On this particular outing, I found myself in what appeared to be some type of mental institution. I was standing in an open cavernous Coliseum, an island of rock with a space of about six feet separating it from the mainland. Reaching across from the mainland was a deranged maniac with long arms and claws attached to them trying to reach me on the island. This maniac was then confined and in his care was given a small infant. This special infant had a mystical milk-like substance flowing through its veins instead of blood. Yet, instead of taking good care of the infant, this deranged maniac was in fact, consuming the substance in the infant's veins. Before long, he had consumed enough of the mystical milk to now reproduce his own mystical milk. He now had the ability to transform his entire body into a liquid, and like water, he could go where the water went and do what water can do. He hastily planned his escape, picked up a metal water pitcher, and threw it through the glass portion of a locked door to momentarily distract staffers, while he transformed himself into a puddle of water and flowed underneath the door, and moments later he was outside. He went from place to place, transforming himself at will into puddles of water. Meanwhile, the little infant recovered and was placed in foster care. The infant grew into a beautiful young woman. She had the ability, from the mystical milk-like substance flowing through her veins, to become invisible at will. For the most part, she kept her ability a secret. Because of her secret, she never married, but she did have two children, a boy, and a girl. As with many secrets, there are often leaks. Now, secret government intelligence agencies were aware of her abilities and were anxious to capture her and bring her to their labs to run tests to try to discover the secret of her ability, to use it for national defense. She found herself on the run from the government and using her ever-developing and increasing powers more than she wanted. She decided to leave her children in the stable home of their grandparents while she was being hunted by the government. In the home of the grandparents, the young boy began talking to his grandmother about the secret location of his imaginary friend. Does this imaginary friend have a name? asked his grandma. She gave him a knowing look and told him, "You can't fool me, tell me the truth" The little boy then acquiesced and admitted that his imaginary friend was really his super-powered mom, and he also disclosed to his grandma her secret location. These two children were mentally connected to their mom in some way, and at times all three had mental conversations between them. But as the boy disclosed the location to his grandmother, a camera view, as it were, showed a close-up of a nearby table and underneath it was a listening device. Almost immediately, in her motel room where she was sleeping, the authorities burst into the room and took her captive before she could activate her powers. The government scientists put all kinds of wires and monitors on her, one of which prevented her from using her power of invisibility. A small army of doctors, scientists, and armed guards nearly filled the room in this highly classified laboratory, while more waited outside. Besides all of this electronic equipment, and medical monitors sat in a chair a wiry smug-looking little man! He rose from his seat when he saw the reporters and tv cameras approaching. He began to laugh and swagger, bragging about how he single-handedly was responsible for tracking down and capturing this superwoman. He was really quite pathetic in his wrinkled high water pants and penny loafer shoes that were so worn and leaning like the Tower of Pisa. He was quite the cartoon character without knowing he was the butt of everyone's jokes. He was like Barney Fife, thinking he was the hero not realizing it was actually hero Sheriff Andy Taylor, willing to let Deputy Fife take the credit, so as not to bruise his ego. He also looked a bit like a comic from the silent movie era. This laughable government lackey went on stumbling over himself, talking about how his brilliant tactical ingenuity in leadership was responsible for the culmination of this victorious quest. All of a sudden, a loud mechanical hum penetrated the room, and before anyone could react to the noise, through the door and wall came a chariot of sorts, it looked like the diagram of a vehicle with no real substance, only the outline of a vehicle. The outline was laserlike lines with cylinders all a bright neon nuclear green fluorescent color. Basically, the vehicle was invisible, and you could see the woman's son and daughter seated inside. The daughter was piloting this strange wonder. The vehicle hovered about three feet above the ground. It quickly moved toward the woman, encasing the bed upon which she was confined. As soon as it overshadowed her all of her bands were loosened and she was freed. Then, with the woman inside of the strange chariot of fluorescent green lights and cylinders, with her two children, the vehicle headed back the way it came. This prompted an angry shrill scream from the wiry smug lackey who shouted, "after them, after them!" Armed with laser weapons they all began to fire upon the vehicle. The vehicle responded with matrix-like effects. The vehicle seemed surrounded by an impenetrable force field. All of the military and scientific weaponry became child's play to the superior technological advances of this strange chariot. All of their laser beams aimed at the vehicle slowed to a crawl and became like thousands of little digital numbers that became like moths and surrounded the entire staff of security, doctors, and scientists, utterly paralyzing them from moving. The vehicle as swiftly as it came with its cargo in tow moved back through the walls while the government hunters were powerless to stop it. I immediately found myself translated inside of this vehicle with the superwoman and her children. We seemed to be moving at an unbelievably blinding fast speed. The daughter, who was piloting the vehicle appeared to be about twelve, while the boy looked about eight. The daughter was busy chattering happily to her mom about the reunion dinner and having all of her favorite foods waiting at home. I then heard the girl say, soon we will be on All God's Freeway, and then we will be home in no time! Then the mother told her children, "I can't go home now. That is the first place they will look for me. As long as I am hunted like this, I can't risk anything happening to you two." So the mom well rested from the little time in the strange glowing invisible vehicle kissed her children and said goodbye...for now, and told them to take the vehicle back home, then she disappeared through the wall of the vehicle. It was obvious that being in this glowing chariot had increased or enhanced her supernatural abilities.
