Epic Dream - Communism?

I dreamed last night that the guards came and woke me up, here on Federal death row, and told me I had an attorney visit (which is very common for death row prisoners, though I've never had one). So I got up, put on my "visiting shirt" (which I keep pressed and hanging neatly in the back of my locker, just in case I ever do get a visit). Oddly, the shirt was a somewhat worn silk shirt with a detailed floral pattern, instead of the cotton short sleave khak it is in reality. But, of course, in the dream this seemed "normal".

After some trouble with buttoning up the shirt (I couldn't seem to focus enough on the buttons, typical dream shit), the guards chained me up and escorted me to the visiting area. At one point (a minor detail) I had trouble squeezing UNDER a large security door that was closing down on me very slowly. The guards had to pull me through. Then they took me to the visiting area and told me to go in by myself.

I had to pass through some sort of private office with walls of half-glass in order to get to the visiting room which I could see through the windows. There were a lot of other people around, both in the office and visiting area. When I entered the visiting room a short "lawyer-like" man in a suit approached me and said he was my attorney. He told me that I was being transfered to another "program" / prison so I could take court ordered classes. In the dream I recalled having heard about the "program". It was a controversal low-security training program with extremely strict rules that few prisoners could tolerate. I recalled rumors about brainwashing and severe discipline. But, I thought it might be something I could manipulate to some advantage, so I agreed to do the transer. The lawyer told me to wait in the visiting room and I would be transfered shortly.

Immediately after the lawyer left two "inmates", obviously from the program, wearing "Russian" long coats and "commie" hats (black fur stove-pipes), approached me and very cordially introduced themselves. Then they left and told me to wait for them to come get me for the program.

I waited a long time (it seemed) and was starting to worry that something had gone wrong with the transfer, when they finally returned and escorted me to the program compound.

At this juncture in the dream I suddenly became "aware" of some other prisoners, and a dog (German Shepherd) who were trying to escape the compound by climbing over a tall wall topped with acid-poisoned razor wire. I'm not sure how this sequence fit into the dream, nor even if the escaping prisoners were successful or not (they made it over the top of the wall, with the dog, but that was all I "saw"). I'm not even clear if the scene was past, present, or future, though it seemed like some sort of "warning".

Then I was in the compound. I was in a large group of new recruits. We were all just teenagers, and we were being prepared (given uniforms and weapons) to fight another group of recruits... to the death, by means of conventional urban warfare.

The Spider-Sky People

I often think that my dreams are way too heavily influenced by the kinds of movies I like to watch and books I like to read. But, then again, according to Joseph Campbell, Carl Jung, and many others, many modern movies and books are just as symbolically significant as the ancient myths and legends that teach us so much about the innermost workings of our minds, as individuals as well as civilizations. That being said, let me tell you about yet another “Aquarian” dream that I just had last night.

This dream started in an established post-apocalyptic world that had lost many major technologies, such as airplanes, cell phones, and the Internet, but had retained some technology, such as stand-alone computers, televisions and cars. It wasn’t “Mad Max”, but much more lawful and “civilized”.

In fact, it was too “civilized”. The government controlled every detail of our lives. So much so that a group of us had banded together in an effort to overthrow, or “throw off” the oppressive government.

But, the government was too strong. It had the support of too many people who were terrified that the devastating wars and calamities that destroyed the world might happen again. Even though these people never even knew the world from before the “Great Tragedy” because it happened well before their time, the government made sure they “remembered” through strict control of the written history.

It was this “history” that we “rebels” sought to challenge and expose as a fabrication of twisted and distorted truths. But, like Mark Twain once said, it’s easier to fool people than it is to convince them that they have been fooled. So, we had only managed to make ourselves outlaws, and were being hunted by the “police” of this brave new world.

(Note: some of the above backstory for this dream is a fabrication itself, made from my best and most sincerely honest attempt to fill in the missing backdrop for what happens next. The rest, below, is a much more factual account of what actually happened in my dream, as I remember it.)

