>>2322668

I will be attempting to project certain dreams into the dreamspace over the next few weeks. Prior to these efforts, I have put these projections into a Unix text file and encrypted it. Sometime in August I will release the key, and anyone can decrypt the following:

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>>2322679

Will you admit is it bullshit if no one can solve?

>>2322758

I wouldn't need to admit it's bullshit, I'd just post the key and everyone can draw their own conclusions.

>>2322762

>>2322758

But to answer your question, sure, I would.

>>2322679

There is no "space". It is all an illusion based on conscious energy and takes up only quantum spacetime.

Why can't you go anywhere you want in your dreams.

Try switching to another specific location while in a dream state.

Can't control that while in the dream?

No control?

Strange you have no "free will" there.

Maybe bad theory?

>>2322796

It might have seemed like a good idea, but seem you didn't really consider it very much.

You think someone else might have tried that in the last 1,000 years or so?

I know they all kept is as a secret, and hid it from you.

You COULD believe that, but would you?

Or would you consider they might be a simpler answer - that is was a bogus theory to start.

It becomes a secret conspiracy if it fails.

How convenient - you could continue to believe, and fault some cabal for your "failure"

Not your fault -→ they hid it

Bad way to go through life

I've remembered at least some of nearly every night's sleep or nap over the last few months. A few times they've felt like memories rather than dreams but they obviously weren't (like one dream where I found out there was a group similar to Jackass but instead they did porn tier lewd shit in public, and I was scouring the internet for clips of a girl that went from crew to cast member).

I posted this one for a dream interpreter's thoughts a little while back from a nap I had which stuck in my head because of the weird symbolism:

I had to go to work and my car wasn't going or something so I was hitchhiking. A car stopped and I recognized the driver because he had picked me up yesterday also. He was asian and maybe around his 30's. I got in the passenger seat and he was in the seat behind me. The car was driven like a boat with an outboard motor. As we drove along a highway, I felt uncomfortable because I was directly in front of his view of the road and I ended up crouching down onto the floor.

We stopped at a gas station and both went inside. As I was looking at the products on a shelf, I heard the driver talking to the clerk. He asked if an item in his hand had much sugar in it. The clerk laughed at him causing the driver to drop it and run off into the aisles. I looked down and he had been holding a tin of spam or jerky or something. I followed the driver and found him looking at a shelf full of sweets freaking out and muttering to himself. I asked him what was wrong and he complained that they all contain too much sugar and he can't have it. I calmed him and told him he can have some as long as it is in moderation.

>>2322985

That is what we normies call "imagination". You created it, it IS real, but only withing your head, your imagination,

Most would belive is was a message from you sub-conscious "talking to your conscious self.

No other palce or other entity, but you elevating something buried in your sub-conscious trying to tell you something - a message.

They are usually very abstract and very rarely seem like real scenes when you recall them, so if there is a self-to-self message there you might have to figure out what is means and why you dreamed it.

Some gifted people are able to help you to evaluate them, but there are many more that are charlatans, telling you crap for cash.

Once you realize it is a natural occurrence everyone hasyou can begin to put it into perspective.

No one knows how and why is actually works but lots want to "tell you….for a fee. Sometimes doctors and charlatans are difficult to separate, but neither can afford to say "I don't really know" since know one would pay for that.

I suggest more science and less science fiction (except purely for entertainment and speculative thinking). The risk is thinking scientist fiction are really "secret messages" about "hidden things".

Once you start asking WHY, don't stop until you have a solid, credible conclusion to guide you.

Imagination is fun, but overuse leads to bad results.

Otherwise , why not just go through life stoned & happy.

You won't find many people that can make that work over 10,20,30,40 years. Those are the guys you find sleeping in alleys, with a bottle of cheap wine, or a hypodermic needle.

Remember that quiet, reflective scene from the movie "Deep Impact" where the background sky features not only the sun, but that other big, glowing object?

I dreamt that 10 years before the movie and still remember how shaken to the core I was on waking up.

Here's another one, this one a little more fun. I dreamt it just last night.

I dreamt that I was present at a funeral (my own), and was then placed inside a coffin, and set off to the side somewhere, but not buried (probably for viewing? Who knows, it's a dream).

