There was more to this dream but I can only barely remember part of the end of this dream where I sat down and I saw/heard a story about a young woman with whitish colored skin who went to maybe Sweden or Switzerland or maybe Germany or somewhere like that during the day, and she had a large old thick book.
She walked to an area that looked a bit like W Park in the city of D and she went to a cafe-like sitting area where the swimming pool should be, and a woman who looked and acted like the character Astrid (played by the actress Nina Hoss) from the television series Homeland was sitting at one of the tables reading and maybe eating/drinking during maybe her lunch break.
The young woman greeted Astrid and maybe she sat down at the table with her and maybe they talked briefly, the young woman did not know the language that was spoken in this country yet so the conversation was probably short, and Astrid left at some point; and then the young woman began a mission that involved the old book that she had, and she started learning the language that was spoken in the country.
The young woman seemed like a nice quiet young woman who had left everything behind on a single desperate mission involving the book, the book had loose pages and maybe missing pages and maybe there were things in the book that the woman did not understand, and so she was trying to deal with all of those things and more; but I am not sure what the book was about, why was it so important to her, or anything like that but I do know that it was so important to her that her life was now dedicated to it.
The dream jumped around as time passed as she studied the book, did research, followed leads, maybe searched for missing pages, probably asked around for help, probably tried to restore/fix the book, continued learning the language that was spoken in the country, and more; and at some point in the dream the young woman finally learned the language that was spoken in the country, and she went back to the cafe-like sitting area to find Astrid during the day during her lunch break.
It seemed that Astrid was possibly the main reason that the young woman had come to this country and that Astrid was possibly her last and/or best hope to complete her mission involving the book, Astrid worked for the government of this country so she had access to a variety of resources/et cetera, and now that the young woman knew the language of this country she could finally talk to Astrid and explain her mission involving the book in detail.
The young woman had spent pretty much all of her time and money and resources on her mission involving the book, she probably had used up all of her options/sources/connections/et cetera, and so she probably would not be able to stay in the country much longer; and so Astrid was her best and maybe last and main hope, and all of her plans had led up to and now rested on this moment.
Astrid was sitting at a table reading and maybe eating/drinking during her lunch break again, she usually took her lunch breaks from her government job here each work day, but Astrid did not seem to be in a good mood this day; and the young woman walked over to her and greeted her in whatever language was spoken in this country, and she explained how they had met before when she first arrived in the country and she explained that she had learned the language of this country so that she could ask for her help with the book.
Astrid remembered the young woman and the young woman explained her situation and how she felt that Astrid could help, she explained how desperate her situation was now, but Astrid was still in a bad mood and she acted like she did not care and she acted like the young woman was crazy; and the young woman desperately begged for help explaining how she could help, and how important it was but Astrid refused.
The young woman kept begging and explaining reminding Astrid that her government job gave her access to resources that could probably help her complete her mission involving the book and she explained some of the resources that could help, it was sad knowing how much this meant to her and now her best and possibly last hope to finish her mission involving the book was refusing to help her and was treating her like she was crazy, but Astrid angrily refused and told the young woman to not bother her again; and Astrid left angrily.
The young woman was devastated and instantly became depressed like she had given up on life, she started crying and she slowly walked over to a tall corner area to sit down to think, and it seemed that she was possibly going to kill herself if she could not think up another option; but while she was sitting there crying and thinking, there was an interruption where a male voice started to tell me his story like a ghost who wanted the truth of what led up to and caused his death to be known so that the public could know the truth, and while he was explaining his story the young woman’s story was still in the background.
The male voice belonged to a man who either was the professional wrestler Jimmy Snuka or a fictional wrestler based on him, he explained and showed me a wrestling match that he had where he got slammed to the ground and injured, and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and he could not get up; but the match probably continued, and after the match the doctors gave him some aspirin and told him to get some sleep and they said that he would be okay.
He actually had a broken back/serious spinal cord injury but did not know it, the doctors either lied or did not check him thoroughly, and so he went home to his family; and the next day his back was still bothering him and he knew something was wrong, but he did not know what.
Someone had a birthday party and he went to the birthday party with his family, and later he went to wrestle in another wrestling match; and he ended up dying either after the match or during it, probably after the match when he got home, and this would not have happened if the doctors had told him that he had a broken back.
The WWE/WWF or whatever company he worked for somewhat covered up what had happened and what had led up to his death so that they would not have to pay his family, his family always suspected that something was wrong and that there had been a cover up or that the company did not explain all the details, but they did not know for sure and the public did not know.
