I know it's a social faux pas to talk about dreams, but damn. This one won't let go.
People were talking about nuclear war. Somebody kept pressuring me about God: my disbelief, that I needed to get right, like now. I shrugged them off.
Then the stars disappeared. The color green went away. It just went away. Wherever there had been green, there wasn't any green any more. Then more colors started to go. Slowly, all of these things started just disappearing from the world, but not all at once. It was incremental.
And the realization dawns on me we are in some kind of matrix and it is being shut down.
The reason dream-talk is frowned on is because we all know you can't communicate to anybody else the significance of your dream experience. But God damn that dream has stuck with me all morning. The sense of absolute dread. I began praying in the dream, but the sense was that I was too late.
Some three different people came to me in the dream after that, all in states of panic, but all with different answers (we have to go to such and such a place, or we need to do such and such a thing; I can't remember any of their plans).
When I woke up, I thought: you need to stop paying attention to Israel for a while.
Doesn't really matter though. There's enough neocon boomer cucks and Dutch rich jews in America patting Zognald on the back for his zionism that he'll keep doing what he's doing