I, and a fellow escaping dissident, kept climbing higher and higher into a tangled mess of wreckled and abandoned buildings that were strictly off limits under the current regime. We climbed up until we reached a ceiling in the wreckage that prevented us from going any further. But, when we explored the extent of the ceiling barrier, we discovered an opening that would allow us to pass into new territory above (some place no one from our “world” had gone before). We both crawled through the opening one at a time.

We came out on the other side at the top of an extremely high... uh... “cliff”, or “perch” of some sort, that overlooked the world below --- our world --- from far above the clouds. And we weren’t alone. As soon as I came out on the other side, I saw a bunch of skinny dark-skinned people hanging from... uh,... vines?... that extended up into the sky.

They weren’t vines, though. They were “chains” of some kind of long-legged spidery type of things. These “spiders” were attached to the people they supported by the skin, and then formed long chains by connecting to each other by their “legs”. The people suspended in this way could move around without ever touching the ground by swinging from these spider-chains, which would disconnect and reconnect as needed so the person swinging could move any direction they wanted, including up or down.

We greeted these skinny spider-people, and they were very friendly. They showed us how to swing from the spider-chains, which was scary at first because it seemed like the chains were too flimsy to support our weight, but they weren’t. They were very strong and secure, and as it turned out, easy to manipulate (i.e. detach and reattach) so we could move around through the sky like they did.

No one spider-person stood out as an individual, but together they took us to their “city” and explained to us along the way that they were descendants of the same human race as us. But, after the “Great Tragedy” they evolved to survive in the sky, per se, via the spider-chains. They also evolved a unique culture without formal laws or any form of government or religion. They explained that “The Truth” was their primary guiding principle, and the source of all order and justice in their society.

I noticed at this point that these spider-sky people were all naked, and some were having sex even as they “spoke” to us (though still, none spoke directly to us --- they just “conveyed” understanding in that dreamlike way). They explained that the closest thing they had to a “leader” was an “oracle-child” that was selected via group consensus as needed, usually to accomodate circumstances that required some form of formal decision; such as the appearance of strangers from the world below (us).

We were hence being escorted to meet such an oracle-child. The children are selected according to their natural ability to connect with Universal Wisdom and hence represent the Will of the One. They were always volunteers, and never compelled to act or decide anything. But, the decisions they made, and any pronouncements they made were considered “law”, even from children as young as five or six, and never beyond puberty.

Before we actually met with the child who had been vetted in our cause by some completely natural means we were “shown” (images placed in our minds) other such oracle-children in the act of “ruling”. The scenes appeared very “religious” in nature, though we were assured that the ceremonies were natural manifestations, not “invented” by intent, and that no two were the same. All of the child-oracles were naked, of course, and many of them were clearly masturbating enthusiastically as they were surrounded by those participating in the, ...uh... “ceremony”, or whatever it was.

It was all very formal and seemed arranged though it wasn’t. There were sometimes elaborate head-dresses, and thrones, and other artifacts, each created just for the one “ceremony”. In all cases the child was never coached or told what to do, but just did what he or she wanted, and the other participants accomodated the oracle’s whims.

We were finally lead to a large open aired chambed where our “ceremony” would take place. There was a pile of facy pillows where the oracle-child would sit in our case, but the child herself had not yet arrived, nor even been selected. It was understood that the child would arrive in her own time, but soon.

That’s as far as the dream went before I was awaken by some noise outside of my cell. I should note that at no point in the dream with the spider-sky people did I feel apprehensive, or like I was being --- or, going to be --- judged. I don’t know what merits, if any, there might be for such an “oracle-child” system of “law and order”; it is not something I have ever thought about before. But, I will certainly be giving it some thought now. All-in-all it was an interesting and enjoyable dream.

[J.D. March 16, 2016]

Healing Hands Of Brotherly Love

I just awoke from one of those dreams that seem to dramatically convey an important life lesson that I might not otherwise have to come to realize.

In the dream, I was returning with a close friend to my childhood home from some sort of adventurous “mission”. My friend and I, both of us mature men, were carrying my “real life” brother (who, incidentally, in “real life” died from a heart aneurysm shortly after my arrest in 2005) who had been injured during our mission together.