A kaleidoscope of Octagon Towers
This vision in my dream started with me being in a tour group of one hundred or more. We were touring what looked like one of the Pyramids in Egypt. We seemed to be in the middle of a desert and only this pyramid was in it. We were climbing up its steps when something went horribly wrong. The steps began to give way and floods of water started rushing in from the ground and swallowing up the stairs and some of the people. We all began scrambling and running to try to get away from the ever-increasing floods. Some of the walls in the pyramid going upward on ledges seemed to open up. I was trying to scramble to the top of the pyramid, for I could see a plateau at its top. I was racing to try to outrun the waters, hearing people screaming and seeing some being swallowed up, it was every man for himself. As I neared the apex of the pyramid, it had a whole different landscape that was flat for a short space and then another set of stairs leading up into another mountainous pyramid. I could hear the water rushing behind me, and still hear other people screaming and being swept away. I had to avoid the water at all cost, for I could not swim. All of a sudden there was the sound of an earthquake and the ground shuttered, then shards and cylinders and spires began coming out of the ground and rising to about 25 feet in the air. As these stone and metallic stalagmite-type shards came out of the ground, the floodwaters began to recede and like an escalator's steps continually move, so so did these shards come up out of the ground and replaced the waters. I was now walking on the flat dry paths in between the stalagmites. I headed toward some steps into an opening in one of the walls, then one of the huge stones in the wall the size of a door opened. There was a sense of dread as if soon the shards would begin to be upending again taking anything in their path. I think there were about 30 or so of us left, we headed into the door in the wall. Once inside, it looked like a museum. We seemed to be in a metallic prismatic cylinder with the most spectacular other world unknown drawings and writings on its walls, with lights shimmering from its ceiling. It was about the width of two midsized cars, and about fifty feet high. Its shape was an octagon or 8-sided room. The ceiling was shaped like a diamond and had mechanical images on different monitors of numbers and symbols, all darting back and forth across the screens. As we were still running around the walls heading toward, where we did not know, as the sense of impending doom loomed as if we didn't get to safety soon, we would perish. Above the diamond-shaped ceiling, we knew instinctively, that there were other floors above. We could hear the sound of footsteps coming from the above floor. The footsteps were unlike any normal human footsteps, but like the footsteps of giants whose heights were 100 feet tall. Heavy, thunderous earthquake-sounding and ground-shaking footsteps that seemed nervous as they moved quickly as if they did not want their existence to be discovered. Behind us was the sound of a great grinding stone that was advancing toward us that would grind us to nothing if it caught us. As we were running, I saw a man in an opening in one of the octagon's walls saying, "hurry, this way". I ran toward him and the others behind me, into the opening, once through it, we were outside again on the flat desert that stretched as far as the eye could see. We were safe outside and seemed several miles away from the pyramid. There was a small crowd all standing around wondering what this all could be. Then suddenly, the sound again of an earthquake and the ground shook and we all turned and looked back toward the pyramid, and out of the ground a powerful bursting forth of octagon-shaped buildings or towers resembling the top of the Space NeedleTower in Seattle. they broke forth out of the ground by groups of ten and twenty, stacked atop of each other slightly askew and you could see the light reflecting and bouncing off all of their sides as they towered upward, like the mythical beanstalk of Jack and the Beanstalk. These towers came up quickly stacking atop one another slightly swaying and in what seemed no more than a few seconds reached well up into the sky beyond our view. We all stood there in shock and awe looking up into the sky at these towering structures. They looked like prismatic kaleidoscopes light bouncing off and through them and bouncing off each other in a spectacular light show. Looking up to where several miles were, some of the towers broke off landing in some nearby clouds and began growing into more 8-sided prismatic towers growing upward like rungs on a ladder. There was one guy standing near saying he was going to risk going back through the opening to try to retrieve something he had left, but we knew if he would not return if he went, yet he chose to go back. The rest of us just stood there in amazement, staring up that these structures that seemed to defy gravity in their shimmering prismatic kaleidoscope beauty.
