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For whatever reason, when I dream futuristic and vivid, it occurs around 4:44 am. Either I wake up and happen to look at the clock, and it’s THAT time, and I fall asleep again and dream, or I dream and wake up just after 4:44 am. With this dream, I awoke at just a little after 5:00 am. It was as if I was there and it was as life-like as it could be, with details as vivid in only a few other dreams. I do not know the meaning of the time-frame for these dreams (meaning 4:44 am) but it seems to have significance.
As in most dreams, beside seeing and experiencing events, I sense things beyond the seeing and events
THE DREAM–APRIL 13, 2005
(IT IS 5:10 AM. I AM WRITING THIS WHILE IT IS STILL FRESH IN MY MIND)
I and the whole world were watching the news: Something was approaching Earth from deep space and would affect the Earth in ways unknown, but increasingly devastating. For weeks everyone was glued to their TVs every chance they could get (it was reminiscent of watching the first Iraq war on CNN).
Commentators on almost every talk show, all hours of the day and night, had experts detailing what they thought we could expect. It was a “given” that the world already knew it was coming and there was no attempt to hide the fact that something as big as a planet, bigger than Earth (a celestial body) was entering Earth’s atmosphere along with other “globes.”
Commentators had scientists on their shows. At first the scientists used charts showing three orbs and how they were moving and would align to each other and Earth. Within days they had animations of how these orbs would possibly affect the Earth. No one knew exactly what would happen. Shortly thereafter, everyone who looked into the sky could see them. They were huge.
The scientist said that at first there would be minor affects, comparatively, but that the overall affect would get increasingly get deadly, until at last it might harm most life on Earth.
What was most amazing is that where I was people took it in stride. There were no riots, looting, etc. Though there was grave concern, it was as if people understood, but yet went on with their lives and were actually becoming friendlier and acted more kindly towards their family, friends and neighbors. There was an amiable peace among almost everyone.
Then one day, as the world watched the skies, the power went out. Nothing electrical worked. Every appliance, including Television, computers (the internet) radio–all communication–and every vehicle (motorcycles, cars, trucks, buses and planes) ceased to operate. No matter what people did, they could not get their cars to start and run. It was a total power failure, except, after a several days some cell phone service started to work again, though undependable. People would have no-service, but then would try again, and though it was very poor quality, sometimes they would work for a minute or two and then fail. It became common to ask, “So does yours work?”
As soon as people realized the power outage was not going to end any time soon (it was their hope it would be restored at any moment) they became concerned about family and friends living away from them. No one knew for sure what was going on in any part of their city, county, state, nation or world (there was no CB, shortwave or any other form of “electric” communication). It was then that towns bordering freeways (and even back country roads) became highways of foot-traffic. People were literally walking hundreds of miles to get to their families. Me included.
For whatever reason, when the power went out, I was in a strange town away from home, but among people I knew, and my wife was in a distant city, and I did not know if she was ok. So I hit the highway.
(What was strange, though perhaps not, was that the kids, teenagers on down, were pretty much happy and excited over what had happened. They not only took things in stride, but it was as if this was an extension of summer vacation from school–as if they had a new purpose for living).
I was in a small town going to the bathroom when a lady with a baby walked in, and it did not seem out of the ordinary for that to happen. She began to change her baby. I looked at her somewhat quizzically, but she just smiled and said, “I just traded a soda pop for some diapers. Sorry, ha.”
Money became absolutely worthless the longer the power was out. The method of commerce became goods only. Nothing was exchanged except for things of actual usable value. Those with canned goods, faired best (non-perishables). With a can of peaches you could buy almost anything else. Tuna, canned meats, fruits, especially jams and jellies, were gold. Tobacco, coffee, sugar, where silver. It wasn’t very long before beer, liquor, etc., were gone, and they were not valued highly at all.
Again, as strange as it sounds, people were friendly and helpful. I saw and experienced no violence. The atmosphere, were I was, was that this was a great adventure, and while it lasts, enjoy it, and they did.
(Perhaps having all things electric, fail, would indeed stop the mass-madness in the world, stop those in power from bringing their plans to frustration).
And, whatever our future is, having non-perishable food supplies and things needed to “be out doors” would seem prudent, considering world events.
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