Träume
von der
Schönen Neuen Welt
Vorwort
The reason I
am making some of my dreams public is in the hope it may help the
global awakening and evolution of consciousness. My dreams are personal
and very private to me and publishing them is a big step for me, a step I
make with love and trust but not without a warning: I retain the common
law copyright of this material. No publication or use of this material
is permitted unless with my express prior written permission, and then
only respectful and helpful use is allowed. I will be the judge of
whether I like the use or not and can withdraw my consent any time.
Furthermore, I do not give permission to be "analysed" or psychologically evaluated. I am a seer, a psychic, a shaman and a Yogini and therefore my dreams are different from the dreams of people who do not have these gifts. Much of what I dream comes from the Goddess and is given to me in symbols that make sense to me, though they may make none to you. Anybody who is abusing this material to do me harm, in any way will get trouble, if not legal then karmic. And yes, I do know how to cast a baneful spell and I will if forced to! Besides, the spirits and the ancestors protect me, as well as the gods, and it would be wise not to annoy them... LOL
Also, my dreams are not politically correct and I am not going to edit them to suit emotional pansies. When I write a dream down I try to put as many descriptive adjectives in as possible, because that will help me later to recognise patterns. So I may write: a tall man, or a fat man, a dark haired woman, a blonde woman, a black man or a white man. Just because I notice these differences does not mean I do not respect people. The beauty of this earth is in its diversity which should be preserved and enjoyed, rather than judged and levelled to a grey goo of humanity as the New World Order seeks to do.
This whole political correctness is just stifling our freedom of expression and open dialogue among the People. We may notice that somebody has a different skin colour, eye colour, hair colour, is tall or thin or fat or short, but that doesn't mean that we don't love them or respect them. And yes, I have heard hate speech and racist speech against me for being white and for my nationality -- and guess what? I shrugged it off, annoying as it was. Some people are just narrow minded and ignorant, can't help it. And it won't get better by locking everybody up who says something silly. Try laughter instead and be above it!
None of my dreams or the things I write are intended to hurt anybody. I am a straightforward woman, maybe even blunt. Though I spare people's feelings whenever possible, the truth needs to be spoken. Truth is my highest ideal and I aspire to being a truthful woman rather than being a popular polite liar!
May you always walk in truth, in love and in peace.
Enjoy!
Furthermore, I do not give permission to be "analysed" or psychologically evaluated. I am a seer, a psychic, a shaman and a Yogini and therefore my dreams are different from the dreams of people who do not have these gifts. Much of what I dream comes from the Goddess and is given to me in symbols that make sense to me, though they may make none to you. Anybody who is abusing this material to do me harm, in any way will get trouble, if not legal then karmic. And yes, I do know how to cast a baneful spell and I will if forced to! Besides, the spirits and the ancestors protect me, as well as the gods, and it would be wise not to annoy them... LOL
Also, my dreams are not politically correct and I am not going to edit them to suit emotional pansies. When I write a dream down I try to put as many descriptive adjectives in as possible, because that will help me later to recognise patterns. So I may write: a tall man, or a fat man, a dark haired woman, a blonde woman, a black man or a white man. Just because I notice these differences does not mean I do not respect people. The beauty of this earth is in its diversity which should be preserved and enjoyed, rather than judged and levelled to a grey goo of humanity as the New World Order seeks to do.
This whole political correctness is just stifling our freedom of expression and open dialogue among the People. We may notice that somebody has a different skin colour, eye colour, hair colour, is tall or thin or fat or short, but that doesn't mean that we don't love them or respect them. And yes, I have heard hate speech and racist speech against me for being white and for my nationality -- and guess what? I shrugged it off, annoying as it was. Some people are just narrow minded and ignorant, can't help it. And it won't get better by locking everybody up who says something silly. Try laughter instead and be above it!
None of my dreams or the things I write are intended to hurt anybody. I am a straightforward woman, maybe even blunt. Though I spare people's feelings whenever possible, the truth needs to be spoken. Truth is my highest ideal and I aspire to being a truthful woman rather than being a popular polite liar!
May you always walk in truth, in love and in peace.
Enjoy!
Song of Kali 12/09/2009
First
there was a scene that has slipped my memory. I was much younger and
with other young people in a school or a building. Things were very
controlled and there was hidden danger. I didn't know who I could trust.
Then I walked outside and found myself on the campus of a university. It had wonderful gardens and many big old trees. As I walked I heard the singing of young voices. They sang very beautifully and poetically, but the song was strange. The lyrics had a strong undercurrent of brainwash and propaganda. 'Who taught them this song and what is going on?' I wondered. Why are they singing Marxist songs? I wondered, because that's what these songs clearly were. I walked on and came to a beautiful pond on my left side. The scene was idyllic, with branches trailing in the water, and a few students paddling in tiny canoes on the still but muddy waters of the pond. The students were now singing a second song. Their voices rose in perfect cadence, so young and strong and clear, yet a chill came over me when I heard the lyrics of the song. It was about Mother Earth hating people and therefore she had to get rid of them. It sounded as if this was something that had happened already, as if many people had died. And now they sang cheerfully about the second holocaust as if it was a wonderful thing, as if all the lost lives were a great blessing. They didn't seem to know it wasn't Mother Earth who had done the killing but evil people.
I walked on quickly because the lack of compassion and the total brainwash made me feel ill. As I walked I heard more music. In the distance somebody played acoustic guitar really beautifully. As I came closer I saw it was a woman who sat high up in a huge tree and played guitar. I wished I could play as well as her. I listened intently so I could repeat the beautiful melody. And then she began to sing. I was almost afraid that she would sing horrible propaganda as well, and spoil the enchantment. But her song was different. It was a song of the Goddess Kali. I heard the words clearly, they were in English. I can't remember what exactly they were, but it seemed that she sang about Kali coming to punish the evil doers, to exterminate the Illuminati and wreak total destruction on the wicked and vile. 'I must remember... I must remember the song', I thought and woke up with the music still in my ears.
Then I walked outside and found myself on the campus of a university. It had wonderful gardens and many big old trees. As I walked I heard the singing of young voices. They sang very beautifully and poetically, but the song was strange. The lyrics had a strong undercurrent of brainwash and propaganda. 'Who taught them this song and what is going on?' I wondered. Why are they singing Marxist songs? I wondered, because that's what these songs clearly were. I walked on and came to a beautiful pond on my left side. The scene was idyllic, with branches trailing in the water, and a few students paddling in tiny canoes on the still but muddy waters of the pond. The students were now singing a second song. Their voices rose in perfect cadence, so young and strong and clear, yet a chill came over me when I heard the lyrics of the song. It was about Mother Earth hating people and therefore she had to get rid of them. It sounded as if this was something that had happened already, as if many people had died. And now they sang cheerfully about the second holocaust as if it was a wonderful thing, as if all the lost lives were a great blessing. They didn't seem to know it wasn't Mother Earth who had done the killing but evil people.
