Harbor, or what used to be Willipa Harbor on the coast of Washington, what the fishing grounds for crab would look like, and I can only assume all parties in the dream were dead. That man was Ray Nelson of Tokeland Washington, and it was the third time for the same dream, over a period of 4 years. The crab traps were badly scattered, there was no beach as it now exists, only sea to the trees. Long Beach was also missing... I awoke in Seattle where these occurred, got up and smoked a cigarette outside to clear my head. I laid down and then had a dream about a boat in the same area and a try at fishing empty pots, and none of the electronics worked to show position... again awakening, I got up and decided to get some water. Back to bed and this time at 0700 hours in the morning I awoke after seeing more of the coast line changed. I was shot for the day to say the least. The next night it was early to bed as I had to head back home after taking care of business, and I had the last two dreams of the series, one in which I shot a young man who attacked me some "God only knows" where place, and then the dream switched to debris washing up on a beach, again looking like a mall had been washed to sea. I was shook.... Just how long of a period of time the changes take place over is unknown, but when I tried to buy a carton of Winston 100's, I found I could only get three packs of a generic brand I am not familiar with. Since in my other dreams I did not smoke, I am of the opinion I will be quitting one way or another...
Very controlled dream received during the big flare in the first few days of April, 1999 Posted on web 5-13-99
About 10 AM in the morning, Seattle time, I felt funny, dizzy even, and went upstairs from the basement shop and laid down. By this time it was 11 AM... I dropped off rapidly after saying a prayer, as I always do, and suddenly I was in what I thought was my truck, because my gear was in the front on the passengers side of the vehicle. Then it hit me, I was in a back seat and my truck does not have one. It was here I realized I was having an OBE and ducked down behind the seat to wait for whatever was to take place. A man I thought was my brother climbed into the front drivers side and I reached from behind and took his neck between my hands, commanding him to drive, a sort of joke. It turned out to be a nephew look alike and he drove after he calmed down, and as he drove, changed appearance to someone I did not know. It was dark and night, and we got to a spot which I have been to before, the same place as the 9 o'clock dream I had in AZ.
Others were showing up and one was my ex-wife who saw me as she looked back, and as she was walking in a group with my daughter-in-law, I could hear her distinctly say: "Oh Christ! Allen is here... How did he get here!" Now from the onset of this OBE I was in total control, something which has never happened in all the years of these damn dreams, and I remember smiling as I also filed through the big double front door. I watched the "Ex" walk down the long double wide hall and climb some stairs to the second level, as this is a two story building, or appears to be. A woman came up to me, she looked like a Nordic type with braids wrapped around her head, and showed me a room which my present wife Susan and I were to share. The room was simple with two beds, a shower/toilet cubicle, and storage dressers. A person who looked like Susan was there but upon inspection her facial features were not quite right... a small distortion but a tipoff to me. The two tried to keep me in the room but I made it out, firmly so, into the hallway again to scout this place out. There was a small foyer where some young people were gathered and one was playing some kind of video game on a TV. One of them excitedly asked me over and showed me this "cool game" which had strange symbols rolling around in a sine wave pattern on the screen. It was both familiar and it was not. I merely told the youngster he was learning and to keep, at it. Then I walked back into the hallway and started for the door area, stopping at a door before the entry which would be on the right hall wall. Opening it, I found a couple in the same type of room that was reserved for me and I merely said, "Excuse me, I was looking for a bathroom.." They told me the door next door was one and I thanked them, having no intention of going to any bathroom in the first place. I was in control and damn well scouting this place out again, meticulously so.
I then walked to the end of the building and out the double door into the night, about an estimated 50 feet from the building. Turning, I watched a fog suddenly began to settle, the doors becoming dimmer, so I started back as to not lose the doors. By the time I climbed the steps and reached the entry, I could feel the bar which opened the door, but could not see it. Pushing the bar I suddenly was inside but in an entire different setting. I had traveled to another location...
Now I could tell you exactly what the total setting is now, but it would not unfold the way I envisioned it so I shall not do so until the story is told.
