BEING IMPLANTED WITH A RFID CHIP

Was It The Radio Frequency Identification Device (Chip)?

I dreamt that I was waiting on a very long line while standing out on a street in an area with lovely lush and manicured landscaping surrounding large cold looking domed black and glass rounded buildings dotted all around by many light bulbs at the end of long metal posts and completed by long overpasses which connected each building.

The many people that waited along with me seemed very nervous, weary and I dare say that some even seemed distraught, as many were crying.  At one point in my dream, a man, perhaps in his 40’s sprang out of the line and began running towards the landscaping and into the thick dense of the woods behind. Everyone on the line seemed afraid, looking back nervously towards where the man had disappeared to, suddenly we heard what sounded like sizzling sounds and saw lights similar to when there is an impending storm approaching and lighting up the distant sky.  I felt bewildered as I did not know where I was or why I was standing on this line.

Almost immediately after the distraction, an army of men some wearing black military and others green colored uniforms marched out of a door which slide open from 2 of the side buildings.  They carried sheaths or sword like machetes as well as their guns and each, I will call them, policemen stood beside each on the line.  Without a single exchange of words, we all marched forward with our escort beside.  At this point, I wondered where my family was, they must be here in this mass of people.  As we entered the tall building, I looked up to see that the ceiling seemed to have no end and the lighting inside was almost blinding with brightness.  We were all separated from each other and escorted into a different room by our policemen.  The doors made a suctioning sound as they opened and closed, if it not had been for that, I never would have guessed there were doors on the walls.  Once inside, I saw what seemed to be an operating room with a dental chair which had 2 thick brown leather straps hanging on each side as well as 1 other around the neck rest of the chair.  There, before the chair was the silver tray which all dental offices have. On top of the tray was a tiny little red and blue tube like thing and a large clear syringe with a big needle beside it.  Further away on the counter was an autoclave machine, the kind which doctors and dentists use to sterilize their tools using heat and moisture.  I know it was a dream but I could now feel myself trembling with fear.  I was not going to sit on that chair and get strapped down. How do I get out of this situation?

The doctor or dentist walked in from a different suctioning door wearing a rubber green lab coat, dark gloves and what I am sure was a gas mask.  He never spoke a word, simply extended his hand with the gesture for me to take a seat. I hesitated but found myself being shoved from behind. When I looked back to see who was shoving me, I noticed that my police officer escort now also was wearing a gas mask and he was the one doing the shoving; his machete was now out and pointed at me.

My dream was so disturbing to me that I may have been sitting on that chair and struggling to fight against the restraints so hard that I screamed and thankfully, the sound of my own voice woke me up.

I Dreamed of Sitcom King of Queens/ Carrie and Doug

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Ever notice how, when you are doing something repetitive each day or, focus your attention or concerns towards something in particular just before falling asleep, that you experience a dream about it?


I find that most annoying because once I wake up, I am disappointed; take last night for instance, I had been watching a rerun of the T.V. Sitcom, King of Queens and had fallen asleep during the show.  When I woke up the following morning, I felt so bad, in fact, I think I had even been crying during my sleep.  As I sat on the edge of my bed. snapping myself out of the daze of my slumber, it was then that I remembered how cruel Carrie and Doug had been to me in my dream.  Those two infantile acting husband and wife team were making fun and laughing at me while co-starring in my own and very personal dream.  How dare they? 
I knew it had been a dream yet, still felt anger towards them for almost the entire day. 

Jesus, Where Are We ?

I dreamt that I was watching a vision. I know it was a visions because I did not appear in my dream; you know how while we are dreaming, we usually play the leading role?  Well , not in this dream; at least, not at the beginning of it.  It was almost as if I had been watching a movie. I dreamt that I saw Jesus Christ, clothed in a brilliant white robe with a golden rope-like sash tied around His waist, His long brown silky hair flowing in the warm wind as He, with a determined expression on His face rode on a beautiful white Arabian horse parallel to the shore.
The image suddenly changed and I saw in the crystal clear light blue sky, what seemed to be a huge radiant bronze chalice or cup with foreign engravings surrounding it.  The chalice began to spin clockwise, slowly at first, then picked up speed and began to get closer, brighter and larger as if it were falling from the sky towards the ground.  Suddenly, a huge flash of light happened as if an explosion had occurred yet I did not hear any sound nor feel the ground shaking; there was no impact.

Next thing I know, I am now in the dream; no Jesus, no chalice but my dad was there, he was wetting his finger with his tongue then down to the sandy gravely ground and then back up to his mouth. He was feeding himself!  I then saw my mother just sitting on the ground in a daze while now, included in my dream, my  sister Betty.  She, was walking around with her arms outstretched, her hands were slightly bent backwards, her fingers pointed towards the sky and a smile on her face; there was another person whom I did not recognize, it was a man who was making the sign of the cross with the side of his hand, his fingers pointed towards the sky, erect and stiffened, the way a priest would do if he were blessing his congregation from the pulpit.

It seemed as though we were in a place of ruin.  There were caves in the mountains sprinkled with near naked trees and the sandy ground was barren and hot with scattered pieces of rock and remnants of collapsed edifices.  Jesus, where are we?  I remember a surge of fear racing up through my body as I realized that neither one of my 2 daughters or my other sister were in sight.  I had to look for them! Before my dream popped, I realized our clothing were in tatters and we were either barefoot or missing a shoe; they were covered in dust as were our faces and hair.  Our appearances was not too different from the coughing faces covered in white cement and dust which the world saw on television as survivors struggled to get away from the 2001 shambles left of the New York City World Trade Towers after the 9 -11 attack on them.

When I woke up, I was sure that my dream was a warning of what some call, the Apocalypse.

RECURRING NIGHTMARE

RECURRING NIGHTMARE

For almost a year I used to have a recurring nightmare.

I was lying face up on a hallway floor of what seemed to be an apartment building and it seemed to be getting darker and blurrier by the second.  I heard muffled voices and sounds of people running around me.  Why were they not stopping to assist me?  I attempt to raise my head up off of the ground but as dreams would have it, can not.  Suddenly, I begin to feel a warm surge beginning to stream from the back of my head and down the back of my neck; as it happens, I realize that I have been shot in the back of my head and am losing a lot of blood; Again, I try to lift but this time it is my arm,in order to cover the wound and apply pressure to hold back the bleeding but it is of no avail; I am too weakened.
Why doesn't anyone stop and do this action for me? Why isn't anyone helping?  I wonder as I listen to the sound of frantic feet runing in confusing around me and the muffled sounds of despair until I drift off and away.