RS2--daniel

After 2 weeks of not recalling any of my dreams, and another week after of only being able to recall flashes for a short time after waking, I had a dream yesterday that I need to share. I'm a regular lucid dreamer, and I've been practicing techniques such as astral projection and remote viewing for about 2 years now, so it was very odd for me to not remember any of my cosmic sector activity. I felt like I was disconnected... like something was changing and I knew it.. a recalibration if you will. Ok here's the dream. It's a long one.. fair warning lol

There were 3 old ladies in a government agency who were mad.. one was actually losing it, and called a tactical strike on me and a few others, I feel like we were at a college campus. I was walking and talking with someone, and bullets started zipping by. I tried to ascertain what was going on, and at that moment a baseball dugout that I was close to exploded, having been shot with a missile from a helicopter. I was flying through the air trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, and I could feel bullets tearing through me even thought I was airborne. I hit the ground rolling, and grabbed the person I had been talking to and started to look for an exit route. I could see people all around being gunned down and flying through the air. I could feel bullets still hitting me. The small thought crept through my mind "I wonder how many of these it's gonna take to bring me down.. I'm resilient but damn"

I looked to the right, In my mind it felt like South, and saw a zigzagging staircase.. with high brick walls so that anyone descending or ascending the stairs would not be seen until they emerged from one side or another. The stairs were oriented from N to S the higher end closest to me being the top, and the lower end towards the South was the bottom. I moved towards the brick walls for cover and lifted myself up onto the column looking left.. East and could see a small bit of water through a separation of trees. I remember laughing in my head thinking "Is this really it? At least I got to see the ocean before I go" I started descending the stairs and at this point the realized the person I was trying to take with me was dying, there was nothing I could do, so I continued on alone towards the clearing of trees and waves and noticed docks that extended out on the water to what looked like homes... more like homes on a river than houseboats at the ocean. I looked left when I was close to and facing one dock, so North, and saw the 3 ladies at an extreme distance notice me and started shooting my way, I remember the one crazed angry one had a gun that would make Dirty Harry smile.

I looked back to the dock and saw a young guy, about my age, doing work at the end of his dock. I was trying to figure out how to get over to him without freaking him out (I was shot up like Swiss cheese) and I noticed a forklift (blue one with the boom and forks sitting over the top of the cab) moving towards me from the North. I just went for it, running out onto the dock, making my way around stuff that was sitting out on it, and I got to the guy. I asked him "Have you been hearing those gunshots?" He answered "Yeah I have, it's crazy.. I'm getting ready to leave" I pointed out the multiple holes in my shirt and asked it he might be able to help me. At that point the forklift pulled up to the end of the dock, and it looked like it was going to flip a van over for cover. I asked the guy if he had any weapons. I was sick of this shit and was going to shoot the forklift driver. He pulled a small pistol out his pocket, small enough to fit in the palm of a hand, a .22 calibur pistol (the exact same one my grandmother had while I was growing up) I remember him saying something about 'eagle' as he handed it to me and I moved to take aim at the forklift.

At this point the 3 old ladies had pulled up in a black van and it looked like they were preparing an assault on the dock/home. I ran to the end of the dock and pulled out a piece of equipment that was holding it [the dock] to the shore, it didn't seem like much but I knew it was enough to keep them at bay for a little bit. I moved back towards the end of the dock to take cover and saw the craziest old lady that was losing it move towards the end of the dock holding her Dirty Harry gun. I yelled out at her "Are you really about to come out here at me and hurt the innocent people that live here?" She looked pissed and crazy and did the unthinkable... holstered her gun and said "Tomorrow. Today's over"

They left and I went back to talk to the guy to make a plan to leave. I gave him his pistol back and he led me inside the home at the end of the dock. When I got in I realized there was someone else there... a women who lives in NC that I've never met in the physical. We connected online earlier this year when a group of people got together after abovetopsecret was DDOS attacked.. After getting to know her online and talking to her on a regular basis, there became a glaringly significant bond between us. There are so many things that parallel in our lives that it's not funny. She is was a nurse until earlier this year, and is very into spirituality.. AP, energy work/Reiki/healing hands/studying of all different religions and mythologies. My realization of the perpetuation of the light v dark program instantly woke her up to it. She's one of the only people I've been able to talk to about the deepest subjects that go through my head.. and she understands. She lives 424 miles North of me in NC on the East side equidistant to the large interstate near us that I live West of in SE GA, A google directions map looks terribly like a yin-yang. We have shared dreams, her kids and my god kids names are almost identical. I'm 24, she's 42. We've talked about it, and while I don't know how to fit twin flames into my Weltanshauung, if there's something to it... we're twin flames.

