Dark Moon in Scorpio, All Hallow's Eve 2016

The night of the New Moon, All Hallow's Eve, I dreamt I went with my mother and father out of town. We came to this church. It was almost exactly like my Uncle Boyd's church use to be - Asheville Full Gospel Tabernacle - but some things were different. A spiral stairway. An alcove in the sanctuary. It was as if the same people who built his church built this church. I wandered around marveling at the similarities and small differences. The preacher came in - a clean-cut older gentleman. Some event was starting. The sanctuary seemed very large and spacious - there was a runner's track put down inside it. My mother and father and I went and took our places on it. There was a referee type person. He said he would only measure the time. It was up to us to keep track of our points. I thought this odd, as cheating seemed likely. An older woman and her husband and a young woman came and took their places on the track. We were all waiting for the referee to start us off. I was bent down on one knee waiting to spring into action. My dad pulled an apple out and offered it to me. I took a bite. It was very juicy and sweet and refreshing. I handed it back to him to finish. After what seemed like forever the race finally started.

I had very little control of myself running - it felt like being in a video game that has very poor control mechanics. The running lanes were hard to stay in. As soon as I built up speed, the turns would really mess me up - I had to slow to almost a halt. The young woman - I was keeping up with her - side by side. I felt sexual attraction to her.

Overall this reminded me of going on trips with my parents when I was very young - a sense of exploration. A pretty girl eye contact has been made with. It felt good, wholesome.

Now that it is Halloween Night, I am very struck by the experience with my dad, and the exchange, the sharing of the apple. I had done ancestor work the previous night - and indeed tonight and I will tomorrow night. Life is very unsure right now. I feel like my dad gave me a symbol of a good omen.

Dream: Lava and Fences

Last night I dreamt of being in this multi-story wooden structure, large and somewhat rustic. There were lots of people. I don't think I liked them very much. From what I remember emotionally, it felt like a love interest had betrayed me. She had turned to her friends. They didn't like me. I remember frantically running around this building. I can't remember if I was trying to hide or what. It was very tense. I think I may have had a gun. In every single dream that I have a gun, I can't pull the trigger - I try and try, but the trigger pull weight is always too much. Somehow a fire started in the lower levels of the wooden structure and began to spread quickly.

I looked down and saw that people were being consumed in the flames below. They couldn't make it out or to the upper levels where I was. I watched silently as the flooring fell into a great fiery abyss. I saw a top-down view of a volcano erupting. I stared stupidly at it before I realized what it was. I was looking at lava, on it's way upwards. I began to run. I climbed over, through, up. I looked behind me. Some 30 feet back, the lava was coming. The wooden structure was being consumed. I was already tired. I pushed myself harder. I finally emerged from what had been something like a large multi-story temple. I was standing in marsh land - green with growth. The ground was very soft and in places saturated with water. There was a fence ahead. The lava was still coming quickly. I jumped the fence. Ran a few yards and had to jump another fence. This continued on and on. With each fence I had to jump I grew more and more tired. I woke up.

The feeling of having been part of these people - and of intimacy with one of the women was very strong, as was the sense of betrayal. I had been, for whatever reason, completely shut out and ostracized from them. Had she cheated on me? I remember a particular male from the dream. I had a distinct hatred for him. 

These are reoccurring themes within my waking life. Those scars will never heal. There is nothing so devastating to an individual as betrayal and rejection. To love someone, and have absolutely no reciprocation. No meaning to them. It is a type of murder. The person I was, is no longer. Something else is in his place.

B6 & Zinc Dream - Starship Captain

I had a fellow magician friend share an article on B6 and Zinc increasing the vividness of dreams when taken before sleep. I tried it out. I dreamt the following:

I was in a mountainous region, not unlike where I live. I was in a neighborhood, outside of a house. My cat had run off. This was not my house, but was somewhere that I was visiting. I walked to the end of the drive. A cat fell from from a high hill. It landed on its side with a thunk, and got up and walked off. It was not my cat. My cat was black. I walked down the hill, towards the street below. As I did, I noticed a cat approaching me slowly. Then another, and another. Slowly I was surrounded by cats. They seemed to be about to attack me. I frantically looked for my black cat, afraid she would be killed by this pack of cats surrounding me. I saw her. She ran in the direction away from me. I tried to catch up with her, but the street was suddenly filled with people. A wedding party that had just let out.

The people were nicely dressed. They were foreign. Dark skin, dark hair, dark eyes. The street was very crowded. I bumped into a woman. She was the bride. She was running away from a very agitated groom. I somehow helped her. I think I told her where she could hide. A man who was employed by the groom offered me money. The bride snatched it and ran off. I told the man not to tell the groom that she had taken the money, nor to tell him she had left.

The scene was becoming intense. Men were looking for me now. One approached me with a large knife. I fought him. I was stabbed near the area of my liver. I placed my hand over it. I had to get out of here. I retreated with my black cat to my Starship. It hovered above the entire scene, somehow translucent. The engines fired, and I was gone. The men below were still searching for me. I was no longer even in their time.



In the next scene, I am walking down a secluded country road. It feels like home. Deep in the Appalachians. Lush mountain forest borders the land. I am walking towards a homestead. I look up in the sky. There is a day moon out. I keep looking at the sky. It becomes translucent. I see the stars behind the sky. I see a second moon. The second moon looks cartoonish. I begin to sing the song:

The Mighty Moon is out
Where the Mountains end

I become thrilled. I know that song is from my other dream. Something of tremendous import is here. I wake up.

Dream: Ex and Alarms

I was dreaming of being in an actual haunted house - one I grew up next to. Derek was there. I was with his family. He had bought hotdogs, which I was suppose to cook in the kitchen. I came into the living room with Derek, and there began to be occurrences of paranormal activity. A spirit was holding my head down to an ottoman. Derek and his family started to become alarmed. The hotdogs burned. I was embarrassed at the waste. Derek and I were going to leave and get more hotdogs.

I was outside of the house, in the yard, looking over the church parking lot, towards my Uncle's house at the other end. This was the parsonage. My Uncle had been the preacher at the church. I was aware of my parents' presence. Suddenly an alarm went off. I could see the alarm from across the parking lot somehow. I left to go check on it.

I next remember being back in the real haunted house I grew up next to. I was in bed with Bridget, my ex. My mom was in the next room, and perhaps the other people. She had closed the door, so as to not disturb Bridget and I. We were getting very sexy, and then for some reason, I had to get up and go outside.