I awoke (in the coffin) as if from fitful night's sleep, concerned that I was not actually dead. I was astounded to realize that part of the coffin cover was open. I could see the beautiful blue sky and a twisted pine tree nearby.

I was troubled. How could I manage in this coffin if I wasn't going to be dead here? Other people were expecting me to be dead. Some even expressed aggravation that I was not doing what I should be doing – being dead.

Gradually the in-coffin perspective expanded to include other people who were also awake but were supposed to be dead. We were all discussing what we should do. There was even a young boy there who was practicing to be a baseball pitcher. I encouraged him as he was all dressed in his uniform and throwing practice pitches at a target, while cheering himself on about collecting a bunch of "dead Yankees".

There was a lady who had cancer with us, who knew she was going to die. She clung on to me.

All of us not-dead-but-awake people formed a sort of camaraderie in this way, united by our situations and our mutual awareness. That expanded-coffin-room-world was somehow separate (set aside) from the world where the people who were mad at us were, who were gathered for our funerals – a cathedral-like place.

So there we were – us, and them. Despite our troubling situation, we were somehow content to know we were really alive. The other people, the ones gathered for our funerals, were disturbed, lacked peace, or, for lack of a better description, seemed to be "weeping and gnashing teeth." That is, they seemed as a gathering of very upset, unappeasable, unhappy people (despite being very sophisticated) who could not reconcile themselves to the fact of our lives.

Than I woke up for real.

I am a lucid dreamer. Always have been, love to go to sleep, my dreams are a playground. It is extremely rare that I have ever had nightmares.

If you are here on this thread then you probably know the meaning of a lucid dream. They are extremely vivid, Technicolor and an ambient light that is surreal. You are also able to question what you see, recognize absurdity and somewhat redirect the dream. Upon awakening, you have a strong recollection of the dream.

I had been following the chans and Q daily since October and intermittently before that. Sometime in late November 2017, I had an unusual lucid dream. This one was a nightmare and was a layered dream – think the movie “Inception”.

The dream - I was lying in a bed facing a long pale curtained window. The room had the appearance of a standard motel room. I was falling asleep in this bed. I then began to see my dreamer’s dream as I switched to the deeper level.

My dreamer’s dreamer was standing on a hillside looking down about 15 feet to view a curved packed dirt cobbled road that was rimmed by a 3 foot stone embankment on one side. Beyond the embankment was some type of green foliage. The road curved upward starting on the right side from a group of homes, like townhouses, but resembled those seen in 3rd world countries. It had a European feel to it. The road just below me was without any houses and then curved steeply upward to the right and at the top of the hill another grouping of houses could be seen before the road disappeared from my view.

Brown skinned children were playing and laughing as they were running before me up the hill. Suddenly a blue violet light beam came down from above and struck the road. The children were gone. I began screaming, “No, No, don’t take the children!” I kept screaming this over and over as I emerged from that deeper layer of sleep to the dreamer in the motel room who was also screaming the same, “No, No, don’t take the children!”

I then became more aware that I was lying in my own bed and I too was screaming, “No, No, don’t take the children!” Although as I awoke from this lucid dream, I realized I was uttering more of a mutter than actual scream.

This layered, nightmarish lucid dream has stayed with me as a reminder of why we are collectively here, to protect that which is most precious to us all and our future.

>>2323514

Just one more thing about this: A couple of years ago, I'd reading a history of apocalyptic prophecies by Catholic saints. In those, there is a lot of chatter about what can only be described as an asteroid or a comet. Curious about those (I knew nothing about them at the time), I did some searching and decided to entertain myself with the movie "Deep Impact."

Until the moment I saw that shot in the movie, I'd forgotten completely about the dream (now almost 30 years old). But the instant I did, I thought, "Holy shit! THAT'S my dream!" And all over again it was made as real to me as it was the morning I awoke from it.

Had a dream last week where I was called as a witness in the grandest courtroom I've ever seen. Not gawdy very austere but man there were thousads of people watching the trial. The defendant who was also sitting next to me for some reason (we faced the audience) was female had moccah colored skins and solid lime green eyes, no pupils. I was called up and accused her of being a luciferian, audience didn't believe but I showed them the horns and bull sign and they understood. The defendant was shocked a knew but still smug as duck and during a court recess ran/lured me out of the building with promises of fun & games. I dunno how it all turned out

>>2323628

I saw your post here, and it correlates with a dream that I had years ago.