The male voice told me that all that he explained and told me was proof and that I only needed to tell his family and the public and let them look over the evidence, and his family and the world would know the truth and the company would have to admit the truth and at least pay his family; and hopefully something like that would never happen again, and then the young woman’s story faded back in from the background.
I was curious about what the young woman had done or was going to do but her story faded out like a film ending before I could find out or before her story could finish, I was not sure if she had killed herself or not or what had happened, and then I was sitting down and I could see that I had been watching a film; and it had just ended, and my brother GC was there and we complained about the film suddenly ending.
I went to the television and I re-winded the video to see if I had missed anything but I had not, the film just ended suddenly without closure leaving the audience not sure what would happen or what had happened, and this annoyed me but I woke up.
I did not voice record this dream or think about it much today so I can not remember most of it now, all that I can remember is that the end of this dream took place during the day in a fictional version of the city of D, and I remember my dad and I going to a fictional mobile home that was probably on or near the street that E Manor is on.
This mobile home was separated into two or more parts that were each rented out to a different person/family, so it was a rental mobile home that a landlord was renting out to people to live in, and my dad and I seemed to be there to maybe help someone; but maybe that person was not there, but I can not remember.
We noticed that the mobile home was in bad condition like the landlord had not been maintaining it, the end part of the mobile home on the right side was the worst, and it was so bad that it did not look livable; and there were holes/openings in the floor and walls et cetera, and this part possibly had no one living in it but I am not sure.
It was so bad that we wanted to talk to the landlord about this and I remember us talking to some male contractors about the situation who happened to be looking around the mobile home like they were hoping to get the contract/job to fix it, they seemed afraid of the landlord and they told us not to talk to him about it, and they acted like he was the head of a mafia or something like that.
The landlord arrived at some point and he was a somewhat over-fat older man with whitish colored skin with maybe hair that was starting to go gray/white, we possibly talked to him but I can not remember, and he said that he was about to let people bid on a contract to fix the mobile home; and so we followed him to the bidding location.
And the bidding location was on the front porch of what seemed to be a fictional version of The G House that is sometimes in my dreams, my dad wanted to put in a bid as well, and so we waited for the bidding to start; and I guess the landlord would pick who ever he felt had the best bid, and that person would be given the contract/job to fix the mobile home but I woke up.
The first dream took place many years ago just like the other two dreams in this post, but I still remember enough of these dreams to write about them even though I never recorded these dreams many years ago.
These dreams were powerful/stood out/had a great effect on me back when I had them compared to my normal dreams, and they really made me do some thinking.
Anyway, the first dream started in the city of D during the evening or early night inside Walmart, and I had went shopping there with my mom.
My mom went to another part of the store while I went to the grocery section I think, and as I was looking around I noticed a woman standing by the fruit & vegetable section looking straight at me.
No one else was around the grocery section by the fruit & vegetables, and so only the two of us were there.
The woman looked like the angel Monica, played by the actress Roma Downey, from the television show Touched By An Angel; and she was in normal human form with whitish colored skin and long reddish colored hair.
I think that she told me that she was sent to give me a message, and I think that I asked her if she was an angel, and I think that she said yes but I could be wrong; but she might have said that she was just a messenger.
She said that I was going to die, but she would not tell me when I would die exactly, and she would not tell me how I would die exactly.
She only told me that I would die of a spinal injury of some kind or something like that, I think.
I felt sad and somewhat afraid, and I think that she told me not to worry and that I would die in the distant future and so I still had time to live/enjoy my life/achieve my goal(s) and/or purpose(s)/whatever.
I think that she seemed to be calm and she smiled, and I told her thank you for delivering this message to me, and I left; but I am not sure if she disappeared or if she was still standing there.
My mom was leaving out of the Walmart, and so I followed her outside and I told her what the angel/messenger had said.
My mom started to cry and she said that she wanted to go pray, and as we walked to our automobile we noticed a small white shotgun-style church by Walmart in the little field by the apartments.
It was night-time outside and no one was by the church, and the church looked abandoned.
My mom still wanted to go pray, and so she knocked on the door of the church; and after a few seconds a small opening on the door like a peephole but bigger opened up, but whoever/whatever it was did not open the door.
My mom started beating on the door, and I told her to relax and that we should go somewhere else; but she did not listen to me.
