My Dream Sessions Last Night Mean Something To ME and Might Mean Something To You!
Disclaimer: My dreams since my car accident in 2008 are NOT typical dreams. I’ve had decades of dreams and the last seventeen years have been unnerving to say the least. They will not mean much to the most human beings, because you will not be standing on the same foundation as I now stand on, as a human being and will not know what I mean by that without reading my work on www.godsdaygodsway.org. I believe they will mean more to the human leaders of the world governments, world military, world high tech corporations and world religions bodies. I know what is happening on this planet and our creator and his people are nothing close to nice and what our creations have created outside the public eye are “DEAD” constructs’, have no soul, need no life and is just as much of a threat to the world leaders as they are to me, whoever I may be.
Note: There is a tree in the yard of the house that I dwell in and from far away it looks like one tree, but when you get up close there are three trees with an intertangled root system. It looks like one tree, but it is not. One of the trees is a jungle vine that wraps around the other two trees as it reaches for the heavens. It literally makes depressions in the bark of the other two trees, as it blends it reaches for the heavens. When I look in the mirror today, “I i I” see three trees and one tree is a jungle vine. I hope I am not the jungle vine, but my root system is so convoluted that I cannot tell who or what I am anymore.
“End result is that the “Puerto Rican” is angry with me.”
My boss was a major part of it. He had his own company, something to do with construction work of some kind.
He was somehow a company within a company, and I asked him if the boss or my direct boss was displeased with my work.
He said yes, the PR is angry with you, and I asked which part of my work performance he was displeased with.
But someone else appeared that was part of my original boss’ company and was walking with us and he was upset about it and asked why he did not know and asked my boss if that was why they took away his phone.
My boss told him that it is a standard procedure in these cases. I do not know this guy very well but was familiar with him and he was upset also.
My real boss or primary boss, this other guy and me are connected somehow.
The above is toward the end of the set of dreams but below will provide the beginning dreams that led to the result. (It’s hard to write down a dream, because sometimes you do not realize the significance until the last scene.)
In other dreams I’ve had, Lucifer and his people are always trying to confuse and scare me and always has to do with them taking away my phone and me not knowing where it is, but somehow knowing it was them that had it and he always indicates that he took it. It has something to do with punking me out or making me his bitch.
My boss lived on the outskirts of a nice suburban town, but then later realized that if you leave his property out the back way, it is right next to the city and job site that I was somehow how involved with.
I got the feeling that he lived in a large traditional Fall River Ma., top to bottom six to eight family home.
What drew my attention was that all the windows had been repaired and looked brand new, but not painted, so you could still see the trim repairs on only the bottom half of the casement trim of each window, as if that was all they needed and they looked new.
My boss was trying to reimburse me for loss but was not covering me for the theft of all of my computers and flash drives, which were the world to me.
The set of dreams began as I was working in an office for the larger corporate, conglomerate type of company. I was up on the upper levels or higher floors and was not enjoying my work.
I could find no value in my work and felt that there was no good purpose for being there.
(It all had to do with hierarchy of power and companies operating within other companies, behind the scenes, with protocols in place to handle internal fragmentations, splinterization or strife; what we may call interoffice politics, which is misleading human code.)
(Behind the scenes meaning, outside of the current perceptive capabilities of the modern-day humans)
The dreams had something to do with the fact that I felt like I was some kind of “plant” in the larger company and was trying to do my job but also trying to find out what was going on. What were the 5 true primary purposes of the larger company.
I ended up in the basement again, of this gigantic building, tall and wide, Do not know if I was underground, but wouldn’t doubt it based upon other dreams.
I had chosen to do my work in an unfinished extremely long and wide vacant unit. I set up camp all the way in the back. Outside was somehow the seashore and that was where I really wanted to be.
As one dream ended, and I purposefully went back in (went back to sleep) the next set would begin. The dreams I am having would keep most people from going back in… They are as real as my garage door.
As the dreams continued as I sat at a table with my laptop, which included all of my work, my memories and my complete sense of self. You could say that everything I was doing was to who I thought I was. Trying to save “Me”, but also everybody else.
As the dreams went on and without my notice, two things started to happen. People started to appear slowly around me in a natural way. I did not question their presence or ask why they were invading my quite place of work or my space.