In the dream, my daughter (who was around 5 or 6 years old at the time), and I were in a prison cell in Israel. The Apostle Paul appeared on the outside of the cell, and suddenly, I was on the outside with him, looking in at my daughter who was still in the prison cell.

He said to me 'they have already given it to you', I asked him 'what have they given us?', he said it again, 'they have already given it to you', so I asked again 'what have they given us?' He answered 'something to make it appear as though you are dead, when you are not'. Then I woke up.

Dreamanon

>Try switching to another specific location while in a dream state.

>Can't control that while in the dream?

Really easy to control actually. Heard of Lucid Dreaming?

Some people can 'fly' in dreams. For me, I fly in most dreams like most people would walk. If walking is to flying, then flying, in my case, is to teleporting.

I've gotten teleportation in dreams down so precise I can now point a finger, and not only do I get a dotted white line to assist in accuracy, but I teleport to that exact spot (walls/obstacles even go transparent so I can see through them).

Previously when I teleported in dreams (without any targeting), I merely ended up in random locations, both in time and space.

I also regularly use telekinesis in dreams. In-fact, telekinesis for me in a dream is far easier than flying. An off-shoot is pyrokinesis - the ability to move fire.

And to top it off, I always have an array of gadgets in every dream, ranging from automatic self-driving cars that can attack hostiles, to a futuristic sidearm that can call in an orbital bombardment from my spaceship in low orbit. And yes, said spaceship has teleporters - it's how I figured teleportation in dreams was possible.

And just to back up the OP's case, I've been told on at least four separate occasions I've turned up in someone's dream (and they, mine), because a self-teleporting guy with an array of gadgets including orbital bombardment does kind of stick out like a sore thumb in the dream realm.

Note: this is really underselling it, too.

I only vaguely recall my last dream, but for some reason I feel like it's pertinent to OP's request (note, sequences are completely out of order as it's fragments):

I was in an open area, like a mixture of park and city scape (almost with an inception vibe of buildings moving apart, closing in together, although for me this is highly unusual in a dream).

Two FBI agents were in hot pursuit of me (both male agents), and I was carrying the Mark 43 (it's the futuristic pistol: there's different versions). I could have turned and disintegrated them as that's one of the primary firing modes of the m43, but I knew how to navigate the dreamspace better than they did, and I'm disinclined to kill things.

I was between two buildings, looked like New York style apartments complete with fire escape ladders on the outside. Like a monkey, I leap and swung from each section effortlessly, as if I had been doing it for years, crossed into the other side as the agents decided to retreat and approach the other building from the ground floor and make sure it was surrounded on all sides.

For me, it was all just one, giant, fun game of 'catch the monkey'. I leapt up the delapidated stairwell that looked like it had junkies, used/stained mattresses and paint peeling off the wall. People were spooked by the fact I was climbing up the stairwell with rapid pace, some noticed the m43 and thought it was a conventional pistol and thought I was some gunman.

Agents could be heard clambering up the flight of stairs, but unfortunately for me, the top flight didn't lead to the roof like I had hoped, the windows were sealed shut, and only some innocent person's apartment remained. I was trapped, or so it was thought.

The two FBI agents ran into and ruffled the drug user on the stairwell 'did you see someone running up these stairs?', the user could only point. It was at this point the agents, much to their dismay, saw me sliding down the very middle of the stairwell - in the open space between the stairs.

'He's going back down to the groundfloor, stop him!' yelled the agent to others outside over the earpiece, frantic clambering had ensued. I had no plans of going to the ground floor, bound to be surrounded by agents and cars, instead I re-exited through the stairwell fire exit I had come in from, and climbing up to the roof, I swung over to a casino.

I ran through, again, as though a monkey, with arms grabbing at the bar counter's desk and scattering coins everywhere. People tripped over and tried to frantically get their casino chips back as the agents came in, only to be thwarted by a scene of absolute chaos.