She managed to knock the door open a bit, and through the small opening in the door I saw one of the strangest things ever.
In this old church there were these gargoyle-like (they are too hard to describe, so that is the best I can do) creatures in the church seats, and they were sitting there like there was a church service going on or something like that.
There were probably wooden church seats/pews on the left side and some on the right side of the church, with a red carpet going up/down the middle of the floor leading to the place where the preacher usually preaches (the pulpit), except a throne was there instead.
On this throne was the lower part of a huge body sitting on the throne, and I could only see it from about the feet level up to the knees, because it was so tall.
The legs were gargoyle/human-like, but I only had about 5 seconds or less to see all of this, and so I did not get a good enough look at all of this.
I think that next to the throne on both sides, were two large gargoyle-like creatures, who seemed to be guards or something like that maybe.
In the 5 or 3 seconds that I saw all of this, all the creatures froze/stopped moving and they turned invisible as soon as my mom barely opened the door, and so I only had a few brief seconds to see all of this; and it was like they did not want to be seen and/or they were not supposed to be seen or something like that, and we had caught them by surprise.
The creature’s feet were the last part of their bodies to go invisible, and next to the door were two gargoyle-like creatures that closed the door in our faces.
My mom kept beating on the door again, and so I told her that we needed to leave, but she would not listen to me.
Then the two creatures that were behind the door started to throw a pink colored dust/powder/or something like that at us, and so I pulled my mom away from the door.
My mom was still desperate to go inside the church, and so the two creatures opened some of the peephole-like openings on the door(s) and they pointed some trumpet-like cannon/shotgun-like weapons/things at us; and they started to shoot more of the pink colored dust/powder at us, and they also shot some shotgun-like pellets/BBs/shot at us.
So I grabbed my mom and I started to run back to our automobile pulling/dragging my mom with me, but then I woke up.
This is the oldest dream of the three dreams, and some parts of this dream I can not remember unfortunately.
I remember being a kid in the dream (and maybe I was a kid in real life as well because this is a very old dream), and my cousin DE and I were in a hallway I think.
There were doors along the hallway, and we were exploring the building, and so we went into one of the rooms.
The room looked like a large storage closet for a janitor or someone like that, and the only light in the room seemed to come from a sunroof and/or a window or neither of those were there and maybe the light was coming from somewhere else but I am not sure.
We were looking around the room and there were some metal shelves with a few items on them probably, and I think that we saw some strange candle-like light coming from one part of the room.
I think that I remember feeling very scared for some reason as we walked closer to that area, and all I remember next is seeing a man.
I remember feeling the strongest feelings of fear, shock, terror, anxiety, et cetera that I had ever felt in my life.
The feelings were so strong, that my cousin DE and I could not talk, run, move, et cetera.
I think that the man wore animal fur clothes or he had animal fur clothes at the top part of his body covering his shoulders like a fur coat or something or he was wearing a suit with a fur accessory/whatever covering over the shoulders like a small cloak (or whatever the correct word is); but I am not sure which of these is correct or if either of these are correct or not.
I think that he had brownish colored hair, he had whitish colored skin, he looked like a normal politician or business person or someone like that with a shaved face without facial hair, he had a somewhat short hairstyle that was slicked back a bit, he was at least 6 feet tall or taller, he looked confident, and he looked relaxed.
He did not look scary, but we were scared/terrified/afraid and we felt paralyzed with fear, and we felt many other feelings as well that I can not describe in words.
I think that I knew or thought that he was supposed to be the Christian Devil for some reason but I am not sure, and I may have thought that because I was young when I had this dream, he may have even told us who or what he was but I can not remember what he told us.
I actually think that he probably did not say who or what he was exactly, but I do know/remember that he said: “That he was called/known by many names throughout history by many different people/cultures/religions/et cetera.”.
He just stood there and he talked to us, as we were paralyzed with fear, and with those many other strong feelings that I can not describe.
I do not remember what he told us during all of this unfortunately (I know that he told us various things) but I remember that as he walked closer to us the fear & the other feelings that I can not describe were so strong that it felt like he was so powerful that the closer that he got to us, the harder it was for us to stand, breathe, we felt weaker, et cetera.
He said: “That we had probably heard many stories about him, and that some of those stories were true and some of those stories were false.”; I guess that he told us about some of the stories about him that were true and/or false and/or he told us about himself and/or he shared some information about something else with us, but that is just my guess and I can not remember exactly.
He stood about six or more feet away from us, and he just stood there talking about something the entire time, I think.
