Posted on: 2011-05-16 by Guest

constantly with a calming buzz to it, i looked and saw a black saucer, the size of maybe like a big speed boat but round, in astonishment i wasnt expecting to see anything like that in my dream, so i took advantage of the moment, i climbed a ladder that was attached to the building in a flash i was so determined to find out what this thing was doing in my dream, i ran on the roof towards the object and all the sudden a sense of anger and confusion overtook me and i felt as if my face was burning, i was running at this point and i jumped and landed on the object and started yelling at the top of my lungs "WHY ARE YOU HERE, WHY DO YOU LIKE THAT I DONT KNOW WHY!" while i was smashing the object with my bare hands the smell of burning flesh and the sight of blood on my hands was the last thing i saw before i blacked out, i was slowly coming back to in my dream, very bright white light almost as if i was staring directly at the sun, but i was laying down on grass, outside in the middle of the night. Slowly my focus was coming back and in my plain view , it seemed as if it was straight from a circus, one of the like ticket booths, just sitting in front of me. i was no longer on a university campus, i was in a fairly large field at the top of a large hill, clear night sky, moon bright and shining at me. i got up off the ground feeling so confused, i slowly walked towards the ticket booth, it had appeared as if it was steamed up like a sauna, and there was a dark shadow figure standing behind the glass in the sauna ticket booth. i yelled why are you doing this to me? ........ no response. i started banging the glass yelling a bunch of jibberish about why i was here without explanation. ... nothing. i sat on the ground in front of the booth crying because, i felt as if i would never know why, and i felt as if i was connecting with some outer being, why wouldn't it tell me what to do? why wouldnt it tell me what to expect and what to prepare for, and why it is occurring to me, that they choose to watch over. feeling frustrated and nothing else to try to do in this weird position in time of my dream, i closed my eyes, and i heard "it will all be over soon, and its not your fault", i got up and looked in the booth, i saw a very large deep grey and skinny finger write July 21, 2011 through the condensation on the glass allthough it is hard to remember every specific little detail, i wasnt sure if it said 2011 or 2012 or any year. But i know for sure it was either july 21st or july 12th there was also a time written, but i just cant remember it. i tried so hard when i woke up to remember everything but the time and year slipped from my mind. surely after i saw this info be posted on condesating glass in a ticket booth with pretty much straight up an alien who gave me a date of some sort, maybe it was trying to tell me that it will all be unfolded to me on this date. And ever since these two dreams i havent really dreamt that much at all, and the dreams i have dreamed recently, have been quick, very brief, no traveling, no talking, to the point, its almost as if i am waiting for my wake reality to understand the complex structure of communication and self awareness. it is almost like, i cant dream anymore because there is so much anger and hate in the human world just flooding me with fear and confusion, its almost as if my awake life had become my dream waiting to take action for my beliefs, awaiting to be told, and to be able to tell. Every huge populated city in this world has turned into a open field of secrets, lies, and control beyond your grasp. The world we are living in, is filled it societies that feed off of news, controlled lies, and taxs. The world we live in, should really be the dream. because it is almost like waking up into my real existence has been more of a nightmare than reality. (other than the good people and family i have around me) everyone who isnt rich is striving for change, but who is everyone who isnt rich? slaves. slaves to the rich man. what does the rich man do? make decisions based on his needs and wants, what does that do? nothing for anyone. but the rich men who make irrational decisions always back up the decision by having lots of $$$$$$$$$$ (control) Its a never ending cycle, we have come to the point of time and technology, where decision making takes no effort, where most of what use to be made by man is now made by machine, and slowly man is becoming machine because of how much lee way and