Jericho: the invasion dream
Posted 06-15-2010 at 10:14 AM by officer_mary
Wow...this one has stuck with me now for a few years! It's a fairly short read...enjoy!
In the dream, I'm awakened by a loud sound sort of like a bomb going off or the lightening bolt that hit the MUSC offices next door a few weeks ago. As I'm sitting up I realize that the silence is deafening...there's none of the normal "house sounds" to indicate that the power is still on.
There's a bit of faint light steaming past the closed mini blinds and I walk over to look out the window...
The entire area seems devastated! Houses are askew and cracked, sitting sideways on their foundations. The cars lining the street are all toppled onto their sides and looking like flood waters leave a large parking lot after tossing the vehicles around violently.
I get dressed and walk out to survey the damage and as I do I start to wonder where all of the people are? I'm standing there alone like Wil Smith in "I Am Legend"...just standing there dumbfounded and still a bit groggy from sleep I start to walk.
I walk out of my neighborhood and down a long highway lined with trees similar to US 17 along the Francis Marion Forest. I finally come to a city suburb on a circle or cul-de-sac and notice what was likely a gorgeous home before the mysterious event that destroyed everything.
The home is White but the front door is gone. I mean gone! I look and the hinges are there but the door is nowhere to be found. I walk around the inside and notice a lot of artwork and beautiful furnishings are thrown about and I see what I believe is the kitchen down a long hallway...
I walk to the kitchen and notice that the floor is uneven because the house is off it's fondation. There is a huge bay window...with french doors that seem to open to nowhere. I walk out and see a simply beautiful stream meandering slowly over the smooth grey rocks on the banks. I'm spellbound by the beauty of the scene and stand there for a few minutes to just take it in.
I'm staring at the little stream of water when I hear far off voices...shouting at eachother but they're so far away that I can't make out what they're saying.
I hurry to the open front doorway and I see a man that could only be described as middle eastern looking...he could be from any country with darker skin and black hair, full beard and a sort of greenish grey tattered looking military uniform on.
I walk in his direction and he turns to greet me like he was "expecting" me...
I'm confused but go along because he isn't pointing a weapon but waving to me like he's a friend.
As I walk up to the man, I notice a large group of people coming up the street toward the circle...they're men and women and kids...the men are all in the same uniform as the mystery guy and they're carrying the women as if they all just got married or something.
The man speaks to me and hands me a clipboard with lists of names that I can't make out much less pronounce.
He turns to me and says, "ok...you take care of it."
I ask him, "take care of what?"
He seems a bit ticked at me...and says, "Take care of IT!"
I tell him, "I don't know what it is I'm supposed to take care of!"
He shoves the clipboard in my hands forcefully into my midsection and says, "this!"
I ask him what I'm supposed to do again and he gets really pissed! He says, "You're the one that is in charge! You reassign these American's homes...make sure the biggest families get the biggest homes..."
He walks away.
I awaked whispering the word, "Jericho...Jericho...Jericho..." Over and over until I awakened shouting, "JERICHO!!!"
The analysis:
I guess my worst fear is that if dreams do mean anything this could be an invasion...I think Jericho was the place of the last stand before the exile and I think the white house in the dream was the "White House."
About three or four months after I had this dream...the TV show "Jericho" started...THAT got my attention for sure!
Let me know what you think...
In the dream, I'm awakened by a loud sound sort of like a bomb going off or the lightening bolt that hit the MUSC offices next door a few weeks ago. As I'm sitting up I realize that the silence is deafening...there's none of the normal "house sounds" to indicate that the power is still on.
There's a bit of faint light steaming past the closed mini blinds and I walk over to look out the window...
The entire area seems devastated! Houses are askew and cracked, sitting sideways on their foundations. The cars lining the street are all toppled onto their sides and looking like flood waters leave a large parking lot after tossing the vehicles around violently.
I get dressed and walk out to survey the damage and as I do I start to wonder where all of the people are? I'm standing there alone like Wil Smith in "I Am Legend"...just standing there dumbfounded and still a bit groggy from sleep I start to walk.
I walk out of my neighborhood and down a long highway lined with trees similar to US 17 along the Francis Marion Forest. I finally come to a city suburb on a circle or cul-de-sac and notice what was likely a gorgeous home before the mysterious event that destroyed everything.
The home is White but the front door is gone. I mean gone! I look and the hinges are there but the door is nowhere to be found. I walk around the inside and notice a lot of artwork and beautiful furnishings are thrown about and I see what I believe is the kitchen down a long hallway...
I walk to the kitchen and notice that the floor is uneven because the house is off it's fondation. There is a huge bay window...with french doors that seem to open to nowhere. I walk out and see a simply beautiful stream meandering slowly over the smooth grey rocks on the banks. I'm spellbound by the beauty of the scene and stand there for a few minutes to just take it in.
I'm staring at the little stream of water when I hear far off voices...shouting at eachother but they're so far away that I can't make out what they're saying.
I hurry to the open front doorway and I see a man that could only be described as middle eastern looking...he could be from any country with darker skin and black hair, full beard and a sort of greenish grey tattered looking military uniform on.
I walk in his direction and he turns to greet me like he was "expecting" me...
I'm confused but go along because he isn't pointing a weapon but waving to me like he's a friend.
As I walk up to the man, I notice a large group of people coming up the street toward the circle...they're men and women and kids...the men are all in the same uniform as the mystery guy and they're carrying the women as if they all just got married or something.
The man speaks to me and hands me a clipboard with lists of names that I can't make out much less pronounce.
He turns to me and says, "ok...you take care of it."
I ask him, "take care of what?"
He seems a bit ticked at me...and says, "Take care of IT!"
I tell him, "I don't know what it is I'm supposed to take care of!"
He shoves the clipboard in my hands forcefully into my midsection and says, "this!"
I ask him what I'm supposed to do again and he gets really pissed! He says, "You're the one that is in charge! You reassign these American's homes...make sure the biggest families get the biggest homes..."
He walks away.
I awaked whispering the word, "Jericho...Jericho...Jericho..." Over and over until I awakened shouting, "JERICHO!!!"
The analysis:
I guess my worst fear is that if dreams do mean anything this could be an invasion...I think Jericho was the place of the last stand before the exile and I think the white house in the dream was the "White House."
About three or four months after I had this dream...the TV show "Jericho" started...THAT got my attention for sure!
Let me know what you think...
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