My brother's injury took the form of a life-threating “addiction”, and we had brought him “home” in hopes of discovering exactly what he was addicted to in order to cure him. My friend and I carried my brother's limp body into the living room of the house where I had grown up, and laid him on the couch with the lights off and wrapped in a dark blanket (which becomes a significant detail in a moment...).

My friend and I knew that the source of my brother's addiction/illness was in this house. So we began walking around, with the lights still off but with enough light coming in from outside for us to see. I “sensed” that the thing my brother was addicted to was here, and I even felt that I knew what it was, but just couldn't remember for some reason. So I shuffled around from room to room in the dark trying to spark my memory while my friend made suggestions for what it could be, and otherwise encouraged me to remember.

At one point, as I was passing through the living room, my friend suggested that it might help me remember if I sat with my brother and comforted him. So I sat on the edge of the couch and placed my hands on my brother's head in an embracing and loving manner. I could sense that this was the right thing to do, and I began to feel a welling of emotion. I became convinced that if I gave in to the emotion that somehow the truth I needed to know would be revealed. I also sensed that the truth I sought was somehow hidden within myself, and not in the house at all, though I still needed to be in the house for the truth to be revealed.

I remember clearly at this point in the dream feeling the heat of my brother's head in my hands, and being repulsed by it! The warmth of my brother's living body scared me, and I wanted to pull away instead of drawing him closer. It was then that I realized that my brother's sickness was caused by ME! His “addiction” was a response to my own fear of loving him. Because I pulled away from him, he desperately turned to other sources of comfort – false sources, which were what made him ill.

So, this time, instead of pulling away, I pulled my brother closer. And this caused a rather cinematic scene to unfold in my dream. The dark blanket that covered my brother became bright white as it unfolded and spread itself out flat, thus symbolizing that a healing had occurred.

Then, the scene shifted. It was days later, and I was outside in front of the same house, holding the white blanket. It was daytime out, and my friend, who turned out to also be my neighbor from across the street, was walking up my driveway for a cordial visit. Earlier in the dream, my friend was only a vague undefined person, but now he was clearly a young Chevy Chase (perhaps inspired by the commercials I've seen on T.V. recently for the new “Vacation” movie..?). He asked how my brother was doing, and I jokingly told him that I was going to wrap my brother in the blanket I was holding and dump him in the street. We laughed, and then I told him more sincerely that my brother had in fact just presented the blanket to me as a gift, and he was inside still recooperating but doing well.

Then I woke up, and knew immediately that this was a dream I had to write down, so I did.

[J.D. August 1, 2015]

A Liberated World

I seem to have a lot of dreams in which I serendipitously occupy a world that is clearly not the one I presently live in. During the dream I typically don't give much thought to the contradictory and often impossible circumstances. Only after I wake up does the significance of its strangeness occur to me at all. This dream, that I had last night (July 2, 2015) is an excellent case in point.

In my dream I was walking past a pool area for a hotel where I was a guest. As I passed, a large family of notorious nudists were entering the pool area as well. I say “notorious” because the person I was in this dream understood that in his world (the “dream world”, though he/I certainly didn't think of it as that from in the dream itself) nudity (and nudists) were not common, but neither were they particularly remarkable, except in the case of this family of nudists because they were well known --- not as nudists, but more because of their closeness and success in general (think; “the Kennedy's”).

As I continued around the pool on my way to my room I saw the family, mother, father, three or four teen boys (most of them I noticed had no pubic hair) and one preteen girl (also quite hairless) wade into the pool and start playfully splashing each other. They were all very attractive people, and I paid particular attention to the young girl as she frolicked with her older brothers. I couldn't help but notice that she seemed to have a well-developed vulva for her age that protruded very attractively between her legs. I also noticed that she was not in the least bit shy about letting anyone see it, including me.

Of note at this point (a personal note that I did not consciously make until after waking from my dream) was that I felt no shame about observing this girl or her family at all. I observed them much with the same unconcealed interest that one might give to an interesting piece of public art as I walked past. And I didn't gloat or stare lustfully either. I just took in the scene as nonchalantly as one might take in the same scene in our “real” (present) world if they were all wearing swimsuits instead. There was nothing remarkable about what was happening in the dream at all --- at least not for anyone actually there, in the “dream world”.