I walked on quickly because the lack of compassion and the total brainwash made me feel ill. As I walked I heard more music. In the distance somebody played acoustic guitar really beautifully. As I came closer I saw it was a woman who sat high up in a huge tree and played guitar. I wished I could play as well as her. I listened intently so I could repeat the beautiful melody. And then she began to sing. I was almost afraid that she would sing horrible propaganda as well, and spoil the enchantment. But her song was different. It was a song of the Goddess Kali. I heard the words clearly, they were in English. I can't remember what exactly they were, but it seemed that she sang about Kali coming to punish the evil doers, to exterminate the Illuminati and wreak total destruction on the wicked and vile. 'I must remember... I must remember the song', I thought and woke up with the music still in my ears.
After World War III 11/03/2009
The
war against the New World Order had been waged. The evil had wiped out
the majority of people. I was still alive but it was sad to see how few
people were left over. The survivors were broken in spirit too, because
all had lost loved ones and relatives. They were crying because they had
lost brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers. I then told them to adopt
new relatives. And they did as I said, they made each other their
relatives by adopting others into their clan. The new world had been
washed clean of the evil but at a great price. I saw no civilisation,
no houses or technology at all. We were in a natural place and the earth
was clean but quite barren. For some reason we had to go underground
deep in the earth. Then an enormous impact shook the Earth. It could
have been an enormous explosion, maybe nuclear, or maybe an asteroid
hitting the planet. I felt myself being tumbled around and lost
awareness.
Plans for World War III 17/05/2010
When
walking on the streets I heard the people talking that the troops were
coming back. There was a sense of excitement but also questions. Some
were speculating why the troops were returning now, as the war was not
won. Others said they heard the troops were needed here, "for something
else". 'Sure', I thought sarcastically, 'they are needed to gun us
down.' As I continued walking along the streets I had a sense of
unreality, as if life had become a dream. So it was really happening, it
was about to begin, the slaughter of the People by their own
government. My heart was heavy. There were fires on the streets, where
poor homeless people warmed themselves in the fading dusk.
Through telepathy I became aware of what the powers-that-be were planning. They were about to begin a big war that was to involve the whole EU. The only problem was one of the important players was reluctant to play along: Germany. The Germans didn't want war because of their history. They believed very strongly that a war of aggression, fought outside of the borders of Germany was wrong and unlawful. The powers-that-be were thwarted and angered by the lack of co-operation from Germany. They couldn't start the war unless they were assured Germany went along with their agenda. I was relieved. But then something changed, and the powers-that-be managed to obtain the co-operation of Germany. I didn't know how they had convinced, coerced or bribed the German government, but somehow they received the okay from Germany. The Illuminati were thrilled. Now they could begin the war. My heart was heavy. World War III was about to begin, with all the loss of life and horror that such a war brings, and the people were mostly unaware and unwilling to stand up and stop this. Life had become like a bad dream and I wished I would wake up from it and go to another reality, one of beauty, peace, love and harmony and respect for all life. I was very sad.
Through telepathy I became aware of what the powers-that-be were planning. They were about to begin a big war that was to involve the whole EU. The only problem was one of the important players was reluctant to play along: Germany. The Germans didn't want war because of their history. They believed very strongly that a war of aggression, fought outside of the borders of Germany was wrong and unlawful. The powers-that-be were thwarted and angered by the lack of co-operation from Germany. They couldn't start the war unless they were assured Germany went along with their agenda. I was relieved. But then something changed, and the powers-that-be managed to obtain the co-operation of Germany. I didn't know how they had convinced, coerced or bribed the German government, but somehow they received the okay from Germany. The Illuminati were thrilled. Now they could begin the war. My heart was heavy. World War III was about to begin, with all the loss of life and horror that such a war brings, and the people were mostly unaware and unwilling to stand up and stop this. Life had become like a bad dream and I wished I would wake up from it and go to another reality, one of beauty, peace, love and harmony and respect for all life. I was very sad.
The New Berlin 11/12/2009
I
was riding on a tram through Berlin -- the new Berlin, because the old
Berlin had been completely destroyed, possibly by a nuclear bomb, and
the town had then been rebuilt. I and the other passengers were herded
inside the tram. The windows had been nailed shut with thin wooden
boards. Nobody was allowed to see the town as it was now. I felt stifled
in the stale air of the dark inside of the tram. Against orders, I
pushed the wooden board that covered one of the windows until it gave
way and the nails at the lower part of the board came loose. I could now
look out through the gap. The tram was moving across an enormous town
square. In the distance, on either side were large and imposing
buildings. Everything was very clean and very modern. The sun was
shining, but I felt cold. The city was cold and dead. There were no
people to be seen walking anywhere. I didn't like this new Berlin at
all. I felt imprisoned, not just in the tram but there was a feeling of
no freedom at all. Everything was cold and sterile, there was no life. A
light breeze swept up the dust on the large square as if blowing away
the dust of ages. There was a feeling of desolation that came with the
wind and of great grief and sadness. The city felt like a ghost town. I
observed everything as an impartial observer.
In the next scene I was walking in nature with a male guide. I was looking out of my eyes (instead of seeing myself from the outside as I often do) and all I could see was my own naked legs and the lush green grass I walked on. There were some trees and bushes nearby also, but mostly it was grasslands. My guide walked a few steps behind me to the right, as usual. He warned me, "don't veer so far to the right. There is a gigantic prison camp over there on the right. You don't want to go there, it could be dangerous. The prisoners are said to be very violent." When he said those words I saw with my inner eyes the number 2400 (I can't remember exactly maybe something like 2453 or so), and knew that over 2400 prisoners were kept in that camp. I shuddered at the thought of human beings imprisoned and kept in a camp like cattle. It was such a bright sunny day but now it was spoiled by the atmosphere of the prison camp. Then I heard several screams and shouts in the distance which gave me the chills. The voices were hoarse and sounded more like animals than like men. There was something inhumane and very wrong about them. I immediately veered away from this direction, over to the left.
