Appollynon
Jedi Master
As I awoke this morning I remembered vividly a dream I was having about comets.
In the dream I was visiting and staying with parents that I did not recognise, in a very remote and very northerly village up in the Scottish Highlands. The town was run down and dilapidated, with many houses crumbling apart, roofs missing, and just abandoned and left to ruin. The roads and streets in some places were near impassable, and abandoned, old and rusting cars every road and street I walked along. There was no work for anyone in this town, except for a nearby and very small nearby diamond mine, whose affluence and money seemed not too touch this town at all. It was a place in which despair and listless oblivion seemed thick in the air I breathed.
As I walked to the very edge of this village and beyond I found myself on a hillside, overlooking a valley of lower hills undulating into the distance. As I watched, a great distance away from me at the horizon, what seemed like a grey cloud of mixed hue’s, what I thought was a fairly rapid moving cloud appeared only just above the horizon and touched some hills as they rose to meet the horizon. As the cloud cleared this area of hills on the horizon were glowing a deep orange pitted with dark areas, like the pictures and film footage I had seen of the volcanism on the Island Hawaii. As I realised that the cloud, was actually something falling from the heavens, I begun to see more, and more clouds appearing, some very fast moving, some slower, but each and every time they touched the hills in front of me, there would be a pause for the cloud’s to clear, and then it was as if the hills had become volcano’s, pulsating with that deep fiery magmatic glow. As the comet rain begun getting closer and closer, it seemed to me that as each set of multiple small pockets were hitting the land, they were not only having this deep burning effect, but that there were pockets of black oily substance erupting from the tops of the hillsides where the larger pockets of comets hit. It was as if the hills were now oil volcanoes, surrounded by magma, but spewing forth an oily substance that was igniting the air around and causing huge flames to shoot up into the sky. I begun to run back to my parents home, and warn everyone like Paul Revere, that I met along the way. The only people I did meet trying to outrun the ever nearing comets were some young men, who were also watching this phenomena approaching form the horizon, I told them it was comets coming, and they joined in running back to the village and their families to warn all they could. When I reached my parents, they had told me that they would not leave the village with me and the few other young men, no matter how much I pleaded with them for their own lives, in fact apart from myself and the young men I met along the way, the whole town remained and consigned themselves to their fate come what may. As this troupe of young men and I were leaving the area, we looked back and saw the entire town and surrounding area being engulfed in the same bright fiery flames and magmatic, oily volcanic like visage we saw approaching from afar. We had managed to get away and clear of the shower, and as we later found out, it was only what was described as a small comet shower, covering just a small area around the limits of the village parish. The news was only broadcast on a small local Scottish TV station, with one of the young men named Peter and myself being interviewed. This took place in an old grey television studio, where all the décor and furniture were different shades of grey, and we were interviewed by an even older and greyer looking man about our experiences. My dream ended before the interview started.
I thought I would share this due the subject matter, and the fact that now, almost an hour after awaking, I still remember the dream with such vivid clarity, and the emotion and terrible awe of what I witnessed are still lingering with me. It was not a nightmare in any way, but still a little upsetting and disconcerting. I wonder if this dream has more to do with not being able to help or save, those who do not wish to be helped or saved, and it’s my souls way of telling me not to worry or pity them, just to let them make their choice, and carry on as comes naturally and let go of any guilt for not being able to do more? I haven’t studied enough about dream interpretation too know for sure if that was the real message or if I’m missing something else.
In the dream I was visiting and staying with parents that I did not recognise, in a very remote and very northerly village up in the Scottish Highlands. The town was run down and dilapidated, with many houses crumbling apart, roofs missing, and just abandoned and left to ruin. The roads and streets in some places were near impassable, and abandoned, old and rusting cars every road and street I walked along. There was no work for anyone in this town, except for a nearby and very small nearby diamond mine, whose affluence and money seemed not too touch this town at all. It was a place in which despair and listless oblivion seemed thick in the air I breathed.
As I walked to the very edge of this village and beyond I found myself on a hillside, overlooking a valley of lower hills undulating into the distance. As I watched, a great distance away from me at the horizon, what seemed like a grey cloud of mixed hue’s, what I thought was a fairly rapid moving cloud appeared only just above the horizon and touched some hills as they rose to meet the horizon. As the cloud cleared this area of hills on the horizon were glowing a deep orange pitted with dark areas, like the pictures and film footage I had seen of the volcanism on the Island Hawaii. As I realised that the cloud, was actually something falling from the heavens, I begun to see more, and more clouds appearing, some very fast moving, some slower, but each and every time they touched the hills in front of me, there would be a pause for the cloud’s to clear, and then it was as if the hills had become volcano’s, pulsating with that deep fiery magmatic glow. As the comet rain begun getting closer and closer, it seemed to me that as each set of multiple small pockets were hitting the land, they were not only having this deep burning effect, but that there were pockets of black oily substance erupting from the tops of the hillsides where the larger pockets of comets hit. It was as if the hills were now oil volcanoes, surrounded by magma, but spewing forth an oily substance that was igniting the air around and causing huge flames to shoot up into the sky. I begun to run back to my parents home, and warn everyone like Paul Revere, that I met along the way. The only people I did meet trying to outrun the ever nearing comets were some young men, who were also watching this phenomena approaching form the horizon, I told them it was comets coming, and they joined in running back to the village and their families to warn all they could. When I reached my parents, they had told me that they would not leave the village with me and the few other young men, no matter how much I pleaded with them for their own lives, in fact apart from myself and the young men I met along the way, the whole town remained and consigned themselves to their fate come what may. As this troupe of young men and I were leaving the area, we looked back and saw the entire town and surrounding area being engulfed in the same bright fiery flames and magmatic, oily volcanic like visage we saw approaching from afar. We had managed to get away and clear of the shower, and as we later found out, it was only what was described as a small comet shower, covering just a small area around the limits of the village parish. The news was only broadcast on a small local Scottish TV station, with one of the young men named Peter and myself being interviewed. This took place in an old grey television studio, where all the décor and furniture were different shades of grey, and we were interviewed by an even older and greyer looking man about our experiences. My dream ended before the interview started.
I thought I would share this due the subject matter, and the fact that now, almost an hour after awaking, I still remember the dream with such vivid clarity, and the emotion and terrible awe of what I witnessed are still lingering with me. It was not a nightmare in any way, but still a little upsetting and disconcerting. I wonder if this dream has more to do with not being able to help or save, those who do not wish to be helped or saved, and it’s my souls way of telling me not to worry or pity them, just to let them make their choice, and carry on as comes naturally and let go of any guilt for not being able to do more? I haven’t studied enough about dream interpretation too know for sure if that was the real message or if I’m missing something else.