As I am coming back, I step up onto the porch. Bridget is inside waiting. I look at the wood on the doors, the porch floor. It's all been recently gone over with polyurethane. It hits me then, that Frankie, the guy Bridget left me TO GO BACK TO, has been here often, doing work for her. My attitude changes immediately. I realize that Bridget is just having a fun romp, for today. Tomorrow will be the continuance of her and Frankie's defective "relationship". She does not want what I want.

As these things are going through my mind, I enter, and face her. She urges me to bed. I tell her no, and why. She becomes desperate. I say something like, "Look, there is no way I'm doing this, which is just for today." 

As a pause to reflect on the reality outside of the dream, I wanted tomorrow so badly. In actuality I still love Bridget. I'm a Capricorn. If people make it past my guarded walls - they are in. Capricorns can't just pick up and drop people like paperbacks in a used book store. I was angry that Bridget was this way - that her values were not mine. That I had accepted her and that she judged me as unacceptable. I had only dated her for 2 months, and I can't explain why I have such tremendously strong feelings about her. It's almost ridiculous. But as she told me, it is what it is. I had commented to a friend on this, and pondered if it could be a spiritual effect of something. His eyebrow lifted.

Back to the dream: She was almost frantic with desperation. She REALLY WANTED ME TO GO INTO THAT BACK ROOM WITH HER, and to do so willingly - to give into her. I was about to turn and walk out of the door, when an alarm went off. This time it was real, and I awoke.

I dream of the parsonage quite often. Anyone who had anything to do with the parsonage dreams about it quite often, even if it's been 40 years since they've been there. But the real haunted house on the other side of the church - I rarely dream about this house. The presence of the spirit in the house, the burnt hoddogs, the alarms. I think a spirit was posing as Bridget, and it was either testing me, or thought it could seduce me by parading as her. Many like to give dreams only a psychological interpretation or mystical. I see no reason to separate the two. This is an interesting astrological time to have such a dream. The New Moon in Capricorn is in a separating conjunction with Pluto. False seducer is a term that comes to mind. Low vibratory murmurings of cthonic Pluto. Danger, Will Robinson!!! Danger!!! Alarms! 

The Mighty Moon Is Out Where The Mountains End

I just awoke from a peculiar dream. I remember being in an old country house - very large. I was with a group of people, and I was sort of entertaining them with jokes or witticisms or some such. A fellow I did not know came into the room. I struck up a conversation with him. He was very peculiar looking. Tall, extremely thin. Some wild modern cut. And he was wearing makeup. I remember blues and oranges around his eyes. It was very odd, but somehow fitting. He started walking away. I walked with him and kept talking. Eventually we came to another room with people sitting around. He told me that this was his group. I remember feeling a wee bit awkward. I can't remember if I kept my antics up or sat and quieted down. There were a couple of girls and a couple of guys. I remember one had kind of long blond hair with kind of an anime cut, and it seems like one of the girls had the sides of her head shaved.

I next remember being in the country. I was walking. There were country people everywhere - locals. There was some sort of festival going on. I vaguely remember seeing some type of little animals squished on the road.

I came up to this farm place. I was sort of with these people that I didn't know at all. They were country folk. Fairly young. Some activity was about to begin. There were two parallel gravel roads that extended some way into the country side. At the end of one side - where we were - was this barn. There was a basin set out with a ladle. Inside the basin was moonshine. You came in here, drank a ladle of moonshine and then ran a lap. Each lap, you drank more moonshine. We all began the race. I specifically remember drinking 2 ladles of moonshine, and it seemed I had in my head that I had run 4 laps. The moonshine fueled me with incredible energy. I ran past some people observing the race. A young girl at a car with some people. An older woman standing with a group of older people. She yelled something at me as I went by. I was trying to catch up to this guy who had passed me. Everyone was getting fueled by the moonshine and going into overdrive. But it wasn't crazy. It was just this laid back country race. I remember taking my shoes off. I had black socks that were kind of weird. Someone looked at them and said "Raiders". For some reason I thought the football team's logo had been read off of them.

I came back around to the barn with moonshine, and I accidentally spilled the basin. Just then this big young guy comes in and sees, and is annoyed. I figure they have plenty of moonshine around, and I take off.

The next thing, I am in the back seat of a pickup truck. This guy is driving. I think a girl is in the passenger's seat. I'm in the back with some guy, and we are kind of leaning on each other. The truck is speeding down a mountain highway. We keep passing all these scenes, and people, and other cars. The driver is going pretty fast. While this is happening there is this music playing - and it's my music. From years and years back when I was in a band and had a 4 track. This was stuff I had mixed on my own. But I didn't remember any of the songs. I just recognized it as mine. Two or Three played, and I kept expecting to be super embarrassed by something on the tape. I actually thought to myself, meh, this is pretty decent. Then this next song started. It was really beautiful. I knew I had written it, but I didn't remember it. There was a female voice in it singing with my voice.  The lyrics were:

The Mighty Moon is out
Where the Mountains end
 
The guy sitting next to me - we were almost embracing - and I think he may have been that tall odd fellow with makeup - he asks me this question - I think it was, "Do you remember what the moon looked like when you wrote that?" or "Do you remember what the night looked like when you wrote that?".  

I immediately woke up. The song was on my lips. Then I thought of the moonshine. The tall guy with makeup looked very "lunar". 

Scorpion Dream

I visited my ex - who is a Scorpio - yesterday, and brought her a couple small gifts for the time of year that shall not be named - this isn't bizarre, as we have remained on friendly terms. I swear sometimes I can see her soul through her eyes. The way she looks at me at times is amazing. Though, this seems that it is just not meant to be in this lifetime. There are too many circumstances preventing it. One of them has resolved at least - I've stopped drinking. And about those eyes - Scorpio is a predatory creature that needs nothing more than the allure of her own beauty to draw prey in.

Last night I dreamt that I was at some sort of woodland resort type of place. I remember climbing a mountain and seeing such a bizarre scene on the other side, I don't even know how to describe it. It was like looking past the veil of reality. I saw scenes of people very close up and stuff. I could see down the other side that I had ascended as well. I could see the entire landscape, and the entire path, which people were coming and going from. My friend Robin was below. He had to take a schijt. He had his pants half down, and was squatting, and just as he was about to let go, people would keep walking by. It was hilarious.

I'm suppose to clean all the bathrooms. They are really dirty and out of toilet paper. Instead, I hang out and party with a bunch of guys I use to work with. And then I sleep with this girl from work that in reality I never would sleep with. The next thing that happens, is there are three scorpions. One of them burrows under my skin. I start freaking out and I grab my own skin to prevent the scorpion from moving to a vital organ or something. I grab a glass and put it over the thing. It's still under my skin, but I'm pressing the glass over it, so that it can't move from within the circumference of the glass, if that makes sense. It eventually emerges from underneath my skin, and I lift the glass, and quickly toss the nasty critter away.