Just then I saw a huge sewage pipe, of maybe two meters diameter protruding from the earth and emptying onto the grasslands where we were walking. It was bad enough that all the waste was just dumped into nature unfiltered, but the really shocking thing was that a body was lying there, half stuck in the pipe. It was the body of a young man. His naked legs protruded from the pipe. He was obviously dead. The flesh of his legs had a deathly pallor. It looked as if the corpse had been lying there for a day or two as the flesh was slightly bloated. I thought how desperate he must have been to try to escape through the filthy sewers. Whether he had been shot or suffocated or drowned in the sewers I didn't know. I turned away from the ghastly scene, glad for the presence of my guide with me in this place that had a moment ago felt so idyllic and now held only danger and hidden horrors. A horrible energy of oppression emanated from the prison camp to my right as I swiftly walked away.
In the next scene I was walking in nature with a male guide. I was looking out of my eyes (instead of seeing myself from the outside as I often do) and all I could see was my own naked legs and the lush green grass I walked on. There were some trees and bushes nearby also, but mostly it was grasslands. My guide walked a few steps behind me to the right, as usual. He warned me, "don't veer so far to the right. There is a gigantic prison camp over there on the right. You don't want to go there, it could be dangerous. The prisoners are said to be very violent." When he said those words I saw with my inner eyes the number 2400 (I can't remember exactly maybe something like 2453 or so), and knew that over 2400 prisoners were kept in that camp. I shuddered at the thought of human beings imprisoned and kept in a camp like cattle. It was such a bright sunny day but now it was spoiled by the atmosphere of the prison camp. Then I heard several screams and shouts in the distance which gave me the chills. The voices were hoarse and sounded more like animals than like men. There was something inhumane and very wrong about them. I immediately veered away from this direction, over to the left.
Just then I saw a huge sewage pipe, of maybe two meters diameter protruding from the earth and emptying onto the grasslands where we were walking. It was bad enough that all the waste was just dumped into nature unfiltered, but the really shocking thing was that a body was lying there, half stuck in the pipe. It was the body of a young man. His naked legs protruded from the pipe. He was obviously dead. The flesh of his legs had a deathly pallor. It looked as if the corpse had been lying there for a day or two as the flesh was slightly bloated. I thought how desperate he must have been to try to escape through the filthy sewers. Whether he had been shot or suffocated or drowned in the sewers I didn't know. I turned away from the ghastly scene, glad for the presence of my guide with me in this place that had a moment ago felt so idyllic and now held only danger and hidden horrors. A horrible energy of oppression emanated from the prison camp to my right as I swiftly walked away.
Chemical Servitude 20/03/2010
I
was travelling in a train with many other people. There were also many
children in the train. The children weren't accompanied by their
parents, instead it seemed I was responsible for them. I can't remember
clearly how we got on the train, only that there was some danger we
were fleeing from and that obstacles were in our way. The journey was
long and perilous, but we somehow overcame them all and were finally
nearing our destination, our home station which was in an elevated area.
I had a sense of relief, of tension falling off me, as I knew the
danger was over once we were home. I felt we were saved and we were
going to be safe now. Surely nothing could go wrong now anymore, we were
almost home. As our train was running into the home station and pulled
around a narrow bend at low speed it was obstructed by another train
that had been placed on the rails in such a way that we couldn't leave
the station again. The obstructing train was white, a solid white colour
with nothing written on it at all, no markings. I don't recall seeing
any windows on that train, and if it had any they were just small gaps.
We were all forced to alight, as we had nowhere else to go. From behind
the white train armed troops appeared. Their leader, an impetuous young
man with brown hair, somewhere in his mid to end twenties gave orders
that we all had to queue up in single file and we had to be vaccinated,
no discussions.
We were forced to queue up at gun point, the children on one side, the adults on the other. Military personnel prepared syringes and asked people to roll up their sleeves. I tried to plead with the leader to let the children go at least, but he wouldn't listen. "Orders!" he said. "Now shut up and go back in the queue!" None of us had any weapons, and there were so many innocent children. I knew the vaccine was harmful, some horrible poison. I felt I might be able to transmute it within myself with my Yogic powers, but what about the innocent children? I tried to speak to the leader again to let the children go. But he only replied: "don't worry, the children get a special vaccine!" "What is special about their vaccine?" I couldn't help but ask even though I took the risk of provoking the brute. "Theirs has a higher dose of mercury, because their brains are still developing," he answered and shooed me off. As the teacher I was permitted to hold the children in my arms while they were being force injected. It was breaking my heart. The children were crying and screaming and I could do nothing to help them. There were too many armed soldiers, and we were unarmed.
My brain was racing frantically: so it was true, the whole point of the vaccination was to get as much mercury as possible into the children's brains, so they would be dumbed down and obedient slaves. The adults were already so brainwashed they needed only a lower dose. Just then a small and emaciated girl was about to be injected with a large dose of the killer vaccine. "Please don't give her the full dose, she is so small and weak," I tried to plead with the evil doctor, but he wouldn't listen. In horror I watched the dirty yellow liquid being injected in the little girl. All around the other children who had already been "vaccinated" were screaming and crying. Some were going into convulsions and looked as if they were dying. I caught the little girl as she collapsed in my arms. Through empathy I felt her pain and an unbearable nausea. She was struggling and crying and I prayed she would survive. Then suddenly a change came over her. She began to grin sheepishly and drool ran down her mouth. The drug had kicked in and now she was getting high on it. This sickened me more than all the rest. I didn't see her anymore, didn't see her spirit soul. If it was somewhere in there it was on the back seat now. She looked like an imbecile now, her eyes glazed and an expression of insane happiness contorted her little face. So, that is what they meant with "by injunctions and injections man can be made to enjoy his servitude," I thought bitterly. They had just destroyed this little girl and turned her into a biological robot. I felt the bile rising in my throat and nausea overcame me but I fought it down, I wasn't going to succumb to this.
We were forced to queue up at gun point, the children on one side, the adults on the other. Military personnel prepared syringes and asked people to roll up their sleeves. I tried to plead with the leader to let the children go at least, but he wouldn't listen. "Orders!" he said. "Now shut up and go back in the queue!" None of us had any weapons, and there were so many innocent children. I knew the vaccine was harmful, some horrible poison. I felt I might be able to transmute it within myself with my Yogic powers, but what about the innocent children? I tried to speak to the leader again to let the children go. But he only replied: "don't worry, the children get a special vaccine!" "What is special about their vaccine?" I couldn't help but ask even though I took the risk of provoking the brute. "Theirs has a higher dose of mercury, because their brains are still developing," he answered and shooed me off. As the teacher I was permitted to hold the children in my arms while they were being force injected. It was breaking my heart. The children were crying and screaming and I could do nothing to help them. There were too many armed soldiers, and we were unarmed.