Picture yourself suddenly in the foyer of a Hilton type hotel, such as one would find in Disney World. Plush carpets, and areas catering to all tastes as one travels through the large main floor. Every area one enters has a different culture just as we have different countries in this world. I looked around for my wife Susan and then remembered I had traveled to another area, but some man informed me when questioned, she might be looking around and most likely shopping as his wife was. I accepted that with some amusement, thinking that where ever I had landed nothing had really changed as far as the interests of the sexes. As one entered area after area, there were children as well as adults, all were in their finery as well as the dress mode was concerned, and the areas expressed the arts and goods of the society represented. I made my way back to the doorway I had entered and upon exiting, it was still dark but the twilight of the dawn was in the sky. There was a street in front of me and across the street were buildings, shops with skies and golf equipment but these buildings were single story down this lane and the ones I examined closely had a chalet or Swiss type architecture, the exception was the building directly across from my position. There was an entry with a stairway and another stairway on the side of this end corner two story building that went up to a third and higher roof area.
I crossed the street and went into this building, climbing the carpeted stairs up and into a second story room, a meeting area or lobby. Their were people there but they did not look quite right to me as I sat down on a tall bar type stool just off the stairway. Picture this room as an equilateral "L" shape. A very tall thin individual walked toward me and I noticed the surprised look on his thin long face, a very troubled look, and as he passed by on a hunch I quickly trapped one of his boots between my two feet. Needless to say down he went but he did not crash heavily as he would in this reality, but it seemed heavy to him. A shorter companion was told by another being off to the side to toss me out of the building, but I was ready for this also, glancing at the calf length boot by my feet as I stood up. As this shorter and stocky individual started antagonistically my way, he paused as if I was supposed to wilt in fear. I laughed and told him he would have to do better than that, planning my next move with the boot. He rushed forward with a snarl and I reached down, scooping up the boot by the top and nailing him in the chops with one very fluid movement, knocking him down three or four of the carpeted steps. It was funny for the boot felt like it had barely touched him but the result was excessively good to behold. He got up on all fours and started to get to his feet to charge, and I laughed and pointedly let the boot swing back and forth in my hand. He decided he had enough and turned to travel down the steps and out into the street. I turned to the others in the room and they just looked at me like they had seen something they just did not want to mess with. A short man with long red hair came my way and stood in front of me, stating he wanted to talk to me quite badly, but he was sinking into the carpet as he was talking. "They do not let me stay long here," he said and by the time these words were finished only his shoulders upward was to be seen. I quickly reached down and cupped his head and neck between my hands, only to have a hole open the the carpet and flames shoot up, causing the body to drop free from the head and the flesh melt from the skull until all I held was bone with hair attached. Still kneeling over the hole I looked up at the others who just watched, and smiled. "No use holding on to this", I stated and let the skull drop into the hole which was about a foot in diameter. Suddenly the flames were gone and the carpet was back in place. I was supposed to be scared out of my wits but I merely smiled and stood, holding on to the boot weapon. "Anyone else?" I asked. The other distorted beings quickly moved back and I passed by them to find the tall being I had tripped. He had moved somewhat down to a darker portion of the "L" shaped room and was looking at his long thin stockinged leg when I approached him and stated,"Here is you boot back, and I wish to apologize. I flipped the boot on the carpet by him and as he began to put it on, I said, "Really, I want you to understand I am apologizing and this is something I just had to do for reasons important to me."
"I understand and accept your apology. You are are very good at what you do, you know..."