We almost could not stand, it was like gravity was getting heavier and it was pushing down on us or something, and I felt super weak; and it was like he was so powerful that being too close to him could probably almost kill you and/or he was somehow draining us without us knowing it or something like that, it was the most over-whelming/powerful feeling that I have ever felt coming from any dream character in my life until this day.
I think that I may/might have started to pray in my mind because I could not talk, run, or anything; and so that was all that I could do, and I hoped that the Christian God would help us.
After a while he stopped talking and I think that he disappeared and/or he walked off, I am not sure which, I just remember him being gone; and we might have temporarily lost consciousness/went to sleep or we might have temporarily been in a trance-like state, but I do not know or remember.
At some point after the man left, we could move again, and some of the fear and other feelings started to leave and/or were not as strong as before; and we started to get some of our strength back, but we still felt drained.
We then ran out of the room to go tell someone about what had happened, but then I woke up.
I have never experienced any thing like that again in another dream that I can remember, and I have yet to have any other dream character that felt that/this powerful again; and that/this dream was interesting and intense, and I wish that I could remember more of the things that the man told us.
One day I was at my parent’s house in D on a nice sunny day, and when I went outside I noticed some tiny silverish/grayish colored UFOs (unidentified flying objects, which is any object flying or in the sky that you can not identify) in the sky.
I told my mom & dad to come see the UFOs, and I went to turn on the television to watch the news to see if there was any information about what the UFOs were and what was going on.
No one in the world seemed to know what they were, and everyone was trying to find out what they were and why they were here.
Some people thought that they were meteorites headed toward Earth, some people thought that they were spaceships/spacecraft, some people thought that Jesus was coming back, some people thought that it was an unknown weather phenomenon, some people that thought that they were planets or space debris/objects approaching the Earth, et cetera.
My parents said that we would wait to see what they were, and that if it was Jesus returning that we would all go to the church for shelter instead of our house.
Many of the churches in the city of D were starting to let people stay/live at their churches for shelter.
Some people started living in bomb shelters, and some other people were also preparing for the worse.
Each day the UFOs got bigger and bigger, but none of them seemed to move as far as I can remember (so maybe I should have called them, USOs, unidentified stationary objects 😀 ) ; and it was strange because it was like they were getting closer to the Earth each day or something like that, and so they seemed bigger the closer they got to the Earth because they were probably very far away from Earth.
One day when almost each of the UFOs were almost half the size of the moon maybe but I could be wrong, my family was preparing to go to a church for shelter, when suddenly we heard a loud voice and/or trumpet and/or noise/sound; and then we heard a loud voice outside (probably a male voice but I can not remember).
I stepped outside through the window to my room, and outside everyone in the neighborhood was outside looking up at the sky listening to the loud voice that everyone on Earth probably could hear.
The sky was a strange color, the wind was blowing, and as that was going on I noticed a few strange things on the ground.
I noticed a tumbleweed rolling across our yard in the wind, and then to my surprise/shock I saw the skull of/from what appeared to be a dead Grey alien but I could be wrong (the alleged aliens that are usually short but sometimes tall who have big heads, big dark eyes, skinny bodies, long arms, no visible gender, et cetera) by my window on the ground.
The alien-looking skull was just bone with no skin or muscles, and then I thought & said to myself: “So aliens are/were real!”.
Unfortunately I do not remember what the loud voice that everyone could hear was saying or what language the voice spoke in, but all that I know is that everyone was standing outside listening to the voice; and it was like everyone on Earth could probably hear the voice
Then I woke up and then I had a short daydream and/or semi-dream, I think, that I was in a whitish-colored place that might/may have been a bit cloudy/foggy; and it was like I was in a waiting area or something like that up high in the sky/air/space & not on the Earth, maybe some other people/humans were there as well with me, and some beings/entities/angels/aliens/whoever (I can not remember who/what they were or what they looked like) may have told us something and/or they were calling out people’s names and/or preparing us for something that I can not remember like maybe judgment/to be judged/to be checked/to be tested/to be allowed inside/to be organized/et cetera and/or something that I can not remember.
There may/might have been a barrier/gate that prevented us from seeing the other side and/or going over to the other side, and I think that there were a few beings/entities/angels/aliens/whoever at the entrance of this area; and I think there may/might have been a podium-like area/structure with a book or something on or near it, but I can not remember and I just remember wondering if this was the entrance to heaven or something like that.