clouds

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To dream of clouds represents situations in your life which overshadow everything else. Noticeable or powerful distractions, delays, or disappointments. The number 3 in a dream may reflect chaos. There may be unpredictability in your life.-dreambible.com

Tuesday, April 28, 2015;Unconscious dreaming
I arrived at work sometime later in the day than my usual time. The sun shone out of a cloudless blue sky as I drove around the parking area several times but could not find an empty space. I called my boss to inform him of the problem I had while I continued to hunt for a spot. He told me I could drive over to one of our new offices at the south end of the yard and park in the driveway there. He stated that no one would be there today, and I did not have to worry about being towed.

I drove over to the building and found a small driveway in front and parked. I left my backpack in the trunk; it had been after lunch, and I would be coming back and leaving in just over three hours. Walking from the car to the office to check in took about five minutes. Within four minutes of my walk, something caught my eye to the northeast. I spotted a large cumulus cloud rising quickly in the distance. I could only see the top as one of the buildings was in the way; because of the speed at which it rose, my curiosity made me jog to get around the building.

In the clearing, I saw it was a mushroom cloud many miles away. What came to mind was a nuclear explosion, but I had not seen a flash or heard anything; however, the entire cloud was pure white. As I stood watching the cloud, people came to a stop and stared as well. Moments later, another white mushroom cloud rose a little farther north than the first one. Again, there had not been any flash or sound wave coming from either cloud, but I did begin to worry.

These clouds were not normal, and an eerie feeling began to overwhelm me. I turned and rushed back to my car. While I ran through the yard others began to panic also, even more when they saw me in a heated run. I made it to the building and turning the corner; I saw my car was gone. I rushed over to a guard shack a few yards down and asked if they had seen it. The guard informed me he had it towed because I had not had the decal for that area. I explained I had been given permission from my boss; he knew nothing about it.

I had to have my car, so there was no need to argue. I asked about its location and found to my relief, it did not go to a towing yard but a fenced in lot at the north end of the shipyard. Before I left, the guard informed me I would not be able to retrieve the car, all gates were in lock down. I could leave the yard but without the car. I left and rushed to the north end. I could do without the car if I had to, but I needed my backpack in order to make it home.

Along the way, I glanced over to where the last cloud had erupted to see yet another one blossoming up north of the second and just as white as the others. Guards were out in the streets directing workers away from the piers and to the mustering [emergency] areas. As I passed one of the guards, he shouted that I could go no farther in the yard and had to either report to my area or exit the facilities. I turned toward one of the buildings as if I were going inside. Instead, I ran around the back side and continued to the towing area; the three clouds continuing their rise into the heavens. Making it to the fence, I located the entrance. The gate had been chained locked, but I knew I could slip through.

Close by, another guard was directing people from the work areas; I ran over to him and explained I needed my car. He said that was impossible today especially with the emergency. I then asked if I could go inside to retrieve some things out of the trunk, I was denied. He ordered me to follow the crowd to our stations; I turned and rushed away. I went back to the chain locked fence, looking behind me to see the guard watching. I had no choice; I needed my supplies. I dashed under the chain and inside the lot, hearing the guard shout out after me. Once in, I ducked down hurrying between the cars hoping to stay out of sight and make it to the car before caught.

Every so often, I would have to stand and take a quick look for the car. I spotted the hoods of several white cars in different areas and headed to the closest one. I could hear the guard shouting for backup. I made it to the first white car— it was not mine. I slipped my head up again and found the next nearest one; that too was not mine. Third time was a charm and, staying on my knees, I popped the trunk. Reaching in, I pulled out my bag and tossed it on my back. I gathered some other things I may need and closed the trunk.

I could not risk being caught. I did not believe he would arrest me, but my bag may be confiscated. I made my way back toward the gate noticing a guard posted there, my only exit. I moved back among the cars and began making my way along the fence line in hopes of finding a way over or under. Somewhere along my search, I awoke.

Dropping off chaos

Monday, December 29, 2014; Storyline

I seemed to be in my astral body floating freely in space. The scene before me was a bright orange and red nebula, a heavens-filling collage of fiery colors in reds, yellows and oranges. The intense brightness was surrounded by a vast amount of faded blues, purples and blackness. Stars of all sizes filled the sky both in and around the nebula. Even in its stillness, no pictures could ever do it justice.

Although I seemed to be bodiless I felt my heart beating rapidly against my chest. Anxiety tried to overwhelm me and I had to breathe to counter is affects. As I stared into the brightness I began to pick out small specks in the lower part. These looked like well formed black X’s and plus signs. The more I stared, the more I could see others appearing in the background.

