Beginning at the Beginning...

[Seimei]

Tulameen and Skittles, thank you for the welcome and the suggestion to slip over here to Dreams and Visions rather than post in the October thread. Since there was an unprecedented amount of chaos this week, and abrupt change to my daily schedule, my ability to post was delayed. As usual. Never make plans too far in advance because a power greater than you is the one really making the plans, and if yours don't mesh you can be certain that what you were planning to do got cancelled, or altered, without your consultation. *wry grin*

In the grand tradition of intimate circles everywhere *stands up*, "Hello. My name is Seimei. I will share what I have seen, as I have seen it, and if I understand the meaning, or part of it, I will share some of that. If I do not understand the meaning, I will say so. You could say that what I see is a 'specialty niche' in that the vast majority constitutes pieces of a single picture, some of which have already happened, but the entirety of which has not yet come to pass. The little bits and pieces and one-time personal items I don't plan to share here, because.. well, the information is relevant only to me."

[Seimei]

One final bit of explanation before I begin. Dreams exist in a realm that is inherently spiritual and not inherently physical. My own dreams are always of the sort that I can feel, touch, smell, see, taste, and hear every bit as clearly and realistically as if I were awake, to the point that upon waking, dreams usually 'feel' to me more like a memory of something actually experienced than looking back on thoughts that exist only in your head. I'm not certain if I'm explaining this well.. but I think, from what I have read already in this forum, that most of you will understand what I'm explaining well enough even if I explain it badly.

Because the realm of dreams is spirit and not body, however, there are things inside them, conventions if you will, that are normal for me in dream but which utterly break the laws of physics as we know them in the waking world. In many of my dreams I will mention things happening, or doing things, that are pretty wild, but which <u>aren't</u> wild for me in the realm of dream. Things that will be included as simple fact, without explanation, are: flying, passing through things, projection, and narrator omnipotence on relevant subjects. These things are normal for me in dream and happen even in non-prophetic dreaming, and as such do not receive any special weighting in interpretation.

[Seimei]

This is the first dream that I had in the 'series' that has continued until now. It was in approximately 1994, although the exact date is lost to me because at the time I was not keeping thorough records as I do now.

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This is an old dream, which I am typing out in retrospect. Fortunately the dream is still as vivid as if it had actually happened to me only a week ago, so I am confident of my memory of it. Unfortunately, by sharing this dream in retrospect it loses some of it’s potency. It’s always hard to tell people something you saw or heard years in advance, years later, for the simple fact that it begins to lose credibility. I will take that risk. Only one person knows of this dream’s contents, and that is my mother, who I explained it to a long time ago.

In the dream I was in a house in the suburbs of a major city. The house in the dream was my family’s, but it is not a house that I recognize upon waking. I was in the house alone, and my family was out somewhere, but something very ‘big’ was happening around me. Outside I could see that people were leaving en masse, and in fact the homes and streets around me were pretty much empty already.

Yet, there was no fire, no chaos, nothing going on that immediately explained the evacuation. People had gone quietly and voluntarily.

In the dream, I stepped outside my home into the backyard. I was very agitated and concerned, because the dream me understood that the mass exodus was insidious in nature, no matter how it looked. A few minutes later I saw a few people coming towards me, and I knew that they were there to make me leave as well.

This set off major mental alarms of, “Danger! Danger!” and I felt myself starting to panic. As is often the case in the non-physical world of dreams, I was to project a shield around myself that pushed them back from me.

At that point the dream shifted, and I found myself standing on the edge of a great crowd. There were thousands upon thousands of people standing on a vast open square, which was actually a kind of train station or port. Beyond the tightly packed masses of people I could see a train parked and waiting. It wasn’t an Amtrak type of passenger train, and it wasn’t a cargo train. Instead, it was like the type of train you ride on at an amusement park or zoo, with open air bench seating and a canopy covering.

I understood that the train was there to move the people. These were all the people who were missing from the houses and the streets, and while the threat was never explained, I knew that they were being moved for their own protection. At least, that was the pretense. I did not believe that in the dream, and was deeply opposed to going, just as I had not allowed myself to be taken by the men who came to retrieve me in my home.

Now my family became evident. My brother, mother, and father were in the crowd, and I could see that they were very near to the train and would without question be included in the next wave of people who rode off. It was a considerable distance to them through the thousands of people, and I knew I would have to choose. I could either struggle through and try to get to them, but I also knew with certainty that I would fail and they would be on the train and I would be left separated from them no matter what. If I chose to try to get to them, it would seal my fate of going on the train because I would be trapped up at the front of the press of people, and while the trains were all going to similar destinations, there was no guarantee that my train would take me to my family.

I decided that I must not go. I would stay free and not get on the train. As the train pulled out with my family on it, the dream shifted again.

Now I was in a place that looked like the area of Masada, all tans, oranges, and browns. The ground was stark without vegetation and there were towering stone cliffs interspersed throughout the landscape. The sides were sheer, straight up, and the tops were flat.

I was flying through this place, high above so that I was above even the tops of the stone plateaus, and soon I saw people. There were many people on top of the largest plateaus. Just like at the train station there were thousands pressed together, all the way up to the edge, and they appeared to be watching, or watching for, something. In the dream I knew that while they were similarly crowded, these were not thee people from the trains. These were people who had most definitely not taken the train, and the plateaus were not the destination of the trains either. Whatever the reason, and however they got up there (there was no visible means from where I was looking down to show a way for them to get up the sheer cliffs), they were there by their choice.

