Zombie Dream

I hate zombie dreams. I wake up more tired than i was when i went to sleep.


So i'm in the second earliest apartment i can remember; 3032 saint Nicolas place...A place i know to be a rundown, plaster disaster of an apartment in which my mother did her best to cover up with her over the top design sense. Crystal chandeliers in a place that had terrible  caked plaster swirled low leaning ceilings.

Yes, i was there...

Only it was a beautiful apartment. And the doorways were different with two exits. and the view out of the left side of the house was a little more than just a brick wall with  tiny bathroom windows on the other side. There were rooftop gardens and fountains. It was beautiful in a way some old New York Hotel is. And i lived there.

It was daytime and i was in the bedroom. There were men on the roof next door. Not exactly uncommon. But then i noticed their movements. Jerk. Erratic. Feral.

I look up and see their faces, peeling, molding, seething with hate and clotted blood from gashes endured by the previous monster who transformed them into a ravenous and insatiable cannibal.
and they were coming for me.

One made it thru the double set of doors. You know the ones i mean. There is a door, then a lil cube of a hallway and then another door not even 4 ft away. I suppose it keeps the cold out. In this case it made my " things that i originally thought were pointless but thank god its made that way" list. . I slammed the door and bolted it. And looked around at all the entries and exits looking at weaknesses. He couldn't be contained there longer. The hunger that runs thru those things are not conscious of fatigue or ware on the body. He'll eventually break thru even if it breaks his arm. I knew that

Gotta look for weapons. Gotta find an exit. Gotta find shelter. Gotta do more cardio....

Run.

I'm on the street. Its still daylight. I run into a hospital. It was a powder blue, Tall columns on the side where Trucks would come in . and the front was a long row of  Nutmeg-wood colored doors with glass panels.  I Tell them to close their garage doors. bring down the gates. It was fine until a rush of people came in. They needed to let in the healthy survivors. It was only right. Tho as soon as they did the zombies rushed in after them. I was actually teleporting around places. Not exactly traveling there. any place i thought came to mind but these things were there. But it was only in the reality of this dream. SO i didn't imagine i was in france. I just imagined instead of being in the middle of a slaughter  i was behind it -- then i just was. It was unconscious that it was a lucid dream. That i was controlling everything but i still felt helpless to this monster.

I wonder what i'm afraid of or feel like i can't say.

I find Camron in the hospital  on the left side of the building. Its an empty lobby. no lights but the sun coming in through the high windows. the entire place is blue. Like a bird egg. as if blue were mixed with grey slate and lavender.  we fought. not with one another , against the few zombies that made it in. we used out hands however. no weapons or sticks. which i'm rather surprised at. I usually manifest a machine gun in Zombie dreams. But this lil kung fu flick couldnt last. We're suddenly outside. A sand dune has appeared in front of the hospital where there was once  sidewalk. The street is a boardwalk and people are running out over this landbridge that extends over the river. They can't cross there.

They die midway -- i saw Randall Carlson; Sacred geometry teacher walking with the injured on the water then on the bridge itself. I knew it was the way to go. A little boy on a Bike wandered away from his folks. When his father yelled to him i could see from the horror in his eyes that his dad didn't make it.

Time to move.

Camron and I run across the bridge. The man who was bitten was trying to repair his truck. He lay on the ground under this massive garbage truck like thing. I imagined that compromised position would be his last one.

We made it to the island. There were bars and restaurants and people acting as if there was nothing going on. I saw the police moving in and raiding the area . Arresting people and searching them for injuries.

Lets move for the kitchen , gather supplies and get out of here.

By then i was tired of this dream... tired of running . I'd woken up 4 times already and fell right back into it. I didn't care if i was tired. I had to wake up or i'd keep fighting. Keep running...

The spider and the boy

i had a dream i was with a little boy 

it was dark and we had flashlights to barely light the room

he was blond and had a loudly printed shirt on.

 a big brown spider , bigger than his hand came and hoppped on his side.  i was being pulled. maybe by fear but maybe by something else away from the boy. he reached around and grabbed it but that's all i could remember.

The georgia guidestones

The Stones

North Georgia.
Some ungodly hour
Summer 2010


Camron Wiltshire & I accompanied  Raymond Wiley, and Gary Baddeley, to Elberton Georgia. Gary, is the CEO of the popular conspiracy publisher, Disinformation. They were documenting a segment on the Georgia Guidestones . (check out Disinfo.com Gary is an awesome guy just an FYI)

The Guidestones, are what some refer to, as American stonehenge. a man going by the alias R. C. Christian is the mysterious creator of the guildstones. Leaving instructions for Humanity in various languages. English, Russian, Swahilli etc. Perhaps this ominous epitaph, is what has this 20 ft tall, 240,000 pound granite monument shrouded in secrecy and controversy.
Its capstones are set in an astronomical alignment and has envelope shaped slits to allow sunlight in at a particular solar position. Its something right out of raiders of the lost arc. Even its location in north Georgia is rather unusual. No offense to the people of Elberton, GA but there is nothing out there. Perhaps its the elevation. But its just weird. Which is probably why my dream was so appropriate.

