Dreams of Trump, WW3, A golden braid, revelations, aliens, economic and political chaos (whatever)
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Dreams, portents, and tinfoil oh my!
Had some weird dreams last night, and am here to share em for those that enjoy that sort of thing. Just a dream, not Q shit, and not 'muh prophecy!'
For starters a neutral voice, wordless, but communicating in clear meanings.
A man is standing in front of a bush.
The bush becomes a garden.
The garden is eve. Eve appears by his side.
"Who can speak the truth to break your enemies?"
I saw young men, both white and black. Red faces. Angry.
"They save-face when confronted with the lies of society."
"No. They are the most willing to speak, because they have the most or least to lose."
I saw women following, a rapid series of social media posts, of women echoing
the message of these men.
Eve is in the garden by adams side again, and it turns all white, like
those shitty homemade religious pamphlet illustrations you may sometimes see.
A celtic cross fades in, superimposed over them.
"Marriage is between a man and a women." the voice says.
I respond "identity politics doesn't work."
And I realized immediately, that the gays were allowed, because if strong families
build strong societies that can resist governments, then it follows that strong marriages
build strong families, and strong marriages are based on clear separation of the sexes
and firm respect for traditional sex roles.
The gays, being a paradox, eunuchs as it were, were in place, because their own
spitefulness would, in every single policy-making decision, insert itself where
it doesn't belong. That their "why would I want to have a family?" jest was mere
political cover, not for wanting a family, but rejecting life and the mandate of growth
and the separation of the sexes entirely.
I seen adam grab ahold of eve's hand, as the protective garden hedge wall grew taller,
and a legion of gays literally melted away like wax dummies.
Adam and eve shrank, becoming tiny, atomic, flying into an aggregate of millions of
others that made up the feet of a statue, a colossus, civilization.
I thought, what about all the other races, religions, creeds?
"All of them were invited in by the civilizational weakness that feminism introduced,
the foothold of all of them. Feminism lead to antinatalism, and marriage was broken
as the door flew open. The gays followed, and were the foot in the door, but feminism
came first."
"yeah but no one is going to accept undoing feminism. People are stupid and lack initiative."
"The ones that don't reproduce will fade away. Build strong marriages against the tide.
Be strong in your beliefs. Anger purifies, speaks truth, attracts like to like, and
so too the wives that have been made for these men."
"won't they, the various functionaries of private interest, the state, foreign
interests, races, and religions, try to stop this?"
"Against strong marriages of like-minds, only the destructive spite and political
consciousness of the gays, backed by feminism, may stand a chance to stand against
the people."
And I saw four balls on chains, each with a different culture's religious symbol,
unloosed, and fly apart, their influence destroyed, as the metal device holding
them together was replaced by the celtic cross.
"A knot that is eternal, that is all knots and no knots, is unlike the gordian knot,
for it cannot be untied, nor broken, or cut, for all is within the all, and none
that are any are outside the circle, and all that which are outside the circle are not,
an eternal golden braid and a new symbol of promise to replace the old which is
now demolished."
As I heard this in the dream, the sun appeared, filling my vision. Brilliant and blinding.
It became an orange, the branch entering the frame of my vision as the dream zoomed
out. A tree.
And as the tree came into view, the sky had turned also a deep dusty ruddish fiery orange
from horizon to horizon.
I stood in the middle of a small culvert between the edges of two short ravines or rocky
outcroppings, a small valley of fertility.
The orange fell to the ground, the ground was deep orange-red clay. Then another
fell to the ground. Then hundreds, and perhaps thousands. A spatter of blood, and
then, one of the oranges was stepped on, revealing at first uncertainty about its nature, but
the sense of blood as if I already knew and merely didn't believe. And then the juice
in the blood orange became actual blood, and began to WELL UP from the orange, first
a mere puddle, and then after a little while, in earnest, as all the oranges began to
bleed. The tree began to die and then was no more, all the leaves and oranges
having fallen off. The air was poison.
And the many red oranges covering the dead earth, all bled, turning into a river,
and then a rising tide, as what seemed a flood was coming, reaching over my ankles, and
then almost midway to my knees, and I though of arks and boats.