So, anyway, I continued on past the pool and entered one of the halls leading away from the pool area and shortly found my room, which I entered and began preparing for a night's rest. But, before I could do much more than kick off my shoes, someone knocked. When I opened the door I found the same young girl, still nude and displaying herself as naturally as before, standing in the hall by herself.

She said, “I noticed you looking at me by the pool and thought maybe you'd like to see me a little closer. Can I come in?”

Unfortunately at this point I was just starting to wake up, and the dream dissolved before it went any further. But, upon waking I didn't carry the dream over into fantasy the way you might expect. Instead I became instantly fascinated by all the unusual implications of what I was feeling, and thinking, about what was happening in the dream.

I noticed for example that the girl was fearless, and clearly not concerned about “safety”. She was also extremely liberated in a “hippie” sense of it, even though she couldn't have been more than twelve years old. I also realized that her family, not to mention everyone else in this “dream world” seemed unconcerned about such things, as though all of this were completely natural and commonplace.

This got me thinking about something I saw on a new SyFy-series (called “Dark Matter”) where one of the characters (a young girl) seems to be having other people's dreams. Am I having other people's dreams? That would actually explain a lot of dreams I have where I do, think, and feel emotions that are totally contrary to who I am in the “real” world. Maybe I'm not only dreaming other people's dreams, but my dreams are from other worlds entirely (and are only grafted onto my experiences from this world that are stored in my brain).

If that's so, then maybe dreams are a kind of “bridge” after all, that connects us not just across space and time, but dimensions as well. And, even more profoundly, perhaps this “connection” has some significant and natural purpose that has something to do with the very purpose and reason for our existence!

That would be a far cry from the typical “random brain activity” excuse for dreams that most people pretend to believe in (and that makes no sense at all in the face of our clearly coherent and patterned dreams that have a clearly independent purpose of their own). We only think dreams are meaningless because we can't deficer their meaning. But, the meaning is clearly there.

In this dream, for example, I didn't realize until after I woke up and started thinking about it that such a world, where children are as sexually and socially liberated as adults, is not only possible, but completely natural (as born out by the history and science of our “real” world) once the oppressive influences of those who want to shape the world according to their own very limitted views (i.e. Christians mostly). I actually dream of such a generally liberated world often (some of these dreams I have blogged about here as well), and sometimes find myself crying when I am forced to wake up and return to the so-called “real world”.

[J.D. July 2, 2015]

Dream Police?

Obviously, for those who've been paying any attention, I'm one of those people who think that dreams have something coherent to tell us, if we just.. uh.. pay attention. I don't take this «belief» of mine very seriously though (I generally don't take anything I only «believe» very seriously); so, for whatever it's worth here's a dream that has been bothering me for the last two days because of the «message» it seems to impart. I'll tell you the dream first, so you can think about what it means yourself. Then, I'll tell you what it means to me.

The entire dream --- or, at least the part I remember with the «message» --- can be written in one paragraph: I'm by myself in a car (sedan) that is moving driver-less through a store parking lot. I'm riding in the back seat, looking out the windows and I see an attractive child. I say to myself --- thinking nobody else is in the car to hear --- «Man, I would fuck the shit out of that!» (or something similarly obscene). Suddenly I notice that the car isn't driver-less after all. There are two «adults» sitting in the front, and one is clearly the driver. I suddenly feel embarrassed about what I just said, and I wonder if they could hear me or not.

That's the entire (relevant portion of the) dream. What do you think it means? Let me provide you with some contextual information that might help you figure out.

