This dream came to me on
the morning of Saturday October 4, 2014.
There are political
elements inside of this dream, but I am explaining the dream to you
as it happened. This is not any kind of endorsement for any political
party, or politicians of any ilk. As you should know by now, if I
wanted to do some politicking it would be out front and in your face.
However, you should also know that I have renounced all politics --
and I have particularly declared my revulsion of the idiotic practice
of Voting.
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There I was, dreaming
along.
My dream streams are
something to see, and usually much better than the movies that are
being produced these days. For one reason, I do not watch movies or
films. I grew out of that decades ago. Nowadays, I observe -- and
either appreciate or depreciate.
I know so much about
film-making and techniques, and I have such a huge collection of
examples and characters and evaluations in my mind, that any film or
movie that comes my way is merely a specimen for examination. I have
an entire table in my house for microscopes. I examine all sorts of
creatures that thrive and flourish in my amazon backyard. I treat
movies and films from the 'outside' the same way.
Movies and documentary
films from the 'inside', are another matter entirely. I use such
'videos' as material for my stories and books and messages. When I
dream, however, they run in a controlled amok. They operate on their
own independence, within the forces of what is 'excellence'. It is
not like any process operating within written guidelines. It is more
like a very complex collection of ideas flowing along and being
influenced by pre-existing forces of Truth. Truth about what is Good
and what is Evil. What is likely to be possible, and what is not.
What could really happen, and what could not. Forces, affecting
forces.
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In this dream stream, I
was looking through the stream to the other side; where there was a
very attractive black vixen wearing next to nothing, in pink
nothings, and swishing her hips and ample breasts about for some
sultry reason. I was about to swim over there and latch onto her,
when this dream started instead.
A series of large and
modern buildings appeared before me, set down into a very large
office complex. The grounds were very green with large grass lawns
and replete with flower gardens; which is what a lot of such places
do when the buildings themselves are not very attractive. The complex
was miles by miles in size, and I could not see the borders of it.
The buildings that I did see, were of that modern blockhouse type;
that are none too long on architecture, and are rather designed for
maximum usage and inside spacing; while being somewhat fashionable on
the outside with mirrored windows. All of the windows of these
buildings were mirrored towards the outside world. To look at them
was to look elsewhere. The windows of the buildings were tinted with
a faint dark blue, and the steel support structures were all black
with shining chrome trim everywhere. Each building had a protruding
foyer at its entrance, with a very large parking canopy of similar
steel and chrome.
There was a line of those
buildings, I am not sure how many, and they were all very large and
tall. They were twice as high as they were wide, and they seemed to
be about eight hundred feet wide.
If there were more lines
of these buildings I did not see them, my attention was focused on
the fact that the first of those buildings (as seen from above by
myself) was filled with Humans. It was a Human building. I was flying
above the building and off to one side, so I had about a forty-five
degree approach to it. I knew what was going on in that building,
even though I was not down there.
There was a ceremony going
on at the ground level, and it was a wedding, but there was also a
disruption. Somehow, HObama the Pervert was coming to the building.
Every Human there, was aghast at that news. HObama, and ten long
limousines with QueerSwats were coming to the building!
The Humans had to perform
the Human Marriage as fast as they could, because the building had to
be evacuated before HObama and the QueerSwats arrived! I could see
the bride in white and yellow, and the groom dressed in a black tux;
and all of the relatives and friends dressed in many brightly colored
costumes. Of course, the place was bedecked with flowers everywhere,
and balloons and children dressed up in their best clothes.
Time flashed forwards for
me, probably fifteen minutes, and now the building was being emptied
of all occupants -- before HObama and the QueerSwats arrived. I flew
in great circles around the building watching all of the evacuation.
Eventually, I was satisfied that all of the Humans were gone.
The scene fell silent,
completely. It was about late morning, and a brief shower passed
through the scene, leaving a mist behind it that muffled the sounds
of the area. Then, without headlights on, HObama and the Queerswats
arrived in a long single file; and surrounded the building with long
black limousines. Somehow, I knew that the Humans were safe and away.
