11/15/2004 09:14:00 AM
---that ole "getting up from a bad dream" kind of feeling!
It *WAS* a very bad dream!!
It began when I woke up to see that I was in some huge city, and there was some poor lost soul wandering the streets, utterly clueless about anything at all. No car, no
possessions, as if he just materialized there out of the air!
in a way, I see, he DID just that, in a sense as the scenery, as this dream unfolds, appears to be not of any city on this earthplane!!
I could tell that by the "magical" way that machines operate, the "fluidness" of how the scenery changes....
but this was no cartoon! A "real world". Full of people too, and the streets stretched off to the horizon, endlessly.
I followed this guy as he stumbled from one "reality neighborhood" to another, areas of the city that seemed to have a specialty. There was a section of square miles that looked like a "ghetto" and everyone there, all 10,000+ people, where doing drugs.
in fact every single shop sells drugs of one kind or another, out in the open as if everything were utterly legal! Between the shops were many many bars and and pubs and dance places. The streets were packed with people all high on something.
then there was the Zone where there were hundreds and hundreds of rug shops and stalls where only oriental rugs were sold. All of the people there looked "middle eastern".
then there was a area of blocks and blocks of nothing but bookstores and open bookstalls as if there never ever was rain there. Packed with people of course.
the Industrial zone was next, miles and miles of foundries and pipes.
Somehow he got with a band of motorcyclists who got him out into a kind of countryside, a countryside that seemed not to obey the rules of nature and of the earth! Funny skies and roads to nowhere and to everywheres!
[poor guy. He must have died and he must have been one of the residents of my, or another, senior resident place. Maybe 80 years old and very very conservative, stuck in the 1950s in mindset and then 'against" everything of the modern age.
Not a Christian of course, no soul life at all. Perhaps a retired engineer or maybe a business person. Now he died and went to a Low Place in the afterlife, and the Guides will let him COOK in this astral hell for a bit of time! There might not have been a bit of any kind of "preparation" for the afterlife, and he might have "gone down hard" at the end of his life, a bitter old man, seeing how the 2000s
are nothing but bad..Angry and obstinate!]
so here is now is, near the end of this dream. Standing next to yet *another*
neiborhood of thousands and thousands of people who share a mindset. Lost. Bewildered. Not even knowing the name of the place that he stands in and no one to help him, to be the Authority for His Choices, like when he was alive!
[in WW II, one Obeyed authority, you could die in 10 seconds on the battlefield if you thought for yourself! In the 1944 civilian life, you placed your family, your town, your country first and you came utterly last! So as this generation grows older, they would like a leader-figure to make all of the choices in life for them, let others do the thinkings for them.
lost, utterly lost, no way to find a leader here. Everything that he denies in life seems to be all that there is, here, with a cast of 200,000!
well....He finds out soon enough what *this* neiborhood is all about!
Homo men! Hundreds of shops and hundreds of partybars and Clubs. The streets are packed body to body with thousands of homo men and mostly naked.
Suddenly, a whole block or two or three, of the gay residents, see him standing just outside of this area! They rush up to him.
As this dream ends, I see that he is mobbed by thousands of homo men, his hetrosexuality will very very soon be gone, against his will, as 3000 gay men de-flower him and make him one of their own, probably for years and years....A never-ending
there *are* hells, after all, new agers: this is not the first one that I have been to, over the years. when I astral travel to the afterlife, some of the places are NOT nice