First, it is a fact that in reality (i.e. when I am awake and consciously existing) I am in the habit of making obscene comments, like the one in this dream, to myself when I'm sure nobody can hear me. If there is any chance that someone might hear, then I just think them to myself. I consider this a playful and harmless habit, and I don't obsess over it. I simply make the comment (or think it) then move on to other things in my mind, often without breaking stride (or my stream of thought). Like I said, it's just a silly game I play, perhaps as a way to make myself feel a little less «condemned» for being a «pervert» by simply affirming the «perverted» thoughts to myself in this way. (The «perverted» thoughts aren't just about children. I also frequently say, or think, things like, «Fuck my fag ass», or «punk me»; not to mention the «usual» obscene things that any «normal» man might think when he sees an appealing woman.)

Secondly, cars in my dreams seem to have a consistent symbolism. They represent the general body of events in my life as an individual. In other words, the car is a symbol for the life I lead. So, a sports car symbolizes a «fast and furious» life, while a sedan is a symbol for a more conservative life. More significantly, I frequently dream that I am driving a car but can't control it, and I believe this is a direct indication of the lack of control I frequently experience over my life. In fact, I have observed that when I do manage to drive a car under control in a dream that it always corresponds to a period in my life where I feel more in control of events than usual.

When you put the dream I had a couple of days into this context I think the «meaning» becomes hauntingly clear. Think about it.

   Go on... think about it.

I'm in the backseat of a car. Clearly not only not in control, but not even AT the controls. But, somebody is (at the controls) because the car is moving purposefully through a parking lot (and what might the parking lot symbolize?). I see a child, make my obscene comment, and suddenly the driver and a companion appear. Were they there all the time? Was I simply ignorant of their presence (i.e. ignoring them unconsciously)? I someone at the controls of my life this very moment; someone I can't «see» because of my «ignorance» (or «ignorence» (sic) as I like to say sometimes)?

I have been consciously «letting go» of control over my life more and more lately. Could this dream be trying to tell me that by doing so I'm essentially letting other «beings» drive my life for me? And if so, is that «good», or «bad»? And are «they» listening to me, maybe even to my thoughts, as I mumble or think my obscene little private game? Maybe it's not as private as I thought! That actually fits with my belief that nothing we ever say, or do, or think is ever truly private at all. Is this dream affirming that belief, or mocking it?

It's questions like these that make me want to climb into the «backseat» in the first place. There is simply no way to answer them, and hence, no way to «see where my life is heading» even if I were «at the controls».

So, the dream makes me wonder...should I let «them» drive (and perhaps let them «park» my life)? Or, should I be in the front seat, behind the wheel, at least trying to drive my life even though I can't even «see» where I'm going, much less manage to control the «car»? Am I expected to «learn» control over my life this way (i.e. blindly and out of control)? (Isn't that the way we learn the fundamental things in life, like how to walk and talk?)

Whatever the dream may or may not be «saying», it certainly gives me a lot to think about. It could also just be a reflection, in symbols, of my own ongoing internal conflicts and questions. Whatever it is, it's fun to think about. :)

[J.D. March 17, 2015]

Who Is Mike Payton?

   I often have dreams in which I think and behave in ways that are completely uncharacteristic to who I am when I am awake. Sometimes I dream that I am a person that in real life I would gag at the very thought of being, like a cop, or a politician (I have dreamed of being both of these). And what's even more peculiar is that in these dreams I am completely immersed in the character; I generally do not realize at all that I am not who I would normally be (in some other «waking» world). Last night I had one of those dreams, but the uncharacteristic thinking and behavior was very subtle this time, and all the more interesting.

   In the dream I was tinkering with my motorcycle in the side parking lot of a well lit service station at night (in real life I have never owned or even driven a motorcycle, though I dream of them often and have no real-life qualms about owning one). I noticed two young women nearby and asked them for some information. They seemed friendly and willing to help. Then I realized that I needed something to protect my eyes (i.e. safety glasses --- a very characteristic concern in this case) as I worked on the bike. So, I asked one of the nearby women if she had a pair of old glasses or safety goggles that I could borrow. She said she didn't, but they might sell them inside the service station. I agreed with her and entered the station to look.

   That was when I did the first subtly uncharacteristic thing. I left my motorcycle unattended in the parking lot with the keys still in it, all without a second thought. That is something I would never do in real life. I'd consider it leaving an «invitation» to a thief. But, in the dream I thought nothing of it and entered the store part of the service station to look for some eye protection with no concerns.