The other thing was that while I was at the back of this empty, unpartitioned (no walls or rooms) commercial space the space began to transform around me. It started where I was working and instead of being in one gigantic open room I was now in a much smaller room in the back, but the construction happened so slowly that I was not concerned or just did not notice.
UNTIL three dreams later when I began trying to escape (get out). By the time I realized I wanted to get out and began to try to move, the entire space had been partitioned, and it was like a maze.
The people that were appearing around me were like college students there getting ready for some type of celebration.
There was a lot of computer and social media stuff going on and as always, it had to do with a great deal of layers of sexual activity culminating in significant deviation from what is natural.
It turned into a situation where I was sober for a year or so and was very proud of myself.
What happened was that the parents coming in brought food and drink and setting up tables in all the rooms. I was still in the back and had some fruit punch.
I could tell you that there was definitely no smell or taste of alcohol in it and I continued drinking.
As I became more and more intoxicated, I began to try to escape. I did not know I was drunk, did not feel drunk, but was wasted and could not navigate the maze that I was boxed in by. Almost like I was never supposed to make it out.
Which would have left me in the back room looking out at an ocean seashore that I would never be able to get to.
As I moved, I began interacting with the younger people and their parents. The parents were nice but in a phony way and the kids were partying.
I was ripped and did not know it, so I fit right in with the kids, although as the dreams went on, I even began to feel as if they were also mocking and demeaning me, because of my lack of ability to discern truth.
Long story short, as I tried to get to the front door, I became confused, lost and more drunken.
I did not realize I was drunk until I came to the next morning, but it was weird. I have relapsed many times with alcohol before and believe me when I came to I knew I had gotten high and drunk, but this time I could swear that I had not relapsed and was not drunk at all.
The main point about the maze is as I got closer to the front door, I was more drunken, the people were increasingly condescending and toward the end were laughing at me.
To add to the horror as I moved from back to front, I was being stolen from. I felt like “I” was being stolen. By the time I got to the front door I had nothing left, no computer, hard drives, no memories, no sense of self.
It was like they stole who “I” was and by the time I got to the front door I was bankrupt in every way imaginable. Like an empty shell of a human being.
I did get out though and felt like I had been raped. My boss from my company was trying to help me, but kind of did not believe that I had not gotten drunk and that I had purposefully relapsed.
His wife did believe it though, anyway he was trying to get me right, to reimburse me financially from funds from the larger company but could not or would not reimburse me for the loss of my “Life”. (The Only True Commodity Worth Fighting For)
Like it was too late and somehow that would have had to come out of his pocket.
It went on and on after I escaped, but my boss didn’t believe that I was in the basement working. He did not believe the basement unit was vacant and non-partitioned when I arrived.
Almost like he thought I was just screwing around getting drunk and because of that was not willing to get me squared away or flush.
At some point when I got out of the basement, I had to meet with the higher ups in a company so large that it was beyond my imagination. Like I defected or something.
Like I was just supposed to sit in the basement, in the back, looking through the windows at the seashore and getting drunk, while my life was removed.
Somehow flowing uphill, leaving me feeling dead.
There were friends trying to help me along the way, but only AFTER I escaped the basement. They each had pictures of their friends on the fronts of their t-shirts. I was not on any of them, but they were definitely trying to help me. I remember them being my good friends, but that was a long time ago.
My boss was not angry with me, he just could not believe that I did not get drunk on purpose. He was not mad at me at all.
He wanted to give me another job, but it was at the lowest level of employment. This part was weird; it had something to do with glue or adhesives???
Anyway, the last scene is where I was with my boss, with the other guy taking about the Puerto Rican being mad at me and the larger company taking our phones and demeaning us.
It was like my boss was my boss, but he had to answer to his bosses, even though he did not like or respect their intent and primary purpose.
“When <Christ> speaks of being drunk on wine, he is referring to human beings being drunk on false beliefs and having to grand of a sense of self to discern anything truthful going on around them.”
A message to human beings and our primary original constructs that were set in place to protect, care for and enhance our presence: WE ARE BOTH IN A KILL ZONE!
Please don’t be so prideful that you cannot see what I can see.
With Respect & Great Intent
James – A Bud of The Reborn Branch of Life That Is Christ
I am writing a book called, “I went searching for God and found Man”.
If there are any literary agents or publishers interested in my work, please contact me at [email protected].
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