My brain was racing frantically: so it was true, the whole point of the vaccination was to get as much mercury as possible into the children's brains, so they would be dumbed down and obedient slaves. The adults were already so brainwashed they needed only a lower dose. Just then a small and emaciated girl was about to be injected with a large dose of the killer vaccine. "Please don't give her the full dose, she is so small and weak," I tried to plead with the evil doctor, but he wouldn't listen. In horror I watched the dirty yellow liquid being injected in the little girl. All around the other children who had already been "vaccinated" were screaming and crying. Some were going into convulsions and looked as if they were dying. I caught the little girl as she collapsed in my arms. Through empathy I felt her pain and an unbearable nausea. She was struggling and crying and I prayed she would survive. Then suddenly a change came over her. She began to grin sheepishly and drool ran down her mouth. The drug had kicked in and now she was getting high on it. This sickened me more than all the rest. I didn't see her anymore, didn't see her spirit soul. If it was somewhere in there it was on the back seat now. She looked like an imbecile now, her eyes glazed and an expression of insane happiness contorted her little face. So, that is what they meant with "by injunctions and injections man can be made to enjoy his servitude," I thought bitterly. They had just destroyed this little girl and turned her into a biological robot. I felt the bile rising in my throat and nausea overcame me but I fought it down, I wasn't going to succumb to this.
Control Conspiracy 02/12/2008
I
was working undercover in a big company. I stealthily searched through
desks and drawers for quite a while but was unable to find what I was
looking for. I was close to giving up and believing that whatever I was
looking for wasn't there, but decided to look through one last file
cabinet. In a drawer with lots of untidy loose documents, I finally
found a dossier of about a hundred pages. This was what I had been
looking for! I could feel the excitement and also the tension of
possibly being discovered any moment. I made photocopies of the dossier
by using the photocopying machine of the office. Then I had a closer
look at the dossier. It contained built in video clips which I watched.
It was information intended for the advertising of a new product to be
sold nationwide, maybe even worldwide in the end. It had a short
introduction explaining how the product was to be promoted, and then a
section on what it really did!
The promotional video showed this product being advertised as a natural sunscreen. The "innovative invention" allowed the sunscreen to be administered in the form of a fizzy soft drink of bright green colour. Some of the slogans used were, "no more applying of tedious sun-screens... enjoy the sun without worry... for a deep bronze tan and healthy skin..." etc. Then the video went on to show that this product could also be used as a hair gel. It showed an athletic young man applying the neon green liquid to his hair and combing it in style. He was already nicely tanned from use of the product, of course, as the video implied. But the multi-purpose product was also a sexual stimulant and mood enhancing drug. The next scene showed people partying and having fun, laughing and giggling. Then a young couple was having sex, the woman acting very wanton and like a nymphomaniac. The commentator's voice was going on how much more fun and better sex one would have simply by drinking the product. Then came the second part of the video which was top secret.
It then showed how the men and women who were so enjoying themselves and having great sex were becoming dumber and dumber with each successive use of the product. However, by then they were too dumb to notice their dwindling intelligence! They became more and more caught up in enjoying sensual pleasure and lost the ability to reason and make decisions. In other words they became almost like vegetables. But the devious drug was also designed to repress certain areas of the brain, as the commentator went on to explain. It suppressed the areas of the brain which were responsible for making decisions, critical analysis and rebellion or resistance. Those who consumed the drug would in time become completely malleable, follow every order and command without questioning, and become otherwise very apathetic. They would only do things when prompted by others and then do so unquestioningly. They would also become addicted to the drug to the point where they would do anything to get it. The long-term effect was that the population that was under the effect of the drug would be completely spineless, open to suggestion, obedient and dumb, willing unpaid slaves for the government! I was horrified.
Having seen the great evil that the government planned, I wanted to get the secret dossier to safety and make it public as soon as I could. To get into the company building I had allowed myself to be locked in over the weekend. But now I was worried that the company might not reopen on Monday and that I would have to stay in this place without food or water until I slowly starved to death. But suddenly I had another more pressing worry: detection! For I heard footsteps in the abandoned building! There was no place to hide in that room besides one big double bed that looked quite out of place in the large modern office. I tried to dive under the bed, but the space between the floor and the boards of the bed was too narrow for me to get under. The footsteps were coming closer. It sounded as if two people were coming. I was frantically looking around for a hiding place, knowing I mustn't be discovered for the mission to succeed. There was no place to hide, so finally I lifted up the heavy bed with one hand and managed to squeeze myself underneath it.
Just in time, because from my hiding place I saw the legs of two people coming through the big glass double door. They were a man and a woman. And then I saw the woman had brought a baby with her, which she put on the floor just next to the bed. It was a male child and he was wearing a bright blue T-shirt (Shiva blue). I was sweating because the space underneath the bed was very small and my clothes were too thick. Maybe I was also sweating because I feared being discovered. I was wearing something red or possibly I had my red meditation blanket with me under the bed. I felt like I was in a sauna. As I had feared, the toddler soon detected me. He was looking me straight in the eyes. 'Don't let him give my hiding place away! Don't let him say anything!' I was praying mentally. I put my finger on my lips in the sign of silence to shush him. And though the child saw me, he never said a word. He gurgled happily but he didn't point in my direction as if he knew it was important that I stayed undetected.
But the man and woman stayed for very long. They might even have made love on top of the bed I was hiding under. It took so long that I had to take my clothes off underneath the bed or else I would have died of heat stroke. I came out when I thought they were gone, when it was completely quiet in the room. I sat behind the bed on the far side, hidden from view if anybody should come to the door and tried to put my clothes on quickly. I had just put my lacy black underwear back on when I saw the woman standing at the foot of the bed. She too was putting her clothes on. I tried not to move but within a second she had detected me. She called out to the man, who was not in the room, but obviously somewhere nearby, "Who the hell is this? What is this woman doing over here?" The man came running and when he saw me he immediately said, "I've never seen her before! I have no idea what she's doing here! She must be a spy! We should kill her!"