Outside, a circus, and a long flag pole but with no flag. I used the flag pole to climb and start flying, at which point the agents followed outside, and looking at me flying away, said 'we've lost him … he's flying away again!'.

I waved goodbye as I hovered further upwards, satisfied I didn't have to shoot them with the m43 and wasn't caught. They could be described as looking like Agent Thompson from the matrix, but not quite.

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Dream is incredibly unusual because both the continuously changing scenery and my own behaviours are extremely out of character (for example, I would have normally relied on a gadget or a talent or even calling in support, rather than extreme parkour, to escape).

Had a good one, which let me know I'm either totally 'wired in' or have been spending waaaay too much time here.

I was in a large, fancy building and opened a door to the outside. President Trump is standing there! Wow! I know he is scheduled for an appearance so I stick out my hand and say, "I know you are busy but I just want to say thank you!" He shook my hand and gave a grin and self-depreciating shrug but continued to stand there. What to do? I invited him in.

He had just set down when we heard a commotion outside. Stepping out onto the veranda we could see people pointing and alarmed about something. I could see what looked like a dark tower of some weird compacted stuff. It turned into a tornado and POTUS took off across the lawn to a group of people where Melania was. I ran for the car on the far side of the building, thinking to drive off at a right angle to the storm.

On the way out, I ran into a room full of kids! omg… have to get them out was my only thought, but there was no time. It was hitting the building. A wall began to collapse inward as we all stood there watching. It wasn't tornado though, it was that dark thing.

As it pushed into the room, a little girl put up her hands and calmly stated, "I go no farther." You could feel the energy, her determination and that darkness stopped. Caught up in her power, I pointed at the mass with both hands and said, "You Must go Back." and it began to move away!

I told the kids that adults usually forget they are capable of doing this stuff and to be sure to remember this when they get older.

Yep. Nice adventure with a moral even, but waaaay too much time surfing the chans! lol

>>2334280

The dream that you had, where you and the little girl held up your hands to rebuke the demon, this is similar to a dream that I had last year-

In the dream, I went into my oldest daughter's bedroom to check on her. My middle daughter was asleep in the bed with her. I checked on the girls and I started to leave the room, but as I attempted to walk out of the bedroom, I was thrown back into the room. I couldn't exit through the door, it was as though something was blocking the doorway leading out of her bedroom.

I stood at the bedroom door, looking into the hallway. The atmosphere had changed in the hallway. It looked like water in the air, or the heat that comes off of the pavement on a hot day. I knew instantly a demon was there, in the hallway. I couldn't see the demon, but I could hear it. The demon was making a loud sound. It sounded like buzzing, or like a neon light that is about to burn out.

I started to pray, I said 'in the name of Jesus Christ I rebuke you'. When I said those words, I was thrown, and landed on the bedroom floor. I realized that I said the words wrong, so I stood up and said 'the Lord Jesus Christ rebuke you'. But again, I was thrown on the floor. I realized the demon was very powerful, and I thought to myself that it needed to be sent to hell, so it wouldn't come back. So I held both of my hands up, towards the demon and said 'the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit rebuke you to hell'. When I said those words, the demon instantly left, it was gone. I was able to leave the room once the demon was no longer there. I thought that I needed to go and check on my youngest daughter, who was asleep downstairs.I walked out of the bedroom, then I woke up.

Dreamanon

I strongly recommend that Anons start keeping a dream journal. It wasn't until I started one last year that realized that I had prescient dreams. I've had several dreams now that suddenly became very relevant to my life four or five days after I had them. I didn't realize this was happening until I started writing everything down.

I had a few changes to my dreams starting around May-June 2018. Around this time, I started having long, very detailed and vivid dreams. I also started having more "cinematic" dreams where it feels like I'm watching a movie and am not actually part of the action. The cinematic dreams usually involve watching some sort of war between the white hats and black hats.

The most notable "Q-related" dream I had was on April 28th. I dreamed I went to a funeral with POTUS and his family. On April 29, Q posted "Operators have died." I don't believe this is coincidence.

>>2335831

I keep a dream diary on my forum, although I cherry pick what I post.

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My dreaming habits last night were off the wall. Never seen anything like it. I basically jumped from one scene of events to another, like one watching a slide show of random photographs as they change every few seconds.