As I was flying, another creature came alongside me in the sky. A beast, riding on a beast. The beast being ridden was like, but not, a dragon. The beast riding was like, but not, a man. Since I am telling this dream in retrospect I have a visual at my disposal that until 2 years ago, would have involved me having to draw it out on paper and show people, because the beast riding on the beast bore a disturbing resemblance to the nagzul riding on the winged beasts of the LoTR movies so recently come out. The resemblance is so accurate that when I saw the movie it caused me a great deal of shock and disturbance. It is almost as though someone else saw what I saw and translated it to the screen!

Returning to the dream, this beast upon the beast flew close beside me in the sky. Below up the people were still standing on the cliff tops looking up, and when the beast came alongside me I realized that I was also riding on something. It was not a beast, but I do not know what it was. There was no opportunity for me to look down and examine it, only to feel it under me, because no sooner did I notice that then the beast drew a sword and began to slash at me.

Needless to say, this was very, very painful. It’s sword was cutting me again and again, and yet the wounds were not ‘mortal.’ I wanted to defend myself, but I had no weapon. As soon as I recognized that I was helpless, a sword was put into my hand, again by a force I did not see. My sword was greater than the sword of the beast, and though he injured me, I took the sword and cut off his head.

At which point the dream ended and I woke up.

The dream is not about me. It is also not about my family. The great exodus is something that is to come. Powers that be will tell us en masse that they are doing things to protect us. They will make laws. They may even relocate us. But not everyone will be taken in.

In the first portion of the dream I represented those who knew the truth and used it to resist, or will use it to resist in that time. The number of people who will realize and resist is very, very small, and family members and friends will be separate upon this line, even as family and friends were separate down lines during the Civil War, only the numbers won’t be so equal. This portion of the dream took place in America.

The second portion of the dream took place in Israel. The place I saw like Masada could very well BE Masada literally, although I feel there is some room for interpretation that it is more a general correlation to the area Masada is in on the globe. The beast upon the beast is the prophet and beast spoken of in Revelation. All eyes will be riveted upon him/them. And I was not playing ‘myself’ for this role either. The weapons of the beast are powerful, and his deception will be great, but even he will fall by the power of the truth, the sword of the word of the One who is to come. The beast can harm, separate, cut, and maim, but it is not in his power to destroy ‘her’ entirely. The sword that in the dream did not belong to me and I was not able to take for myself, but was put into my hand so that the beast might be slain. And so, the beast was slain by a power much greater than myself. He also could only be slain when I recognized that I had no weapon of my own with which to fight him. In that moment of the dream, I was Israel.

[Seimei]

The board says my post is too many characters, so I am splitting it up. 2. Part II is the continuation...

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2001: September 4th, 5th, and 7th

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Something that seems more important now than when I first rehashed them over in my mind is this - the three circumstances for the plot which I initially didn’t think much about while I tried to find the significance of the punchline.

I find it somewhat ironic that I spent the week before what happened in a state of numb shock and disturbance, and while I was upset watching events unfold, the feeling of direct connection and horror was more painful before it happened when I didn't understand it. Or maybe it's just the fact that I had a week's headstart to work through the shock and comprehend the information. If nothing else, the raw fact that in the dream I was there and was standing next to the people and saw their faces, and wanted so badly to protect them from what was going to happen made a deeper impact on me psychologically than the distance that is created by watching something on TV.

The three dreams had basically similar plots and punchlines. They were back to back (one Tuesday night, one Wednesday night, and then one Friday night), and I woke from all of them with a feeling of deep frustration. In each of the dreams I started out like everyone else. Then slowly I began to see things that others were not seeing, and after a time, I started to understand them. When I understood them I realized that the people around me in each of the dreams would be destroyed utterly and it was very upsetting. Even though I didn’t know them, I felt an emotional connection and attachment to them. I ran to them and tried to tell them, I screamed and wept and yelled at them, and they acted as though I was not speaking at all. In all three dreams I failed to cause a reaction, and the dream ended with the knowledge that they would die horrible deaths.

The first night the threat was a bomb/explosion. There was a huge tall building in the center of an area that was surrounded by thousands of people on the ground working. I knew the danger was inside the building, but no matter how much I tried to get the people to understand and move away from it, nobody would listen. I was like a voice that wasn't even speaking and they ignored me. I woke up just before the actual destruction took place with a feeling of great dread and horror. The second night the destruction was spiritual in nature. There was a great deception taking place, and even though I was able to show people the true nature of what was around them if I concentrated hard enough, as soon as I stopped they forgot and their perception returned to what it was. Nothing in that dream even down to the smallest item (the color of a crayon on a table or a display in a store) was what it appeared to be. Some of the people weren’t people at all either but demonic entities in the form of men. The dream took place inside a vast building with thousands of rooms. Part of the building was like a museum, part was like a mall, part was like a great office, etc. Every few minutes the building would rearrange itself like a rubix cube so guides were needed to lead the people around, and only the guides had any idea how the building was going to rearrange each time. At the end of the dream, I was walking down one of the halls of the building alone and one of the un-people came down the other way towards me. It attacked me with a spiritual force and I was terrified and confused, yet though the blows came to strike me, they never actually harmed me. Each time a barrier came around me and I was pushed back but unhurt. After a few times of this, I started to understand that this was like the other things in the dream. I started to pray and concentrate with all my heart on seeing what really was instead of what appeared to be. The entity that looked like a man became what it really was instead of the deceptive human appearance. Then the shield around me grew and something happened to the creature and it was either banished or destroyed. Suddenly the building stopped it’s constant changing and somehow I was now the one who knew how it would change and could affect what it did and the walls and items inside became what they really were and the un-people were gone.

