I had a weird dream last night.
I was driving a large, white box truck on a bright and sunny day. It was like I was watching from above and operating the vehicle simultaneously. All this time it’s like I’m watching this guy who may or may not be me, though I actually drive a 24 foot white box truck in real life. There was this large button on the dash that, when pressed, would make the truck fly. I tried to keep this as inconspicuous as possible, but people started to notice.
The first time two guys of ethnic nature were in this parking lot where my truck and I were. I sensed that they wanted to rob me or do me some harm, where I subsequently pressed the button and elevated the truck. They went wide-eye, and some other force pulled up this steel plate on the lot and put one guy’s head through a hole near the top end of the plate. The other guy went passive. Now, I thought this was a bit excessive, because I didn’t even feel that these two were much of a threat, or even that they would have gone through with it. Not much I could do about it now.
I next find myself driving through some crowded streets in a city. All of a sudden I’m in a fire truck watching and listening to these firemen chasing me. They have a video camera and want to catch me doing my thing. I’m trying to evade them when I end up on a street crowded with people and cars and cannot go any further. They can barely see through the melee of the crowd, but you can hear one of them say as he is videotaping, “See, there he goes, you can kind of see him lifting off!" And it’s like I’m watching the video simultaneously on TV.
I end up on this uncrowded suburban street. Its really quiet, and I head toward this house. I go inside, and it’s like I live there or something, but I don’t get a positive feeling about the place. Even though it’s nice and sunny outside this place just doesn’t resonate with me. Also, it’s like I have someone with me, of shorter stature, who may or may not have any bearing on the dream. I don’t know if it’s a child or what, but I’ve had other dreams in which I’ve observed the same thing. I go inside and there are two middle-aged blonde women and one dark-haired man. One of the women seems to be in charge, although there is not much of a hierarchy there. I walk down this hall, feel like I’m being watched, so I turn around and see this painting at the end of the hall. It has what appears to be a small, metallized version of a chameleon’s eye above it, moving and rotating around similarly.
I approach the lady in charge, and she says, ” Why don’t you go and play behind your trophy," obviously trying to get rid of me, or this guy, so she can get some work done. I seem to be acting as observer at this point, and I go to see where the guy went to. I hear this buzzy-zapping sound and look around this door to see him vertical, apparently not on his own, yet slightly slumped over, against the back wall. The sound is like a muffled version of an arc welder’s torch. I watch as each time the sound occurs a faint light is emitted and his body tenses, and it’s as if he’s in excruciating pain because I hear this “Oh!", but his mind is manipulated/anesthetized so that he doesn’t notice, or remember it. I get the “impression" that these are “improvements", and they’re “for his own good".
I walk out to the garage to see what they’re doing and I see a small pallet of ten or twelve inch square boxes strapped together. The ladies are opening these up one by one while the man stands behind and watches. They all consist of a white powder, but each powder is a different chemical formula. The lady in charge is meticulously, yet hurriedly transferring the different powders with a unique spoon into a large crucible, about ten inches in diameter. This small hi-tech spoon has all kinds of implements on it, and definitely doesn’t look conventional. The second lady is crouched down beside the first, with a really worried look on her face, and at one point says, “Careful!" when the first woman slops some of the powder on the lip of the crucible. Evidently there is a considerable concern for explosion, even though there is no heat or liquid involved. The first woman takes one of the implements on the spoon and wipes the lip of the crucible with it, for it is so shaped. Oddly, this action seems so familiar.
Suddenly, one of the devices adjacent to the crucible falls over, for one of its parts disappears. I intuit that there is another faction manipulating the timeline to sabotage their efforts. I feel that these are the good guys, for some reason. The ladies start shouting, “Hurry, hurry! They’re messing up the operation!" while the guy still stands in the back and watches.
As I exit the house, this creepy, flattened modified skeleton starts floating by, moving almost like a marionette without strings. I get out of its way because it looks so grotesque, and it says, “It’s so (weird word that simultaneously means horrible, ungodly, terrible, sad, horrifying, intensely bad) when the body dies but they won’t let the mind die with it."
On down the sidewalk there is a man and a woman, both short and obese. I get the sense they are real estate agents or something. They try to do something to me, whereas I elevate so they can’t get to me. They don’t even look up, but I can see a dark look in their eyes, upset that they failed. With each hand I send a barely visible “charged" thing to the heart sections of each their chests. Their looks changed to a “Oh no!" expression. I then say, “Now I can track you two wherever you go!" apparently so that they can’t sneak up on me.
I’m back in the truck, and at the same time watching from above. There is this line of various vehicles following/chasing me across this plain. I notice one of the vehicles is occupied by a coworker of mine. My sense of humor shows itself and I try to “hock a lugee" onto his windshield. In real life, what’s weird about this coworker is that he has this almost demonic looking tattoo. He explained it by saying that he was intrigued by this guy’s design on his website. He used to talk to me a lot, even get some computer repair advice from me once in a while (even though I’m a warehouse worker [who does PC repair on the side] and he works for the IT department), until I discovered “the matrix" and found myself exiting the “dream". Now he will barely talk to me, even though I haven’t said a word about my experiences to my coworkers. He drives this Lexus that he “got from his grandparents". I parked the truck across this road to go eat one day, and I ended up passing him sitting in his car in the parking lot in which I had parked my truck. I said hi, and noticed he was messing around with his blackberry.
That’s where the dream ends. It’s almost like it is revealing who the “agents" are in my life.
It seems like when my cat is with me, “they" cannot do anything. These dreams don’t occur. She seems to be my protector. She can sense when they are going to “try" something, and furvently (yes, that was intentional) scratches at my bedroom door. I can sense something like anger and frustration from “them" when she is let in, and “they" retreat.
Lemniscate
Magis Amica Veritas
I would rather control myself, than someone else.
en courage (heart)
in spire (spirit)
en thuse (theos)
I hope some peace, calm, and comfort find their way to your heart and head before the day is done, azriel.