I saw various parts of the plan, of other people's plans, how we're on the verge of winning, how ideas I had proposed were helping to completely turn the tide of the war.

I was shown some sort of plan involving Q, but I understood it needed to be kept secret, and for the first time in my living history that dream got explicitly wiped. I was shocked, I've never seen a dream *wiped* before.

But I saw another plan, one I was given to share: that the Russians had the dirt on various celebrities, politicians, organisations, of people who had committed pedophilia, that they had obtained everything, and was going to use the pedophilia dirt - like I had suggested time ago - to bring down the corruption from within by blackmailing people into exposing other corrupt people.

It was the most massive operation you could imagine. I saw insurance files, one that looked like it belonged to Julian Assange, and a blip of some red dot in, I think, Washington state or Oregon (the map wasn't zoomed in and the dot seemed 'approximate).

I could feel the sense of the tide turning against darkness. Weakness after weakness being exploited. I had never seen such a massive and coordinated operation before.

I was shown this so I could know it was succeeding, that ideas and plans I had suggested and set in motion years ago were coming into fruition.

I saw hundreds of other real life events, but they flashed by so fast, and the numerous topic changes overwhelmed even my capacity to remember dreams. One was of Donald Trump shaking a little girl's hand in what looked like a sepia-toned photograph (appeared to be from his current presidential run?).

Other images showed Qanons and anons running and conducting their own operations, with successful initial engagement. People behind computer screens in dark rooms, preparing a night long engagement against various targets.

Some images flashed by so quickly they lasted half a second or less. At one point it was so fast and too fast involving everything that was going on that I woke up with my brain completely overloaded. A massive movement involving thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands, of individual operations, actions, engagements by so many people.

In waking up, I felt stunned, not only because I never had any dream like that before, but the sheer amount of data that tried to load itself into my brain, the sheer number of people working together for a common cause. Any doubts of actions underway were evaporated in a sea of overwhelming change.

I have, in my entire life, never seen or dreamt anything like this. It was so fast I didn't even get a chance to interact or truly react.

had a dream we were going the ascension in Bermuda….

I had the following dream back in February of this year having no clue what it meant at the time. It is a short and simple dream, but as you read it you will see it is very straight forward. This dream was extremely intense and vivid.

I was looking down on earth from space staring directly at North America. Across the continent was a very Beautiful Sword. It stretched from Alaska, through Canada, through the rest of the USA, and all the way into Mexico. The handle was in Alaska, while the blade ran through the rest of the continent.

However this sword at the time was not completed, but I knew it would be completed in a few short months. When I looked at the sword I felt huge amounts of awe, joy, love, and peace. Also the sword was kinda pixelated in the area that it was not completed, which was on the right edge near the tip. It seemed like the sword was made of square crystals. Even though the sword appeared pixelated, it was still very defined. It was beautiful and seemed to radiate every colour known.

Then I woke up not knowing what the dream meant exactly. Reading scripture I knew that swords are always a bad thing. Over the past few months I realised that this sword was a good sword that will wipe out evil. I had never thought of or heard of a beautiful sword that God would send to wipe out evil. If my dream is true this sword wont just clear out the US, but all of NA.

>>2335879

I don't either

I think you made that up for attention

>>2335925

Tha was truly a rivetting story

I suggest you save it for your autobiography:

Dreams from My Space Lady

>>2344396

Try to avoid spicy foods before bedtime

I'm not sure why this is useful information for us, although it might have been trans formative for you

Or just some bad chili

>>2348162

It is a recurring dream.

Check with David Wilcock for the current re-schedule

I'm not having too many dreams this past few months but I've been barraged with recurring or unusual number patterns, what many call synchronicity.

Last night as I was getting ready for bed and going through my usual routine, I rolled into the fart sack and turned to kill the light. I casually looked at the digital clock radio and it said 11:44(PM) - I then looked at the 4 station weather center which gives me 4 (base is 1 station) read 77.7 on the outside gauge.

