(L) Last time they said something was coming up, we got COVID! [laughter] So I don't know what's coming up, but... Does anybody here feel unable to keep your wits about you in the coming months or year or two? I mean, we've got to do it. What other choice do we have? Run out in the street and start screaming and run in front of a truck or something? There aren't many options. Let's face it: the zombie apocalypse is coming.
(Andromeda) Take it gracefully!
(L) Yeah. Get your official Zombie Apocalypse coffee mug. Keep Calm and Kill Zombies! I don’t know, it's been SO crazy that I don't even want to go outside anymore to tell you the truth. I don't want to go anywhere, I don't want to go to the store, I don't want to see people wearing masks. Look what they've done to my world! And it's just really pissing me off. So... I hope it pisses all of y’all off, too. If it does, then maybe you'll have the strength to hang in there through it all with your network. Boy, I sure would like to see every single one of you here - all in one big group. BOY would that be nice. I look at all those lovely faces... Chu is scrolling so I can see everybody.
From Prophetic dreams, Baba Vanga and my story
I always felt there was deeper meaning to zombie dream from my childhood, as well as other symbolic dreams/visions I had. Now, years later, it not a zombie dream but zombie reality.What is disturbing to me the most is that I'm pretty sure that I already had a disturbing dream(s) that came true once. When I was 5-6 years old I had a dream that I never forgot. Here it goes. I was all alone and lost in a city. It was dark. All around me were people, except that they were zombies, they weren't in control of themselves, and I felt like there's something, some force controlling all of them. I remember seeing a woman near the car walking towards me, she was a zombie too. Then the dream switched, I was in my bedroom, and there's still dark. I was looking for my mum. I went in the bathroom to look for her there, but what I found there was her skeleton, sitting on the toilet. Needless to say I woke up horrified.
About 12 years later my mother was sick and we were all thinking (including the doctors) that it's just a flue. One of those days I woke up in the morning after having a strange dream. In a dream I was roaming in my city. The whole city was overrun with zombies. I remember running on the street and getting hit by a car, thus stopping the car. Then I found a black cat and brought it home, or someplace where all of the family was gathered. They were all zombies except my mother. When I brought the black cat near her, the cat scratched her on the head. That's when I woke up and while still in the bed I heard my mother telling my father that she's not well that he take her to the hospital. Before they went, she went to the bathroom, so that was the last place I ever heard from her again, because she fell into a come a couple of hours later.
I was then called to come to the hospital where some of the family members were already present. When I heard what happened, that she's in the coma, I did the only thing I could have think of at that time. I knew there was a guy who practices bioenergetic healing in our town, and I thought it could help her because it's alternative treatment etc., so I ran there across half of the city, while my whole word was falling appart. When I got there, it was closed. I don't know if I stopped the car or if the woman saw how distressed I was, but she addressed me and asked me if she could help. I explained the situation and coincidentally she was a personal friend of that guy and knew that he was at vacation. But still she called him, and then drove me back to hospital.
So there it is. The repeating pattern/symbols in both dreams and in the reality. I can't help to wonder if that course of events was determined long ago, or on some higher level. I'm not sure what the zombies represent, but (and since that was the time when I first began to experience the waking up process) my guess is the shock of disillusionment and falling appart of my worldview and reality, realizing how weak and powerless I, and everyone else really are, and sensing or better yet viscerally feeling the system of matrix, starting from doctors, medical system and it's handling of my mother's case. As well, one of my first posts when I first join the forum 2.5 years ago was about my dreams of zombies as a child, I guess it kinda 'haunted' me my whole life.
I also believe that my mother's death helped me to wake up, and that it was, in a sense her gift to me. When I remember that, I take more responsibility and action in doing the Work and learning the Truth, because I'm reminded I'm not doing it only for myself, and I owe it to her in part. Then, about a year after, I got very sick from mononucleosis. One whole week I couldn't sleep, couldn't have reached delta sleep, and when I was in REM phase of sleep, it was more as semi awake, semi hallucinating type of thing, and always dark man 'dreams', if it can be called dreams. In retrospect that was the tipping point in my waking up, perhaps there was a battle on some deeper level, and after 7 days of suffering, being at the bottom and 'almost' giving up on life, on the 7Th day I woke up after having a first normal dream in a whole week, and it was quite symbolic indeed.
Started as per usual, 'dark man' 'torturing' me and trying to control me. Then a map of Europe appeared, finger pointing towards a place somewhere in west or central Europe I think. I then appeared in the middle of green field and saw a train passing by. I knew I had to catch that train, everything depended on that. I got near it, but couldn't climb on it because my hands were occupied, in each I held a big suitcase. Locomotive's passed by me one by one, and finally only last few left behind me, then in the last moments I dropped one of the suitcases and managed to climb up. Then, the dream switched, I arrived at a beautiful place at countryside, where there was a small rural comunity of people. There was livestock, plants, horses, etc. I was feeling like I belong there, with this unknown yet somehow very familiar people of all ages. I was in a blissfull state, feeling at home and at peace. The dream ended with me and some of those people riding on the back of the carriage.
I think that catching the train on time perhaps symbolized a choice being made on some level, a choice that resulted in branching of my reality, and was made possible by leaving of some old (fake) parts of myself behind (briefcase). When I woke up I knew I was healed, and indeed I was. I was inexplicably and suddenly feeling 5 times better then just the day before. Only later doctors found out that I had mononucleosis, but that didn't matter to me, because those feelings and sense of joy all remained with me and lasted for a days to follow. Somehow I knew that everything's gonna be fine. Little more then a year later, I got back to reading the Cs transcripts again, then I read the Wave, then I finally joined the forum. And my life was never the same since then, in a good way of course!
My interpretation of such dreams is my higher/future self communicating to me truths about the underlying nature of the reality around me. Mononucleosis episode was probably a battle and choice making on deeper/higher level of myself, that reflected as DNA changes and consequently as mononucleosis viral infection. The back of my head (the area of occipital ridge and reptile brain) hurt like hell back then. My guess is it was some sort of a battle between my real self and my false self which is controlled by 'the matrix', just like 'human zombies' are (and also, zombies from my dreams were human, but were controlled by one same force, which I actually felt was staring at me from their eyes! Creepy!!
In the part after I succesfuly boarded a train and then appeared in a rural community, I think I was given a glimpse of a possible future reality that choice could lead me to, the one of connection, joy, love and nature.