   The store was modern, well lit, and spacious. I found a display rack of glasses near the register, but none of these seemed to suit my needs (they were all strange neo-modern «sun glasses» though none of them were tinted at all), so I looked around and found another display of more expensive glasses which did have a pair that suited my needs but were far too expensive (about $80).

   It was only then, as I was examining the expensive glasses that a concern came into my mind about my bike. I thought I'd better not leave it for too long, and then also realized that I'd stupidly left my keys in the ignition. So I hurriedly left the store and, of course, discovered my bike was gone.

   But the women i'd spoken to earlier were still there, so I asked them if they had seen who took my bike. The one who suggested I look for glasses int eh store said, «Yes, Mike Payton did.»

   I couldn't believe my ears! Not only did she see who took my bikew, but she knew exactly who took it! I had to ask again, «Who?»

   «Mike Payton», she said, «I thought it was his bike. He just hit some guy and then rode off on it.»

   I asked if she could spell his name, which she did (though the spelling did not make any sense after I woke up and thought about it, it began «PIA...») and then she lead me around to the other side of the store where there was a pay phone so I could call the police.

   And that was when I did the second subtly uncharacteristic thing of following a stranger into an unknown location and not even taking stock of my surroundings. In other words, I let myself be led into a trap, something I normally would not do in real life (I'm a very wary person, and learned to always be aware of my surroundings while I was in prison as a matter of survival). So, I never noticed the large «biker» character (who was standing in the shadows but still in plain sight). Actually, I did notice him, but just didn't consider the significance of his presence until it was too late; and that's what was so uncharacteristic of me («being aware of your surroundings» precisely means considering the significance of everything around you!)

   I innocently (or “ignorantly”) asked the girl if she'd tell the police what she told me as I headed for the phone. But, before she could even answer, the biker stepped out of the shadows and confronted me. I said, “Who are you?” and he said, “Mike Payton”, of course, and then proceeded to pound my face into the ground.

   That was when I woke up and began pondering the dream. It wasn't until I woke up though that I realized the whole thing was a set up, and I ignorantly helped make it happen. I was as much a part of the robbery as Mr. Payton and his girlfriend, precisely because of my uncharacteristic ignorance. I should never have sent the “invitation” and I should have been more aware (or “conscious”) of what was going on. Then the “crime” wouldn't have happened. That is what struck me about this dream. It seemed like a perfect example of how a “victim” often ignorantly (a.k.a. “innocently”) participates in the crime. So-called “criminals” instinctively look for this “willingness” to participate. I've seen it happen over and over in real life, and have literally “walked away” from many would-be crimes that I “saw coming” a mile away. Perhaps you can credit my experience in prison for this, but I prefer to think of it as the mere absence of a victim mentality. And by, “victim mentality” I don't mean the part before a crime happens; the part that invites, and then facilitates the crime, exactly as I so uncharacteristically did in this dream.

[J.D. December 12, 2014]

P.S. I would argue that the “System” promotes this “victim mentality” in order to justify its “authority” to “protect” us. In defense of this argument I'd offer the fact that any police officer knows exactly what I'm talking about, and yet any effort made to convey this understanding to do general public is quickly suppressed and strongly discouraged for “political reasons”. The consensus seems to be that people shouldn't have to protect themselves; that's what the government is for. The effect, however, is that people “innocently” let themselves be the victims of crime all so the government can pretend to protect the after the fact.

P.P.S. In two separate movies I saw on the prison T.V. the day and day after this dream the lead characters were named Payton. The first I had never seen before (“Ride Along”); the second I had (“Pandorum”). Coincidence?

Super Spy Quantum Device

I dreamed last night that I was in a stadium sized aircraft hangar that had been built on the crest of a mountain. The hangar was under attack and I was one of the defenders. I seemed to be some sort of coup. We were quickly overrun, and while several small fighter planes were shot down inside the hangar (which was big enough to fly inside), one large transport got off the ground and then crashed through the hangar wall and out into the open.