Dream - Blond Girl in the Jewelry Store

Had a dream about climbing up into this old structure - there were people all around. At one point two buses with special needs people came in. They were dressed for a costume party. A few had vegetables placed all over their heads, and had large fish-bowls on their heads to keep the vegetables in place. One young man had an exquisitely terrifying misshaped head and face. He was just wearing a fish-bowl. As he walked in, he took it off and placed it on the head of a buddy of mine.

I think I was part of some sort of super hero group, kind of like the Avengers or something. There was some military-esque boss, and we had our own plane. We had flown in, and narrowly escaped being shot down.

So, I climbed up into the old structure - up rickety old staircases. Many people were climbing with me - towards some meeting held high in the old structure. I arrived. Two men I knew from a church plant. They were speaking, but mostly allowing others to speak. I was itching at my turn.

I went on about the Democratic and Republican party, Libertarianism. I said many people in other countries have absolutely no choice in who their leaders are, and how we as citizens of the United States hold a massive amount of power, that has lain dormant for decades. I elaborated on how choosing not to vote, is a vote in of itself - the system as it is, needs to be rejected en masse.

After this things let out. The building emptied quickly. They had already put chains on the doors before I got out - I was nearly locked in, but one entrance had been chained, but not tightly. Outside there were throngs of people, hanging around in cliques, waiting for rides... I maneuvered my way through them, and an old friend joined me. We went into a jewelry shop. 




There were 3 women inside this shop. One was older, and was the owner. One was younger and blond. The other was younger and had auburn hair - she had a small area in the back of the store, and her wares were not as expensive as the blond girl.

I was looking for a ring. I'm not sure why, as I didn't have anyone specific to give it to. It's like I was preparing - taking a much more traditional eastern approach to beginning the process of finding a wife.

The auburn haired girl in the back went on break. I followed her out of the store, inquiring about some piece of jewelry. She didn't want to take a sale away from the blond girl. I came back into the store, and somehow found that she had left her purse with me. I thought how upset she would be when she attempted to get something to eat.

The blond girl acted quite strange - like she knew all the items were way to expensive for me or my friend. We had this liquid that you put on your hands, and it would smoke a bit as it evaporated, and if people breathed it, they would forget. I had forgotten I had used it earlier in the dream on a group of people outside, to hilarious effect.

We used it on the blond, and were going to steal a piece of jewelry, but I was worried about cameras, and felt bad as well, so I put it back. At this point I think my friend left the store.

The blond girl was very conscious of the fact her boss was watching her. Though she seemed to keep flirting with me, albeit in a strange manner. She would brush violently against me, as she walked past me. Then, as I was crouched, examining merchandise, she stood behind me, talking to her boss, and rubbed her posterior upon me. For posterity's sake, I clandestinely grabbed a hold of it.

My seeking turned from jewelry to books in the back. I was looking through them. The blond girl didn't seem to want to sell them. I said I was looking for late 19th Century grimoires. Her boss then appeared, mentioned the name of one, and showed me to a back shelf, and left me alone to browse. Of course the blond girl accompanied me, and kept violently brushing up against me. I was then awakened by a phone call.

Dream of the Conjurer's Cavern

The first sequence of my dream I do not remember well. I remember being in a public place, much like a mall. I remember seeing Bridget. She paid me no attention. I wandered lost. Evening was drawing near. I came to a large auditorium. Many people were waiting silently. I was looking at my tablet, and the volume was turned up, momentarily annoying everyone. I found out that Madonna was about to give a concert.

I thought this might do me some emotional good. Just to be at a public event, no matter how disgustingly pop-culture. I saw Dennis and Melissa - old friends, seated to my left. I told Dennis I didn't recognize him. They seemed friendly. I saw someone else I knew seated to the right. I can't remember who they were.

Madonna came on stage. The entire show was her being sodomized, while large screens played close-ups. My emotional state went from bad to much worse. I wondered if Bridget was here. I had to get out of here. I thought of the families in the audience. I felt sick.

I walked to my old neighborhood. There was a large covered platform, and people meeting underneath it, eating together. This was on Reed St. There was a girl. I was attracted to her. I wanted to talk to her. She was with a friend. I saw my cousin Darrell. I told him about the horror of Madonna's show. We rose and walked together. I longed for the company of the girl. Our conversation turned to the old ways of this area. We walked along the ridge of a hill. In the old days, the wise women were evil. They would take 7 hairs from your head. If you did their bidding, you wouldn't be cursed, yet this was a curse in itself. If you denied them, they would use your hair in conjure - you may die within days, or if you had children, they may die within days, or worse.

The sequence faded. Emotional state of rejection. Pain. Broken heart. Disgust. Longing. Loneliness. An awareness of ties to the land an ancient evil once held.

 


Next dream sequence:

I was underground. I believe just across from Reed St., at my old house at 221 Summit. It was somehow here, and somehow not. I was in a large mine or basement of sorts. It had long corridors, multiple rooms. I had the feeling that above us were ancient dwellings, a small town that was once inhabited by Hispanics or Native Americans. This mine was once a storage area for dry goods. Wooden beams supported doorways. There was a darkened room, that one had to climb up into to gain entrance - three or four feet off of the floor, a square entrance.

I was with two men. All of us were exploring this area. One of the men went into the squared entrance with me. It was completely dark. I had a tactical light, and he a flash light. Both of us knew that one of the merchants had been a conjurer, and that he had used this as his secret storage room for his occult paraphernalia - herbs, roots, fetishes.... 

The flooring of this room was a massive stone. A moss covered gray boulder. We had to watch our step, as it was very uneven. Towards the back left of the room, there was a decline. We were each looking at the shelving very intently. They were empty. I kept thinking of hair. And then my light fell upon what appeared to be the corpse of a small snake on the shelf. I certainly would not be touching that. I noticed this background noise, but I was so intent on exploring, I paid it no attention. I wished to collect some of the moss.

I noticed my friend was becoming more and more alarmed. In fact, he had begun to shout, and had run out. I snapped out of my trance, and realized that the background noise I had been hearing, was coming from the back of this room, where the stone seemed to lead downwards. It was growing in intensity. It was drawing near very quickly. It was a cacophony of howling and screams. Spirits. Many spirits were about to fall upon me. The hair on my arms stood on end. I ran to the exit.

As I emerged, the man I had been in there with was explaining to the other man, what had happened, and then he left. He was done. I continued to explain what happened to the other guy. But I kept hearing things down the corridor. I thought I saw wisps. I wanted to go back into the chamber and explore the back of it. 