[Seimei]

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2001: September 4th, 5th, and 7th .. continued...

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The third night the danger came from chemical attack/radiation. This was the most disturbing of the three dreams by far, and it was this one that prompted me to call up my friend and bother her. It's not characteristic for me to call someone up for the sole purpose of seeking emotional comfort and hand-holding, but I was extremely upset over what I saw. I was so upset after that one I needed to just talk about it to someone. I couldn’t concentrate on anything all day at work. I couldn’t wipe the image of the children from my minds, or the sight of dead birds falling from the sky landing in a heap at my feet. In that dream I found myself walking through a kind of deserted industrial park area that was also surprisingly park-like with trees and very few actual buildings. I walked past a group of men and a large dump truck came up behind me and tried to run me over, but I picked a stone up off of the ground and threw it at the truck and somehow it crushed the window in completely and stopped it’s progress. I remember the man driving was exceedingly mad, and I was puzzled and relieved that the small stone in the hands of someone as weak as myself had done that! I walked quickly away from that area further down the road, and then I came to a place that looked like a scientific research building. It was quiet and deserted. Immediately next to it was the strangest thing… a park, filled with children playing and not an adult in sight. In my spirit I felt a strong sense of danger and foreboding coming from the quiet scientific building and a warning that something ominous was inside. The building was closed up and locked, but I walked around behind it to look and there was a little grassy spot with a sort of manhole cover in it. As I stood looking at it, the cover at my feet silently “poofed” up like by a quick blast of air and a white substance came out. It was only a tiny amount of the substance, but again I felt in my spirit that this was what I was supposed to look for and that because I had seen it happen, now it was too late and everyone would die. Immediately after the “poof” three birds fell from the sky and landed dead in a heap right at my feet. I was overcome with horror and ran to the front where the park and the children were playing like nothing had happened. Now there were adults walking up from the other side of the scientific building. They were coming to check on their children. When I saw them approaching I was suddenly filled with rage and indignation and I went to them and screamed at them weeping. Why did they leave their children unattended here in this place? Because of their choice they had brought certain death on themselves and the children, and I remember I could hardly even speak to them anymore at that point I was so upset. I said something to them that they would all die long, horrible, painful deaths. Then I flew/walked away from that area to leave the industrial park. I knew somehow that even while I had been talking the military and authorities has already moved in and quarantined the area so nobody could leave. Buildings were set up then and military doctors had temporary clinics and they were testing the people to see what could be done and what would happen to them. I had to go to the clinic too and the doctors were very frightened by the fact that I did not suffer any affects at all. I escaped from them and encountered an Asian man in a white military uniform who became furious as soon as he saw me. His face was full of hate and he took his gun and aimed it at me from about 4 feet away and shot. All of the bullets passed through me like air. And then I woke up. As soon as I woke up I started to cry and all I could think about was that all those people were not only going to die, but they would die long, horrible, painful deaths and many of them were children who would suffer this because of their parents.

In all three of the dreams, none of the threats I encountered had any relation to me personally. That is to say, in the first dream I knew what would happen, and I was horrified, but I also knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that even if it happened while I was inside the building myself, I would neither die nor be hurt. In the second dream, even at the moment of confrontation when I was afraid, I knew that whatever happened did not involve my own fate. I would not die or be injured. I felt it most strongly in the last dream. At no point did I feel afraid for myself even when I knew that a terrible radiation or poison was going to come from the building I was standing next to. Even when I saw the substance poof out in front of my face I was not afraid and I knew it would not harm me, but that the danger was for the other people and I was there to tell them. Even when the man came and put the gun to me to kill me I knew he would not succeed and I did not have to worry about his bullets.

The dreams were of sequential events to happen (I had the dreams 1 week exactly from Sept. 11, 2001). Dream one, down to the very hour that I had it, was the Twin Towers. A very dear friend of mine had to put up with me, a week in advance, calling her on the phone and weeping and troubled, and when it did happen, it was she who actually pointed out to me that, "Hey... this is what you told me last week..." Which was a very chilling thing to hear.

Dream 2 is already well underway. A great deception. The hiding of truth. Control of people and events by deceit. If you can confuse the majority of the world with half-truths and partial facts and contradictory reports, you've got them right where you need them to be - unable to decide, unable to recognize right from wrong, and willing to let you tell them what to do because they are confused and unable to deal with it. As in the first dream I posted, Flying Beast, there will be some who recognize what's going on. Not everyone will be deceived, but those who aren't will be few in comparison and they will not be successful getting other people to understand. Also as in the first dream, ultimately nothing can stand before Truth.

The third part is also already begun. It is in many many pieces and parts, perhaps like the dream was in pieces and parts. Orchestrated on many levels and in many places. Subtle. Not something you can see. Radiation isn't, of course, visible to the naked eye, and yet it is deadly. This particular dream has fullfillment on many levels. One, the subcontexts of a disease here a disease there, an oubreak, pockets of terror, burning, chemicals, or biological warfare quietly introduced. Two, the more literal overal meaning, which I still believe to be accurate although I can't see yet HOW it will happen. That there will be actual radioactive destruction... a bomb? Dirty bomb? and/or Biological weapons release.. as in the "poof" and the birds falling from the sky immediately, dead.

[Seimei]

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October 2001
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The next dream I had, several weeks after the attrocity of September 11th was quite different. I did not wake up with a feeling of frustration, helplessness, or horror. I woke up feeling as though I were a bride, who's groom had come during the night and wrapped her in his arms and whispered words of love. Several days later I was still walking around probably emmitting warm fuzzies.