In the middle of it, a great tree rose, with me in it, appearing bear, even 'dead' as if
in winter, but I having sensed it was full of life, and power, and promise, and protection.
It raised me up in the cradle of one of its great branches.
And high above the ground I watched from above myself, hidden in the tree, as two soldiers,
special forces, in full masks and gear, hunter-killers, stalked by, and now I was
not me but the man in the frame, cradle in the tree, were all of us, all men who kept
the faith.
I saw what looked like aliens, at first just a skeletally-thin hand, skin the blackest green-grey,
mottled. Then an arm, and then its face. I sensed there were more then one.
It's head was like a softly rounded pyramid, turned on its side so the point of this softly curved pyramid
was the front of the face, and the head was very bulbous in back, and very narrow in front, and
the head was wider than it was tall. Very near to the front of the head, maybe an inch from the front
of the face, to either side of the face, at almost 180 degrees apart, were two perfectly round shiny black eyes
without pupils, maybe an inch or two inches in diameter, black, distinctly convex and bulging from the surface of
the lense (but not necessarily from the head), the eyes themselves appearing to be set on
the face, rather than in the face. A tongue, maybe 8-10 inches long, pink, flicked out and in once or twice
rapidly, moving as if with a mind of its own. I thought of ant-eaters and high in orbit in the earths atmosphere
for some reason. I sensed they wanted to lie to me by telling me the truth of some things, to 'shape' perception
as it were. I sensed they controlled all events on earth, and they revealed in the dream that every
so often, when they were resisted too thoroughly, and when conditions were ripe, they would institute
revelatory processes over the whole earth. For by so doing, when all knew the truth of anything they
desired to know, including others thoughts, people could not accept others disagreements, and
did not care at the extraordinary phenomenon of this revelations process, and I sensed on countless
worlds they had carried this out, either as final gambits, or as the final stage of their process.
I saw numerous fighting in the streets, so much chaos and disorder, that militaries around the world
even struggled to maintain their internal order. Fires. Domestic conflict. The works.
The word 'conquer' and the word 'liberate' had no separate meanings to them, and I sensed
the closest and most correct interpretation was 'pacify'. They meaned to pacify us and
had been doing so for thousands of years in the dream.
I do not know if they intended to tell me these things, or if it was by accident, or they had no choice,
that was merely dream impressions.
I rejected them and either turned away, or was sent away.
And then before I woke, a sense of revelation, and the word 'revelation', though it
was voiceless. I saw china and russia dependent on iran. Their influence spread wide.
I saw america surrounded, almost cut off, completely surrounded, and they had wanted to
isolate us so thoroughly, to strangle us as with a noose. That almost all world leaders
had been bought by these two. I saw the leader of canada for some reason, but in abstract,
an older man, not the current one, and he too was aligned against us, meaning to tighten
the noose on behalf of china.
Mexico was not aligned against us, but was mostly neutral or, a better, inert, like a rock
with no life.
I saw trump, closely following an advisor, though I do not know who, it was a Rabbi,
it wasn't that one famous Rabbi from NYC, but in fact another, also old. And he was sitting in the
reading room with the man standing over him, and then the rabbi was also sitting.
And trump was entirely in the dark. I dreamed he had been raised up by this rabbi.
And he looked at this rabbi the same way a son did, and that his father had encouraged
this relationship, or perhaps the rabbi had entered and sensed trump's sadness at his
father's passing. And there was the sense that those who know Trump would expect
privately that he did not mourn his father's passing, but in fact Trump did, deeply.
So deeply that it had altered his views of life and death.
And then I saw Trump angry, changed. He had been going along, following bad advice,
and I sensed he was of two minds about it, like a go-along-to-get-along and also
at the same time privately furiously indignant, and that this was for him (mostly, but
not entirely) a personal indignation, like "why shouldn't I be able to fix this,
and do things the way I like and promised to?" like he balked, and that he had
made promises he knew he couldn't keep, but had hedged, hoping the circumstances
were right enough that he *could* keep them.
I dreamed obama in the white house. That obama had actually aided him somehow,
or advised him closely, which is weird. Thats dreams for you though.