At this point, I believe I stepped in the chamber alone for a brief moment. I was hearing music.

I reemerged. I think the other guy was eager just to get out of the corridor where we were hearing things, so he followed me back in. He heard the music too. He debunked it as being a radio on in the adjacent chamber. I was satisfied.

We stuck close, and carefully stepped down the back face of the boulder. The moss was so thick and rich. I felt there was a small stream further down. I saw a dime. And then a nickel. I greedily grabbed the former, and he the latter. I realized these had likely been offerings to dead ancestors. That didn't bother me. I pocketed them. Silver. Old. I saw a small foreign coin. And then deep down, where I wished not to reach, a very large foreign coin. I went ahead and stuck my hand down for it, before my colleague could.

One thing was playing in my mind, while I was coin-grabbing. The gaggle of spirits - I wondered if they had been angry spirits - souls that in life had been wronged, perhaps at the hands of the conjurer - or, I wondered if these were the spirits of the conjurer, and that they were pleased to meet with flesh once again. 

The scene changes. I am outside of my house, at the neighbors. Darrell's old travel bus was parked in their driveway. There was a tremendous amount of mud underneath it, out from which I was pulling coins. Another guy was with me. He was looking at old toys that were in the mud. I was more interested in the coins. He asks me what that noise is. I listen. I look to the north - towards Biltmore Village and Downtown Asheville. I hear what sounds like machinery and the scraping of earth. I see an immense crane begin to rise. It's coming alongside the house. I see men on it, and what looks to me like a woman in a dress. I ask the other guy if he sees that woman in the dress. I watch as the crane rises far above me. I see people looking down at me from the crane - and I can see through them. Suddenly the winds pick up. They become violent. I am scared. And then thousands of birds. Thousands and thousands of birds. A chaotic maelstrom of birds. I run for the back door of my house. Me and the other guy enter and slam and bolt the door. The winds are shaking the house, birds pelting it. I look out the window and trees are bowed down. It looks like a hurricane.

I'm afraid the windows will burst at any second. My mom is in the house. I think the other guy has gone to secure the front door, but when I check it, it's standing wide open. The winds and horrors are so strong, I can't get the screen door closed. I look out the window to my left. There is the massive spirit of an old hag, laying upon the ground, clawing at the winds. I forget the screen door and get the main door closed and bolted. I am in terror. I find the other guy near the attic stairs. He turns, and I see that it is my old friend Robin. I curse him and tell him that I thought he was securing the front door. I yell to he and my mom that we must get into the basement.


I wake, with all the power, and all the sopor of despair. The image of Bridget walking past me is seared in my mind. The disgust at Madonna. The horrible power of the winds. The vengefulness of thousands of swirling spirits, in all their fury. 

Underworld Dreams #2

I literally just woke up from this, and still have chills on my arms.

I dreamt I was in my old house, and my mom and dad were out somewhere. I had fallen asleep.  Suddenly I woke up, and I was holding a telephone, that was on.

"Hello?"

In the background, a man with a Southern accent very quietly saying, "Shit".

"Hello?"

A young girl's voice calmly said hello - like we had been in the middle of a conversation, but one that I had just woken up into. I knew something was very wrong. I kept asking her name. She wouldn't give it. I was so creeped out, I hung up the phone. 

The next thing I remember is that I was with my ex-wife's sister. We were in a relationship - which is absurd. I was telling her about this incident and she looked more and more upset and frightened.

"It's my family", she said. 

"What?"

"It's my brother - he's a nasty person".

"You mean I was somehow being manipulated over the phone while I was asleep, by your brother?"

"Yes."

At this point existential fear and gloom set in. "How could they do that?"

"Maybe they slipped you some sort of drugs."

My mom and dad came home, and started fixing themselves something to eat. Sarah was too scared to want me to say anything - I mean - she had the look of a beaten horse - but I immediately began to tell my parents not to eat anything in the house, as I frantically told them what happened.

I next remember being on Summit St, in front of my parent's house, and hearing the entirety of the phone conversation from some recording we had attained through some phone records or something. What I heard horrified me. There were a group of entities trying to program me hypnotically. I seemed to recognize one of them was a demon. It was as successful as one would be in an attempt to get me to go square-dancing. I was being absolutely uncooperative, even in a hypnotic state - but given that I'm a Capricorn - this is not surprising. I began to make very strange noises on the recording. Weird moans and groans and intonations. I was willing myself to wake up. And the entities were not at all pleased. Then the "Shit", and then the voice of a girl. I was awake, and they were trying to convince me I was just having a conversation with a young lady. Well she sounded too young for me.

I was at 227 Summit, at night. I was with someone. I can't remember who.  And then my Uncle Elmer was there.  It was great.  Just like old times. He looked very healthy. He was telling us of a couple of things.  My "guide" asked him of something else.  He was about to answer the second part of that, when I interrupted apologetically, and asked my Uncle Elmer if he didn't remember telling me when I was a little kid, of him seeing a flying saucer, hovering right off of the ground in a field. 

"I sure did", he said. I can't remember the details of the things he was telling my guide and me. I call this other fellow, my "guide" because he seemed to be a companion - I can remember nothing else about him - at least not now. Well, while my Uncle Elmer was talking, I began to come to the realization that Elmer was dead, and I was talking to his Spirit. This seemed to be the point of the scenario - this realization. Night came. I was still at 227 Summit - in the darkened house that Boyd and Virginia lived in. I thought about my dead father. Somehow he has never felt near, since his death, even though I dream of him periodically. I thought of my Uncle Boyd, of this being his house. I thought of going to his favorite spot - the bedroom where the TV and recliner was, and trying to talk to him, just like I had Uncle Elmer.

As I called out his name, it became darker.  I can only describe it as falling backwards into where his recliner was, and everything becoming black.

The next thing I remember, I was in the Underworld. Hell. The Chthonic realms. I was aware of the presence of a demon - like an arch-demon - or the guy at least in charge of the sector I had arrived in. It was very close to this realm. Some of the settings were the same — an elevator, a tiled ceiling, hallways, only slightly altered. I was wearing a dark robe with a hood. I think to conceal myself. I was not dead. I was being brought to my friend Sam. Sam is alive right now. He's a close friend, older gentlemen.  They told me something was wrong with his eyes - he had been blinded or something.  Again, it's as if an unknown "guide" showed me into a darkened, almost medieval room. I knew the demon in charge was in there with Sam, and I was feeling a bit reluctant about being where I was and seeing what I was about to. I was afraid of the vile appearance of any demons I may come across - but I was not letting this feeling rule me. I walked very, very slowly and deliberately into the room.  Sam was in a dark robe, laying on something like a stone slab. There was a bit of sunshine coming through a small window, just illuminating his face under the hood of his robe. His eyes were white - like that old dude from Kung Fu the TV series. I walked so quietly and slowly, so delibrately. I could hear my own breath. I crossed the light, and blocked it from hitting his face. 