Nocturnal Demonic Apparitions/Cult Enslavement
During sleep, they seem to come, with all kinds of manifestations to cripple and deceive mentally. Last night was a night of torrent of torment. Their first recalled appearing was what looked like the old Lakemont Amusement Park, the site of church picnics of years gone by. Inside the scary house, where the car takes you from the outside into the opening double doors from bright sunlight into pitch black darkness. In the dark, I could sense their dark presence. I immediately then saw 12 adult human-sized brillo pads, spinning like cyclones surrounding me, and the faster they spun, the dizzier I became. As they honed in on me, I had no power to resist or rebuke them. I was dumbfounded. They began to speak in unison as they continued to spin around me, saying, "We will make you one of us, we will take your will, we will make your mind nothing, you will be dumb and mindless", as they spun on and on. I seemed to get strength for supernatural flight and lifted myself upon the wings of the wind and was up above the clouds and for a brief moment, I had relief. My supernatural speed seemed to rival a jet plane, and as I soared beyond the reach of danger, I could see below, various landscapes, mountain peaks, bodies of water, and city buildings. I scaled to even higher heights. The clouds were now pink and had shapes like writhing serpents and dragons. There was then a debilitating effect to my flying, slowing me almost to a crawl, a demonic gridlock. My legs seemed to be in quick drying cement, crippling my movement and almost causing me to fall to the ground. I somehow caught an upwind that catapulted me to a place that was a combination of a section of Columbia Pike in Arlingon Virginia going towards the Baileys Crossroads area that seemed to end up in Herndon Virginia. This draft wind that was carrying me along made it hard for me to control my movements and was taking me beyond my destination. I had in my mind to go to an all night eatery next to an A&P market. As I neared it, I could see it was closedand struggled to fly beyond it, to where I saw my employer and I could see she had our paychecks. It was with great struggling against the wind, I came to a rough landing near her. I could see the checks (money) in her hand, yet when she saw me, she tried to run away from me. I caught her and demaned my pay. She hesitantly gave it to me, while complaining about how we were mistreating her new manager and every time she sent a new one, we would treat them badly. I retrieved my check and took off flying back toward the Crossroads, beyond Arlington Virginia. As I cascaded down to the ground, I saw I was no longer in Virginia, but the Solomon Run Homes section of Johnstown PA. I could see the creek nearby was flooded. I was now traveling with other weary wayfarers also seeking rest from torment. As we came down the embankment, we could see and hear the rushing water. At the water's edge where the embankment met was a rickety swaying hanging bridge going across the rushing water, wide enough for a single passenget to walk across. We wondered about going across this bridge, for we could seeparts of it falling away before our eyes. Looking across the creek we could see a man made bridge of rocks and stones piled upon each other leading across the creek. Some of the wayfarers were afraid to go that route, so we decided to walk along the embankment instead of crossing the rushing creek to get to our destination, still unknown to us. As we kept inching along slowly as not to fall into the water, we began to hear shouting and left of the water and safe on the edge was a lady propped up against a wall with one of her legs cut off at the knee, and it was still bleeding. Next to her was another girl. I reached in their direction toward a pole about the width of a flagpole, wodden and cover in barbed wire. I reached to try and grab on the pole where no barbwire was to pull myself up to safety. Then the bloody stump-legged woman signaled and the girl beside her, lashed out at my hand with a barbed wire bull whip. It was clear they would not allow us to pass by safely here. Somehow I got my supernatural on and jumped into flight, and landed safely beyond their reach. Upon landing, I noticed all of the wayfarers had been captured, and I was alone and I took off in flight again through the air flying through the clouds and landing agin in Arlington, VA. Now the atmosphere was covered in a thick smog as if lava was covering that portion of the city. There was a loud monstrous growl, and people screaming in fear. Then I saw rise from the lava smog an orange head similar to thedeiction of the Wizard of Oz, this monstrous head looked to be the size of the Capitol Building. I seemed to get equipped with the powers of the human flame of the comic book character, turning them on and becoming a fire missile soared above the skyline only to see the giant smog head disappear in the lava smog cloud and appear right behind me or right in front of me, several times. I was trying to fly above and lead the Smog monster out toward the sea, where it followed me and seemed to disapper for good. I landed in someone's yard to momentary pepace and quiet. The peace did not last long, for in front of me, appearing out of nowhere were a puzzle containing pieces for a cardboard casket. I knew I was to construct it. I put it together, and placed it fully constructed like a model plane on the ground upside down. As I turned it right side up, the lid flew open and the giant lava smog head monster came rushing out and into the air towering like a giant snake of fog and smog. I escaped him, it seemed barely, and was off flying through the air again, only now with a greater sense of impending doom closing in on me. I felt I was running out of places to fly to get away. I could feel them closing in on me on my heels or in the air near me, the the giant smog head lava demon, the bloody stumped-legged woman, her assistant with the barbed wire bull whip, and the adult human sized spinning cyclonic brillo pad demons. I touched down near an old alley way somewhere. I saw in the alley and old fat Jamaican lady asking me what was wrong. I told her I was being chased by monsters and demons. She offered to pray, but I sensed she was a voodoo woman and declined. It was approaching dawn. Even in this dream, I knew that every morning I prayed and read the Bible. It was close to dawn and the start of a new day. Surely the Lord would make himself known. why had I not sensed him so far. I knew if I could just get to a Bible...and instantly I saw a Bible, grabbed it and walked out of the alleyway and away from the fat Jamaican voodoo lady toward the dawn. Lookingahead I saw the sunrise on the horizon, and a peace came over me as I felt my deliverance would come with the rising sun. I began to hear singing, and out of the alley facing the rising sun were twelve nuns singing joyfully. I am not Catholic, but I welcomed their singing. As i got closer to their harmonius singing they began to turn around one by one. THEY ALL HAD DECAYING FACES!!! Their singing turned into laughter as they sensed my plight. I seemed to be trapped. What is worse than a "hell on earth" nightmare that you can't seem to wake from? And when you do wake, you are afraid to go back to sleep for they might still be waiting for you.