A few weeks ago I had an interesting thing happen. I use an old cell phone as an alarm since there is no guarantee that the station I set it to might not even be broadcasting in the early AM. I powered the cell phone up and checked the time against the digital clock since it's always kept good time. I had just came from the kitchen not more than 10 seconds ago, and I glanced at the stove's clock as I was heading for the bedroom, 10:29(PM). The clock radio showed 10:41, hmm. OK, it's off by 11-12 minutes, or the kitchen stove clock might be wrong, but the cell phone would be dead on, right? Wrong! It showed 10:42, perhaps half a minute or so faster than the clock radio display.

Hmm, has to be the kitchen stove clock, so I go out to the living room where the iPhone is always left when I go to bed, which reads the same as the kitchen clock, 10:30. After resetting the time on the old cell phone, which reads the local cell tower for keeping time, and the clock radio, set the alarm on the old cell phone, I bailed into bed for the night. I was laying on my right side, the clock radio and cell phone behind me, somewhat lost in thoughts about stuff I've read on these boards, trying to sort out fact from fiction. Anyway, I get un-comfy and roll over to a clock radio blaring 11:11(pm) in 3" high numbers, at me! Whoa, WTF is this? As I was thinking about the connections and whatnot I drifted off for a bit, and woke exactly one hour later - 12:11(am

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Cont. From Above

The universe has many ways of talking to us, we need do nothing but listen. As humans we do too much talking. 30 years ago I might puzzle over this or that about life in general with questions. When I finally learned shut up and listen after pitching the question, I discovered a 'voice', my own, but not completely my own. That voice had always been there. Once I started listening after asking the question the answer was always immediate, and always had the right answer. I know it intuitively when I hear it.

This has been some heavy shit for me, I'm 70yo, and the world as I've known it has changed before me this past few years. For about the last 10 years I had that feeling that a trap was closing in on America, and the whole world, and that I was going to just do what everyone else was doing, pretty much nothing as the trap snapped. How curious is that?

That feeling left me the night DJT was elected. I sat there and cried, a 68yo man, bawling like a baby. You know why? Because divine interference happened that night. I asked God (Universe, Universal Mind, Guardian Angels, etc etc), did you do this? Yes came the unusually clear and immediate reply, but not just a 'yes', but a voice that said get off your ass and go help. Not in so many words, more of a feeling. I urge each of you to stop and listen for that small quiet voice in your head, we all have access to it, you just need to find the right 'channel'. You'll know when you've found it.

So, here I am, ready to serve where I may. I may not be a frequent poster, I don't want to get in the way. For now I'll be cheering (silently, mostly) you anons on, with an occasional post when I can give something relevant. I admire all of you anons, but especially those that are doing the daily baking. Hard task methinks, but we have capable bakers, and those that are tracking down Qs crumbs are dong a wonderful job too.

I've always had a gut feeling that something wasn't quite right with the way we've allowed our politicians to run amuck the way they have. I chalked it up to simple corruption, and let it be. But know more. I've ran a lot of info through my head this past year, starting with the meganon stuff, then found this place.

I've managed to begin the red-pilling of a few of those around me. Some of my family members don't follow what is going on in the world today, and don't care to know. One of my golfing buddies has started perusing what is going on here. I started on him back in Feb, he's at the point where he has a WWG1WGA hat! Hasn't posted here AFAIK. Anyway, theres another thread around here on red-pilling.

I feel like I'm home, in a way.

I'd sure like to have the trust in Sessions that Q does. This has been one of my main qualms on what Trump is doing. He should also fire RR for cause. He hired him, he can fire him. Sessions could rescind his recusal and set things right, fire Mueller. Some here have speculated that Mueller is a white had. That he is secretly investigating HRC. Not I. But let me be surprised! It would be a delicious turn of the worm on the C. family.

I was taking a nap earlier, and I had a few dreams. Several different people spoke to me in the dreams

In the 1st dream, I heard the 1st person say 'Gorce (or Goince) have no struggle, no soul, no humanity'.

In the 2nd dream, I heard the 2nd person say 'They have no boundaries, they make ANTIFA look tame', then he said 'I published this on the Hope Forum'.

In the 3rd dream, the 3rd person said 'Since their evil intent has been made known to us'.

In the 4th dream, the 4th person said 'The last days', then I saw either an article or a book online, and the title was 'Silent Propaganda'.

In the 5th dream, the 5th person said 'The bull had to grow up fast, to maintain it's identity'.