"Sam?"

His eyes had begun to bear recognition of who I was before I had even spoken. The demon was seated behind him. It was strange looking indeed. It was robed, and had what appeared to be a large floppy rubber dinosaur head. My immediate thought was to intone the Qabalistic Cross. "Ateh" was on the tip of my tongue. It means: "Thou art". A confirmation of the great I Am - of the uncreated, unbegotten, eternal, all knowing Father. Even though I wanted to really, really badly, I didn't think it wise.

My guide said something like that we were very close then, indeed, speaking of Sam and I, to the demon. The demon scoffed and replied with a clinical materialistic explanation of what that really meant. Sam turned and said - "No, not like that at all", and even I thought the demon's comment ridiculous to consider - defining what a friendship is in those cold insufficient psychological terms.

As this was going on - I had been paying attention to what was outside the window. I saw my friend Dan and another person I can't remember who was right now. They were standing with one or two more people outside, just hanging about - but it seems if they were "employed" there. Dan gave me a nasty look of recognition. Something was wrong. He was filled with hate. I also kept thinking that he had some sort of head trauma.

The demon took up conversation with me. I wouldn't answer. He was demanding respect and fear from me. I calmly sat down, across the room from the demon. He took out some black darts. I did nothing but raise my arm and let them stick into me. He threw 3. I wouldn't give him a reaction, not even pull them out of my arm. Now, I'm going to pause here, and say that I have a long history of exchanging projectiles like darts, and knives, and spears with demonic beings in dreams...

The demon was picking up and leaving the room - to go get something. It was as if he expected me to be "checked in" here. I had no plans to stick around. I had some sort of exchange with him.  I think I either gave him a coin or took a coin from him.  I didn't think of Charon at the time - but...  I remember him rolling up his sleeves first. His arms weren't real. His hands were rubbery. It's like he was layered in various costumes. I think something like a thumb-tip slipped off his thumb, and I saw an old human thumb underneath - maybe underneath everything. This was confusing.

As soon as his big rubber dinosaur head left, and headed down the hall to the right, I headed down the hall to the left. I came to the elevator. It was very large and very confusing. I knew it was important for me to get to the 2nd floor. I couldn't understand the buttons. It was asking for an ID. I had a card ID, but somehow I knew the clearance  wouldn't be sufficient. I tried it anyway. Alarms went off, reverberating through the facility, and I began to go to a lower floor. 

The doors opened, and I sprung out. I knew all of hell's denizens were about to be on my ass, and that this would not be a pleasant experience. I was in the deepest of caca. I sprung down the hall as I finally pulled out the 3 darts that had been sticking in my right arm. Two very short imps emerged into the hall. They were covered with something like a bound sheet - making a tight covering over their entire bodies. I spotted a staircase leading up. I sprang up it, turned around and stabbed one in the top of the head with the dart multiple times, and kicked him down. Then I did the same to the other imp.

I emerged into another hall. I was standing at a dead end, seemingly, when my ex-wife, Julia, walked right passed me, to a water fountain, and began to fill a vessel up. She never once looked at me.

"Julia!  What are you doing here?"

She began to tell me something, without ever once looking at me that I remember - but like with my Uncle Elmer - I can't remember what it was. I do remember that Dan, and those guys that had been outside, were close by, and looking for me. I think I saw Julia once more. Something was wrong with her - she just had this blank stare.

I emerged onto a different level. In the Overworld realm, before I came here, I remember seeing up into the ceiling where some tile was missing, an old staircase - it had literally been cut off, and covered over with the drop ceiling.  I finally recognized that here - those tiles were present - I ripped them down, and struggled to get myself up onto that hidden partial staircase leading up before demons could grab my legs and pull me down. Right before I pulled myself up, a couple - a man and a woman - touched me, and asked me this:

"Will you take the baby?"

I said, "No", and I left them and the Underworld.

Cloud Dragon and Useless Iron

Had a dream:

I was with an old friend outside of something like a massively built church. I had seen another old friend and was trying to say hello. He had climbed way up a pole and wasn't paying me any attention. He suddenly fell to the earth, picked himself up and started talking to my other friend, showing him around the grounds. He continued to ignore me. He had apparently been doing a lot of metal detecting. He was showing my friend all sorts of things that he had unearthed.

 We came to a large bin of weight lifting plates - old iron ones that had been in the ground. I expressed to him that I wanted to buy these and he ignores me and walks off to some other thing. My friend told me that he had already "......". I didn't understand the word. He explained that he had already performed the meditation on them. I was confused.

 Then the friend who was ignoring me began to tell my other friend about the river behind the large church structures. He spoke of the patterns of the clouds above the river. As he was speaking I began to look at the clouds. There was a long serpent like cloud above the river, as if following the form of the water's flow. I then saw that this was an enormous cloud dragon and I was looking into its eyes, which were green. It's face was both beautiful and horrible. It was descending. It was going to envelope the old majestic church buildings. I wanted someone to see the beauty of the dragon. I tried to say her name. The entire time it was as if the dragon was holding eye contact with me and I with he. I woke myself up trying to call for Bridget. It came out something like "O...aaaaa......liaaaaa."

Dream 5.27.15 - Dragons

I slept really hard. I was dreaming that I was in a township of some sort, a bit archaic. The people were dark-skinned. There was an immense battle going on between the township and a much larger invading force. There was a Princess. I was charging forth with her, and with a small number of other elite warriors. The enemy was dressed in dark clothing, brandishing swords, which looked like the depictions of the swords above, from the Song Dynasty.

Neither I nor the people I was fighting with had weapons. We were using hand-to-hand combat. I picked up a couple of the swords from the fallen enemy. The fighting was very intense. The invading force was a massive horde. Many were on horseback. I lost sight of the Princess. I last remember looking back - she had tried to transform into a dragon - it didn't complete. A yellow mass, perhaps 20 ft tall, segmented. And then, I saw her body - she had been overcome by the enemy. She was dead. I felt devastation.