The dream began in many ways like the others, meaning I had absolutely no idea what was going on. I was in a huge multi-story building, and while I felt that there were other buildings outside, all of the people were in the building I was in. In the beginning, I was on the first floor, near the area that looked like an entrance area, although I do not remember seeing any doors in, and there were no windows.

Probably the strangest thing about this building is that every floor was like a world unto itself. Grass and trees and sky stretched out as far as the eye could see on the first level once you left the tiled entry place, and I knew, though it was never said, that this place (all of it, not just this one floor) was almost a kind of role-playing universe. Everyone was playing a part of some sort. Although it would seem natural in retrospect, at no point did it occur to me to think that I was also playing a role, and if so, what was it?

I wandered off exploring the grassy areas and bits of forest, and I met up with some other girls. One of them trapped me and locked me in a wooden cage of some sort, but it was rather silly, because it had no roof. As soon as she ran off I climbed out. They did not try to hurt me, and didn't seem to necessarily "dislike" me.

After I escaped I walked again, and the world seemed to "shift" and I found myself standing on a huge stone bridge over a river. The scenery was breathtaking, but I was alone, and the bridge had no way down on either side - just the stone towers that held up the bridge itself. The place felt as though something was missing. Quite honestly, I don't know how I got from this "other" place back to the first floor, but somehow I did. Perhaps it happened the same way I went there in the first place. I was in the building, then I was there, then I was in the building again.

Once back standing in the grass, I saw plenty of other people coming and going about their business, and back towards the entry-type area, I saw something I had missed before. There was a central column area with an enclosed staircase going up. Since I didn't know where I was and did not really have anything I was supposed to be doing as far as I knew, I went to the staircase and walked up to the next floor. It did seem odd that though there was a very obvious staircase, I did not see any people noticing it or using it.

The stairs were not terribly steep and it didn't take long for me to pop out on the second level. Now that I was aware of the staircase, I saw the similarity with the first level - how the column up with the stairs was in the center, and a seemingly endless world stretched out on either side. It was on this second floor that I was to learn the first bit about the rules of this place I was in. A man encountered me, and unlike any of the people I saw on the first floor, he was armed. None of the people on the first floor had weapons of any kind. The only thing even halfway approaching a weapon on the first floor was that silly cage thing I escaped from. This man had wooden arrows and a bow. Somehow I was aware that while he was ON the second floor with me, he was actually from a floor somewhere a little above. This was my first revelation. Anyone could change floors, but people were somehow bound by the levels they were from.
This man carried with him the weapons he would have used on his own level, but while he traveled on this lower second level, he was tied to the rules of it, and the kinds of weapons he held could not be used. When he came at me, I did not completely understand this, and was very alarmed. I picked up a rock and threw it at him and struck him, and somehow, by the rules of the second level, that meant I won, and I took his bow and his arrows from him and they became mine. Then I went back to the stairs and up again.

Honestly I don't remember how many levels there were in the building, it seems like 7 yet somehow more. Each was so incredibly vast and as I went higher there were reasons for me to be distracted. I passed a number of levels that I did not explore. I came up out of the stairs onto them, went around the column, and right back up into the stairs to go up again. Other people did not also climb the levels this way. Only I climbed the stairs. There seemed to be some sort of system in place whereby you could, over time, make it from one to the next, but it was slow and very hard. Me circling and going up without even bothering to experience most of the levels was outside the usual structure of the place I was in, which.. in light of the rules that were becoming evident, was very wise for the safety of all involved. At the level below the top I encountered someone again who stopped me.

[Seimei]

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I still had the bow and arrow that I had taken from the man on the second level but this level, as I said, was second from the top. I discovered once I got there, that the levels progressed in how dangerous they were, in what kinds of weapons were allowed and used on them, and how much threat there was to me. The stakes got much higher on the way up. As I went around the column to reach the next flight up I encountered this person. This level was rather dark and things were very unclear. All I remember seeing was an angry and enraged person with a huge sword who was very experienced in using it. I don't even know if this person was a man or a woman, only the enraged expression and the flashing sword remains fixed in my mind, but I became very afraid and confused. I had not expected to be attacked and did not know how to fight. The only weapons I had were useless against the sword and I did not even know how to use them in the first place. On this level, according to the way it operated, all confrontations ended in the death of one or the other of those fighting.

This person charged at me and I remember that I had only the bow in my hands that was tall and could be put between me and my enemy, and I grapped it and thrust it in front of me like it too was a sword. Somehow, the bow did not break, but I remember being afraid the entire time that it was going to be cut to pieces and I would have nothing between me and being diced. Our dual took some time, and I did not understand what I was doing. I would not have known how to dual even if I had had a sword to properly defend with. Miraculously, my enemy was defeated. I don't know how, and I was able to get into the stairway to climb up to the final floor. Needless to say, I was rather relieved to be somewhere else.

Finally, I reached the top level. The stairs going up to it were incredibly short, much shorter than any of the previous flights of stairs. It took no time at all. When I stepped up out of the stairwell I found myself in a great meeting place. Part restaurant, part social club, part what have you. Above me there was an actual ceiling like you would expect of a building, unlike the world-like qualities of the other floors, but to the left the building's walls and ceiling gradually faded away, the floor eventually ending in railing like a balcony. Out to the left, above and to the sides where the building seemed to end, it was like the most brilliant night sky. The colors went from an atmospheric kind of pale blue to the deepest midnight and there were an uncountable number of stars.