While new specks were showing up, the older ones grew in size and length. As they grew, they ascended; I then realized they were moving my way. Thousands filled the sky and took on a new more understandable appearance—they were star-ships, all similar in their main body, crossed-sectioned. They soon passed by me, all of a dull zinc color and the size of large ocean-going vessels. Others followed, up two to three times as large.

Thousands passed as thousands more drifted from the now hidden nebula. Looking back to where they were coming from, one spot caught my attention. Like the others it held the crossed main body style but even at the distance I could tell it was massive. It soon blocked out the nebula and everything in front of me. The diameter had to be hundreds or more miles wide. Hundreds or more of the other ships flew next to it but all of them together could not match the mass of this one ship. The stretch of the ship was more than my mind could comprehend and while the front had passed from my view, the rear was yet in sight.

Before the rear of the ship came into view I felt a pulling sensation on my head, suddenly my view changed to a large room with a man stepping away from me. A helmet he was holding blocked his face until he sat it down on a desk. I then realized the helmet had been on me and he had pulled it off.

“Did you see?” he asked, directing the question to me.

“The ships? Yes, who are they?”

“They are coming to help us,” he answered.

“We have so many problems, which one are they helping us with?”

“All of them, follow me,” he said.

He led me from the large room to a smaller one perhaps twelve by twelve feet. The floor of the room was covered in what looked to be smooth light brown balls from grapefruit size down to BB sized or smaller. From the door where we stood was a path down the middle of the room to another door on the other side. The balls had been swept to each side and piled up along the walls about five feet high. I bent down and picked up one of the larger ones. It was soft like a sponge and a bit sticky; when I squeezed the ball it crumbled apart like dry dough. I understood then why they could stay stacked at an angle without rolling back to the middle of the floor.

“What is this stuff?” I asked.

“Whatever we need it to be,” he responded. “Placing it into the 3-D printers, we can make building materials for everything, from homes to cars. It can also be made into any fuel we need without the CO2 and other pollutants. It will even bring an end to world hunger because we can process it as any food we want, be it vegetable or meat.”

“There doesn’t seem like enough here,” I mentioned.

“It’s not,” he replied, “this is just a sampling. The largest ship you saw is the vat ship. It grows the cargo between worlds.

“So they will be making regular runs to earth, dropping off this stuff?” I asked.

“No, it’s a one time drop. They will then grow more while going on to the next world.”

“I can see that massive ship holding enough to do all you say, once they distribute it but even with its size, it could only supply a few years worth.”

“They won’t be distributing, they will be dropping off. You see, what they have is a single item, a sea creature.”

“So these sea creatures will breed in our oceans?”

“No, as I said, there’s only one. The vat ship grows the animal which is just as large as the ship.”
I was stunned at his reply.

“That’s impossible! That ship had to be hundreds of miles long and nearly a hundred or more wide,” I exclaimed.

“The ship is much longer than you think—as for the creature, it’s well over a thousand miles long and just over one hundred miles wide,” he assured me.

“Isn’t that going to have a huge effect on the ocean? How are we supposed to catch something that size?” I had many other questions running through my mind but luckily he cut me off and explained.

“The creature doesn’t have any mind or nervous system. Although it is an animal, it lives more like a fungus. We’ll use sonar to lure the thing until it beaches itself miles off shore. Then countries can begin carving off what they need to live on. The creature will absorb its nutrition from the ocean which in turn regenerates itself.”

“Still, something that large will have to have an impact on the ocean,” I commented.

“No worse than what we’re doing. This will stop the depletion of life in water and land and we’ll never have to pump out oil or cut down forest.”

Before I could say anything else, the already gray sky began to darken even more. I watched out a large bay window at the low clouds hanging over the ocean. They started to bulge heavily from horizon to horizon. Something was pushing through, so large that the clouds could not move past fast enough and seem to be squished into the ocean waters. At first I thought the lab we were in was sinking but then it came to me that the ocean was swelling. Like the clouds, the water displacement had not been quick enough and the bulge turned into a massive tidal-wave. I began to panic and backed away from the window.

“Don’t worry,” the man said, “this isn’t just a lab but a ship. I built it just for this.”

I watched as the tidal wave washed over the shore and swept us up. I grabbed onto a table as the room tilted and suddenly rose up the wave. We bobbed through the water then when I looked over to the man, there were controls and a wheel used for guiding the lab or ship. I moved back over to the window next to the man. The room still had a tilt and I could see that we were riding the tidal-wave. The wave must have been two-hundred feet high or more, but above it was a wall of alternating bronze and dark brown that ran from left to right until it curved out of sight. The top rose just above the tidal wave several hundred feet and curved back to the horizon.