These were all in 5 separate dreams, that happened in a short period in which I was asleep. My cat woke me in between each dream, by sniffing my face. Each time I woke up, and fell back asleep, I dreamt of different person, listed above.

Dreamanon

One summer I two recurring nightmares.

The first recurring nightmare was of jets/ships in the earth's satellite orbit firing on each other. I thought it was ridiculous but soon realized it could actually happen in my lifetime.

The second was much more disturbing. I was walking downtown in my hometown(at least I thought it was my hometown) and I heard the very loud roar of a jet approaching at low altitude. In an instant it crashed into a tall building and as the rubble was about to fall on me I'd wake up.

The summer was 2001.

>>2349207

Didn't come here for advice, thanks.

Can someone explain the difference between Lucid Dreaming and Astral Projection?

As a kid I remember having vivid dreams. Now I have 1-3 dreams a year and only remember about 15-30 seconds of the dream.

I've tried APing but my gf has nightmares every time I try. It's weird.

I've tried APing and not telling her, ask casually about how her sleep was. Nightmareish. Every time.

What's this all about? Are some individuals not meant to AP or LD?

So my dream was about 2/3 years ago. it was very vivid and real. I was on a vacation with my best friend, my daughter and grandson. We dropped our things off at the hotel room and my friend pointed out the window that we needed to cross the empty field in order to go to where all the shops were. We crawled through the chain link fence and spent our day looking around. We went into this metaphysical store and my friend said she was tired and wanted to go back to the room . I told her we'd catch up and that I'd call her when we were headed back. It was starting to get dark and I told my daughter we needed to get back. This girl had to help us get across the field again and this time there was a man on a motorcycle riding up and down the field. We needed to cross when he was at the other end without him seeing us. The girl that was helping us across the field got a phone call. I thought to myself I forgot to call my friend! I heard her say "yes she is here can I ask who is calling? I thought great it's my friend! She handed me her phone and it was my father. (my father died like a year or two before this dream) I was in shock and I knew not to speak cause my dad was calling me with a message cause he was dead. I kept telling myself don't talk, don't wake up, don't talk, don't wake up! The only thing I heard my father tell me (cause I was too busy telling myself not to talk and wake up from my dream) was that "At 6:25pm your world as you know it is going to change." I immediately woke up from my dream and I asked myself was it am or pm? I'm pretty sure he said pm. Now Q has posted "the world is about to change." I'm hoping my father was trying to tell me of Q's message.

>>2363244

This morning I dreamt that I was riding something like a moped in a city. The traffic was stopped, all over the city. People were in their vehicles, just waiting.I saw some people that I knew, who were also waiting (like my mother)

I drove the moped in between the vehicles that were stopped on the roads. I had a camera, and I was on a mission to take photos of the city, and of rock bands that had influenced society, in a bad way. I was to take photos of the bands first (they were on all corners of the city, playing their music- different bands) and then I was to photo the city.

As I was driving this little moped through the city, trying to take photos, the lense on my camera became extremely blurry, I couldn't see through the camera to get clear pictures.

As I was looking at the blurry camera shot, I heard someone say 'If one Church will teach this to our daughters, they will all follow'.

I don't know what it was that was to be taught though.

Dreamanon

>>2323514

Try dreaming that you're been lifted into the air by bright white light, after knowing something was falling from the sky in the distance.

I was 7.

These days I dream mostly of hallways, amusement parks that are either empty and just not right, or something is just off. Lots of weird crap about water, mainly under, as I have a thing about falling into water. A round elevator, and scenes tend to move from location to location in ways that make no sense but it never bothers me.

Pretty sure if I had pasts lives though, if that is a thing, I know where and when. But I also know I wasn't scared. I wasn't confused. In fact it was really nice, even as a kid. Which in itself is creepy. I've come pretty close to kicking it a number of times though.

Who knows.

Might browse through these sometime if not just to get a glimpse of how the other Autist minds around here are tapping in to everything lately.

>>2383100

Lucid Dreaming = being awake inside yourself(conscios, uncouncious both active)

Astral Projection = theoretically, projecting your conciousness outside your body while asleep, in the real world.

