Dreaming in a Totalitarian Society

[SlipNet]

I had an absolutely devastating dream 2 nights ago. In the dream I was hosting a house party in my home. The house was full of people, just milling around, chatting and drinking. I was in one of the bedrooms with a few guys, just chatting about the state of the world. This is normal for me; I've not been strong on small talk in recent years, I tend to come across as very intense to people who meet me for the first time. Naturally, the subject of Israel came up in conversation, and I was ranting for a fair while. Together we engaged in an intense discussion about the war in Gaza.

Then the dream got weird. For some reason, the long-deceased rock singer Michael Hutchence entered the room, complaining that I was being boring and preachy, and that we all needed to loosen up. I chatted with him and the other guys for a while, and he managed to steer the subject away from war and politics. To be honest, I didn't like him. He came across as a vain, preening type of bloke. I made my excuses and left the room to get another drink. And then things got worse. I was approached in the hallway by a man I'd not met before, and he was very hostile. He accused me of various things, and after a lengthy tirade he thumped me in the face with extraordinary force. I was stunned. I looked down at my shirt and it was splattered with blood. I haven't been in a violent situation for decades, and I didn't know how to react. In retrospect, this frustrates me; I should have smacked the bloke back, but I just went to another room to get away from this violent bastard.

Very strange! I've never had a violent dream before. Then the dream shifted in tone, and before I knew it I was in my town centre with some friends. It was the small hours, and people were piling out of the pubs and nightclubs, just milling about and chatting in groups in the town square. Then I was hailed by an old school friend, someone I'd lost touch with 30 years ago. We had a good chat and he offered me a bit of weed. Now, I've got history with weed, though I've recently given it up for good. It's been about 8 weeks since I've smoked the stuff, and things have been fine. However, in the dream I took some from this bloke, then he asked me to write down my phone number for him. This was a first for me in a dream too; I've never written anything in a dream before. My handwriting was noticeably different from reality, I noticed that much. Then, all of a sudden. I was rushed by 2 men who stole my rucksack which I had slung over my shoulder. I ran after them and chased them through the town centre. My wallet and some valuables were in the bag so I was anxious to get it back.

I caught the guy who had my bag and I managed to get it back off of him. No violence, I just took it back and walked back to my old school buddy to have a chat. As we were talking, another man rushed past me and stole my bag AGAIN! I was furious, and chased after him, but the dream at this point went a bit weird. Streets I knew well became strange and unknown, and I lost sight of the guy who had stolen my rucksack. By this time I was crestfallen. I turned around and began to make my way home. As I walked home through the town centre, a bunch of guys looked at me, and laughed among themselves. "Fair play,", one of them said. "That guy got bloody railed tonight!". Then they all began laughing and jeering me. And then, very suddenly, I woke up. It was about 6am, and dawn had crept across the sky. I was punch-drunk by this dream. It was overwhelmingly a negative experience. And it felt SO real! I jotted down the memories as I smoked a morning cig.

I've never had a violent dream before, and I've never been mugged either. I was utterly stunned by this dream. I took it as a dual warning. Don't neglect your strategic enclosure, and watch out for who you talk politics with. And secondly, quit thinking about weed. And I don't know why that Hutchence bloke was in the dream either; in reality, he's been dead for nearly 30 years! He was an arrogant presence, and really vain, I didn't like him. All in all, a pretty traumatic dream. One thing's for sure, I'm never smoking that damn green stuff EVER again! As I've said in other threads, I used to be a real party guy, but no more. The warning has been heeded, big time.

 

[seve]

I've never had a violent dream before, and I've never been mugged either. I was utterly stunned by this dream. I took it as a dual warning. Don't neglect your strategic enclosure, and watch out for who you talk politics with. And secondly, quit thinking about weed. And I don't know why that Hutchence bloke was in the dream either; in reality, he's been dead for nearly 30 years! He was an arrogant presence, and really vain, I didn't like him. All in all, a pretty traumatic dream. One thing's for sure, I'm never smoking that damn green stuff EVER again! As I've said in other threads, I used to be a real party guy, but no more. The warning has been heeded, big time.

I've had dreams like that before. And I think they refer to existential anxieties, in reference to anxieties about physical integrity (identity papers). Maybe something is bothering you right now.

 

[SlipNet]

I think they refer to existential anxieties, in reference to anxieties about physical integrity (identity papers). Maybe something is bothering you right now.

I've been a bit moody for the last few days since the dream. I think the inclusion of the Hutchence bloke was a reference to the Dionysian party bloke figure. Strange though, I thought I was dealing with things OK, but this dream really floored me. I've gotta say though, when I awoke I was so relieved to realise it was just a dream. I've had many dreams about losing possessions over the years, but this one was really vicious. And, almost everyone in the dream was either indifferent to my plight, or downright hostile. I'll mull things over and see if there's anything in the subconscious that's getting to me.

 

[Mike]

I've had a few dreams of late where a military checkpoint on a road plays out. The latest one was last night where my dad and I are driving and we are surprised to see a military checkpoint up ahead on the road. The dream ended after realizing what was up ahead on the road and I woke up.