There were hundreds of men in this place talking in groups to one another. Some were standing. Most were sitting. As I looked around I understood that these were the most powerful people of the "place" (multi-levelled building) I was in, all levels included, and it came to me that if the level I just came from was dangerous, who could describe the danger of where I was standing then? Though none of the men in the room appeared to have a visible weapon, I knew they were more deadly than anything I had yet encountered. It was, however, a very very long way down, and I still didn't quite understand things fully. I wanted to know more about this place I'd ended up in, and I was beginning to feel more than a little astounded that someone as pathetic as me (no power, no weapons, no understanding) somehow was standing on this level with these people.

I remember walking around the place, because also unlike the other levels, if you did not count the vast expanse beyond the balcony, the meeting area itself was kind of small. This meant that as I walked around to see what was there, I was just feet away from all the men who were meeting, and everyone on this level was a man. Except me. Really, it didn't seem so much that they were noticing me at all. They were all engaged in talking with each other, except one who didn't seem to be with any of the others, who the others didn't really seem to notice much either, even though he was sitting right next to them in one of the tables that was in a booth, he looked my direction and noted my presence, but I didn't get a good look at him at all. I merely registered that someone had looked my direction.

After I walked all the way around and saw the place that I was in, I began to feel uneasy. The stairwell was not close to me anymore, so I chose the only other place on this floor that was not crowded with people where I could go and have some space around me. I went to the edge of the balcony. I walked that way. I reached the railing. I turned around and then everything went wrong. Suddenly the weapons I had acquired in my journey up the floors were gone. My clothes were also gone. All I had was a plain blue cloth I was trying to cover myself with, and the men who had seemed to not be paying any attention were now closing in around me to rape and destroy. Their faces had turned leering and hateful. When it seemed like there was nowhere for me to go, and nothing I could do, and the men around me were only a few feet from grasping me, someone else entered the scene. The man who I had not taken time to look at in the beginning, who I really hadn't seen, who the other men had not seemed to register either, was walking to the balcony from the room.

I knew in an instant that this man was the man who OWNED this building we all were in. He made it. He made all the levels. How could I have not noticed him before? How can I even describe him now? He was more beautiful than anything any artist has ever given us to look at, and yet he was not at all feminine. When he walked to the balcony, the men gathered around me to rape and destroy me got out of his way. He didn't hold a weapon. He didn't need one. And nobody, nobody said ANYTHING. They shut right up. And not one of them so much as lifted a finger to start a fight with him or oppose him.

I suppose they were afraid because they also knew who he was, but once he showed up on the scene, as he came to where I was standing, it was as if for all the world my enemies did not exist. It no longer mattered that I was standing naked and defenseless and that there were 50+ men around me. All I could see, the entire universe narrowed down to him. His presence was more captivating and outshined even the view of the stars in the night sky above and behind me. There was a gentle breeze and it was as though I suddenly had wings billowing out behind me. There was a joy and a warmth spreading through me from deep inside me.

He came to me and took me in his arms and then we were no longer on that top floor. That place was gone completely. He took me away from my enemies (I don't know what happened, and honestly.. they were quite forgotten in my mind at that point) to that place I'd been before. I found myself clothed and being held there on that bridge where I had been before and did not know how I'd gone there. Like before the scenery was breathtaking and peaceful and the river was beautiful, but unlike before, there was no feeling of loneliness. Everything was there. The last thing I remember from the dream before I woke, was the sun shining down, the water sparkling, and him holding me and his eyes filled with such incredible love.

When I woke up, it was as though he was still there with me. It felt as though I was still being held. I felt indescribably loved. Even just writing about it now and remembering it, I feel all warm and loved. I felt so at peace.

The dream was not about me though. The moment I woke up I knew for certain that the dream was about Israel. I had acted a part, like the other role-players of the dream, but the dream's interpretation was definite. The dream was not about me, even though the love I felt was for me as much as for the one who's role I was playing. The dream was about Israel. The building was the world - our universe. The levels were times.

There is a time coming at the end when the nations of the world will be assembled against her to rape and destroy. She will have nowhere to go and no power sufficient to save herself from them. She isn’t necessarily even going to know what’s really going on or who to call for help, because until the very end she will not recognize who her savior is. When it seems that she will be consumed completely, when hope is faded away, he himself will come to her. He will come in power and majesty, in beauty and in glory, to claim what is his. In that day Israel will be delivered. He came once before to show her his way and to tell her he was preparing a place for her, but she could not see him, though she did recognize the beauty of the promise and the place (the place with the bridge). Even though she was trying to see, to her eyes then, he was not there (though surely he was there). Not only will she be delivered when he comes again, but her eyes will be opened. He who has been there all along, the one she was not able to see but who has ever been watching over her, will be revealed to her. She will understand who he is and she will accept him as her deliverer, her savior, her L-rd, and her love.

[Seimei]

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December 2001
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In this dream, my father and I were walking into a large, ornate theatre. It was evening/early night time. Red plush seats, towering vaulted ceiling, ornate carvings, balconies, the whole nine yards. It was the quintessential old style fancy theatre. Slightly gold tinged lighting and everything.

Instead of a stage at the front, however, inside the border of carvings and trim was a flat and shallow area – a screen. The theatre has been converted into a movie theatre.