>>2383100

>>2453133

On Dec. 18, 2017, I had this this dream-

In the dream, I was at like an amusement park. I was staying at a cabin at this park (a really nice cabin). I heard an alarm going off, so I left the cabin to see what it was. My cabin was right next to a water ride. I walked up a sidewalk ramp that was next to the water ride, (the ride was like air rafts on water) and as I walked up this ramp, I looked down, and there were maggots and bugs with pinchers on the ground (under a deflated raft) and I had to step over them to get to where I was going. A young man pulled up to the dock area, he was driving one of the air boats and told me he would give me a ride. So my oldest daughter and I got in the ride. As we were in this air raft boat, the man said 'my dad was so excited when I got this job. No one told me that it would kill, but I mean, it's going to kill people'. Then he said 'I'm sorry, it's destiny'.

Dreamanon

>>2453264

Yes and yes.

At least, my mind says yes.

I've been describing dreams like this since early childhood so thankfully I can guarantee this is no new trend.

Whether it's in our heads or not, of course.

However, how amazing that it's in so many of our minds, the idea of it at least.

>>2453436

Those moments you wake up and wonder what in your 'reality' could have conjured you to dream such a thing. I've always had dreams pertaining to water but I did spend years on an island as a wee one. I dunno. Between water and places that look freshly abandoned.

>>2453436

Back in 2006 or 2007, I dreamt that I was at a large Church. On one side of the Church, Bishop G E Patterson was preaching, and on the other side, Pastor D James Kennedy was preaching. The Church was divided by a wall, right down the center, with the Bishop Patterson preaching on the left side, and Kennedy preaching on the right side of the Church (the Church was also divided by race- with the white folks on one side, the black folks on the other). I listened to both preachers preach, and I realized Bishop Patterson was teaching his congregation wrong.

After that, the front doors of the Church flew open, my mother in law was standing in the doorway and she was crying. She said that a whirlwind had come and taken my daughter away (my daughter was only around 5 yrs. old at the time). I then had a vision in the dream, I saw my daughter and she was alone, on a large piece of land, and the land was surrounded by woods and trees.The land was nice and green, it was beautiful, but she was alone on the land. I started crying, I fell to my knees and cried out to GOD and said, 'GOD, why would you do this to me, what will she eat? What will she drink?' I then heard the Lord say 'Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the Mouth of GOD'. I was comforted at that and I walked into the next room, this room was dark, the light from the door being cracked open was the only light in the room. There was a pulpit, but no preacher. I saw a line of people, the line was all the way down the center isle, which lead up to the pulpit, and the people were lined up looking for their lost love ones. A young man came up to me and told me not to worry about my daughter, and he said that he had been looking for his lost sister.

That's all I remember from the dream.

Dreamanon

I posted about this before. To recap, a couple days before the end of Q's recent hiatus, I dreamed seeing a post with Q's trip that simply said "Q is dead." I woke up immediately after.

>>2454146

It was a dream that brought me to 8chan. On Jan. 23, I had this dream-

In the dream, I was standing in my closet talking to a young man. The man was dressed in all black, and he was wearing a black toboggan. There were white words and white letters (like alphabet letters) falling from above us, so there were white letters and words all around us, in the air. The man was scared, he said to me 'I don't know what to do'. I replied to him 'relax, it's only words'.

After I had this dream, one day I was on Youtube watching videos. A recommended video came up that was about a Q post, in the post, Q said 'You didn’t think this was simply about words did you? '

After I saw this post from Q, and saw that it was posted the same day that I had the dream, I decided to come here and see what Q was all about.

Dreamanon

>>2454047

Cut out the bong-before-bedtime

>>2454470

What did he look like in the video?

How did you know it was the real Q

>>2335925

This sounds to me like a download given to you by a being…

I've read this was now common place from many different sources.

Reminds me of the Law of One.

>>2455219

The video was just a random youtuber. But the youtube video is what brought the post from Q, to my attention. I didn't know about Q and the posts, until I saw the video, which was just someone breaking down Q's posts on youtube. The post that was being 'broken down' was the one that I posted above, about 'words'. My dream correlated with Q's post, although I didn't know about Q at the time of the dream.

Dreamanon

>>2455550

This morning I dreamt that someone said the words 'Cold Spring Harbor'.

Dreamanon