It was this small elite force's job to draw the invading army into an area where they would have to abandon their mounts. Here a counterattack was made. I was on uneven rooftops. The fighting became even more intense. The enemies numbers were astounding. I was taken in by the defending force. They knew that I had within me a terrible force - to be able to transform into a dragon - but it was locked away. I couldn't access it. I was in one of the houses, and there were several masters in martial arts who thought they could trigger my transformation into a dragon. They were each taking turns doing specialized strikes to my abdominal area. I braced myself for these attacks, but they did not hurt, nor did they trigger transformation. Everyone was frustrated with me. I was the key with which fury and wrath could be unleashed on our enemy, but I was unable to access my ability. They eventually gave up. I remember being treated more like a prisoner than a compatriot. I became despondent. Animal like. My abdomen began to hurt from where they had struck me. A large blonde woman was brought in to the darkened room where I sat. I growled at her. She had a notepad. I said something very nasty to her. I knew something about her. I wasn't myself. She left immediately.

I began to salivate. I was growling. I knew that something was being unleashed within me. Perhaps this was the beginning of the transformation. But it didn't feel like that. It felt that I had become so utterly hopeless, that my humanity was fading from me. The loss of the Princess still weighed heavily on me. Nothing mattered.

I was taken back up, to the rooftops. I last remember looking up at the sky.

I was awakened by my mom.  It was if I had been pulled out of 1000 year sleep.


Mongol Conquest of the Song dynasty

5.16.15 Dream

I remember being in my car, a black Dodge Challenger. I was in some rural mountain town. I remember a series of strange dreams leading up to this point, now, that is. It's quite blurry. I do remember coming to a one story road house. It was very long. I think there were a few Hispanic people in it. I specifically remember two young teenage boys. Something about music CDs or something. There was a girl. She was very pretty. I remember going through the house, and then there being something wrong. I only remember flashes. Being at a gas pump, trying to fill my car with gas, trying to leave. The girl was there, and a boy. He was chasing me. He had this hugely long steel serpent that would come out of his arm or something. I remember speeding down the road, unsure of which way to go. I was a long way from home, from Asheville. The girl was very pretty.

The next scene I remember was riding a bicycle. My car had disappeared. Replaced rather, with this bicycle. I was high in the Appalachian mountains. If you have ever driven in them, you know that the view from the road is exhilarating. Just off the road is a drop off into an oblivion thousands of feet below.

I remember coming to a sort of plateau. The road had turned into a dirt road. I had been to places that felt like this when I worked on a road crew - you feel like you are out away from everyone and everything. There was a cornfield. I thought it a bit strange at such a high elevation. I turned right. I came upon a Hispanic road crew - about three guys. I approached the crew leader. I explained that I was trying to get back to Asheville. He mentioned something about a body being below. I didn't dare go over to the edge of where he was standing. I felt almost dizzy where I was at, and could see plenty of the tiny lands far below from my position. There was such a feeling of being high up. One of his crew said something like, "He got what he was asking for."  At that moment I knew what had happened - they had been drunk. He had said something about jumping over, or joked about it, and his drunken friend had helped him over the edge.  At that moment the crew boss said that the other guy, which was standing next to him, would show me where I needed to go. They both walked ahead of me, and I followed, pushing my bike along.

Just about 40 or so yards ahead, after a small incline, we came to a red tower. The two men climbed up ahead of me. I had to fasten a rope to my bicycle, so I could pull it up behind me as I climbed the steel ladder. I really hated to be going up higher, as I felt like I was plenty high enough. The tower was enclosed on the backside - so you could climb the ladder, and just look at a red enclosing in front of you, and at the sides of you. There were spaces inbetween the corners though. I was climbing very slowly, as I was afraid of the height. I was unsure my bicycle would fit up through the space. The two men were far ahead of me.

By the time I got to the top of the tower's iron ladder, I came out in the hallway of a very old house. I thought this somewhat peculiar. I pulled my bicycle up by the rope, and half of it was missing. Oh well. The two men who were going to show me the way to Asheville were no where in sight. I very gingerly made my way down the hall. There were many rooms. It was an old house, whose large meandering rooms had been turned into apartments. I came to a doorway and went through. I softly said, "Hello?"  I looked around the corner and a Caucasian  woman was sitting across from a man on a couch. He paid no attention to me. She seemed agitated. She was lower-class. She seemed a bit dangerous. She looked like someone I knew. I almost ask her if she was that person, but I was much more concerned about my situation of being lost. She told me sort of where I needed to go - just pretty much away from her. She said it was dangerous here. I told her I had a Glock, but I sold it. She began to mock me. She called me a baby with an air gun. She was going to give me some money. She began counting out small change. She was very agitated. I left her and walked down another hallway. The house was Victorian. I love Victorian houses. This one was quite strange. I came into a set of large open rooms filled with evergreens. I thought of Christmas. I quietly said, "Hello?" A small boy, a child of 6 or 7 came out. I was mortified. I dislike children. I asked him if his parents were home. I think he said no. I was sure they would pop out and accuse me of trying to abduct the boy or some such. I quickly left.

I entered another large room. Again, a meekly asked, "Hello?" A small girl came out. Again I was mortified. I asked her if her parents were home. She said they were upstairs. I trembled at going up even higher. I proceeded to go up a set of narrow carpeted stairs when the young girl called out to me:  "They are smarter than you."

I came to the top of the stairs, and I see a man in dress pants and a dress shirt on the phone. He looks like Tim Allen. It was almost like he stuck his face in mine, but from afar. He was holding his hand out. It was actually waving me off, as he was busy on the phone, but I thought it was a friendly gesture, so I took it and shook it awkwardly. He walked across the room and hung the phone up. He said something about the woman he's trying to talk to not answering. He said it with humor. I was desperate to tell him my situation, as I had been in each of my previous encounters. All I wanted to do was get back to Asheville. My city. I was lost in a very unfamiliar place. I could just get out pieces of what I wanted to say. He was excitedly talking about his own work. He went and picked up some large thing that looked like an egg-shaped piece of black technology. He asked me if I knew anything about ghosts. My interest was piqued. It would have been much more if I weren't lost and seemingly insanely high up. He was getting ready to fire this piece of equipment up. There was a woman - his wife, I suppose - sitting across the room. She, unlike he, had been paying close attention to me. She arose, and came closer to me, to listen to me.

I woke up. I woke up still very bothered with the feeling of being in an unfamiliar place, and of having been very high up in elevation. I was relieved to find I was in my house in Asheville.

A Deeply Impactful Dream

I dreamed this many, many years ago, and it is still quite lucid, and having an added depth and meaning given my recent studies.  I had commemorated it within a scifi novella titled “The Rise of Baphomet” from which the following is taken.