I noticed that the attackers were distracted by the escaping plane, o I made a run for it across the floor of the hangar toward a door on the other side. When I got to the door I found it locked, apparently by the attackers who wanted to prevent anyone from escaping. And behind me the attack force leader had seen me trying to escape and was chasing after me himself with clear intentions of killing me.

I only had seconds. I was unarmed and defenseless. My only hope was escape. Further away I saw another door, but I knew it would be locked as well. So instead I tried a window hoping the attackers forgot to lock it, and they did!

The window opened and I jumped through just as the enemy leader reached me. Once outside I turned to face my attacker. I knew if I ran that he could easily overtake me. But, as he himself came through the window he would be temporarily off guard, so I attacked at that moment with bare hands.

I grabbed the other man, who was much larger than me, by the throat, high up in a grip that I knew would cause paralyzing pain. I held him like this for a moment, intentionally hurting him even though I knew I could not seriously harm him in this way. Then after a moment I shifted my grip to a lower position on the throat that I knew would cut the blood off to his brain and render him temporarily unconscious; long enough for me to tie his hands and feet with a piece of nylon string that I produced mysteriously.

He began to regain unconsciousness as I was still fumbling to get the string secured, but he didn’t struggle. He seemed to be resigned to his fate at this point, though I fully expected him to fight. I didn’t have time to check my knots as several other attackers had seen us and were only seconds away. I ran behind a wall and tried to hide only a few feet away from where I had tied up their leader. When the other attackers arrived they untied him, and as soon as he was free he ordered them to capture me instead of killing me. He wanted to “make me pay” for what I did to him.

So they grabbed me and pushed me in his direction. Face to face on even ground he had clear advantage and easily put me under his heel, literally, as he began kicking me in the face with the heel of his boot. I thought I was dead for sure, but after just one or two kicks he consulted some sort of information device and stopped kicking me.

The device seemed to be some sort of quantum probability device that could tell him what effect killing me (or any other action) would have on his ultimate political/military objective. Apparently the device indicated that I must be allowed to live, or the greater objective would be lost. It was as though the device could see the future, or at least one small clearly defined aspect of the future; i.e. the “objective”, and anytime this “objective” was altered by so much as the flap of a butterfly’s wing the device would so warn.

With this device, the attacking force had an advantage that could only be overcome by essentially “cornering” the device in such a way that no alternative actions remained that allowed the “objective” to succeed. In other words, no matter what they did the objective would fail, device or not. (it’s interesting to note that prior to this dream I had never imagined such a “device”, though such a device could explain many of the “delusions” I have had in the past regarding the way so many circumstances in my life seem to have been engineered so that certain “objectives” would occur; objectives that benefit our government, not me. It’s also interesting that according to my understanding of quantum physics, such a device could in theory be produced, it would be in essence no more than a quantum computer, which has been in development for several decades now!)

Now, back in the dream, instead of trying to kill me, the attackers took me back to their headquarters, which turned out to be a kind of super-spy agency (think, “Men in Black”). I was to be given a mission, which “they” knew I would not fail because of the device they had.

But, I noticed that another one of their own agents suddenly decided to not do what he was supposed to do (deliver a package) because he knew the device indicated he’d be killed if he did. So, I reasoned the device worked both ways; by indicating what was necessary for success it also indicated what was necessary for failure. But, since I did not have access to the device myself, I reasoned again that if it could be defeated then the best way to do so would be to behave unpredictably.

So, rather than cooperating with “them”, as they seemed to expect me to, I instead got up and simply walked out of the headquarters building, right past dozens of enemy agents, by acting like I knew what I was doing. I made my way to an elevator, which took me down to a sub-basement tram station, and I boarded the first tram I could. Soon I was speeding along through a city that I assumed was Budapest because of the architecture (old and ornate buildings with intricate and foreboding statues carved directly into the structural stonework).

Unfortunately I woke up a few moments later, but not before enjoying some incredibly detailed scenery of a lake and natural cliffs in the distance. The dream was vivid and detailed throughout and seemed to introduce several new concepts that I had never dreamed before, which is why I wrote it here.