"Whatever that means...", I stated and turned to leave the building by way of the stairs, still quite in control and amused. Crossing the street I went back into the hotel or whatever it really was, and started exploring the cultural areas again. People were extremely courteous in the oriental and finally the Moslem area, and an obvious British couple walked by, with the man saying to the woman, "These are the damn Moslems, let's get out of here..." as they walked out. The man who I had been speaking to looked hurt and I smiled and merely shook my head. He told me I was always welcome in this section and to come back anytime, while I watched the children there play. I thanked him for his gracious hospitality and left, exiting the building and started across the street for the ladder on the side of the building I was in before. I was now dawn and I climbed the steel or metal stairs to the roof and began to look around. The building with the cultures was below me and was obviously 2 stories, and quite large, about two city square blocks. There were alpine jagged mountains surrounding this quite obvious basin, with alpine appearing trees halfway up to the snow line. No sun was evident yet, and I felt a presence by my side. When turning my head, a light being of a pearl grayish form was there, and I was not afraid at all, totally accepting this guide.
"Where am I?" I asked.
The being laughed, a chuckle really, and said, "Maybe you are on the moon..."
I merely stated, "I don't think so..."
"You are very good, as they have told me..."
"Whatever that means..." and I turned to look up at clouds and gray sky, feeling the first rain drops which had started. Harder and harder the rain came and I asked, "Can't you control the weather?"
The light said, "Only to a certain degree. After that we can only prepare and watch." I looked down and the building started to dissolve.
The being stated from my side, "You had better protect everything, armor all it..." and then this being faded. Suddenly the buildings and mountains began to dissolve leaving a tetrahedronal lattice exposed such as a dome would be formed of, and the light began to get lighter and lighter, telling me the dreams was over and I knew I was waking up and still in control. Suddenly I was in Seattle on the bed with sunlight in the room. It was over and the clock said 2:30 PM. I had been down for about three hours. I was not overly tired, and the dizziness was gone as I got up and went back down into the basement and tried to call Lee Chin. I told her this dream as soon as we made connections, and this is when I found Gayle had been hit hard also...
5-11-99
I had another dream and we had another flare so here it is. It must be understood I blew it in this dream, that I did not realize I was traveling until it was too late. I blew it because some newspapers were available and I did not pay any attention to them. This is how it went:
I found myself in an area with a series of trailers, of all ages but most were living size. There were children and everyone seemed to be doing something agriculturally, drying herbs and the like. I was introduced to a man called Dean McNight, whom I have never seen before except he had features somewhat like Ed Wynn. these trailers had been in place for awhile, and there was brush and trees surrounding and among them. The trees were evergreen in this location for the most part, however leafy varieties were also there. A child asked me to fix his bicycle but all he had was a front wheel and I told him there were not enough parts. He said his dad told him the same thing and was looking for more pieces. Someone ran this camp and those who were there were respectful to the point of almost fear. I could not enter this persons house, for a house it was, not a trailer. I could see this through the sliding glass doors. Dean was the one who told me the area was off limits. There was a trestle or train bridge in this small crossroads area but I could not pass out of the area. It was if everything was shielded off from me. A child had a pistol, all chrome and shiny, and it was a play gun. I asked to see it and made sure it was not real. Opening it, I found the mechanism a little strange in the plastic device, and the kid showed me how to use it. Satisfying myself I handed it back and began to walk the other direction, the only one I could move in. As I walked past the trailers, suddenly there was the intense white light and I saw surf in front of me, then receding. A boy dressed in light cotton shirt with a sash holding it together, and white or light cotton pants with sandals came up to my side and stated "The lake acts like that sometimes when the ground shakes far away."