He crossed the castle’s courtyard.  Strewn about were massive obsidian statues and monoliths which towered over him, many of which were broken.  One seemed Egyptian; another was broken off at the waist. He thought of the body parts of Osiris.  His ruling emotions were awe and admiration mingled with a bit of fright.  He believed to be glimpsing the most recondite artifacts ever seen by human eyes.  Proceeding down the stone walkway alongside the castle walls, a corner was turned.  Within a large hall stood a large rectangular table covered with a black cloth.  Upon it was lain various magical paraphernalia.  There was a carved wand which had strange symbols burnt into it.  He intuited that it was made from a Buckeye tree.  Beside the wand was a small statue of a man, standing about a foot and a half tall.  It was Asclepius, also known as Ophiuchus, represented by the constellation Serpens.  Also on the table was a golden chalice filled with a dried herb, a small rusted blade, gold coins with geometrical shapes depicted on them, and several specimens of gemstones.

The scene changes to a township.

He noticed an irregularity in the hedge where its corners came together.  He walked over to take a closer look.  The fast moving shadows of clouds that swept by threw off his sense of balance.  He lurched, as if the ground had given.  Stooping down, he looked through a hole in the hedge which was just big enough for him to crawl through.  He could see a damp moss- covered descending grey stone passageway.  He made up his mind to explore it.

As he emerged from the bottom of the earthen staircase, he was met with entrance to a rectangular cavern.  Daylight pierced both ends of the cavern, illuminating four small sections which were terraced down to where he stood.  The right hand side of the cavern was lined with old rectangular wooden tables which were filled with various occult items.  He stood in wonder at hundreds, maybe even thousands of talismans, amulets, small idols made of wood, gold, jade, ivory, silver; a buffet of multi-colored gemstones, dried herbs, crystals, quartz points, quartz spheres, incenses, chalices, candles, bottled essential oils, wooden wands emblazoned with strange runic figures, pendants, daggers, leather drawstring bags, mortars and pestles, scattered bones, silver pentacles, wooden boxes carved with geometric shapes, colored silk cloths and various other magical implements.  Behind the tables, on the wall, were shelves filled with archaic grimoires and dusty leather-bound tomes.

The Cave of the Witch.  I must make haste, before she returns.

He very much wanted a few items for his pockets.  The lure of the mysterious cache of esotery was irresistible.  He picked up a crystal and fingered it.  He suspected that should he gaze deeply into it, he would descry something of importance.  The feeling of urgency and the need to hurry intensified.  He thought that he could quite have easily spent several days going through the magical items before him.  He climbed the terraces and moved towards the far end of the cavern, intensely surveying the tables as he passed by them for something that would catch his eye, and be easily pocketed.  He saw, at the top terrace, at the end of the last table, a small wooden hinged door, painted pea-green, with window.  H panicked at the sound of footsteps falling and clothes bristling.  Someone was coming down from the opposite end of the cavern, from whence he had come. 

The witch!  She comes!

He hurriedly made his exit through the green door, having only procured a single crystal.

The light hurt his eyes as he emerged from underground.  He looked around.  He was at a high vantage point.  Below, he could see a quaint village.  At his back was a small house.  He knew that he must make his way down and across a low road, to come up the opposite hill to the house across the way.  He must not be seen.  He tightly held the witch’s crystal.  She would be following him.  He must hurry.

As he quietly crept up to the porch of the house he must enter, he looked back.  Just across the way was the hole that he had emerged from next to the back wall of the little house.  The street below separated the way.  He turned and knocked on the door of the house which he had arrived at.  He knew that a beautiful girl was in that house.  The witch was also, somehow.  There must have been a secret underground passage that led up into the house.  The door to the modest abode slowly creaked open.

To his utmost horror, the enormous horned head of a Minotaur emerged from behind the door and gazed angrily down upon him.  The door was then flung open.  He could glimpse the beautiful girl and the witch behind the monster in the doorway.  The sight of the witch made his skin crawl.  The sight of a seven-feet-something black bovine humanoid with its nostrils flaring and muscles bulging paralyzed him.  It wasn’t just the size and enraged aspect of the Minotaur before him that made him tremble in fear.  He could feel evil emanating out from the thing.  He forgot the girl and fled from the porch as a madman, away from the witch, away from the gladiator with horned head of a black bull and the terrible eyes of a crazed wild beast.

He remembered.  Remembered King Minos, the Cretan labyrinth that Daedalus constructed, remembered Theseus.  He remembered the parallels between the Minotaur and Baal-Moloch, between the Sun god and the brazen bull.  He remembered that the Minotaur was said to be the fierce protector of occult secrets.  Most vividly, he remembered the enraged Minotaur of Dante’s Inferno.  

Ravi Zacharias and the House of Hers

I was in the old part of town, nestled below the Appalachians.  It was dusk.  The streets here are more like alleyways than streets.  I don’t know why I’m here.  I’m walking.  There are many storefronts, most of which are abandoned or are mysteries. There are people about, yet they lurk in the shadows, going about their singular lives.  I pass by a place in which people are coming out of.  Some communion of sorts is dispersing, the people emerging onto the street.  They seem antagonistic.  

I spot an older gentleman and recognize him immediately.  He is Ravi Zacharias the Christian apologist.  He glances up at me.  We make eye contact.  He looks old and tired.  I speak to him awkwardly.  He does not stop walking.  He seems not to understand me.  I speak louder. 

“Mr. Zacharias, I can’t tell you how much your ministry has meant to me.  It is a great and wondrous work you do.”

He smiles weakly and thanks me. I walk with him, amazed that he is here, seemingly alone.  The few people on the street seem to have coalesced into a dark mood, targeted at Ravi.  Some people yell objections, never ceasing in movement.  I fear that Ravi is most unwelcome in historic Asheville.  We are separated.  He turns a corner.  I am left standing in front of an old house.  I look in the window.  A girl is sitting on the floor, inside the house.  She is looking at me bemusedly.  She is utterly solitary.  She has on very dark eye shadow and drab clothes.  The house is completely devoid of furniture, or of any other sign that it is being lived in.  Her gaze beckons to me, invites me in.  I enter the house.  

She sits on the floor, unmoving, alone.  I make love to her.  I think of the woman I love, and yet I continue to make love to this dark creature.  It is over.  I am back outside of the house.  I look at her through the window, and I long for her again.  She sits again on the floor, silent and still.  I somehow see her nude.  Her legs open.  She is not normal there.  There is a protuberance of flesh, as if she has been grossly over-stuffed.  The scene becomes a close-up.  I see inflamed skin, burst blood vessels.  And then I see her again clothed sitting upon the floor.  Her dark eyes are looking into mine through the window. 