The woman looked angry, but not at me, at him. "Oh admit it, you have been cheating on me again! Don't think I believe your lousy excuses! How long has this been going on?" I didn't say anything to defend myself, because I thought this little jealousy drama might work out fine for me. The man tried to defend himself once more. "Honestly darling, I have never seen this woman before. I have been faithful to you!" "Bullshit!" the woman yelled, "I've had enough of your lies! And don't think you can get away with it by getting rid of her! I forbid you to kill her! But I will not have her in my place!" Then she turned to me and angrily said, "Get out of here, you slut, before I forget myself!" I threw some guilty looks at her husband for maximum effect and ran off half naked holding my other clothes, looking every bit like the stereotypical illicit lover in my black lacy underwear. I made an upset face, but inside I was jubilant for I had the copy of the dossier and I knew their evil plans. The woman had solved my problem of getting out of the company, fast and safely!
The promotional video showed this product being advertised as a natural sunscreen. The "innovative invention" allowed the sunscreen to be administered in the form of a fizzy soft drink of bright green colour. Some of the slogans used were, "no more applying of tedious sun-screens... enjoy the sun without worry... for a deep bronze tan and healthy skin..." etc. Then the video went on to show that this product could also be used as a hair gel. It showed an athletic young man applying the neon green liquid to his hair and combing it in style. He was already nicely tanned from use of the product, of course, as the video implied. But the multi-purpose product was also a sexual stimulant and mood enhancing drug. The next scene showed people partying and having fun, laughing and giggling. Then a young couple was having sex, the woman acting very wanton and like a nymphomaniac. The commentator's voice was going on how much more fun and better sex one would have simply by drinking the product. Then came the second part of the video which was top secret.
It then showed how the men and women who were so enjoying themselves and having great sex were becoming dumber and dumber with each successive use of the product. However, by then they were too dumb to notice their dwindling intelligence! They became more and more caught up in enjoying sensual pleasure and lost the ability to reason and make decisions. In other words they became almost like vegetables. But the devious drug was also designed to repress certain areas of the brain, as the commentator went on to explain. It suppressed the areas of the brain which were responsible for making decisions, critical analysis and rebellion or resistance. Those who consumed the drug would in time become completely malleable, follow every order and command without questioning, and become otherwise very apathetic. They would only do things when prompted by others and then do so unquestioningly. They would also become addicted to the drug to the point where they would do anything to get it. The long-term effect was that the population that was under the effect of the drug would be completely spineless, open to suggestion, obedient and dumb, willing unpaid slaves for the government! I was horrified.
Having seen the great evil that the government planned, I wanted to get the secret dossier to safety and make it public as soon as I could. To get into the company building I had allowed myself to be locked in over the weekend. But now I was worried that the company might not reopen on Monday and that I would have to stay in this place without food or water until I slowly starved to death. But suddenly I had another more pressing worry: detection! For I heard footsteps in the abandoned building! There was no place to hide in that room besides one big double bed that looked quite out of place in the large modern office. I tried to dive under the bed, but the space between the floor and the boards of the bed was too narrow for me to get under. The footsteps were coming closer. It sounded as if two people were coming. I was frantically looking around for a hiding place, knowing I mustn't be discovered for the mission to succeed. There was no place to hide, so finally I lifted up the heavy bed with one hand and managed to squeeze myself underneath it.
Just in time, because from my hiding place I saw the legs of two people coming through the big glass double door. They were a man and a woman. And then I saw the woman had brought a baby with her, which she put on the floor just next to the bed. It was a male child and he was wearing a bright blue T-shirt (Shiva blue). I was sweating because the space underneath the bed was very small and my clothes were too thick. Maybe I was also sweating because I feared being discovered. I was wearing something red or possibly I had my red meditation blanket with me under the bed. I felt like I was in a sauna. As I had feared, the toddler soon detected me. He was looking me straight in the eyes. 'Don't let him give my hiding place away! Don't let him say anything!' I was praying mentally. I put my finger on my lips in the sign of silence to shush him. And though the child saw me, he never said a word. He gurgled happily but he didn't point in my direction as if he knew it was important that I stayed undetected.
But the man and woman stayed for very long. They might even have made love on top of the bed I was hiding under. It took so long that I had to take my clothes off underneath the bed or else I would have died of heat stroke. I came out when I thought they were gone, when it was completely quiet in the room. I sat behind the bed on the far side, hidden from view if anybody should come to the door and tried to put my clothes on quickly. I had just put my lacy black underwear back on when I saw the woman standing at the foot of the bed. She too was putting her clothes on. I tried not to move but within a second she had detected me. She called out to the man, who was not in the room, but obviously somewhere nearby, "Who the hell is this? What is this woman doing over here?" The man came running and when he saw me he immediately said, "I've never seen her before! I have no idea what she's doing here! She must be a spy! We should kill her!"
The woman looked angry, but not at me, at him. "Oh admit it, you have been cheating on me again! Don't think I believe your lousy excuses! How long has this been going on?" I didn't say anything to defend myself, because I thought this little jealousy drama might work out fine for me. The man tried to defend himself once more. "Honestly darling, I have never seen this woman before. I have been faithful to you!" "Bullshit!" the woman yelled, "I've had enough of your lies! And don't think you can get away with it by getting rid of her! I forbid you to kill her! But I will not have her in my place!" Then she turned to me and angrily said, "Get out of here, you slut, before I forget myself!" I threw some guilty looks at her husband for maximum effect and ran off half naked holding my other clothes, looking every bit like the stereotypical illicit lover in my black lacy underwear. I made an upset face, but inside I was jubilant for I had the copy of the dossier and I knew their evil plans. The woman had solved my problem of getting out of the company, fast and safely!
Police Control 10/03/2008
I
moved to a new area. Everything was nicer there. It was close to nature
and all the houses were neat, the streets clean and wide and it was
always sunny. I liked it in my new home. The street I lived in was a
quiet bag end with trees and gardens. Somehow I could never remember the
street name. In the beginning when I had problems to find my way I used
certain landmarks to find my way home. I always knew which one was my
house, because in front of it grew the most beautiful roses. Those
weren't ordinary roses, they were of an unusual dark golden colour, a
metallic "antique gold". In fact the roses weren't just golden, they
were made of pure gold. They grew in no other place just on my property.
One day I was going out to a place I hadn't been to yet. I went to the subway. There were many people milling about. The loudspeaker announced something about the police. In the beginning I wasn't paying attention. I went to the ticketing automaton. But it had been changed. Now everybody had to insert their ID card in the automaton before buying a ticket. On the ID card was all kind of personal information, such as one's address and other things, even one's bank accounts were stored there. In fact the ID card looked like a debit card, but it was an ID card.