It was Raymond's video debut. He was collecting content for his new guidestone site. It takes real friends to come out and support someone on 2 hours of sleep.

 Architect and Builder, Randall Carlson; of sacred geometry international, had some interesting facts to contribute to the rather ominous block of rock. His insider knowledge revealed that the man who built the guidestones, was more than likely a mason. When one hears Free Masons (a group who often gets a bad rap) secrets, Illuminati and eugenics often com to mind. But in knowing a few masons, ( honestly folks) its become evident that making these blanket assumptions about  Masons is like comparing the Christians of the crusades to every christian. Its just an assumption based on ignorance.

But i digress. On to the dream. See Randall & Raymond's interview here: The Secrets of the Guidestones.( link coming in 24 hours)

Raymond ( left closest to guidstones) Gary on Right.

I'd gone to bed that night around 1am, only to pry my eyes open at around 3 or 4. I don't know how to drive so sleeping in the car was an option...

...but not when you're keeping the driver company.

The sun had already risen when we'd arrived. There was; like i mentioned previously, nothing. The guidestones themselves, were far away from the main town. Even the guidestone museum was about a mile away. There was a wide open field that went on for miles, and a patch of tall grass that lead down a dirtroad i'm almost certain was a one way to Martha Kent's house. ( that's superman's mom for the geek impaired)

They were bigger than i thought.

They were very well crafted. Sturdy. We noticed bits of vandalism. A small chip was taken out of the top, where someone rigged their truck to the thing in an attempt to pull it down.

 Perhaps the " 1. Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature." is the line that does it. Everything else is pretty standard post apocalyptic restore humanity stuff. That instruction would require extermination of nine-tenths of the world's people. This breeds new world order population control suspicions. I'm not one to say either way. I'm leaning more on the "not" side as we don't know the intentions of said R.C Christian.

But i thought they were beautiful.

And with such beautiful scenery came an easy woven tapestry for a dream.

The DREAM

My dream took place exactly where i was. Laying down in front of the guidestones.  On the side where the English transcription was. The only difference being that there was not a single cloud in the sky. Nothing around it. No signs, warning of hidden surveillance.  No brush, or hedges, no trees no powerlines, just miles of grass. And the guidstones. The blades of grass under my head. the sky a blank blue around it with no way to orient myself.


"...this where tornadoes touch down. In places like this in America.  I thought to myself in the dream

" You can see a storm coming from miles away" I begin to speak. I must have been trying to speak in real life, because it was laborious to say the word stooooooooorrrrmms.

And with that,  a tornado swirled up from my lips and started to encircle the guidestones.

 " holy shhhhhhhhh" and another whirlwind forms.

man i need to st------ and a third grey debris filled tornado left my lips.  so i lay in silence at the carousal of tornadoes. Thinking  " Oh God i need to stop saying things with 'S' "

Then, as if they were there all along and my eyes just needed to refocus, 3 nuclear power plants appeared over the horizon behind the guidestones. ( side note - I'd gone to the etowa mounds in Georgia just a few months before - it was my 1st time seeing a nuclear power plant up close. I thought to myself wow... what a disturbing view from this beautiful native American earthwork :\ the reactors looked like 3 of those.)


then an explosion and mushroom cloud from the distant reactors forms.  the fires twirling up into the atmosphere were being sucked up by the surrounding Tornadoes. Dispersing fire and debris and radiation ( I'm assuming) into the sky. It swirled faster and faster until it spiraled out with a flash.






I wake up suddenly.. or at least  i think i do. My sarong  has black and white fish patterns crisscrossing over it  like a fishy hounds tooth but its mainly white. Thru it i see 2 little dogs sniffing around on my right side.  One sits his dark black wet nose on my shoulder and i start to giggle. 


" whose dogs are these" I say aloud


Camron - who is not a dream Camron but one sitting next to me asks,


" what dogs?"


i pull off the sarong and there is nothing there but two bikers  who had just pulled up to the guidestones behind where i slept . I thought it was odd to have dogs on choppers and figured they'd run off to pee in some bushes somewhere. ( The dogs , not the bikers) But the two dogs ( one big and one small) where no where to be found. Camron's taking pictures next to me. I'm still searching for the dogs.


"strange dream i just had", i say to Camron. and i tell him about what i saw.

water tornadoes

snooze...

wtf? no dogs??

the reason i write it today was because Camron reminded me about this in relation to the Fukishima disaster and the whirlpools...3 reactors. This was around Dragon con in Atlanta the summer before. that would make it about 9 months or so.

It could be a coincidence. I also was looking at these pamphlets on signing a petition against Nuclear power before we went up there. We stopped by this town hall meeting, they were talking about the dangers of nuclear power and its wastes...


Say what you will, but i thought i was strange. Strange enough to write. You don't have to believe me. I don't even want to believe it myself sometimes. I'm just glad i told someone else and they reminded ME. I think within each of us there are instinct and foresight that we have like animals who know a storm is coming. What's to say it doesn't come to them in a dream...