I looked past him and could see a rectangular stone building, old but not badly eroded, and a language was carved down some of the square pillars and on the front stone work. These were not Mayan glyphs or hieroglyphics, but one symbol was a globe with wing symbols. I can draw these symbols anytime for anyone, but there were only three I remembered after coming out of this one. The land behind the temple or building by the lake was a shear rock and earth bluff. When I turned around There were brick appearing buildings and the street was of packed dirt, narrow with lattices from roof building to roof building as if to protect from the sun. I went into the closest building and it was a shop. At one table a young girl about ten, tall and slender, shot a rubber band at me which fell to my feet. I smiled and picked it up, taking it to her table. One this table was a small cup, like a pill cup, sitting on the stack of newspapers. Instead of looking at the papers, the top page of one had a colored photo I did not inspect, I looked at the cup she upended and what appeared to be two grains of rice fell out. I went to pick one up and she stopped me, holding out what should have been an empty cup. Out of the cup an insect crawled out and on my hand. It was a scarab beetle. "This is a scarab beetle!" I exclaimed. "Yes, but you should put it back in the cup with the others..." More beetles began to crawl out and I gently scooped them back into the cup and gave it back to her. Glancing around the rest of the building, I noticed it really was a gift shop, so I left. Outside the boy was there and asked me where I lived. "Over there, I stated, trying to find the direction of my present home. I knew the direction was wrong and continued to turn, finding the bluff fading and suddenly I was back in the trailer area again, which wavered in front of my eyes and receded into the white light. I awoke and found it was 4:00 AM....
The same day I took a nap and found I was working on an engine and dropped some washers in water or a bilge area below it. The water was greasy, dirty with an oil scum on it, but it was not really deep and I knew I could get the washers. I had a helper, and she was somewhat oriental in appearance, short and could easily have been a hybrid human and something, or an alien type of quite human appearance. Her hair was reddish light brown and cut very short, cropped for convenience. I liked her... The engine was a generator set and we could have been on a ship, but just as easily in a generator facility that had suffered flooding. Others were also working on equipment there, and the lighting was good. There was more than one engine, and one was running in the background. I woke up when my wife turned on the shower...
!2-12-99 I have had many dreams since the last update for this page, but all have been of the same type and are more of a personal thing than breaking news or the reader. My mother saw her death 2 months before passing on, and my wife's grandmother passed on also three weeks ago and also seemed to have seen her own passing, but was quiet about it and it was her actions that tipped us off. My uncle and patriarch of the family, died 4 days ago, and my father is rapidly failing. All passed peacefully and comfortably. With the passing of the older generation comes trouble, and trouble will continue to escalate for the rest of us. Learning how to analyze the dreams is not my forte, for sure... and symbolism is the reason, as the visions seem to take on a manifestation of symbolism, true view, and normal dream states for categories (for me). I have said over and over to people that the escalation rapidly begins in the areas I have seen with the death of Grandma, and this has happened, so keep an eye out for the vision accuracy as there is a Navy order also in the works... The people I saw in the vision of her passing were the ones who will survive the first onslaught of change. I know this now... The dreams that were not posted here went to Dee of Great Dreams fame, Holly and Stan Deyo, and Lee Chin, the Genesis of Light. Pat Thomas had a quake dream for her area and we are talking about the Wisconsin section of the United States. Art Bell and Whitley Strieber have written a book dealing with Super Storms and the possibility of this type of disaster. It is possible.
This
morning on 10/30/2001 I awoke from a dream vision that faded so
fast other than the fact I felt as if my expenditure of energy
was excessive; other than a melody with a few lyrics on my lips
and tears in my eyes, I could not clearly remember the details.
I heard a voice softly say, and oh so softly at that: I love thee,
Allen... and that did it. I was wide awake and listening hard
but it was all gone. Going downstairs as daylight was fast breaking,
I turned the computer I am now using on and noticed the sky, overcast
as it was, glowed green. I thought my eyes had gone bad so I looked
out the front door and the sky was a lighter green on that side
of the house, and distinctly darker green on the creek side upon
returning to my chair. Since I had the monitor set for 256 grays
on this machine, I went over to Susan's iMac and moved the mouse
to get the screen to kick out of seti@home and allow me to see
the true color on her screen as an eye check, and it was fine.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with my eyes. My glowing world
slowly returned to normal.