In the dream, I was overjoyed to see her, but didn't even offer a hug as I was bloody and scared that a hug would hurt. Throughout the entire dream I could feel where I was shot, the most painful one on my left thigh, right where my pants pocket would be. I asked the guy that was helping me if he had a bathroom with a mirror so I could see the damage. He went to show me through the house to the bathroom and I finally lost my strength. I looked at her and asked for help. She put her arm around my shoulders to help hold me up and helped me to the bathroom. As we were moving through the home, the guy told me he had a friend that could get us to SC. I said that was perfect because I had people in Charleston. He opened the bathroom door and led us in, showing me the mirror. I went to pull my shirt up over my head and woke up.


Last night at work, I hadn't really been thinking about the dream for a while, and then the 3 old ladies popped back into my mind, which then immediately pinged to these 3 ladies


I told my dad and brother about the dream last night before work, and this morning after I got home, was talking to them about having the thought the 3 old ladies being the Fates. I had to try to remind my dad who I was talking about. I mentioned the Disney movie Hercules.. he brought up Prometheus, and I thought but didn't say Percy Jackson. I came back in the living room to talk to the twin about it, and was thunderstruck to see that my dad had tuned the TV to TNT before we stepped in the back for a powwow... Percy Jackson's on, and he had turned it here before we said anything about anything.

Here's the conversation we had (note: Star Skye is not her real name, she has an anonymous account on FB that she uses for the Bunker.. the group that was formed after ATS's DDOS attack)

Joey VanHorn
I kinda REALLY hope I have an overactive imagination...
Star Skye
12:03pm
Star Skye
The three fates! I thought that at first but I wanted you to figure it out!!
Its not overactive Joey and you know it! Its the frequency we are on. Like a fined tuned radio instrument!
Joey VanHorn
12:04pm
Joey VanHorn
It's kinda got my pulse rate up... The fates are coming at me? With the promise that they'd be back tomorrow...
I'm not scared.... bewildered... somewhat excited to have seen something like them... I just don't really know what to think about it
Star Skye
12:08pm
Star Skye
Its sounding more symbolic to me now. Maybe you have stolen the eye or was able to see what they can and humans are not supposed to in their opinion? Hmmm IDK
Joey VanHorn
12:09pm
Joey VanHorn
Just now my brain was thinking... eagle... freedom. Then I thought.. what would happen if someone was able to take possession of their string?
Hmmmm..... I think if I see them again I'm not running.. no matter how many bullet holes I get
LOL that was a difficult intention to make. but it's set. When I see them again I stand tall
it's taken 4 deeeep breathes to solidify that intention whereas normally it only takes 1. Lol maybe I WAS scared! It's been a long time since I've felt it. Ok 5 deep breathes haha
...sumabitch and I look up at my clock and it says 12:12
I'm posting this to conscioushugs. It's a lot

And that's exactly what I've done. I would love to hear what you guys/gals think. I'm getting ready to go to bed, as I have to work again tonight, so... I guess I get to see if the old hag was serious about coming back tomorrow. Thanks in advance for the feedback!

Some of the references and symboligy in dreams are personal and will only make sence to that particular dreamer but others are pretty universal. I'v noticed a few things through lucid dreaming,taking mind altering chems and attaining enlightenment (which is literal by the way,ya start seein geometric light patterns in people and in the world around you). 3 is a very important number and I can see why after much meditation, think of 3 on a clockface it's off to the right and at a right angle. When ya glance off to the right during meditation it makes the light pattern start to roll like the turning of a wheel and it keeps folding in on itself becoming brighter and fuller. It reminds me of a pinwheel, once a section fills up with light it rotates and so on and so forth and the patterns overlap each other becoming more dense and complex giving you a sinking stairstep feeling. This is the reason why time/space or space/time and reality exist at right angles i believe. Also feels like layers being stripped off or melting, I believe this is why its always referenced as the underworld. The number 3 and that spiral staircase might be a reference to these things. Check out these pics, one of isis and one of el castillo in chichen itza. Notice the stairstep iconography, it's found in all ancinet cultures always expressing the decent into the underworld or accent into the heavens.

http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=El+ ... edIndex=16

http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=isi ... tedIndex=0

Ya start to get alot of interference in life and the dreamscape from negative beings the more ya learn and the further along ya get. So be prepared for that as well, that might already be represented by you being chased and shot at. And don't sweat it if ya have some nights where ya don't remember your dreams because that time is probably being alloted to you to rest and let the lessons your learning sink in.

joeyv23 wrote:At this point the 3 old ladies had pulled up in a black van and it looked like they were preparing an assault on the dock/home. I ... I yelled out at her "Are you really about to come out here at me and hurt the innocent people that live here?" She looked pissed and crazy and did the unthinkable... holstered her gun and said "Tomorrow. Today's over"

People tend to emphasize characteristics that are important; in this dream, three, old ladies is significant. You may want to look at the Graeae. (Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graeae). "In Greek mythology the Graeae' (Gry-eye, gry-ee, gray-ee}; English translation: "old women", "grey ones", or "grey witches"; alternatively spelled Graiai (Γραῖαι) and Graiae), also called the Grey Sisters...," the "spinners of destiny."

