🌊🛸 Before the Deluge

October 11th, 2023

we’re in the top story of an open air structure, with the view looking down over a road light above a humid jungle ravine. the sun was getting low behind some clouds.

Andrew and I move in tactical formation approaching a small family of indigenous people who are eating their food sitting at a picnic table in the covered rooftop lounge.

our objective is to explain something to them an important message, though we don’t speak their language so we’re planning to use an experimental form of music and dance used as carrier waves to transmit telepathic thoughts in order to communicate a complex idea to them.

we sit in front of the family of three, one mother, father and a child. we stand near the edge of the building overhang and look around. I get sidetracked looking at the details of the scene around us.

we establish a body language rapport with them, the indigenous family feels confronted by our sudden presence, we are very warm hearted and they respond in kind.

we begin to vocalize melodies, serenading the family of three through the universal language of harmonic melodies as carrier waves to encode thought patterns.

I completely surrender to the flow of communication and open a portal of mutual understanding.

there’s a call and response and a harmony and an intune and in rhythm that Andrew and I form with each other in a song that’s building in melodic and rhythmic intensity.

at first the family is afraid of our strange movements as the melodic sounds have interrupted them while they are in the middle of eating their food.

I bow and apologize for disturbing them.

I continue singing heartfelt melodies and whistling them and tuning into the sincere and beautiful emotional vibration and transmitting it through the music as harmony. Andrew is generating percussive beatboxing that supports the message we are transmitting.

there is a funny part where the song breaks down and goes out of tune for four measures while the rhythm falls apart, and this song sounds all wonky like a broken machine… and then right on point we click back into tune, in a jovial flow and continue the harmony.

I’m getting super into the flow of the beat and dancing and maneuvering my body like a robo-serpent and getting full body into whistling and singing the melodies, while thinking of the thought that I want them to comprehend and transmitting it to them.

Andrew flips this mirror from the top down so I can see what I look like, I see myself in the mirror, very intense, with big eyes and dramatic movements, staring directly at them.

Andrew tells me telepathically that the family is getting nervous with me looking at them and so I should just instead look at myself in the mirror while performing the dance so that I don’t scare them.

I lean back on this desk like structure and observe my hypnotic robo-serpent dance that goes on for an extended period of time. by now the indigenous family of 3 have kindly warmed up to us and they are sitting together, the father mother and child holding each other and listening intently to our message:

a city is barreling toward the planet, a city in an uncontrolled descent. we will see a splashdown that will create a deluge. you must be aware of this coming calamity so that you can survive.

I play out the symbols with my song and dance.

they received the message and thank us and we leave promptly. we have a limited time to rearrange all of our stuff and get into this spaceship before it hits.

the one named Gazu in space who is controlling the descent of the city, trying to slow it down, messages down and tells us hey are you in orbit yet?

we are not in orbit yet because my clean laundry is still sitting around in piles and my bags aren’t fully packed.

we landed at this location in a spaceship and have been unpacking it for several weeks. my stuff is laying all over the house.

we go down to the spaceship and I see massive pelican case size Milwaukee case in the bottom with random pieces of technology and I pull it out and remove it, we won’t be taking that with us because there isn’t enough time to repack all the hardware and it won’t be useful in outer space.

it is very similar to the same spaceship in the other dream that is the DeLorean.

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DeLorean excerpt from Dreamlog June 12th, 2022:

the deeply thick satisfying thud of the door slamming shut reminds me that we are in a vehicle capable of star flight. the instrumentation is that of an advanced gritty spacecraft, outfit for exotic forms of hyperspace.

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I realized that I better start hustling really fast and plan to not bring any technology or any large objects to crowd the spaceship. I better leave with just a big bag of clothes, my survival implements and hopefully I remember my sunglasses.

the spaceship is on the bottom floor of the house, there’s a large overhang and about a 30 + foot drop to down where the spaceship is. I throw my laundry over the overhang and it falls down and piles near the spaceship, then I’m looking and near-panicking and doing a last search of my house all the things that I want to bring, and stuff them into a duffel bag to pack into the ship.

even with the time pressure mounting, one thing catches my attention, a purple photo album, and Andrew’s large wacom tablets and screen structures are sliding on the floor like they’re going to fall down. I use the photo album and shift it all so that the album is propping up the tablet and screen. inside of the album are photos of adventures, travels and good times.

once it’s propped up I shake my head and remember how short we are for time and my blood pressure keeps rising as I look around the house for any last minute things to bring before we launch into orbit.

I hear the engine start to wind up in anticipation, I know it’s only 90 seconds before departure.

the frenzy of packing overtakes me to the point that I wake up from the dream, a minute before my alarm goes off.