HObama unfolded from a
limousine like a long-legged praying mantis, from a pod of devil
spawned seeds; and walked slowly to the entrance beneath the front
canopy. There, it stopped for a moment and looked inside. Then, it
opened the front door and turned to look back at the limousines.
After a gesture from IT, there issued from the limousines a torrent
of Imps and Demons from Hell. Skipping and hopping and walking on
their hands, they flowed from the limousines by the hundreds and
occupied the building.
Once inside, they
ransacked the place. As they tore apart the offices and desecrated
the site of the Human Marriage, they all turned into government sucks
and pimps and primps, dressed in suits.
At this point, I sailed
off and away to the sixth building. The first building, now reeked of
sinister death and radiated evil. The first building, now writhed and
vibrated with Queerism, and hate for Humans, and slaughter-level
death. Then, I decided to go into the first building and see what
they were doing in there.
A leather belt appeared
above the buildings, fifty feet wide and very long. It ran in a line
along the tops of the buildings and was attached to the buildings by
larger leather bands -- all of the leather was very thick and
polished and brown.
I realized that it was a
walkway for me to use to reach the first building on; but as I walked
on it, it bowed and dipped from my weight. When I got within two
buildings of the first one, I decided to fly instead; because the
movements of the leather beltway could reveal my approach to the
Queerswats there, giving away my presence.
I flew up and away, and
then back to the first building. I flew into the building through the
walls. Inside, the building was being converted into a government
facility; and many drones in suits were bringing in office equipment;
while others were throwing out Human equipment. I hovered up and down
the stairways, and followed groups of government sucks going up and
down those stairways. I listened to them talking in gov-speak chirps,
about how the missing Humans will be found and punished for the
Terrorist Wedding -- and how the Masters will love this new building.
They giggled about how an orgy pad would soon be installed in the
front foyer; and how they couldn't wait for Inauguration Day, and the
first orgy to dedicate the building with.
Some of the office rooms
on different floors were on fire, and government sucks were dancing
around burning file cabinets; turning into Imps and Demons as they
danced, and then turning back into grey suited government sucks.
I rose out of all of that,
far above the building and looked about for any signs of Humans; but
they were all well gone and over the horizons. I did not feel any
emotions about the tragedy and destruction that was happening. HO,
and its Imps and Demons are all slated for residency in Hell anyway.
It is the upchuck of Hell onto our living planet that is bothersome.
But, in this case I was a detached observer.
[[And yes, I do think
about such things (in such ways) in my dreams. And, I do agree with
the ways that I think about such things in my dreams.]]
HObama walked out of the
smoldering building with a very pleased smile, and left with the ten
limousines to attack another building; even though it was no longer
the Resident at the White Outhouse.
I watched the limousines
leave, and I flew through the building again, several times to see
the government sucks licking the walls; and sucking each other in the
elevators, and smearing their fresh dung along the corridor walls
(Boston-style with Boston Squeals) to make the place homey.
Then, I flew above the
building again, and I suddenly saw (waiting for me on top of the
leather beltway) the same black beauty that I had seen before. She
was dressed in a Santa's Elf costume (very skimpy) and she was
sitting on the driver's bench of Santa's Sleigh, beckoning me to join
her. She had the reigns in one hand and beckoned with the other; with
an alluring smile on her gorgeous face.
In front of the sleigh
(which was pointed along the length of the beltway, away from the
building) were harnessed ten big bunny rabbits, each about two tons
in weight; either pink, yellow or white. They all had their heads
turned about to look at me, with their long ears listening.
I was stepping up into the
sleigh to be with that really beautiful temptation, when I saw in the
back of the sleigh (resting on its side) a massive dictionary from
the nineteenth century. It was six feet long, three feet wide and two
feet thick; and bound in brown leather with gold letters and gold
decorations, and its pages were gold-edged. It was for me.
I had about enough time to
look at it, and then look at her -- with appreciation in many ways --
when the ears of the ten bunny rabbits turned away from us. They
turned like ten radars on the same beam, away to the left; and then
the ten bunny heads followed. Except for the delightful young black
woman at my side, we all looked away to the left and upwards towards
a sound.