I figure at some point such checkpoints in the US will become a reality, and also martial law of some sort, especially in big cities, will also become a reality at some point. Trump, through his actions of using the military domestically in cities or threatening to do so, is normalizing what could easily lead to such things given any number of catalysts.

 

[Mari]

I‘ve woke up yelling from a weird dream where I was trying to protect my mom.
There were two guys, one I didn’t see but I knew it was there.
So anyway, the guy was annoyed by me and was talking to my mom. As I was walking to the next door/room I felt a strong pull up and something was pulling me very strongly and very fast up, that everything was like a tunnel vision and blurred.
I yelled and was woken up.


Concerning crazy stuff going on around the world, wars plus What the hell is going on??? September 2025 plus it is 9/11 today, have any of you had weird dreams lately/tonight?

 

[RedFox]

An unusual dream - I suspect HAARP is on full power at the moment (given all the stabbings/bombings etc going on across the UK/EU/US).

I haven't dreamed of world jumping for some years. The world I was in was headed for nuclear annihilation - before realising that, there was a lot of frantic preparations going on.
So I jumped to the nearest viable branch - and it was horrific. It was a world where outright street violence in everyday society was extremely common.
Imagine an African country during a simmering civil/gang war - except it was the West.
I had to immediately deal with a bunch of men who where fronting me and looking for a fight, they had pure malevolence in their eyes and where going to kill me. Without matching their violence I'd be killed in broad daylight in a busy street, and no one would care.
After surviving my first few seconds in this place I went looking for people I knew. Half the people on this forum where dead or never existed, including myself until I jumped into the timeline.
Those members I could find where living as best they could, in broken/abused lives - dreaming of a better timeline.

So if it is HAARP then it's transmitting fear, hopelessness, helplessness, stress and most of all rage/violence.

 

[Konstantin]

I had a very unusual dream. I was with a loud person, talking nonstop, and gesturing wildly with his arms. Then I realized he looked familiar—I recognized him. It was Donald Trump. Next, I noticed something like a very ancient map. It was old and ruined. Trump was standing next to me, smiling.

But then something unexpected happened. I was suddenly in a separate place, a different reality, and there was Putin. He looked very serious. He had appeared because he had done something big, something important.

Then many scenes began to appear, some from nature, some from large cities. All of these scenes felt heavy and dark, like old black-and-white photographs. Suddenly, they started to come alive in vibrant colors. The clouds disappeared, revealing beautiful blue skies. People were celebrating in the streets, and birds were singing in the trees.

Putin appeared again, this time with a subtle smile. Moments later, Trump burst into rage, yelling and screaming, wildly gesturing with his arms in anger because his plans had failed.

It was a very short, but incredibly unusual dream.

 

[Tomiro]

I recently had a dream, where my whole city had been destroyed in a war (I think). There were maybe one or two buildings standing, and I was walking through the rubble. I wasn't terribly concerned for some reason, more annoyed, that I might have had some items in my apartment, that I could have saved.

Later I was able to materialize into my apartment, and it was still there. I remember thinking if the building was really intact, or if I entered another reality where the destruction didn't take place.

There might have been something more, but I only remember losing my keys in a river, and while I was hesitating, and getting undressed in order to jump into the water, I had lost sight of them.

 

[seve]

Il y a peut-être eu autre chose, mais je me souviens seulement d'avoir perdu mes clés dans une rivière, et pendant que j'hésitais et que je me déshabillais pour sauter dans l'eau, je les ai perdues de vue.

It is possible that this passage refers to a premonitory message or to the anxiety of losing your anchor (keys = home) during events that will turn everything upside down (river = the course of events that sweeps everything away in its path).

 

[3DStudent]

Before these get away from me, I had a few noteworthy dreams lately. I date them assuming I went to bed before midnight, but it's technically the day after most likely. I think the first was Tuesday March 17th. I was sort of phased out of this reality and couldn't talk to anyone. I was trying to tell my family something, like I was actually ok even though I was missing from their viewpoint. Especially my grandma, who in waking life I had visited the week before. The scene shifted to being in some unknown house, but a lot of my family was there. Again I was trying to help them out or tell them something. But then some armed guys were coming in and I knew help was needed. It got sort of videogame like at that point and I was shooting them in the head (with tranquilizer rounds) while time had slowed down. So they all dropped unconscious, but I knew that there would be retaliation and more would come. I think the dream ended there. In my afterthoughts I was thinking, "I hope I wasn't dead or got booted out of my body."

The second was Saturday March 21st. I was on a Greyhound like bus and I think my dad was beside me. It was going comically fast and went over a hill and we were airborne for a few seconds. Felt like a roller-coaster or a plane taking off. But it landed fine, except that it accelerated more and seemed like the breaks weren't working. I knew we would hit something eventually. And so it crashed and crunched like an accordion. But it stopped at the seat in front of me. So people got out through the back and a ceiling exit. I was actually the Incredible Hulk so I just jumped out the top. But I also had healing powers so I helped some injured people. My dad was the only one I really recognized. We went to some building like a motel or cabin and I think some other things happened or it ended shortly thereafter. Afterthoughts I thought that was a weird dream, but maybe it's hopeful because I survived and was able to help people? Also this was the date of the March session, so I supposed it was a "sweet dream"?