When we arrived there were only a few people, a handful, and we walked across the back of the room to the left hand aisle. Our seats were close to the back on the farthest left. After we sat down people began to come in in greater numbers and find their seats. When the theatre was about half full several men in suits came in. Very official FBI, CIA’ish looking. In the dream I knew them to be secret service agents and I knew that they were there to assure that the room was safe and secured before their charge came in to sit down. In the dream, though no reason was made known, I was very nervous of them. I was terrified that they would notice my father and I and that we were somehow going to be pegged as ‘enemy’, even though we had done nothing.

Thankfully, we were passed by. A few moments later Bush himself came down the left hand aisle. He walked to the front of the theatre and sat down near the middle of the center section of seats. To clarify, there were three sections: left hand seating, then the left aisle, then middle seating which was the widest area, then the right aisle, then right hand seating. Next, to my horror, in came Arafat. He also walked down the aisle, I can’t remember which one, but I do remember he also went to the front of the theatre and sat down next to Bush.

Now the theatre was pretty well filled up. The lights dimmed as in signal of the movie going to start, but there was a sort of fast forward in the dream at that point. I didn’t really ever see the movie, so I don’t know what it was about, although it was understood that the movie was over and we were all getting up to leave.

The lights came back up and we all began to file out en masse. A good 95% of the people filed out the wide doors at the rear of the room, including Bush and Arafat and their entourage. My father and I wanted to get out of the room away from everyone else, so we walked to the left wall and up towards the front of the room and went out the smaller side door.

As we were walking out I heard gunshots. We paused in the doorway and I was filled with terrible sadness and a sense of great injustice. I knew the people who had flooded out the other way were worried about the President and Arafat and that the secret service people were doing whatever it is they do at moments like that, but the part that was upsetting is that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that neither Bush nor Arafat had been harmed. That fact was upsetting because I knew that some person had been shot, and I did not know if they had been killed, but I knew (also beyond a shadow of a doubt) that they were innocent. The person or party who was shot should NOT have been. Outside I could hear the crowd rejoicing. They were very happy that whoever had been shot had been shot. Rejoicing over the bloodshed of the innocent. And then I woke up.

[Seimei]

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January 5th, 2002
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I had strange dreams this night. The second two were a repeat, I had the same dream twice with slightly different details separated by a brief wake-up. The first dream was by far the oddest, and I woke up from it too and in my few minutes of being awake I remember noting that I should remember it. That's odd itself, because I almost always remember my dreams regardless. It gives me something to amuse myself with during the day if things get dull, kind of like reading a book only not. Also, I tend to wake very slowly and groggily so waking lucid with a cohesive thought in mind to 'remember' is always a sign of importance attached to the dream.

I dreamt I was in my home and room, just like I really was (outside the dream), and that I woke up because the phone rang. It was very late, about 3am, and my parents got the phone. Had this been non-dream reality, I would have been in a horrified panic, because early morning phone calls always mean someone has died, but since it was a dream this didn't occur to me. My parents came in and told me to get the phone, and I remember that I did at least have enough coherency to think it was odd to get a call in the middle of the night when I wanted to be sleeping. On the other end of the line was Arial Sharon. Even in the dream this really floored me. He specifically had called to talk to me, of all people, which also floored me. He wanted me to tell him about the dreams I had had concerning Israel (the dream in question, for reference, is the one above from October 2001: The Bridegroom Comes. He was asking me about a dream I had had in a dream I was having...), and he told me he also had had a dream. In the background while we were talking I could hear a siren (war alert kind of siren) go off loudly and someone say that there was an invasion of air space. Mr. Sharon didn't miss a beat though, and said in his dream he saw the Messiah. That he said he was coming, and then Mr. Sharon said he had to go, things were happening, but he would call back later to discuss more. He did call back later, and it seems to follow that I must have told him my dream, but that part of the dream wasn't really the focal point and it was at that point that I woke up. The part that struck me like lightning was hearing him say he had dreamt he saw the Messiah and that he had spoken to him to say he was coming.

[Seimei]

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June 27, 2002
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It started out that I was in the car with my family on a small country 2-lane road, and I mean it was a SMALL road. I was concerned that we were going to hit something or not be able to pass any oncoming vehicles. We were going to a family reunion for my dad's side of the family, though we’ve never had reunions like this in real life, and we ended up at a large park.

In the park there was a huge circle. It was made up, all the way around, of the relatives. Somehow we were late, so there was some difficulty finding a place in the circle near relatives we know. Most of the relatives we don't know, and mom and dad, and my brother and I split up to find spots to sit. We went all the way around (brother and I) and ended up back on the side where we started, but on the way around I remember talking to relatives I haven’t seen in years and years. It is relevant to note that I am not close to the side of the family represented here and do not know most of them at all.

On that other side, there still wasn’t really a spot for us, so we were standing a little back from the circle of people. In the center of the circle was my uncle (dad's brother). Someone came over to me and put a huge shofar in my hands, the biggest shofar I’ve ever seen in my life, and then my uncle was talking and telling everyone I was going to play it. I’d never played a shofar, and I know that it is supposed to be very hard, especially the big
ones, and this thing was 4 feet long. I got incredibly nervous and didn't know what to do. Vaguely it seemed to me incongruous for there to be a shofar, at this particular family gathering, and for me to be asked to play it in any case.

I didn't know what else to do but to go through with it, so I picked it up and played. First it sputtered a little, but from somewhere I suddenly had all this lungpower that I never have (asthma and allergies really sap that kind of thing) and out came this amazingly loud clarion sound. I held it a long time and then played the second of short loud bursts, then another long loud blast. Loud - louder than several DCI trumpet corps.