A burning jumbo jet
airliner was coming towards us. It looked like one of those heavy
European bus liners that are larger than the Boeing 747's.
Immediately, I was hit by
a spacial realization of where we were. There were ten very large,
and fuzzy, and colorful bunny rabbits (that could snap off one of my
legs with a single bite) in harnesses and sitting two abreast on top
of a much larger brown leather belt. The beltway, stretched from the
top of this building across a far expanse of distance (too far to be
seen); and was attached to the rest of the buildings in this line by
huge leather bands.
They, and Santa's Sleigh,
were pointed away from the building that we were on top of; and about
to depart from. The sleigh was a little oversized, but then again it
had to be so, in order to carry the dictionary that I must have
ordered. The knock-out black babe (in the perfect 'next to nothing'
outfit) was still looking at me and winking.
Below us, was a building
full of DemoCraps/Queers/RepuCraps that were celebrating the sack of
a Human Building; and were turning from government sucks, into
faggots, into monstrous aberrations, and back into government sucks
every five minutes.
I was about to sit down
next to 'Miss Black Lovely of 2014'; when in the skies to our left
(which seemed to be very large and wide and darker for some reason,
and yet was more highlighted as though someone was using the video
controls on us) a very rare sight was seen heading towards us -- a
very large jetliner with both wings on fire and trailing a long
column of bright white and yellow smoke -- but consumed in something
else.
All over the burning
jetliner, and all around it as it flew on fire, there billowed great
vents of steam; creating the effect of a meteor falling through a
hurricane.
I took all of this in, in
about two seconds, and realized that the burning aircraft was going
to impact beyond us; by flying over us. By now it looked for all the
world like a burning meteor of ice, shaped like an aircraft. The
explosions and intense fires that consumed it were causing great
out-rushes of vapor from its body. Like a bullet made of intense
steam, it sailed over our heads -- half fire, half ice and steam.
Clearly, there was an aircraft inside of it all and burning. From it,
there emanated an uncanny sound like that of a great falling object,
and a steam geyser passing us quickly and causing a doppler feedback
effect to our ears. I thought I heard a chorus of screams.
"That is the first
one I have seen."
I turned to my right, to
find one of my truck driver friends standing next to me in a Disaster
and Rescue uniform; dark blue with bright fluorescent orange trim.
His dark blue cap was of a World War II model, Germanic Fire Brigade
type; and the top and back of it was bright white. Built into it, was
a short and heavy cape that came down to his shoulders, also white.
On the front of the cap was the symbol of the DR teams.
He pushed me about and
pointed up into the skies in a different direction, more to the left.
I turned, realizing that I was also dressed in a classic DR uniform,
and looked out across a vast landscape of high plains, scattered
evergreen forests, abundant wheat fields, golden grasslands, and
rugged butte-like mountains of many shades of tan and brown and
granite -- set off from us by a dozen miles. I could not see what he
meant.
"No, more over!"
he shouted. And then, I saw it. From further left was descending a
tremendous aircraft of orange colors. I took in quickly that it was
of a different origin and design; however it was coming down in a
long descending curve, like another meteor fire-balling through a
hurricane. But, there was no hurricane.
The airships were causing
the steam effect themselves, somehow. This one too, looked like a
projectile of vapor and intense fire arching down to the Earth. Both
air ships had the distinct and objective appearance of something
unearthly just arriving at the planet. I looked at them like we
observe comets and asteroids arriving for the first time; very high
up, very unexpected, very awesome.
From it came different
sounds, like engines revving and cables straining and wheels grinding
at high speeds and metals breaking. It was the foreboding noise of an
aircraft descending towards a crash. Its trajectory was almost the
opposite of the former aircraft's.
We both winced and
instinctively ducked, when an explosion blew out across the plains
with a blast wave. We turned and saw the town about five miles away,
a massive fireball mushroom rising from its far side. The skies on
that horizon flashed with huge lighting effects, as though an Aurora
Borealis had impacted upon the earth. The blue of the sky there,
became replaced with outward flying curtains of dense colors like
purple and red, and a bright and thickly veined yellow. The effect
was so intense, that it cast shadows on everything between it and us.