Something had changed with Trump, something he was furious about. I saw midterms
and elections, and not fear, but rather anger, at the prospect of wrongly
being prosecuted and destroyed as retaliation once he lost political power.
I saw the PA shooting, just the blood on his ear, not fake, but real, though
in waking I don't believe it was real, but still.
I had a brief impression of the man behind him who had been shot.
I saw south africa, the persecution of its government. I saw Iryna, and many
others whose faces I know. Anger, furious anger, is the impression I got from Trump.
Like he had thrown all caution to the wind, had decided to do what he
*personally* thought best. That all his behaviors up to now amounted to boomerisms,
and were explainable as such, that his rise had been engineered, mostly by others
he wasn't even remotely aware of, that he thought it was all him that did it,
that he was a genius at financial engineer, and very very slow on the uptake,
and became completely foolish when flattered, and forced into a corner he
would rather take a bad candidate pick, a bad deal, then no-deal, because someone
at some point had convinced them that a no-deal was the same as being a loser.
Someone who wanted to manipulate him, someone who knew he would be pushed
to run for office, and this way he could be manipulated into constant bad
picks, just as it has worked out.
I dreamed the immigration thing was in fact Jared's idea, but what got Trump behind it
was a conversation he had with the chamber of commerce that ended in a shouting match,
personal animosity motivated it, and when it gained traction, though Trump liked
immigrants, he was stuck with it.
But now I saw anger at mexico and south america, disgust at illegals
(rather than all foreigners), just like a boomer. And I saw a new realization by him,
that he had come to understand, not fully, but deeply suspect at least, that the flatterers were
manipulators, even though he didn't want to believe it, felt bad even for believing it.
The perfect mark of a president.
After all was said and done, I saw him rip off blue boxing gloves, to reveal clenched
fists, red with blood pressure, and the view was that of looking up from a very low
angle, as if he were on a podium or platform, and I was right there, standing at
the edge looking up.
He turned his attention to china, then russia, then venezuela, then iran.
A folder, manilla was on his desk, a simple report of some sort, revelations.
The anger swelled. His advisors burst into his office, I got the sense they were
all in disarray, confounded, upset, confused, why almost nothing they told him
to do, or HOW they told him to do it, was sticking. Some of them told him to
slow his roll, while they texted to friends in various foreign nations, intent
on sabotaging the very policies and decisions they advised him to support.
I flashedback to earlier in the administration, an unspecified amount of time,
to a male, and a female, possibly representing a largerish group of others, perhaps
twelve, working in the whitehouse, all smirking, among the glow of their screens,
while they typed or facetimed each other. The text read 'we got him', "he won't recover
from this", "we fucked him over hard.", etc, etc, the arrogance, the self-satisfaction,
the spite, the self-interested ardent unthinking ideology, working like a script,
their sole focus, sabotaging him, 24/7, punishing him, hating him, destroying him,
slandering, they got a charge out of it, self-satisfaction, though they knew not
why they did it. Words like "racist", "fascist pig", "nazi scum", "bigot",
"hateful bigot", "murderer", "cowardly worm" played out, mere impressions.
That people in news rooms had specifically writing scripts, fully tailored, SPECIFICALLY
for this specific group of people, who were unaware the CNN and other news scripts
were *entirely* written for them, that the opposition had identified who was
likely to 1. stay behind, 2. had been false-conservative for years or who would
choose to hide it with trump entering, 3. that whatever the group, they all would
hide it, and reinforce both each other's extremism, and each other's cover stories.
And having identified these people IN trump's white house, going all the way back
to the first admin, the newsroom teams and two NGOs had become building entire
profiles of each of them, psych workups (as best could be done from a distance),
social media history, friends, first loves, colleagues, neighbors, highschool teachers,
old employers and former colleagues, the works. Complete and total profiles
of the hot button, exact phrases, emotional ax-wounds, and strings they could
pull on this group, and it would only work if this group were completely in
the dark about it.
They then began in the newsroom working in earnest, to manipulate JUST this group
of people. And it had worked flawlessly.
I dreamed then of china and russia, and then iran. I saw america invading,
iran not bombing any major u.s. infrastructure at home or abroad, weirdly
not leveling israel even when they did launch a few strays.