The police this way could track who travelled on the subway, where they went, where they lived, how much money they had, everything personal they could track. It was the total police surveillance state. The individual had neither rights nor privacy. I hesitated. I wanted to use the subway, but not at that cost. There was a police officer behind me. He urged me to insert my card. I mumbled an excuse about having forgotten something at home. He took a notepad out from his pocket and asked me for my address. I told him I was new in the area and could never remember the road name. He asked for my ID card and I replied I had forgotten it at home, that's why I had to return. I did in fact have it in my pocket but I wasn't going to be registered and robbed of my freedom and human rights. The police officer then wanted to accompany me home to make sure they got me registered. I told him it was a very long walk and then he finally gave up on me and tried other, easier targets.
I got out of the subway station as fast as I could and let out a long breath of relief when I was clear of the surveillance area. I decided I would never take public transport again if it meant I was registered and controlled by the police. There was another way to my destination, that involved walking a long detour but through nature and a wilderness area. I preferred a walk of many miles to losing my freedom and my human rights and becoming just another cog in the system. The system sucked. The police were trying to extend their power into the most private areas of the citizens. They were abusing power and terrorising the people, most of them were either too dull to care, or too scared to resist or protest. I was horrified at what was happening that the police were invading people's private lives to such an extent. They were creating a terrible oppressive police state such as in the former USSR . And I had to go "underground" to escape that. I also felt that the golden roses were protecting my house so the police would never find it and would be unable to do me any harm there.
Note: in 2010 when the Greek economy collapsed due to the bankster's plot, people were told that they had to wear a card on them all the time, a card that holds information about their financial and health data, name address, and other personal information. This card was to be carried even by children, as I was told by a friend in Greece!
One day I was going out to a place I hadn't been to yet. I went to the subway. There were many people milling about. The loudspeaker announced something about the police. In the beginning I wasn't paying attention. I went to the ticketing automaton. But it had been changed. Now everybody had to insert their ID card in the automaton before buying a ticket. On the ID card was all kind of personal information, such as one's address and other things, even one's bank accounts were stored there. In fact the ID card looked like a debit card, but it was an ID card.
The police this way could track who travelled on the subway, where they went, where they lived, how much money they had, everything personal they could track. It was the total police surveillance state. The individual had neither rights nor privacy. I hesitated. I wanted to use the subway, but not at that cost. There was a police officer behind me. He urged me to insert my card. I mumbled an excuse about having forgotten something at home. He took a notepad out from his pocket and asked me for my address. I told him I was new in the area and could never remember the road name. He asked for my ID card and I replied I had forgotten it at home, that's why I had to return. I did in fact have it in my pocket but I wasn't going to be registered and robbed of my freedom and human rights. The police officer then wanted to accompany me home to make sure they got me registered. I told him it was a very long walk and then he finally gave up on me and tried other, easier targets.
I got out of the subway station as fast as I could and let out a long breath of relief when I was clear of the surveillance area. I decided I would never take public transport again if it meant I was registered and controlled by the police. There was another way to my destination, that involved walking a long detour but through nature and a wilderness area. I preferred a walk of many miles to losing my freedom and my human rights and becoming just another cog in the system. The system sucked. The police were trying to extend their power into the most private areas of the citizens. They were abusing power and terrorising the people, most of them were either too dull to care, or too scared to resist or protest. I was horrified at what was happening that the police were invading people's private lives to such an extent. They were creating a terrible oppressive police state such as in the former USSR . And I had to go "underground" to escape that. I also felt that the golden roses were protecting my house so the police would never find it and would be unable to do me any harm there.
Note: in 2010 when the Greek economy collapsed due to the bankster's plot, people were told that they had to wear a card on them all the time, a card that holds information about their financial and health data, name address, and other personal information. This card was to be carried even by children, as I was told by a friend in Greece!
Stale Grapes 04/06/2007
I
met L. (a former friend whom I haven’t seen in years) somewhere
outdoors. He looked aged and suffering. Life hadn't been kind to him. It
looked as if he had been having rough times. It was just shocking to
see him like this. His hair was falling out, too. On the top of his head
was a big oval bald area which looked like a tonsure. He had tried to
cover it with a hair piece, but that hadn't worked too well, the
tonsure was very visible. Seeing him with the tonsure somehow reminded
me of D., though I didn't know why. (I found out in 2010 that D. had
become a minister!)
I was hungry and proceeded to make some food for myself. I had yoghurt and dark grapes. But there wasn't much so I couldn't share everything with L. I think I gave him some yoghurt though. Then I started to sort out the grapes. Some were a bit overripe, soft or wrinkly, and those I put aside to be discarded. The good ones I put in my bowl. But L. took the bad grapes which I had discarded and began to eat them. "You don't have to eat those," I said, feeling disgusted at the thought of eating rotten fruit. "You can have some of those!" I suggested pointing at the good grapes. L. however said, the grapes I had discarded were still good.
After we had eaten he said, he hadn't felt so good in years. I wondered if overripe and stale grapes made him feel so good, then what did he normally eat? I told him the reason he felt so good was because grapes were spiritual food. L. now felt energetic and eager to do some positive things.
There were many big billboards in the town where we were. They were on every street corner showing very similar scenes: a life of misery and drudgery! It seemed to be a kind of government propaganda that was designed to make people feel good about the shitty life they had, so they would never strive for something better - believing there was nothing better. Some showed people cheerfully toiling in factories, etc. L. and I then got some paint and painted over those scenes. What we painted was something totally different, a life of freedom filled with joy and abundance for everyone. We painted meadows and people in nature, happy and healthy. But what we were doing was illegal. The government tried to stop us. They were always after us and we had to be careful not to be caught. The crime we committed was to tell people the truth, that there was hope, that there was a better life out there. This was regarded as a dangerous philosophy by the government. We had to be very careful, but we didn't give up our work of painting a brighter future for everyone.
Note: When I had this dream in 2007 I had no clue whatsoever about the New World Order agenda or any conspiracies.
I was hungry and proceeded to make some food for myself. I had yoghurt and dark grapes. But there wasn't much so I couldn't share everything with L. I think I gave him some yoghurt though. Then I started to sort out the grapes. Some were a bit overripe, soft or wrinkly, and those I put aside to be discarded. The good ones I put in my bowl. But L. took the bad grapes which I had discarded and began to eat them. "You don't have to eat those," I said, feeling disgusted at the thought of eating rotten fruit. "You can have some of those!" I suggested pointing at the good grapes. L. however said, the grapes I had discarded were still good.