"Three" is indicative of a tripartite aspect of ONE thing, such as the three faces of Hecate. Religion loves its trinities... given your recent revelations concerning religion, it may be that the there are still certain complexes within the psyche that have not come to terms with the stability and security provided by religious faith, and are a bit upset with you making the decision to "leave," and are trying to "punch holes" in your reasoning. The wall would have been that insurmountable barrier that kept you locked into that belief system, which now has staircases that lead to the ocean, a symbol of the collective unconscious--where you find docks with houses, complexes that have achieved sufficient consciousness to stay afloat. And the docks are detachable, meaning they don't have to remain connected to that old situation.

So I guess the question becomes: Are you going to wait around for to repeat the rivalry of today, or set sail for unexplored lands, working in rapport with the dock dwellers?

KillCityKazi wrote:Ya start to get alot of interference in life and the dreamscape from negative beings the more ya learn and the further along ya get. So be prepared for that as well, that might already be represented by you being chased and shot at. And don't sweat it if ya have some nights where ya don't remember your dreams because that time is probably being alloted to you to rest and let the lessons your learning sink in.

I appreciate this. I had a feeling it would start happening, simply based on the accounts of others who are awake and the dealings they have in the cosmic sector. My current solution is to stand tall. In fact I took that to heart yesterday when in a dream I was walking through a housing complex and a football team.. they looked like really big guys from a distance, but as they got closer they started looking younger and a bit smaller until when they were close enough that I could see their faces, they were high school kids. They had just lost a game and were still wearing their uniforms, looking dejected. The player that seemed to be the team captain saw me looking at them, and started coming my way. I felt a gang mentality coming from them and the intention of the captain to give me some grief. He started running at me, and rather than duck or try to run, I braced myself and when he hit me, he fell flat. The rest of his team came at me, and knowing that I could handle myself, used the momentum of each player to throw them to the ground, until all of them were laying around, at which point I simply walked away to continue on with the dream (had a precog moment where I saw an old high school friend.. after I woke up and left for work, I saw that old friend at the corner store)

daniel wrote:People tend to emphasize characteristics that are important; in this dream, three, old ladies is significant. You may want to look at the Graeae. (Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graeae). "In Greek mythology the Graeae' (Gry-eye, gry-ee, gray-ee}; English translation: "old women", "grey ones", or "grey witches"; alternatively spelled Graiai (Γραῖαι) and Graiae), also called the Grey Sisters...," the "spinners of destiny."

"Three" is indicative of a tripartite aspect of ONE thing, such as the three faces of Hecate. Religion loves its trinities... given your recent revelations concerning religion, it may be that the there are still certain complexes within the psyche that have not come to terms with the stability and security provided by religious faith, and are a bit upset with you making the decision to "leave," and are trying to "punch holes" in your reasoning. The wall would have been that insurmountable barrier that kept you locked into that belief system, which now has staircases that lead to the ocean, a symbol of the collective unconscious--where you find docks with houses, complexes that have achieved sufficient consciousness to stay afloat. And the docks are detachable, meaning they don't have to remain connected to that old situation.

So I guess the question becomes: Are you going to wait around for to repeat the rivalry of today, or set sail for unexplored lands, working in rapport with the dock dwellers?

Thank you for that interpretation. I'm normally really good about being able to decipher my dreams, but I wasn't getting an intuitive feeling about what these symbols might mean. Your interpretation feels spot on.

And the answer would be: No, I'm not looking to recreate the situation where I faced the Grey Sisters. I'm gonna work with the dock dwellers, many of which I'm sure are right here in this forum! I have a huge smile on my face right now, because my original dream for this life.... to sail

After doing some reading in Antiquatis, (Bruce, you are BRILLIANT btw) and looking into the link for the Graeae..

One might compare the Graeae with the three spinners of Destiny, (the Moirai); the northern European Norns; or the Baltic goddess Laima and her two sisters; though all are distinct trios

Then onto the Moirai..

They controlled the metaphorical thread of life of every mortal from birth to death. They were independent, at the helm of necessity, directed fate, and watched that the fate assigned to every being by eternal laws might take its course without obstruction. The gods and men had to submit to them, but in the case of Zeus he is portrayed in two ways: as the only one who can command them (the Zeus Moiragetes) or as the one who is also bound to the Moiras as incarnation of the fates.[1] In the Homeric poems Moira or Aisa, is related with the limit and end of life, and Zeus appears as the guider of destiny

I realize now that the attack in my dream was the symbolic presentation of what I'm going through right now... taking control of my own destiny and having old constructs of the psyche that would prefer that I didn't let go attempt to subdue my journey to new understanding of our social memory complex and of the Elder Archives. I'm understanding more what you meant in previous posts about walls that I will encounter, and I think the dream was showing me that even though it's been something of a battle, I have it within me to turn away the old keepers of my destiny and assume responsibility for it myself. I'm sure there will be more to the dream and its meaning that I will come to understand in time, but for now, this is what I'm taking from it. I'm no longer going to simply observe the Hero's Journey of others from an outside perspective, but am going to live it as the hero of my own story.

Next step.... Psychocartography