The Puppet.

I find my dreams to be very awakening and interesting. This one is from today, March 6, 2011.

And so…I woke up from a bizarre dream. I looked around and …where was I? I woke up someplace and I didn’t have a clue where I was. Yet, I absolutely understood where I was and what was going on. It was just sad to know that I was one of only few humans left. Then again, I knew it was wrong. I knew there should be more people …somewhere.

Earth was green. There were no buildings. I had only couple of people with me. There were these creatures with alien undertone, which had human two legged bodies but animal presentation. They have killed most of us and were after the rest of us. There were also dinosaurs. They were quite some dinosaurs as their intelligence exceeded that of some humans I knew, 100 fold. They were also a part of the reason why human had become almost an extinct species as they were feeding off us.

I and my group of few were able to survive on some plants that resembled broccoli sprouts as there was abundant vegetation. There were no animals left except the dinos and the alien species. But the vegetation was abundant green and so amazing, and we could survive and be healthy.

They were after us. They couldn’t catch me as I was the only one who knew how to fly. For me it wasn’t about “knowing” how to fly. I simply had to say, “gravity laws do not apply to me,” but it was difficult for the rest. As I was flying from one tree to another (and those were some pretty big trees, the size of a mountain hill) I saw a path in the forest that I felt I must go check out.

As I landed on the path, I heard drumming and people’s chanting on my right and a man speaking in a very passionate but kind of…programmed way, on and on and on. As I looked to the right, people started coming out, out of thin air. It was as if an invisible door opened up and people started pouring out. There were old and young, children too, all singing a chant and drumming. They all looked poor, dressed in colorful rags, and just went on and on and on. It felt so bizarre. I looked to the left to see who that person was that was talking, who felt so familiar. And it was our President Obama. No, this cannot be real! I looked at him…he was right there just few feet away from me. It was Obama. I looked at him closely. He looked so perfectly him….his skin, his lips moving, his tall structure…but….but it was not him on the inside. I saw his outer shell to be him but his inside was stolen and replaced with something else that something else was narrating to what to say, what to do and how to act. He looked like one of those wax figures in one of the wax museums…just alive. He looked like a wax puppet and I could see its strings that were orchestrated by someone else on top of him (literally).

I felt so confused. And I felt worried as I realized that wasn’t him and that something terrible has happened to him as his inside essence was extracted and replaced by something…

Suddenly, a person appeared next to me and said into my ear, “It is Obama. It is Him.” I said, “No.” and I continued, “I actually know him. He is a friend of mine and trust me this is not him.” We entered into an argument with that person really wanting to persuade me this was President Obama. I realized it was pointless to argue with that person, and that the only way was for me to write a document. I pulled out a white piece of paper and red color and started writing. Sentence after sentence I was writing. It was so clear. (as I woke up in the morning, it was erased from my memory instantaneously but there are few words that I remembered. Something like: “ A true government is……care for the people…….first and foremost….shall…..be…that’s how …will know a true government….the president ….acting on behalf of the true people…..is Truth….in his honesty…..Intergity…….”. The document had to do with the qualities of a government, governed and the presiding.)

As I finished writing the document, I looked out. The path I was on actually was the edge of a very tall mountain top. As I looked beyond and down, what was a valley all of a sudden started dissolving and moving, and I realized it was the muddy waters of a big big lake or a sea. There has been a drought and as the water levels have started decreasing, things that were on the bottom of the lake started to show. These were the roofs of buildings of a human city starting to just peak out. The lake waters continued to slowly move and go down revealing more of the city.

The person by my side said, “This is your city. You should go back. It is time for you to wake up and go back. You need to go back to reality.” I looked at the person, who was neither a He or a She, and I said, “No. You fool! You can’t fool me. I am awake, and this (I pointed to the city in the water) is the dream. You wanted me to fall asleep again?” The person continued, “This is your reality. You need to go back.” I insisted, “This is the real. I don’t want to go back.” The person insisted, “You need to go back.”…..and I woke up, Sunday, March 06, 2011 around 8:30 am.

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