This is a dream which I had in the morning of 22 March, which is the exact time of those horrible Brussels bombings. I don’t know if this dream is connected to that, or it was simply the effect of iodine and coincided with that event. But anyway, here is the dream:
"I was in a post-apocalyptic setting, walking around with a group of people. And the members of that group were constantly fighting between each other, so the character which represented me (I was observing this dream from the third view perspective) had to divide them when needed and keep the group in order.
And one night we stopped to sleep and my character decided to sleep in the middle to make sure that nobody attack nobody. But then one member of the group saw an arrow in the ground and attacked another member, accusing him that he draw that arrow which has pointing to him. So I had to get up to divide them but then I realized that this member didn’t draw this arrow and that the arrow was actually pointing to the local cemetery which was covered by leaves from trees.
But then, when I approached the cemetery, I discovered something even more interesting. Near cemetery, under a hill, was a crematorium, where people were burned after some great plague.
For some reason, my members of the group decided to open that crematorium. I was against it, because I feared the release of some virus, but they wouldn’t listen to me.
So they opened it, and to my surprise, there was no deadly virus coming outside, but there was something else hidden inside. And that was the tomb of some ancient rulers/kings who also died during the plague.
Then my crazy group members wanted to open that tomb, which was very artistically decorated, it had like a green bronze cover that looked kinda like a shell. But the moment they started opening it I woke up."
And I had no idea what was that dream about, but it did had a very interesting flavor, and it didn’t feel at all like my normal dreams.
But I hesitated to write about it because I had no idea what it was about.
My mother also had some interesting dream that morning, not so much esoterical, but it was about our neighbor restructuring our basement, so we both had a dream about underground environments. Perhaps we were telepathically messaging each other, or perhaps we were picking the same signal. Or maybe it was just another coincidence.
But the reason why I am writing this is because this morning I woke up and somehow got an idea for a possible explanation.
I spent two days thinking about this dream, and I just could find any meaning to it. But I was sure that it was somehow special, because it just felt special. I could be wrong, of course.
So the least evening, before I went to sleep I was thinking about it a lot and couldn’t come to any conclusion, and went to sleep. But this morning an idea came to my head, without thinking about it at all.
And the idea was that perhaps those people in my group was a representation of different aspects of myself and that the guy in the middle was just some main/controlling aspect of myself/my group in the dream. And perhaps that was the reason why I wasn’t seeing through his eyes in this dream, because all these people were actually me.
And that those buried kings were my higher chakras or my higher self that ‘died’ when I lost access to it. And the crematorium meant, perhaps, the burning of the connections to my higher chakras, as in burning of the neural pathways in my brain, or something like that.
It could be wishful thinking, but who knows, maybe iodine is really doing something in my body. I’ll continue with the protocol and wait and see.
"I was in a post-apocalyptic setting, walking around with a group of people. And the members of that group were constantly fighting between each other, so the character which represented me (I was observing this dream from the third view perspective) had to divide them when needed and keep the group in order.
And one night we stopped to sleep and my character decided to sleep in the middle to make sure that nobody attack nobody. But then one member of the group saw an arrow in the ground and attacked another member, accusing him that he draw that arrow which has pointing to him. So I had to get up to divide them but then I realized that this member didn’t draw this arrow and that the arrow was actually pointing to the local cemetery which was covered by leaves from trees.
But then, when I approached the cemetery, I discovered something even more interesting. Near cemetery, under a hill, was a crematorium, where people were burned after some great plague.
For some reason, my members of the group decided to open that crematorium. I was against it, because I feared the release of some virus, but they wouldn’t listen to me.
So they opened it, and to my surprise, there was no deadly virus coming outside, but there was something else hidden inside. And that was the tomb of some ancient rulers/kings who also died during the plague.
Then my crazy group members wanted to open that tomb, which was very artistically decorated, it had like a green bronze cover that looked kinda like a shell. But the moment they started opening it I woke up."
And I had no idea what was that dream about, but it did had a very interesting flavor, and it didn’t feel at all like my normal dreams.
But I hesitated to write about it because I had no idea what it was about.
My mother also had some interesting dream that morning, not so much esoterical, but it was about our neighbor restructuring our basement, so we both had a dream about underground environments. Perhaps we were telepathically messaging each other, or perhaps we were picking the same signal. Or maybe it was just another coincidence.
But the reason why I am writing this is because this morning I woke up and somehow got an idea for a possible explanation.
I spent two days thinking about this dream, and I just could find any meaning to it. But I was sure that it was somehow special, because it just felt special. I could be wrong, of course.
So the least evening, before I went to sleep I was thinking about it a lot and couldn’t come to any conclusion, and went to sleep. But this morning an idea came to my head, without thinking about it at all.
And the idea was that perhaps those people in my group was a representation of different aspects of myself and that the guy in the middle was just some main/controlling aspect of myself/my group in the dream. And perhaps that was the reason why I wasn’t seeing through his eyes in this dream, because all these people were actually me.
And that those buried kings were my higher chakras or my higher self that ‘died’ when I lost access to it. And the crematorium meant, perhaps, the burning of the connections to my higher chakras, as in burning of the neural pathways in my brain, or something like that.
It could be wishful thinking, but who knows, maybe iodine is really doing something in my body. I’ll continue with the protocol and wait and see.
To be continued in the next episode..
