Post by liza on Feb 7, 2005 18:19:02 GMT -5
I had a dream... ahh it just... how do I put this...
Picture this, I'm married.. to the same man I am married to irl. We're in our apartment in a big city, presumably. There's violence, and this seems to be a normal part of our lives. We have taken measures to avoid it, by staying indoors during certain times. People just suddenly went so crazy.. I guess from eons of suppressed anger from being manipulated? Heh. Well damn.
It's another day to me... when I settle in for the night, in our master bedroom. I notice something odd on the ceiling at the left corner. It's distorted. I remember, feeling this was it.. it finally arrived, the thing I had been waiting since I was a toddler. As a toddler, I knew. It was something I've always feared. It came. This moment.
What do I do? I felt I needed to come to the ceiling.. touch it, and affirm my acceptance. But for what? My human mind could not comphrend, but my soul knew. And it approved. Suddenly, I see humanoid faces and figures looking down to me from the ceiling... it seems like a makeshift window/portal was created, and I just had to reach out.. I did. I found myself on a starship next second. I felt I made my decision right there. I looked around slowly, and my eyes met with the ones' eyes who had come for me.
There seemed to be 5 people in the room, all standing formally to welcome me. I can't remember being nervous.. it's as if I was born for this, and I knew what was expected of me and of them. One, perhaps the captain or the commander, came forth.. he had long white hair, and my soul knew his. I'm not sure how this works.. I communicated with him using a sign language- Norwegian. But I think we used telepathy, and my human mind was all mixed up.. trying to protect itself and all it has known since birth in light of this strange, new experience.
I think as soon as I met these people on board, I was "taken" back to a time... in memories. Whose memory? Good question! I see two warring fractions, one race is consisted of humanoids covered with cloaks and robes.. the heads are all hooded. They used makeshift weapons since I believe technology of ET origins was forbidden. The makeshift weapon was clever enough. They were battling this humanoid race... very primitive race, looked like trolls. Their auras were very brutuish to me. I got the sense that the people I met onboard even were there that day. Did that mean they had a very long life naturally, or it was just that theory of relativity thing when earth just ages faster while others age more slower in space? Correct me here if I'm mistakened.
Then... back on board....
I remember signing to the white haired man with the handsome face, and that he misunderstood the content of my signed words as something flirty. Although I was amused, I felt tickled pink! Was he thinking of me in that way, so it sort of slipped out? What was a girl to do? I then thought of my husband, wanted to keep in touch with him.. I requested for an internet access to be set up on board. Soon, I was back in my own apartment.. and it was day, instead of night. I suppose I stayed on board the whole night?
I had explained things to my husband, and I think he accepted it with a quiet regard. He went on working on my computer and gave it to me with instructions. I took it and set it up on a desk on the ship.. it was in the command area, I believe. I also saw another who had the same thing set up.. someone I knew from school, T. Elisabeth.
Next, I remember being in a black fancy car with dark tinted windows.. we were driving around, invisible except to those psychic ones who merely regarded us with friendliness and a knowing. We were safe, and observed violence on the street. People were so angry!
Was it just all a dream, or was it something more?
One more thing I should mention is that I've had a couple of similar dreams like this, and I've seen the white haired man in another earlier dream.
Picture this, I'm married.. to the same man I am married to irl. We're in our apartment in a big city, presumably. There's violence, and this seems to be a normal part of our lives. We have taken measures to avoid it, by staying indoors during certain times. People just suddenly went so crazy.. I guess from eons of suppressed anger from being manipulated? Heh. Well damn.
It's another day to me... when I settle in for the night, in our master bedroom. I notice something odd on the ceiling at the left corner. It's distorted. I remember, feeling this was it.. it finally arrived, the thing I had been waiting since I was a toddler. As a toddler, I knew. It was something I've always feared. It came. This moment.
What do I do? I felt I needed to come to the ceiling.. touch it, and affirm my acceptance. But for what? My human mind could not comphrend, but my soul knew. And it approved. Suddenly, I see humanoid faces and figures looking down to me from the ceiling... it seems like a makeshift window/portal was created, and I just had to reach out.. I did. I found myself on a starship next second. I felt I made my decision right there. I looked around slowly, and my eyes met with the ones' eyes who had come for me.
There seemed to be 5 people in the room, all standing formally to welcome me. I can't remember being nervous.. it's as if I was born for this, and I knew what was expected of me and of them. One, perhaps the captain or the commander, came forth.. he had long white hair, and my soul knew his. I'm not sure how this works.. I communicated with him using a sign language- Norwegian. But I think we used telepathy, and my human mind was all mixed up.. trying to protect itself and all it has known since birth in light of this strange, new experience.
I think as soon as I met these people on board, I was "taken" back to a time... in memories. Whose memory? Good question! I see two warring fractions, one race is consisted of humanoids covered with cloaks and robes.. the heads are all hooded. They used makeshift weapons since I believe technology of ET origins was forbidden. The makeshift weapon was clever enough. They were battling this humanoid race... very primitive race, looked like trolls. Their auras were very brutuish to me. I got the sense that the people I met onboard even were there that day. Did that mean they had a very long life naturally, or it was just that theory of relativity thing when earth just ages faster while others age more slower in space? Correct me here if I'm mistakened.
Then... back on board....
I remember signing to the white haired man with the handsome face, and that he misunderstood the content of my signed words as something flirty. Although I was amused, I felt tickled pink! Was he thinking of me in that way, so it sort of slipped out? What was a girl to do? I then thought of my husband, wanted to keep in touch with him.. I requested for an internet access to be set up on board. Soon, I was back in my own apartment.. and it was day, instead of night. I suppose I stayed on board the whole night?
I had explained things to my husband, and I think he accepted it with a quiet regard. He went on working on my computer and gave it to me with instructions. I took it and set it up on a desk on the ship.. it was in the command area, I believe. I also saw another who had the same thing set up.. someone I knew from school, T. Elisabeth.
Next, I remember being in a black fancy car with dark tinted windows.. we were driving around, invisible except to those psychic ones who merely regarded us with friendliness and a knowing. We were safe, and observed violence on the street. People were so angry!
Was it just all a dream, or was it something more?
One more thing I should mention is that I've had a couple of similar dreams like this, and I've seen the white haired man in another earlier dream.