“Here’s what you’re looking at,” said the man. He pointed to a monitor over to my right, hanging head high. At first I thought I was looking at a snake swimming through the water, but then I realized it was the alien creature. The picture was not pulled back far enough to see the entire being but I could see the head and part of its main body. It had a strong resemblance to Coast garter snake although the earth version has a green head, this creature had the orange and black colors and patterns from its head down the body. As its body slowly moved laterally in wave-like movements, each ripple it produced was a tidal wave.

I thought about the impact this was going to have on the coastal residents and wondered if people had been forewarned.

“Have the coast lines been evacuated?” I asked.

“No one has. I did not want the big corporations to get wind of this and try to shut me down,” he said.

“But people need to know about the tidal-waves and the military is going to flip out once they see this thing in the water,” I yelled at him.

He stayed calm and kept his focus on the creature and staying ahead of the tidal-wave. “The aliens disabled the military on every continent before they left. Right now my only concern is having the creature follow us so we can beach it along the coast.”

With the military gone and coast lines being hit by floods possibly miles into areas, the impact on world society was going to be devastating. This one man had made a judgment call that was going to place the world in chaos. It now dawned on me that the world would be coming to him for their needs since he had the only printer that could reconstruct the alien creature’s meat, for the world’s needs.

I turned and ran to the front of the ship out onto the open deck. I was hoping I could find land or a ship where I’d be able to contact someone that could help. Outside we were still sliding down the ever lasting tidal wave in front of the creature. It was only water and clouds as far as I could see and I stood there until I awoke.

Sunset

To see dark or stormy clouds in your dream symbolize depression or anger. It indicates an impending eruption of emotions. Alternatively, it represents a lack of wisdom or confusion in some situation. Thus, the dream may be a metaphor for your “clouded” way of thinking.”- dreammoods.com

That definition perhaps covers the makeup of the dream and what it’s telling me. I’m pretty much depressed and angered over what’s going on with my blog. My posts have been erratic due to one thing or another; however, the end of the dream has shown me a way. It took me days to decipher the dream, although right now is not the time to break down the full meaning in this post.


Thursday, September 4, 2014; Unconscious dreaming
I was driving up a steep black top grade just after sunset. At the crest, the road made a hard left into an empty parking lot. The parking lot looked new; a recent rain had left its deep blackness polished in a thin sheen. The parking lot was large, and every five spaces were separated by an oval median. In the center of the median grew a small red oak tree. I pulled into a center spot that overlooked a city. The lot was at a higher elevation than the surrounding city, which stretched miles into the horizon. The most astonishing thing was a cloud growing over the city.

The cloud already covered nearly three-quarters of the sky. It rose out of the west like an ash plume from a volcano but held the billowy cumulonimbus shape. The base of the cloud ran along the horizon and widened as it got higher. The edges slowly rolled out along the upper atmosphere while long wispy-bluish horsetail clouds streamed ahead. As the sun dropped behind the horizon, its light set the cloud ablaze in fluorescent reds and deep dark oranges, which moved and changed as the cloud grew. Even the inner areas of darkness had a faint glow.

The open sky on three sides bordering between the black night and deep blue of the dusk, allowed 13 bright stars to twinkle down. From behind me, overhead flew an airliner climbing into the air, its direction taking it toward the cloud. The wing tips of the airliner were turned upward and rose high above the fuselage. The tips of the wings and its tail came into contact with the edge of the cloud. Golden sparks flew out from the tips of each, lighting off something in the clouds make up. This did not affect the plane as it rose higher, leaving trenches dug into the cloud. The plane came to the main body of the cloud and seemed to punch though, leaving an imprint of its shape.


Just before the cloud’s edges reached the stars, its growth stopped and almost immediately it began to roll back. The horsetail streamers evaporated, and the main body began to decrease in size in the direction of the already set sun. As it shrank, its billowy shape wrinkled like a deflating balloon. Collapsing in on itself, the last rays of the fading sunlight were released across the sky. As it got down to covering just a quarter of the sky, hard edges from the horizon up, appeared to take shape. The forming edges fanned out, becoming rough looking petals.

The rich fluorescent colors of red and orange stayed upon its surface but now held a painted look. The thin edges of the petal shapes spread vertically miles high, and the cloud took on a solid shape. The last of the sun’s rays caught the edges, bringing them alive with sparkles of sunlight throwing off multiple colors. The shape was now a familiar one, that of a fan coral found in oceans. Although I could not see the backside, I could image the light display being cast upward due to the rays shining into the heavens. Soon all the light faded and nothing more of the cloud, turned a fan-coral, could be seen but its silhouette. The same thirteen stars remained, and that was the last I recall.