November 12, 2022
Less than two months after Dreamscape 2, a third strange dream was experienced last night. Like the others, I am an observer through someone else’s eyes it seems, although the experience is very vivid.
This dream was very short, comprising only two ‘scenes’. But it was unforgettable:
Scene 1
I was standing in a military field office, in the desert Southwest of the United States. The timeframe felt to be the 1960s or 1970s. The room was approximately 15’ x 15’ with large glass windows, as if to afford a good view outside. A desk dominated the room, with an officer seated there and another standing behind. The officer was on the phone, evidently in the middle of a crisis. There was a sensation that elsewhere on the base, or the test range, or wherever we were, something big was happening that had everyone running around and scrambling. Some commotion had just taken place in a larger adjacent building. From that direction came a man, rushing toward the office. He wore sunglasses, and had dark hair even though that was balding on top. He wore a short-sleeve Khaki unform, like everyone else. I did not make out definitive insignias or identifications.
He burst into the office, urgently needing to say something. But he could not speak. His mouth was trying to form words, but his hand was at his throat. He wanted the attention of the officer behind the desk, who grew annoyed at the intrusion, and began barking at the man like a drill sergeant. It occurred to me very clearly that the man could not breathe, and only had moments to live. Despite this, he regained his composure and sat calmly in a chair in front of the officer. He held a small piece of white paper which he crumbled up into a ball. His eyes flicked to me, then back to the officer. I looked at the officer, who had now become my six-year-old daughter.
In that moment, I perceived that I was the father of two children. The auburn-haired girl with hazel eyes, sitting at the desk where the officer had been a moment before, and a sandy-haired boy of about 10. The boy was thin, with a crew cut, and lanky for his age. He was not present, but I ‘knew’ him to be my son, as if when I saw the girl it automatically triggered the notion of both children. The girl looked at me calmly and opened her mouth to say something, but rather than words, an inhuman screeching sound came out. Like if you asked all the violins in an orchestra to each play a different, sustained note. It was discordant, almost painful. It only lasted a second or so, and was accompanied by the image pictogram shown below:
This image ‘appeared’ to me, as if it was just in my mind and not in the room. The screeching sound caused a physical sensation like every nerve in my body was lit up at once. I was experiencing exactly what the man who couldn’t speak was experiencing, like a paralysis. It was like when you get shivers up your back, tingly, only magnified by a factor of 10.
It was very brief, for it was immediately followed by another image – this truncated sphere – and a physical impact that hit me squarely in the back. I blacked out. But at the moment of blackout, it seemed to me this blunt shape was what had hit me in the back. Maybe it hit me in the spine, i.e. maybe it was an energy force of some kind and not a physical object.
Scene 2:
I awoke some hours later at my house, slumped on the couch and still wearing my khaki uniform. The house seemed to be a ranch home, although I did not take note of its physical features. The time of day appeared to be dusk, and I perceived my children were in their bedroom, getting ready for bed. I sat on the couch, recalling what had transpired, not knowing how I got home or how many hours exactly had passed. It seemed to me that an other-worldly force, an Entity, had somehow jolted me back at the base. Further, it seemed to me to be something like a warning, or a demonstration of power. Thoughts ran through my mind, like, was it watching now? Was it gone? Would it give me another demonstration, if I were to do something it didn’t like? For that matter, could it read my thoughts? Whatever had happened at the base, seemed like it was completely outside the reference or capabilities of the military. Was it Alien?
I began to move around. So far so good. There did not feel to be any damage from what had occurred. For some reason I did not turn on the lights, call anyone, or even check on the children. I sat there contemplating what to do. I came up with some plan, perhaps taking the children and leaving in the car. I do not remember the detail, only that it was definitive in my mind at the time. So I rose, walked into the kids’ room where they were both sleeping now. So far so good, and I reached out to wake up my daughter. As my hand touched her shoulder, the jolt hit me again, square in the back as before. Accompanied by the screech, the pictogram, and the image of the truncated sphere. I blacked out in the dream, and woke with start in my own bed.
Additional Perceptions:
I let my waking mind recount the details while they were fresh. The truncated sphere was perfectly smooth and featureless, save for the radius around what would otherwise be a sharp edge. I have recreated it here in 3D CAD, and did not conduct any image searches first, on purpose. My goal on these Dreamscapes is simply to record them, not psycho-analyze. It is not clear to me if the truncated sphere is a craft, or a weapon, or an energy pulse of some kind. It simply appeared to my dream-mind twice, immediately before blackout.
The pictogram has also been recreated by me, without any prior image search. I do not know its meaning, other than my impression from the dream is it ‘spells out’ the screeching sound. Part symbol, part musical notation. The first time it appeared, I was not clear if there were 4 lines in the second set, as if I could not concentrate quickly enough. The second time it appeared I could see that there were definitely 4 + 4 lines.
The nerve sensation, or ‘jolt’ could possibly be what a taser feels like? An associated perception here is that the jolt did not ‘run up and down’ like current through a wire. Rather, it lit up my nerves everywhere, all at once, as if when you pass a fluorescent tube through a magnetic field. It seemed most concentrated in my spine, neck, and head. As I lay thinking, I did notice that the fan in my bedroom was blowing on my back, creating a similar tingly sensation.
Upon further reflection, it seems to me that what I experienced in the dream was definitely a type of behavioral control. Like an electric dog collar in principle. I hope to never experience it again.
By Visayas Outpost