After we had eaten he said, he hadn't felt so good in years. I wondered if overripe and stale grapes made him feel so good, then what did he normally eat? I told him the reason he felt so good was because grapes were spiritual food. L. now felt energetic and eager to do some positive things.
There were many big billboards in the town where we were. They were on every street corner showing very similar scenes: a life of misery and drudgery! It seemed to be a kind of government propaganda that was designed to make people feel good about the shitty life they had, so they would never strive for something better - believing there was nothing better. Some showed people cheerfully toiling in factories, etc. L. and I then got some paint and painted over those scenes. What we painted was something totally different, a life of freedom filled with joy and abundance for everyone. We painted meadows and people in nature, happy and healthy. But what we were doing was illegal. The government tried to stop us. They were always after us and we had to be careful not to be caught. The crime we committed was to tell people the truth, that there was hope, that there was a better life out there. This was regarded as a dangerous philosophy by the government. We had to be very careful, but we didn't give up our work of painting a brighter future for everyone.
Note: When I had this dream in 2007 I had no clue whatsoever about the New World Order agenda or any conspiracies.
Government Gene Experiment 29/01/2007
I
was with several friends and together we entered a room in a public
building. On the floor on the left side of the room lay several people,
both male and female, adults and children. There were quite a few people
lying on this pile of human bodies, but something was odd. There were a
lot of heads, but not many bodies. On closer look I saw that there were
some heads with half a torso, or a full torso, and some bodies that had
all the limbs, but the legs were completely flattened as if a bulldozer
had run over them. All the people, even the incomplete ones, were
alive. Only now I realised they hadn't been injured, they had been born
so deformed. At this moment the door behind us fell shut. We were
imprisoned, together with the horribly deformed people, who then told us
how they had become like this.
They told us that the government was doing gene experiments. They were trying to breed a race of obedient slaves. Obviously their breeding program didn't work so well, thus the horrible deformities. Those people on the pile were rubbish, ready to be thrown away! As they had no legs they couldn't even run away. At this moment the government people came back in the room. They were pointing at each one of us and discussing who was to be bred with whom. They had a mating plan for me worked out already. My friends were horrified, but too scared to do or say anything. I however wasn't going to be used. I shouted loud: "Let me out of here!" And hammered at them with my bare fists until they made way and I could force my way out of the door. The others were still stuck in the prison though, they could have run and fought too, but they chose not to. I alone had made it out.
Then I was on the run. I had my brown backpack with me, in which I carried my (old) laptop, my cell phone, and a silver colour cell phone belonging to one of my friends. I thought I had escaped the horrible fate of being bred like cattle and used in the government's disgusting Frankenstein experiments. But somehow the Secret Service found me. I ran away, but they caught up with me again and again. Men in black were after me wherever I went. They jumped out of cars, popped out from behind walls, followed me in crowds, wherever I went they were close by. Finally I figured they kept on locating me through the silver cell phone of my friend, who was still imprisoned. S/he must have told them the number and they used that to locate me.
I threw the cell phone away. But the men in black came after me again, pointing guns at me, ready to shoot me. At that moment I remembered I could fly and flew straight up to the sky, escaping them once again. Now they were even more interested in me. They had a plan to breed me and use me for my special powers, even use my powers in their dirty warfare. Besides, I knew too much so they wanted to silence me - permanently. They sent out even more agents to catch me. Several times they came very close to capturing me, and each time I flew up in the sky like a rocket, getting faster each time too. I stayed up there in the sky for a while, looking down on the grey city of tall buildings and concrete, which looked so dull compared to the brilliant blue sky above.
After a while I came down and landed in a totally different area. But each time the Secret Service came closer to capturing me. Finally they came so close they almost grabbed me. I had to leave my backpack with my laptop and my cell phone behind in order to escape them. I shot up in the sky at incredible speed, straight up like a rocket. The secret service agents stood there gawking, angry they had once again failed to capture me.
I then observed their activities from afar. They captured a black man and his friends. They wanted to breed him with me! Only they didn't get me. In the meantime they did some experiments on him. Something went wrong and he became a small child of about 4 years again. I thought he was very cute as a baby, so cute I wanted to cuddle him. The government was waiting for him to grow up again so they could still breed him with me! But they never caught me! Then I saw the black man as a small child on a toy motorbike - next take: he was a grown man on a real motorbike, drinking a cup of coffee from a paper cup, tossing it away, then driving off with roaring engine. Twenty years had passed between the two takes. Meanwhile all his friends had grown old, only he was still young, because he had relived his childhood years. And I, the observer, still high up in the sky hadn't aged either. In all those years I hadn't grown a day older.
They told us that the government was doing gene experiments. They were trying to breed a race of obedient slaves. Obviously their breeding program didn't work so well, thus the horrible deformities. Those people on the pile were rubbish, ready to be thrown away! As they had no legs they couldn't even run away. At this moment the government people came back in the room. They were pointing at each one of us and discussing who was to be bred with whom. They had a mating plan for me worked out already. My friends were horrified, but too scared to do or say anything. I however wasn't going to be used. I shouted loud: "Let me out of here!" And hammered at them with my bare fists until they made way and I could force my way out of the door. The others were still stuck in the prison though, they could have run and fought too, but they chose not to. I alone had made it out.
Then I was on the run. I had my brown backpack with me, in which I carried my (old) laptop, my cell phone, and a silver colour cell phone belonging to one of my friends. I thought I had escaped the horrible fate of being bred like cattle and used in the government's disgusting Frankenstein experiments. But somehow the Secret Service found me. I ran away, but they caught up with me again and again. Men in black were after me wherever I went. They jumped out of cars, popped out from behind walls, followed me in crowds, wherever I went they were close by. Finally I figured they kept on locating me through the silver cell phone of my friend, who was still imprisoned. S/he must have told them the number and they used that to locate me.
I threw the cell phone away. But the men in black came after me again, pointing guns at me, ready to shoot me. At that moment I remembered I could fly and flew straight up to the sky, escaping them once again. Now they were even more interested in me. They had a plan to breed me and use me for my special powers, even use my powers in their dirty warfare. Besides, I knew too much so they wanted to silence me - permanently. They sent out even more agents to catch me. Several times they came very close to capturing me, and each time I flew up in the sky like a rocket, getting faster each time too. I stayed up there in the sky for a while, looking down on the grey city of tall buildings and concrete, which looked so dull compared to the brilliant blue sky above.