Down on the surface between the town and ourselves, walking in the
tall grasses up to their knees, there approached the figures of the
rest of our DR team, ten more in all. As I watched them tromping
through the greens and golds, they all struck me as being of similar
body types and legions of Humanity. They were all ruggedly built,
with square shoulders and tough faces (all different), and their
looks were resolute and determined. They looked for all the world
like veteran French Foreign Legionnaires, except I knew they were my
own legionnaires.
"Forget the town!"
someone called.
"We are assigned to
the grasslands and the park!" called another.
The explosions behind them
were so bright that their faces were in darkness beneath their white
capes and blue caps; until they were so close I could shake their
hands, which I did of course. The first aircraft I had seen, impacted
the plains to the south of us (which by now I was sure was Central
Wyoming) with a belly flop and a long skidding into a small butte.
The resulting explosion took off several acres of the butte, and
looked as though the Earth had belched fire and brimstone there.
We looked at it calmly,
and then I said -- "Where is Murphy?"
"Off fighting his own
war again, Captain." was the reply.
"Forget him then. I
will court-martial his ass after this is over!" I replied. Then
I looked back at the mushroom cloud of flames and billowing fires
that the town was under. The storm of death there was creating its
own lighting bolts, huge ones, and the flashing light shimmered and
scorched the eyes and obscured the body of the town that was trapped
underneath it.
It was not because of the
sight that I looked in that direction, but because of a sound. I
looked up into the mushroom cloud of bright gases and pointed. There,
emerged yet another giant aircraft -- sizzling and billowing vapors
and its own flames; and searing its way through the inferno until it
was quite separated from it, and flying in a fiery and straight arch
towards the great plains that were now behind us -- towards the
mountains.
This aircraft was
gyrating, shaking its wings like it was convinced that enough
flapping of its bodily appendages would put out the holocaust that
was consuming it. No such luck. It screamed of hot gaseous
explosions, and emitted a long doppler effect like a fast train
running on some ghost track over our heads.
"It's for the fields,
Captain!" one sergeant said brusquely; and we all set off at a
run through the tall grasses, towards the mountains; with this latest
airliner spitting and sizzling and shrilling slowly towards Earth,
just above us. It was right above us, but cast no shadow. A rain of
fire droplets fell about us onto the grasslands as we ran.
Again, the scene seemed to
be darker than usual, and yet the important features were lit up and
highlighted for emphasis. I know such lights. We were in an
atmosphere that should have been excellent for photography. Instead
we were running for lives.
Out before us, several
miles distant, the plains lost their darkness and from there to the
mountains everything was brightly lit by star lux; putting the
mountain range in stark contrast to what we were running inside of.
The aircraft smashed into
the plains at a bad angle, and I know we all felt worse as we ran. No
one could have survived that. We kept running. The plains roamed
beneath our feet quickly, and we kept running over vast stretches of
wheat, down and up ravines, leaping over streams, until we were into
patches of scrub pines with the mountains still in the distance.
I called everyone to a
halt, and we looked back at our track. The town was now much further
away, and a black cloud of smoke had fallen upon it; with bright red
flaming incendiaries descending upon it from the mushroom cloud above
it. In silhouette to that light was the fallen jetliner on the
plains, plowed into the earth at a sixty degree angle.
"Another! Another!"
someone shouted. We all stepped back towards the town and looked high
above to see another aircraft of massive size flying in a steam
shroud filled with flames; inside of which could be made out the body
of the aircraft. Above the mushroom cloud it came, but descended fast
towards our location.
"Run! Run!" I
shouted and pointed due north. "We must get out of these
groves!" and we set off towards the open plains again.