I knew if I heard the song again it might trigger what I had seen
in the vision, and I knew we had it on a cassette tape somewhere,
however I have not heard that song for at least 1 1/2 years, maybe
two, and it is not that well known by most people. We had it on
a tape : Michael Crawford sings Andrew Lloyd Weber's Greatest
Hits. I knew Weber had written the song and that was about it
except I liked it. When Susan came downstairs a couple of hours
or so later, I told her what I had on my mind and sung a few bars
to her to see if she had more info on the melody. She asked me
who wrote the song and I said Weber. She told me I was correct,
then asked what musical it came from. (She loves playing trivial
pursuit. I was stumped as I do not keep track of those things
unless the musical is a real old one, such as the likes of Music
Man or Oklahoma. She then told me it came from: Joseph and the
Amazing Technicolor Deamcoat. The tape cassette box for Michael
Crawford was empty and after looking all over for it including
her Thunderbird, we decided it must be in our place in Arizona.
We did find the soundtrack to Joseph however, but Susan maintained
there was something haywire with that tape. It was very worn out
from her use while traveling. We gave it a try and it worked good
enough in the machine we had it in. Below are the lyrics of this
short piece. My hearing is so bad from all the engine rooms plus
the infection a few years back that cost me 70% in the left ear,
I had to ask Susan to write the lyrics down for me. It is funny,
for in my mind the music is always as clear as can be. The message
is as much for Lee Chin, The Genesis of Light, as it was for me..
I closed my eyes,
Drew back the curtain,
to see for certain
What I thought I knew...
From far away,
Someone was weeping,
but the world was sleeping,
Any dream will do.
I wore my coat,
With golden lining,
Bright colors shining,
Wonderful and new...
And in the East,
The dawn was breaking
as the world was waking,
any dream will do.
A crash of drums, a flash of Light,
My Golden Coat flew out of sight..
The colors faded into darkness,
I was left alone.
May I return, to the beginning
The Light is dimming,
and the dream is too...
The world and I,
We are still waiting,
Still hesitating...
Any dream will do.
That is the song and the vision came flooding back as soon as
I saw it, eliciting a very emotional response from me, something
my wife has seen before when I have seen something I cannot prevent.
I was with a group of children plus a few very young adults and
they were asking me what it was like to go through the storm and
see the future... I flashed to that part of the vision and what
I saw and felt appalled me with the total destruction of homes,
trees, vehicles, and people. How I got out of harms way without
being killed is beyond me. I looked at their expectant faces and
searched for the words that would explain how their parents and
families perished. That was when the melody kicked in and I was
in a sea of Light...
Now I have seen many, many storms at sea as well as on land, but
I have never seen anything like this one. I was out by Kiska Harbor
Alaska on the Tempest, a ship of over 225 feet when our anemometer
(wind indicator) pegged at 150 knots then blew off the mast as
one of our huge heavy aluminum hatch covers, covers that could
only be moved by our crane, lifted shearing its bolts then cashed
down into the process deck below. Thank God no one was under it.
What I was seeing in this vision was much worse than that, and
I was in the Pacific Northwest somewhere for this vision.
This brings us to something others who are familiar with me know,
but the reader may not be aware of, and it has to do with the
timing of Planet X or Nibiru/Marduk if you feel more comfortable
with those latter names. After years of research which allowed
me to come to the conclusion the last time that giant system visited
the inner solar system was during the time of Joseph in Egypt.
The problem was the archeologists had not found proof of Joseph,
or would not admit to it, at the time. It took at least couple
of more years before it was proven there was a Joseph in Egypt
and it had to be officially accepted. It must be noted at this
time Moses has still NOT been proven, however I have no interest
in Moses as far as timing is concerned in respect to the arrival
of Planet X. Part of the proof of Joseph came about when geologists
firmed up the seven year cycle that brought famine was due to
the seed rotting in the ground from excessive rainfall, a harbinger
of Nibiru or X. There are other world wide indicators also but
that is not the point of this message. The point made to me is
the fact this message and the way it was delivered to me and now
to you should give you pause for reflection. Do you see the future...?
A crash of drums, a flash of Light,
My Golden Coat flew out of sight..
The colors faded into darkness,
I was left alone.
May I return, to the Beginning
The Light is dimming,
and the dream is too...
The world and I,
We are still waiting,
Still hesitating...
Any dream will do.
..
Allen
D. Furford