After a while I came down and landed in a totally different area. But each time the Secret Service came closer to capturing me. Finally they came so close they almost grabbed me. I had to leave my backpack with my laptop and my cell phone behind in order to escape them. I shot up in the sky at incredible speed, straight up like a rocket. The secret service agents stood there gawking, angry they had once again failed to capture me.
I then observed their activities from afar. They captured a black man and his friends. They wanted to breed him with me! Only they didn't get me. In the meantime they did some experiments on him. Something went wrong and he became a small child of about 4 years again. I thought he was very cute as a baby, so cute I wanted to cuddle him. The government was waiting for him to grow up again so they could still breed him with me! But they never caught me! Then I saw the black man as a small child on a toy motorbike - next take: he was a grown man on a real motorbike, drinking a cup of coffee from a paper cup, tossing it away, then driving off with roaring engine. Twenty years had passed between the two takes. Meanwhile all his friends had grown old, only he was still young, because he had relived his childhood years. And I, the observer, still high up in the sky hadn't aged either. In all those years I hadn't grown a day older.
Brave New World 17/07/2006
We
were all in a new world, a world without technology, or industry. It
wasn't that technology hadn't existed, but rather that it had failed and
people were going back to living in a more natural way, or there had
been a disaster and now there was no technology left over. There were
relatively few people and lots of space, but not everything was great.
At first I was outside. I observed how the people in the new world were
trying to survive. There wasn't enough food, people had to ration it,
and many were starving. I saw a child play in the mud. The child was
dirty and had long worms coming out of his body. I was disgusted. The
father of the child came to bring him home. He didn't say anything about
hygiene to the child. I couldn't understand why the parents didn't take
better care of their children. People were hungry, children were
neglected, and we were cold. Winter was coming and we didn't have enough
bedding.
We had a counsel meeting and they said it would take a few more years until we had enough good quality cotton crops to have bedding for everybody. Similarly, they hadn't yet found out how to grow food crops properly. I thought 'I am worse off than before, in this brave new world. Things are not improving, they are actually much worse." There were a few houses, where people lived, but no electricity or modern household appliances. I lived in a huge block of flats on one of the upper floors. I shared a small flat with K. who is usually very sullen. She lay on the couch and asked me to gently stroke her arms. I did so and she laughed and giggled and enjoyed it very much. I knew my boyfriend was living in the same block of flats. For some reason we didn't live together. He lived with his son and therefore couldn't stay with me. He came to visit occasionally though.
The walls between the flats were open at the top so one could hear what the neighbours were talking about. I didn't like that, as it gave me no privacy. There were "supervisors" who actually spied on people, almost like in a communist state. One of the supervisors, a woman came to my flat. I told her I didn't like the open walls, that I wanted to have some privacy, when my boyfriend was going to visit me, so we could make love undisturbed. "Lovemaking is strictly forbidden here anyway!" she said sourly and looked at me disapprovingly. I was shocked, nothing seemed to be allowed here! I didn't reply to her remark, but thought of finding a way around that rule.
Next she asked me whether I had any weapons in the house, because possession of weapons, specifically knives was forbidden. "I have no weapons," I replied, "and no knives other than bread knives." "Bread knives are illegal too. One could do damage to a person with them!" she said patronisingly and proceeded to take the bread knives out of my drawers, then left. I was very frustrated. I thought, this new world sucks. It was better in the old world, my old life was better than this. At least I had all the comforts of modern civilisation, a good household, a comfortable home, etc. At least I wasn't hungry and cold. Now there was no food, no joy, no love, just hunger and starvation, coldness and rules. I wished I had my old life back.
Note: when I had this dream and titled it spontaneously Brave New World I had never heard of the book nor the movie Brave New World, at least not consciously. I found out about it a few days later only. In 2009 I heard for the first time that part of the New World Order agenda was to make an end to intercourse, probably to control all breeding, just like in the movie Brave New World. The bread knife confiscation may seem ridiculous, but we are not far from it. In some countries even pocket knives and camping knives are now illegal. Wake up people or wake up in a camp!
We had a counsel meeting and they said it would take a few more years until we had enough good quality cotton crops to have bedding for everybody. Similarly, they hadn't yet found out how to grow food crops properly. I thought 'I am worse off than before, in this brave new world. Things are not improving, they are actually much worse." There were a few houses, where people lived, but no electricity or modern household appliances. I lived in a huge block of flats on one of the upper floors. I shared a small flat with K. who is usually very sullen. She lay on the couch and asked me to gently stroke her arms. I did so and she laughed and giggled and enjoyed it very much. I knew my boyfriend was living in the same block of flats. For some reason we didn't live together. He lived with his son and therefore couldn't stay with me. He came to visit occasionally though.
The walls between the flats were open at the top so one could hear what the neighbours were talking about. I didn't like that, as it gave me no privacy. There were "supervisors" who actually spied on people, almost like in a communist state. One of the supervisors, a woman came to my flat. I told her I didn't like the open walls, that I wanted to have some privacy, when my boyfriend was going to visit me, so we could make love undisturbed. "Lovemaking is strictly forbidden here anyway!" she said sourly and looked at me disapprovingly. I was shocked, nothing seemed to be allowed here! I didn't reply to her remark, but thought of finding a way around that rule.
Next she asked me whether I had any weapons in the house, because possession of weapons, specifically knives was forbidden. "I have no weapons," I replied, "and no knives other than bread knives." "Bread knives are illegal too. One could do damage to a person with them!" she said patronisingly and proceeded to take the bread knives out of my drawers, then left. I was very frustrated. I thought, this new world sucks. It was better in the old world, my old life was better than this. At least I had all the comforts of modern civilisation, a good household, a comfortable home, etc. At least I wasn't hungry and cold. Now there was no food, no joy, no love, just hunger and starvation, coldness and rules. I wished I had my old life back.
Note: when I had this dream and titled it spontaneously Brave New World I had never heard of the book nor the movie Brave New World, at least not consciously. I found out about it a few days later only. In 2009 I heard for the first time that part of the New World Order agenda was to make an end to intercourse, probably to control all breeding, just like in the movie Brave New World. The bread knife confiscation may seem ridiculous, but we are not far from it. In some countries even pocket knives and camping knives are now illegal. Wake up people or wake up in a camp!
Copyright © Avalon Sakti Tiamat, 26.12.2010
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