Yet when I put it down, nobody seemed to have heard it. They all were sitting around in the same circle, talking and visiting and completely oblivious. Only my uncle in the middle thanked me for playing it for us and my brother next to me was staring. Then, only seconds later, everything became like a WWII movie. From the north, over the horizon, a great dust cloud rolled in dramatically, and coming over the hill, just like the movies, rose choppers. Military choppers, partially obscured in all the dust.

I completely freaked out. Nobody else seemed to be terribly upset by this, but I went into horror mode. I ran to the nearest little park building and cowered repeating, "they must not see me" whatever that was for, but I was mortified that they would see me from the choppers, me personally, not just us the group. The little building I was in was trembling with the force of the wind and the noise of the helicopters and it occurred to me that it was a rather stupid place to hide, and that the choppers intended to land, and I would be found quickly if I stayed there. Then I suddenly had courage and ran out to my brother and he and my immediate family and a very few of the other family members ran towards the north where the choppers were coming from and the landscape began to morph, as dreamscapes are wont to do. The park ended and we ran down steps and came to a set of doors. Instead of being outside, we were now in some sort of building and we went though the doors to the outside. It was a porch that ended without rails and overlooked a great chasm. It was from this chasm that the dust and the wind and the choppers were rising.

Again, I was overcome with this horrible feeling that they should not see me, but then things began to get weirder. I somehow could fly at this point, but it was like a child learning to walk, they posses the ability but haven’t got a clue quite how to orchestrate the thing. It was a very bad thing. The wind was terrible and it was a cross between getting picked up in the gale and flying. I blew about for a few minutes before I managed to get back to the ground, but it was much too late. I was Spotted (obviously), to put it mildly, and the choppers were landing. Even by the time I went back through the doors hundreds of military people were on the ground surrounding and entering it. There were several terrifying close calls, but somehow I snuck past them into the building again, and I was running down the wide halls. It was like a cross between a big mall and a huge office building.

[Seimei]

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There were military people everywhere, and in my panic running, I came to a church that was a part of the complex. I ran inside and it was packed - wall to wall packed. The interior was incongruous with the rest of the building, it was like an old style church with the wooden pews, etc. All the people were sitting, perfectly still and silent and staring. There wasn’t a sound, except from the monitors on the walls. There was no pastor speaking, instead, there were TV monitors like at the really gigantic churches (only smaller) up on the walls, and.. they were watching a movie! A regular movie! A war movie nonetheless. They were just sort of frozen in time there watching it. Oblivious.

I went past all the pews and out the other side to the hall leading to the back where the pastors would have their prayer study and private rooms. Even the halls had people lining them, silently. I ran past all of them to another hall, and along the edge was a book holder thing like on the back of the pews with books, hymnals, and Bibles. I reached past a person and grabbed one of the Bibles and then I saw - walking away from me, even farther towards the back, the way I wanted to go - a monk. At least he looked like a monk, not a priest or a pastor. I ran to him and held up the Bible and begged him to please take me to the rooms in the back so I could read it in a quiet place where there weren’t so many people. He looked at me, and he knew.. he knew that’s not what I was asking. He knew I wanted him to take me to the inner rooms to hide me, but he didn’t say that. He said how unusual it was for someone to want to read the Bible anymore these days and how nice it was to hear that, and certainly, if I’d follow him he’d take me to the back. But, he wasn’t supposed to. At least in the dream, people other than the monks / pastors / whathaveyou were not permitted to go in the back inner rooms. But he was on my side : ) , and he led me all the way to the back of the hall where we came out into smallish more brightly lit room.

In the middle at the back was a staircase. It was a circular one, a very tight spiral, but it only went a up a few feet and then just ended. It didn’t GO anywhere, however, he started to walk up, and I followed him. When he got to the end, he stepped off back down to the floor, but the spot where it ended had a round stone to step on, like a stone paving tile. He stepped off onto it and then stepped aside and waited for me. As I was stepping down to it, before my foot touched down, down the hallway towards us came a priest (not to be confused with a monk) followed by the military people. He was furious and started screaming at the monk to stop it, that he shouldn’t be doing what he was doing, etc etc. He was irate. His face was all contorted and he was hurtling towards us as fast as possible.

Then the monk put another stone on the round paving stone. It was a little small tiny one, and when I stepped down onto it, I put my foot on the little stone on the big stone, and I expected, with all my heart, that I was going to get transported like with a transporter to a secret room. I don’t know why, but I did think that. It didn’t happen. Instead, what changed was me. I was still there, but nobody but the monk could see me. I was invisible, and it took a few minutes for me to realize that.

Then I was running again, this time right past my enemies. I ran out of the church and into the wide halls of the building again. At one point I met up with a friend of mine. She was looking for me, and even though she could not see me, she sort of knew I was there and I talked to her and told her I was.

Several military people came up to her and wanted to ask her questions. They knew she was connected to me somehow and thought she would know where I was. She was terrified. I whispered for her to leave the building, because she was "alone" (as I was invisible) and to go somewhere else. I told her that they wouldn’t really want just her, so she walked out the doors and we were on some sort of campus outside, but she kept trying to haul out and run for it and I kept grabbing her arm and whispering loudly that no, you could not run. Do not run. You will appear guilty if you run. You will draw attention to yourself. Then after a little while of walking I was visible again. I was in the most horrible outfit.

Back when I was trying to get back INTO the building in the initial chaos, to make myself less like me and less obvious to the military people swarming the area, I had torn my clothes up. My khaki pants were all ripped up to these awful short short shorts of the most unflattering kind, and my shirt was this awful ripped up thing that no long had sleeves or much else, though neither had started out that way. I had made them to be as "un me" as I could to throw off the enemies, which made the church scene all the more strange. I looked for all the world like a prostitute but nobody in the church noticed me, and the monk still took me seriously and helped me. When we was speaking to me, he didn’t seem to notice my physical appearance at all.

