This fits with the topic about what the future holds, and the possible upcoming NWO lockdown, and where we'll go and what we'll do, so I thought I'd mention it.
I had a trippy dream back at the beginning of 2003, where our country had been attacked by Iraq, and now everything was on martial law lockdown. It was such a realistic dream, unlike most that I've ever had. In the dream I was listening to the news broadcast, and I think it was Tom Brokaw or something, I don't know, because I don't watch t.v. He was saying that Iraq had struck the U.S. in a "pre-emptive attack."
When I awoke from the dream I didn't even know what pre-emptive meant. I had to ask and find out. So, it added more realism to the dream, because I didn't even understand the words being used in this "dream."
The country was on lockdown, meaning, state borders were closed. Traveling between states was out of the question. Wherever you were...that's where you stayed. If one wanted to travel, they had to do so on the down low and hope not to get caught. I'm sure there were curfews, and I'm sure the highways were closed as well.
I was of course, traveling on foot, making my way slowly but surely around. On one of my stops I was at a local gas station convenience store in some small town. Local townspeople were gathered around the t.v. in the convenience store watching the updates. 24/7 coverage was on the tube. Everybody was calm, just standing around watching the t.v. with calm interest. The situation hadn't become alarming or dire yet. The convenience store guy was still selling food and stuff, life still seemed "normal." Just like on 9/11. Despite what was happening in NYC and D.C., most of the rest of the country just went about their business, unconcerned. (that was a little weird to me at the time, if you ask me....but I digress....)
The final scene of my dream I was now on a freight train I had hopped, since all roads had been shut down and everything was on lock down. It was bright and beautiful sunny day, the sky was blue. The land was wide open with mountains in the distance. It looked like the West. My feeling was I hadn't seen the West in a long time, and I was actually happy to see it again. Even if it was under these circumstances - clinging onto the side of a freight train boxcar, illegally sneaking a ride across state borders. I was standing in the area between cars, where the cars are hooked.
To the left of the train about 100 feet from the train tracks they had snipers set up alongside the tracks to take care of people who were doing as I was doing. There were two of them, guys, dressed in black. One of them was crouched down, firing his rifle as the train rolled by at me and the one or two other people I was with. (not sure who those other people were....never saw them, I just felt their presense...weird.). The other guy stood behind him with either one or both of his hands on his hips, squinting in the sun, watching with an almost curiosity. He had a gun too. He seemed like he was probably sure that the other guy would hit us so he didn't bother.
I edged my way around the corner of the boxcar so that I was hanging off the side out of their view. I could hear and feel the bullets whizzing past my head and shoulders as I made my way around the corner, but none hit me. Part of me knew they couldn't hit me for some reason.
Do you know what my mindset was? It wasn't fearful, or panicked. There was no regret. I was actually feeling happy and unconcerned, like this was all a game, and I just didn't care.
Then I woke up, and that was that.
I still don't know what to make of this dream. It was increcibly realistic, and felt as real as it could feel for a dream. I mean, I woke up feeling like I had just been there, experiencing that. Took me a few minutes to get readjusted to the fact that I was really just in my bed in my room. But even hours later...days later....I was still going over every little detail of the dream. It wasn't easy to shake off!
I do wonder if it's disinformation of sorts, to make me convinced that this is the future we face. I'm still not sure yet. I can't just say it's my overactive imaginination, because I don't normally have such vivid, detailed, realistic dreams. On those rare occasions I do, it means something's going on, and it's not my normal state. There were elements of fictitious dream mixed in with the realism, which I didn't mention here, but that was at the beginning of the dream. By the middle / end of the dream, it was in full force, and 100% realistic. Oh, and as far as whether I'd be the type who'd be inclined to hop trains and be on the lam, scuttling about on the down low, all dodgy-like.......Yup! That would be me. That's such my personality. Very adventurous and daring, throwing caution to the wind if I were to realize I'm in a lose-lose situation. If I'm going down, then I'm going down with a fight, and I'm going to enjoy myself while doing it!
Anyway, has anybody else here ever dreamed something similar?
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy shit ... what a ride!" - Anonymous
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