~ Dreaming & Intuition Thread for Spring! ~

[kentauros]

16. Time for another weirdo ~~Dream~~ from me!

And if any of y'all react to the length with "tldr" (too long, didn't read), I won't be offended. I wrote this up early this afternoon when I had the chance to get on the keys

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Centaur Dream - 4-14-12
This is likely many dreams together as my sleep was constantly interrupted by indigestion, and generally disturbed sleep.


I'm unsure how this part started but it was surmised in a kind of documentary that were we to have an "atomic" war (the word "nuclear" was never used nor inferred), the bombs would disrupt gravity in weird ways. The documentary had this scenario happen, and, being typical of dreams, it happened in "real life" within the dream. I was in a downtown type of area but it wasn't Houston. The freeways were over hills, making me think of northern Texas as well as Austin. It seemed like Arlington, but as a conglomerate of known cities to me.

The effects of the bombs were first noted in the documentary for affecting the freeways by tearing them apart, and lifting the building materials lazily into the air. Nothing seemed to leave the planet, but vehicles went with the ripped-out surfaces. When it happened in the dream, I was in the downtown part of this city. The sidewalks and roads around the base of the buildings were floating up out from around their foundations, and kept tethered in the air by the utility lines and pipes. You couldn't get into the buildings if you wanted, and I was in one of them, looking down with my fellow employees. We knew we had to get together to survive, and some took the lead in doing so.

I know I ended up with a group doing some kind of medical research, though I don't know what that had to do with survival. The survival stuff was part of an earlier time and didn't seem all that important any longer, like maybe this was another dream, just tied to the first one for surroundings.

The woman in charge of our department was much like Dr. Cuddy in the medical show “House” though that was mostly in her demeanor and a little of her looks. I just followed the instructions given to me, as some others argued with her for a bit. I only know it was some kind of molecular manipulation for curing some disease. I didn't really get much further than running some tests, and I don't know what results I got, though it feels like they were positive.

The dream changed to either another one or forked away from the last bit, and I was in a kind of basement "lair" but it really just looked like a basement or warehouse workshop. There were three other people at one point, though later it was just the one guy working on a project that remained. He had long straggly hair, and appeared to know something about cybernetics. He had some kind of cybernetic attachment in his head, such that he could "plug in" with whatever he was creating. He also was able to move his hands through the workbench and material surrounding the piece, wrapping wires around it. The piece was like a coil of some kind, though its purpose was beyond that. I don't know what its final purpose was, only that I hung out there for a time, as the other two left, leaving him and I together.

He finished his piece, plugged it into his head again to double check and set it, then handed it over to me. It really only was just a rectangular metal box a couple of feet long and only a few inches on a side (like 2" x 4-5".) It may have had some kind of effect on matter like he had been using when making it. In a way, he kind of reminded me of the Canadian fringe-researcher, John Hutchison, only with light-brown hair, and more of a kind of nefarious air and connections. Still, he was a cool guy, and off I went with the device in their car, driven by the other two. I never did find out what it was for or what we were going to do with it, but our little trip went through my old neighborhood in Nassau Bay, and it was a very different place, of course.

One thing that I think had come on the news while I was in the workshop was something about an Asian man being changed in form, and he was one of many in the country. His race was either Korean or Japanese, but I'm leaning toward Korean mostly. I had been kind of excited about the news, seeing as he had changed into a centaur. I was given no such luck in the dream, and so had some other purpose going on.

We drove through the neighborhood with me in the backseat of an older and large sedan, like something from the fifties or early sixties, with rounded fenders and ends. It was also painted a dark color, like black or navy blue, and I sat back there looking out the windows as I clutched this device. The landscaping was quite good in places, lots of flowering plants and beautiful shrubbery. That was most apparent around the homes where the Korean family lived. Thus, as I was admiring the scenery, I saw the new centaur out playing in the well-landscaped front yard with his children and other family members. He seemed quite happy and accepted by them for what he was. Our car never stopped, as if the driver never noticed or wasn't interested. The other passenger up front seemed just as disinterested.

The Korean man had been kind of pudgy in build, much like me currently. As I recall for my body in the dream, I was in good condition, as I always seem to be. I don't think I've ever dreamed of myself in my present overweight form, as if that other reality represents our "true" forms in Spirit. I suspect the latter is the case most of the time. So, I'm not sure why I perceived this man as somewhat overweight, and keeping that paunch even on his rather skinny centaur form.

He really was an interesting centaur, with a great dapple-gray coat over his whole lower body and legs. He was too far away for me to really notice the color of his hooves, mostly because they were sunk in the grass a bit. He may have had dark-colored "socks" though, and maybe one or two lighter, like the white portions of the dapple. His overall body was really quite spindly. His barrel was skinnier than one would expect, with equally spindly legs. Still, he was quite nimble and even managed to get "tackled" by his kids. When he was standing he was very tall, making his body seem more like a foal, while still having proportions seen on mature horse-bodies. And despite having a far younger lower body, he was still a middle-aged man up top, wearing glasses and just looking like he was at least in his forties. He also looked happy to be alive, to have that change happen to him, and his family and possibly his friends, didn't seem to care, either.

I didn't get to linger beyond those few seconds, but it was enough to get a good idea of his new life. Our car kept going through the neighborhood, leaving the centaur and his family behind. I never found out anything more about that or my device as the dream was gone after just a little longer.

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My impression right now as I write this is that I have glimpsed another reality, where someone has gotten to be a centaur as they would want it to be, whether in another dream-reality or another world entirely. The same is true for the weird goings on with gravity and the matter-manipulation device. Whether these are technologies being utilized now or in our future, I do not know. However, they are real technologies and something will come of them in our lifetimes. I am very interested in seeing such "fringe" technologies accepted, though I am skeptical in some cases. I simply do not take my skepticism to the extreme as the debunkers do. I like to think that these home-hobbyist/scientists might know things the "established" deep-thinkers don't (or can't admit due to how their communities are structured.) And having discussed things like this with like-minded friends, it's no wonder some of it comes through my dreams. If only I knew more about electricity and magnetic theory...