The leader was given asylum in russia, but would be reported dead, and this
was an arrangement with america that russia and iran had, as if someone was
saying "job well done" to the leader of iran, though he was not entirely
satisfied, and I sensed deep regret and disappointment, that he in a mild
sense that he had betrayed his nation.
The u.s. went in and there was great noise when we took over iran, with
direct troops on the ground for 'stability' and 'support'. And turmoil was
in the noise and on the streets, a great upset over whether we were
going into a full invasion.
But we rapidly established a base, ignoring demands from Israel which
cried out for reprisals over years of things that angered them.
And we took over the sea lanes and shipping lanes. Then, rather
than cut off russia or china, we began to sell oil to them, with
preference to russia, while india was left out in the cold.
This I saw in the dream was vendetta, against india buying russian oil.
This I got the impression, this whole set of events, was expected
and agreed on by russia and the u.s., with some of it also agreed
to china, but china mostly treated as an observer with equal standing,
informed of what would go down.
After all of this great anger rose in china, and there was civil unrest
and finally a rapid unification after uprisings were brutally put down
before they could really get off the ground. Everyone was unified over
demanding taiwan rejoin china. They demanded it, their government, furiously, but privately
the chinese already knew naval power was outdated, and in a protracted war it
didn't matter if america and allies didn't have a lot of missiles, we had enough
missiles such that we could sink their navy, and even if OURS were sunk in the process
too, our air power, and drones would leave them at a (potentially) fatal disadvantage.
With the scuttling of their ships on full display, it risked destabilizing their
strategic image projection, causing asian neighboring nations to reject chinese
policy cooperation, and thereby isolating china and leading to its collapse.
As I dreamed this, I saw chinese leadership, in their uniforms, both green, and black,
deeply concerned, not quite whispering, but hushed tones, in their pseudo-equivalent of congress,
urgently discussing the iran situation. The topic was that if Iran were to fall, russia
and europe, with the u.s., would likely have total tariff leverage over china, and
could starve china out till their government collapsed either from food riots or energy riots.
Worse, if russia fell, the BRICs would collapse, and take the SCO too, also leading
to china being economically isolated from the mere fallout of that deal.
And with iran down, the u.s. controlling shipping lanes, the USD would be revitalized,
chinese government would naturally lean in to a strengthening dollar because it
would be the only play available, grow complacent, and lose their opportunity
at pivoting the world fully first to multipolarity, and finally to chinese-backed currency.
They would lose that opportunity, forever.
And without the drones from Iran, either russia would fall, or China, or all of south
america if the u.s. so chose.
I dreamed China had to make an urgent decision very soon, that was the impression I got of
their top military-intelligence and highest leaders. That they would do something unexpected
to waylay the u.s. moving in for the kill against iran.
In all of this I dreamed two great banks were fighting, one located in asia minor and europe,
and one primarily centered on the western hemisphere. That there were factions everywhere,
most of u.s. intelligence was pro-u.s. mercantilism, and saw trump's moves as a way
to isolate and loot europe, while avoiding costly conflicts with russia and china. I heard
the words "I'm not going to a fucking war (Aaron? John?)! I'm almost into retirement,
with my pension." in some high level (but not the highest level, maybe 1-2 steps below the highest)
office, and the impression was it was in around january or february 2024.
But in all of this, whatever factions supported Trump or were against him,
(and there were israelis who were for, an against, and muslims who were for and against,
and even leftwingers in office or who had been in office who were privately for and against him)
banks, corporations, news agencies. A great whirlwind was around him, and no one could see
through it, and even Trump did not know all the things he would do, but he knew some things.
I heard the words "I'm tired of this bullshit. I'm gonna crush them, hammer these corrupt
sons of bitches in Iran, drive china out, take over south america, and if the russians want
to play ball then lets play ball, but if they want to fight, lord help them."
And I sensed now it was a mixture of vendetta, anger, righteous indignation, and very deeply
personal payback, that it was mostly about that last one, and that none of the intelligence
agencies saw how far he was willing to go now, or that he had changed, something internal.
And then what came next, I do not know, because I woke up.
Q people are probably gonna run away with this, ha.
