It is funny, I usually find it hard to recollect the events that surround my vision of the apocalypse. However, maybe someone can interpret these events. My dreams are found to be a catalogue of events that appear to to have some type of importance to me. These dreams have plagued me ever since I was a small child. I never really payed much attention to them untill they started to affect my concious living. I started to pay close attention to them the day the local pharmacy burned down in my hometown. The night before this event took place, I dreamed it in detail. Ever since then, I began to chronicalize each dream, especially the reoccurring ones. When I was in gradeschool, I dreamed of a large mountain with a flat landing pad of some sort on one side. Against the base of the mountain stood two large ventilator shafts which were guarded by barbed wire. When I thought about what was inside of the mountain, I became frightened. This is the first of many reoccurring dreams that I had as a child. As I got older, I began to have dreams that seemed to have a realistic point to them. I began to have dreams of strange, yet familiar places. These dreams would follow a rotational pattern as if they were forming a subconcious map…and they do form a very realistic map when put on paper. At each rotation, a different event occurs. These events would include retreating from some type of domestic battle, seeking shelter from some type of fallout, and even taking vacations to one unique place in particular. It is a town by the sea. I have gone there many times in my dreams. They allways start out differently but usually involve a boat. Whether I am fishing or just riding, these dreams all end the same way. My boat gets stuck on dry land and gets torn to shreds. At another location in my dream world, I see a river that flows backwards. Each time I visit this river, I am doing something different. One time the current sucked me under and I almost drowned, but was saved by my own resources.. As each event and each location are visited, I am still reminded of the mountain with the unknown interior. One time in my dreams I traveled outside the area upon which is “mapped” and found two strange worlds. One where people had to pay dearly for oxygen, and the other one which was in constant communication with other beings, presumeably extraterrestrials. As my dreams unfold, I am also taken to the past. I see a past filled with post industrial mining technology and the need to rape the planet of its resources however, I am not in these dreams. I am also taken to the recent past filled with 1970’s gas stations. I recognize them by the colors. That’s right, I have the ability to dream in color somehow. I have seen many shades of orange, and green and even pale blue. Anyway, one day I mapped the areas upon which I visit in my dreams and found out that they all flow together each one connected by county roads and such. As I studied the map, I noticed that there were certain areas located on it

December 30th, 2001 at 9:04 pm in Our Fault

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