This aircraft flew as
though guided by a still living pair of hands, and pulled up sharply
at several hundred feet of height. It was trying to make a belly
landing on the wheat fields, even though the body of the ship could
barely be seen amongst the conflagration of destruction that was
consuming its structure. We broke out of the trees in time to see it
flash past us a mile away -- sounding like a steam locomotive on its
last ride to its final destiny. It flew due east for a long ways,
leaving a wide wake of smoke and flames behind it, and then hit the
spire of a low lying mesa. The mesa only had one spire, like a
sandstone rhino's horn, coming up on its western edge. This, the
aircraft hit head on. The spire erupted into billowing gases and a
great explosion of dirt and dust -- and then fell off the butte onto
the plains, taking the aircraft with it.
I had watched, standing in
the grasses and the wind, for what seemed a long time. Just watching
the end. I could see myself standing there for the long pause; and
then I shouted "It's another 9-1-1!"
I turned away from the
butte towards the town to see another DR team approaching on a run.
When they got close enough they shouted "All dead!" --
which meant the jetliner on the plains of course.
"It's another 9-1-1!"
I shouted. And then, I turned and pointed to the east; where I knew
the State Park was located inside the foothills of the mountains.
"There!" I shouted. "The park!"
They all waved for us to
go ahead as they ran towards us, and as a team we turned and began to
run through the brush country towards the foothills.
"Another!" I
heard a weak voice shout from the grasses far behind us!
We all stopped very fast
and turned very fast, and then turned more. Hidden from our sight,
another large aircraft had been approaching, skimming along above the
scrub pines so closely that it was setting down a trail of scorched
forests in its path. Tall gushers of steam and bright blue flames
erupted from the tops of its long body, which was not on fire. Its
wings and tail were very much in flames however, and it kept
screaming with its engines as though it was trying to take off from a
runway.
We saw it long enough to
get the details, and then the pines hid it from our sight again; but
not from our ears. We continued running towards the east and the
foothills, with the sounds of the burning aircraft outpacing us. For
a long time it seemed to snap and shriek and fade further from our
ears, until it impacted into the foothills.
Now, we were at the
beginning of the foothills. Private cabins of citizens were situated
here and there, some on fire. These we checked, saving those that we
could. The hills were on fire. The numbers of those needing help
began to mount, and I stood aside suddenly and pointed at eight
different men, probably from several teams, and said "You, you,
you, you ... follow me to the State Park." and we set off on a
run further up into the forests of the foothills.
As we ran, we found
ourselves going up a narrow valley with a ridge along the southern
side. Up on top of the ridge, also at a trot, we saw a disaster team
in blue uniforms and silver hardhats and shovels running at a brisk
pace towards the State Park, backed by rising clouds of fire storms.
I waved hurriedly at their
leader as we ran. He broke away from the running and stood several
feet below the ridge line -- "Never expected to see another DR
team here!" he shouted.
I waved towards the State
Park rather than to shout back, and he got the message. Both teams
reached the State Park beneath the crowning forest tops, to find most
of it smashed out of recognition and on fire. Everywhere the
buildings were burning; the grasses had not ignited yet, but the
canopy of the trees was aflame with a vast crown of white fire. A
steady downpour of burning branches and pieces fell everywhere.
Bodies of vacationers and tourists were scattered and splattered all
about the grounds, hundreds of them. Recreation vehicles burnt like
propane torches in diverse places, some thrown into buildings.
he leader of the other
team walked through a hedge of bushes on fire and introduced himself
-- "Leftenant ..." an explosion above us in the trees cut
off his name. He was blond under the cap, tall, white, athletic, in
shape, probably a football coach for the high school when not out
here. He pointed further into the flames and said -- "It must
have hit in there somewhere."
"Glad to meet you,
Leftenant." I said, shaking hands quickly and thinking to myself
-- 'I have to bring this one back alive. Half of the women of
Wyoming would miss him, if I didn't. And, I'd get blamed for it by
some babe for sure!'
He turned to look into the
fires, where the airliner had smashed the forest into kindling. I
looked up above us, at the roiling fire blanket of the burning
canopy. The air was shifting. All of that upwelling was piling up, up
there. It had to come back down, and with a vengeance. I knew what I
was about to say. It was about the downdraft inferno that was soon to
happen; and how we had to evacuate the living as fast as possible --
leaving the dead behind.
But, I woke up.
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Markel Peters