Sun Latches - Dreamed by Aaron DeWeese

 Sun Latches

Dreamed by Ignis Apas

09/16/2011

It - the room - seemed to me a modernized version of the second story apartment building which my Grandfather Rev. David Thurmond and my Uncle Rev. Boyd McClaren had built on Summit Street.  Inside, the view out the windows made it apparent that one was on the second floor.  The room was uncluttered, containing rows of chairs - enough for a small audience to be seated.  The chairs faced East.  There were two entry ways - 2 doors.  Both doors were on the South wall, I believe, at least being in close proximity - perhaps the one door was even situated on the West wall of the room.  Before the chairs, on the East wall, was a large window, not exactly centered, sitting a bit to the right.

There were probably seven to twelve people in the room, only a few of them seated.  I sat on the first or second row, situated at the center.  People were unsettled around me.  There was a nervous energy in the atmosphere.  I knew the cause of it.  Outside of the building were strange humanoid creatures.  They wanted inside.  They were malevolent in nature - evil.  These creatures were amassing unseen, swarming, preparing a siege upon us.  The people that I was sitting with began to stir.

I noticed the man seated one seat down from me.  Something was strange about him.  I was alarmed when the person seated to my immediate left arose, leaving no barrier inbetween me and the stranger.  He seemed rather disengaged.  I did not want him to notice that I had noticed his strange appearance.  As to the peculiarity of him, it was certainly something that hinted at his being inhuman.  Behind his long bushy sideburns were elongated ears tapering up to points.  The color of his skin had a greenish hue.  I thought of the English poet and painter William Blake, and of his eldritch painting "Ghost of a Flea".

I dared not examine the stranger face to face.  All that I had taken in of him, I had done so from my peripheral vision.  I knew that his was the very aspect of the others outside, readying themselves for a siege upon us.  I knew too, that the stranger's countenance was more subdued than that of his fellows - he seemed to me a hybrid of some sort, fashioned in such a way that he could mingle without bringing attention to the fact that he was alien amongst men.

I arose to take action.  Walking to the southern door I noticed a single small lock upon it, rectangular, from two to three inches in length.  Upon the face of the lock was the image of the sun, Sol.  Wanting to make certain that the door was fastened I turned the locking mechanism, unlocking the small bolt.  This was not an unusual action for myself, as in waking life, it is a nightly ritual - double checking door locks by unlocking them and then re-locking them before I retire.

At the very instant the bolt had been withdrawn a tremendous force was felt pushing forth from behind it.  It took all of my might to keep the door from bursting in.  Every ounce of concentration was focused on keeping the door closed.  I knew that I could not let it open, as I knew what it was that was trying to come in upon us.  Not one of the other people in the room came to my assistance.  I finally managed to turn the locking mechanism, which rested at eye level, and at once the force subsided.  I knew that this holding power was beyond the capability of the small metallic lock.  There was some magic about it - I'm sure that it had to do with the symbol of the sun upon it.

Having reassured myself that that door was secure, I turned my attention to the second door.  An identical lock rested upon it.  I knew that I must check this one too, for there was a chance that it was not locked, and that at any moment we might be intruded upon.  I prepared myself to once again feel the violence of the outside force pressing in.  Quickly I turned the locking mechanism and again, instantly I had to employ every ounce of energy within my being to keep the door from bursting forth.  I was terrified at the horrible flood of power behind it.  Again, nobody came to my aid.  Finally, I managed to turn the lock's mechanism, and at once there was peace.  I marveled at the image of the small sun upon the lock.

I turned to the east wall, to the large window.  I knew that were the creatures outside to gain entrance, this is where they would do so.  I saw one of the creatures flash before the window.  I shuddered.  We must be quick.  I grabbed a bound book, opened it, and held it up against the window.  I exhorted people to pick up the books, quickly open them up, and hold them open to the window.  A few did.  Though the books did not fully cover the window, I knew that this somehow was diverting the creatures, repelling them, forestalling their siege.

I must also say that whomever the speaker was, they never spoke, and there was no circumstantial evidence presented to me that they were even present in the room.  It was my feeling that we were awaiting a teaching to begin, rather than having already had sat through a teaching.  I felt no desire to speak - only to do what I knew to be necessary to our perseverance.  Too, I do not know what the books were - there was no obvious markings on them, but I felt, and still feel, that they were the Holy Bible.

Dream: The Storm 8/27/11

I slept tremendously late, acquiring a total of 12 hours sleep.  I awoke around 2:30 PM fresh from a dream.  This morning, Hurricane Irene made landfall Cape Lookout, NC.  I live in Asheville, NC.

In my dream I was at a large apartment building in downtown Asheville.  I was at a dinner-party, or a family get-together which was being held on the apartment grounds, outside, in the sunshine.  I didn't know most of the people.  I felt they were uncomfortable with me.  The seemed to be different - different in the way some people are that are from the more rural parts of the mountains.  They seemed distrusting of me, and even of their situation.

I wandered away from the crowd and went inside the apartment building.  There was a spacious living room with large windows overlooking the city.  I gazed up into the sky.  It was a tremendously warm bright sunshiny day.  As I gazed up into the clouds, I was alarmed by the sudden appearance of a small dark cloud.  The cloud immediately took humanoid shape.  It was the shape of a dark angel, complete with wings.  It seems it had a sword, and was standing with its arms spread.  Suddenly, in an instant the dark cloud exploded - out from it poured forth a terrible storm.  The entire sky was covered in a blanket of darkness in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, as I stood in the apartment before the window, all was sunshine again.  I was gazing again at a beautiful day.  I realized that I had had a precognitive vision.  I knew for a fact that the storm would come.  I ran outside to the people that I had been eating with.  I believe they are my adopted family, somehow.  I motioned wildly, yelling, "Everyone needs to get inside!  A terrible storm of devastation is coming!  I mean it!".  Women argued with me, men looked strangely at me.  "Everyone inside this instant!  I don't care what you think, just get inside, right now!"

Back inside the apartment, I gazed again outside of the window, up at the clouds.  It was still a beautiful blue, with single puffs of clouds here and there.  The city below was flourishing.  I looked again towards the sky for the dark cloud figure.  And it came.  I could see the dark angel cloud pacing back and forth, as if waiting for something.  And then it happened.  Out from that darkness, darkness perpetuated.  An immense storm rolled over the land in an instant.  I saw lighting within the rolling clouds, which threw itself with violent force upon the land.  Everyone was now frightened, including myself.  There was a terrible noise which covered the land, audible even over the wind, the thunder, the multitudinous crashings.  It was a pulsing drone which would rise and fade, rise and fade.  I remember asking someone in the apartment "What is that terrible noise?"

I logged on to facebook and the first thing I saw on my news-feed was this:

Tosha:  My son slept late today.  When he awoke he told me he had a dream that he went to the kitchen window.  It was sun-shining outside and suddenly out of nowhere there came a great wind and a dark cloud.