That was about the end of the dream before I woke up. I was going somewhere with my friend, and after becoming invisible, I somehow had gained the ability to be visible or invisible at will if I concentrated but it took effort, like the flying thing. So, I was staying visible unless otherwise necessary. I don’t know where we were going, but the military people were still looking for me.

I woke up with a feeling of great disturbance.

[skittles]

Wow! Those are fascinating dreams.What have you been dreaming about lately?

[Seimei]

I have about 9-10 more chronologically from where I left off posting, not including the second most recent one, since posting, which *shudders* was about creepo Michael Jackson. Ugh.

Currently playing, the antichrist. I seem to be accumulating a lot of dragon imagery combined with water and people from the end times. Later today if I'm still awake after all that tryptophen I'll put up some more of them. I didn't want to post them all at once, because.. well.. there was already quite a few spamming the board as it was.

The most interesting things about the dreams, that I haven't heard many people echo, is that I always directly participate in the events (no movie style panorama views), even if the dream isn't about me. Which can be very riveting when you encounter a creature in the dream that is both a part of the dream and from outside the dream, like you are, and they recognize you. Especially if they want to kill you.

[Seimei]

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Saturday, July 27, 2002
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I had another strange dream last night. First I was in the city where my family has lived for the past 10 years. As I was walking, I came to a spot that was very out of place. There was an orange and white baracade block and behind it a huge barbed wire topped fence, and behind the fence the street continued but everything on the other side was dark and silent. Somehow it seemed to me in the dream that it was like that because something had happened that had separated the city on my side from the city on the other side, and being that this is one of my dreams and therefore certain things tend to be constants, I was able to fly (albeit not so well - hate that) and I went over the fence.

On the other side it was empty and quiet, but after about 100 feet in I came to an area I recognized, because at some point my own family had lived here before whatever happened to cause the separation. I had several moments of reminiscing and looking at the building before I went on. After about another 100 feet, I saw people. They also saw me, and it caused quite a stir! They knew immediately that I was "new" and there just wasn't ever anyone new. At first I was able to talk to a little child and I told them I used to live here and tried to ask about the people on their side and the child was friendly. Perhaps because they could see that I wasn't a violent psychopath and hadn't tried to hurt the little boy, the other people were willing to let me talk to them despite the unfriendly glares. All around were signs of a dying place. They were down to the last of the last of the food. The people were poor and had very little, and in their mindset, had no way to get more, even though there was a thriving community on the other side of the barbed wire. It was like we didn't exist to them and they didn't exist for us. Finally, I told them there wasn't any reason for them to be separated from us. If they would just push down the fence and take away the ban on that area they would have complete access to everything they needed. I led one of them over to the front and there was an old style phone there. One by one I went through the phone numbers calling places that used to do business with this side of the fence and each one was very surprised to see the old numbers popping up on their caller id. They were quite happy to fill orders for different supplies. Then this dark side of the city started to "wake up". I say dark because even though it was day on my side, here it was physically dark. Literally dark and murky. Cars came back out on the streets. People came out looking like they might be going to work or normal daily activities, and I flew back over to my side of the fence knowing that it was going to be torn down and wondering how everyone was going to react to the sudden reintegration of an entire part of our people that had been estranged.

Then the dream switched to an entiredly different place. I was in a place that for some reason that seemed to have meaning in the dream, was like (or was) the place from C.S. Lewis's "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe" called Cair Paravel. There was the peninsula jutting out and the sea, and over the sea was a great dragon. In 25 years this is the first time I've dreamed of a dragon. Strange things, yes. Dragons, no. It was a gigantically huge creature flying over the water and breathing out not just fire but a variety of 'attacks'. It could breath fire, frogs, and a sort of spiritual (pale colored stacked circular in manifestation) attack. It was just I and the dragon alone, and while I was doing a lot better flying now, I still wasn't doing that well. I had a sword in my hand and I was trying to kill or wound the dragon in any way I could. I was protected from all of the attacks of the dragon by the sword I was holding, because even when I could not get close to strike at it, whatever it breathed at me was turned to nothing when it came to the sword. I would put it in front of me for protection when I was being attacked. Sometimes the dragon would begin to succeed and we would end up just over the land and it would be burning and destroying things in the fight, but then somehow I would be able to get it back away over the water. Eventually I was able to wound the dragon but I don't know what it's fate was, because the dream shifted again. My flying was really quite good by the end of all that.

Then I was in my own home with my family and there were some friends, who upon waking I can say that are not people I actually know, there with us in the kitchen. I was telling my mother and the other woman in the kitchen about this dragon. My mother was very cynical about it until I told her where it had come from, and then she got very excited and upset and demanded to know anything I knew. The dragon had come from Jerusalem, from IN the wall of the Temple Mount. It had risen up from the bricks destroying both the wall remaining and part of the area on top where the mosque is. The people standing there, both Arab and Jew, were astonished to say the least! They were so astonished they did not have time or the presence of mind to do anything to each other but only to gawk in terror at the dragon. It was after this that the dragon had gone to Cair Paravel and I was trying to kill it with the sword. What is unclear is if in the dream it actually happened or if it was a dream within a dream that I was relaying to my mother. Either way, she asked repeatedly, "Do you know any more?!" And asking me if I understood what the dragon was, and saying that it was very important and significant.