The last was a week ago, Saturday March 28th. This one was just before waking. Forum members were in a sort of arena or coliseum type place. Laura was giving us some advice and at one point she had an idea to broadcast some widespread help. The idea was to bless or encode your lighter (weird, I know) and send it out. So I took out a lighter along with all the others, and they raised in the air. They were about to get sent all over the world, but some bad guy had come and intercepted them. It got like a horror movie and he had rigged them as explosives and we had to take them back and they'd blow up if we didn't (they were just in front of us now). But they were going to blow up at random so it was quite psychopathic. The dream basically ended there and I woke up. Since I woke up, I decided to consciously finish it and I thought that I detonated them far away telekinetically or attached them all to him and blasted him off into the sky.

I don't have time to write dreams down, so I usually just have to try to remember them by repeating them in my mind. But sometimes like these ones, they are just too memorable. And then there are days I wake up and don't remember anything. And in between where I think I dreamed something, and an object or situation later in the day triggers it.

 

[palestine]

Before these get away from me, I had a few noteworthy dreams lately. I date them assuming I went to bed before midnight, but it's technically the day after most likely. I think the first was Tuesday March 17th. I was sort of phased out of this reality and couldn't talk to anyone. I was trying to tell my family something, like I was actually ok even though I was missing from their viewpoint. Especially my grandma, who in waking life I had visited the week before. The scene shifted to being in some unknown house, but a lot of my family was there. Again I was trying to help them out or tell them something. But then some armed guys were coming in and I knew help was needed. It got sort of videogame like at that point and I was shooting them in the head (with tranquilizer rounds) while time had slowed down. So they all dropped unconscious, but I knew that there would be retaliation and more would come. I think the dream ended there. In my afterthoughts I was thinking, "I hope I wasn't dead or got booted out of my body."

The second was Saturday March 21st. I was on a Greyhound like bus and I think my dad was beside me. It was going comically fast and went over a hill and we were airborne for a few seconds. Felt like a roller-coaster or a plane taking off. But it landed fine, except that it accelerated more and seemed like the breaks weren't working. I knew we would hit something eventually. And so it crashed and crunched like an accordion. But it stopped at the seat in front of me. So people got out through the back and a ceiling exit. I was actually the Incredible Hulk so I just jumped out the top. But I also had healing powers so I helped some injured people. My dad was the only one I really recognized. We went to some building like a motel or cabin and I think some other things happened or it ended shortly thereafter. Afterthoughts I thought that was a weird dream, but maybe it's hopeful because I survived and was able to help people? Also this was the date of the March session, so I supposed it was a "sweet dream"?

The last was a week ago, Saturday March 28th. This one was just before waking. Forum members were in a sort of arena or coliseum type place. Laura was giving us some advice and at one point she had an idea to broadcast some widespread help. The idea was to bless or encode your lighter (weird, I know) and send it out. So I took out a lighter along with all the others, and they raised in the air. They were about to get sent all over the world, but some bad guy had come and intercepted them. It got like a horror movie and he had rigged them as explosives and we had to take them back and they'd blow up if we didn't (they were just in front of us now). But they were going to blow up at random so it was quite psychopathic. The dream basically ended there and I woke up. Since I woke up, I decided to consciously finish it and I thought that I detonated them far away telekinetically or attached them all to him and blasted him off into the sky.

I don't have time to write dreams down, so I usually just have to try to remember them by repeating them in my mind. But sometimes like these ones, they are just too memorable. And then there are days I wake up and don't remember anything. And in between where I think I dreamed something, and an object or situation later in the day triggers it.

I had a "totalitarian dream" not that long ago. A couple of days. Perhaps they have been beaming HAARP and that it is how we received it? I noticed I made that dream, which is a recurring one. It did not go un-noticed.

In real 3D I have gone to a location which is somehow tied to this recurring dream of mine. Did you go to a place that is "unusual"? I went there and I think the dream kicked by one week after (more or less). I had to buy specific items and only one place sells those - and the location is a very atypical place in my city. (It would be akin to go to a foreign country and then dream back of it, after interactions with atypical / uncommon energies & things - don't even know if this is what's taking place)

 

[seve]

Les membres du forum se trouvaient dans une sorte d'arène ou de colisée. Laura nous donnait des conseils et, à un moment donné, elle a eu l'idée de diffuser de l'aide à grande échelle. L'idée était de bénir ou d'encoder son briquet (bizarre, je sais) et de l'envoyer. J'ai donc sorti un briquet, ainsi que tous les autres, et ils se sont élevés dans les airs.

That's strange. The Monday after your dream on the 28th, I felt “out of sync” for most of the day. I had the feeling that my soul was busy somewhere else, in some kind of conclave! Surprising.