So, this next entry, should be on Dreamweaver
blog but I don’t have access to it anymore, Google wont let me in and there’s
no way to reach a live person there anymore. end of days is trash. Humans were
already garbage and there’s less and less of them every day, leaving customer
service as a thing of the past.
This is a dream I had that on April 30,
2018:
-May 1st, 3035-
The house and yard were the same as I remember it. Young dark brown man with dark
brown male friend and young Asian boy were cutting grass and landscaping the
yard - mom and I were helping.
I asked the Asian boy, what
year is it? He said, 3035. I replied, I’m from 2018.
I knew it was not 2018 by
the hyper-advanced technology that surrounded us, everywhere.
There was a large motorcoach
with trailer in the driveway with a sleek futuristic design; looked like a speed
train in the front and sides. No wheels. It hovered. All electric. Lots of
glass and fiberglass for windows and body structure.
The mowers they were using
were automated; no cords, no fuel; they ran on their own, but the boys would
monitor their activity on hand held devices or by the projection lenses on
their automated contact lenses. Their “contacts”
could also automatically tint to block out bright sunlight.
They could also see programs,
music, news, social media, do face-to-face calls, etc., with those eye-lenses.
No phones. Everything was generated and operated from the microchip implants in
their head and hands.
I also notice the mower did
not have cutting blades. Instead, there were read accuracy precision measuring red
lasers that evenly cut the grass to a perfect length and height; regardless of
the uneven ground.
The other machine one of the
other boys monitored, was a mulch and fluff machine that “fluffed” the grass
and gave it raised two-tone color lines. When working in unison, the machines
could take a rough, unkempt area and turn it into a clean, manicured fresh high
grade lawn, in a matter of an hour two, depending on how big the lot/yard is.
I walked down the decline of
the driveway, beside the house, I was facing the backyard.
This area, in 2018, use to
be all grassy hills with large trees then a row of businesses and homes on the
other side, facing Country Club Rd.
Now, in 3035, when you look
toward the backyard of the house, you see a fenced in paved parking lot with
large compost recycle cans and storage units, stacked up in the corner.
Behind that in the distance,
I could tell it was a way off, because in my mind I was thinking, wait, that
area where I’m seeing this used to be where Hanes Mall used to be.
Wow, whatever this is now,
is super huge! And tall! Otherwise, how can I see that in the distance from as
far as my mom’s yard? That’s at least 2.5 to 3 miles away, toward Stratford Rd!
I mean, massive!
In the distance, standing from
the side yard/driveway of the house, I could see, above the haze and glare of
the sunny afternoon, skyscrapers that doubled as apartment homes, condominiums
and businesses, all stacked up together, side by side, like Jenga blocks!
At first glance, you would
think, how’s that even possible that something that massive and tall would even
stay standing. That’s freakishly scary, who would want to live like that?!
One of the boys said, yeah,
they’re incredibly strong! Each towered section was twelve floors high with balconies;
surprisingly, people had ‘2018’ type items on the balconies; like bicycles,
plants, chairs, laundry and other various items.
I guess, technology changes,
people don’t. Go figure. So that’s when you look toward the direction of Stratford
Rd. Now, if you turn around and look in the direction of Country Club Rd, again,
in the haze of a foggy mist, in the distance, you could see, a large Aerospace
Center, about four times as large and four times as high up in the sky as the
Kennedy Space Center!
Next to it, large, full-service
Space Shuttles, open to the public?! They were literally set up like an airport,
running all day, complete with travel service centers, large industrial centers,
next to it, another smaller space shuttle, behind it, another space travel
center next to that and more large commercial complexes for business and
industry.
So, this is humankind in
1,018 years?! Well, I suppose that’s not much different than someone having a
dream about what the world looks like today, if they had a dream about it in the
year 1000. Technically, it’s relative. To a person from the year 1,000 AD; 2018
looks the same as year 3035 does to me. People are still people, just with more
shit to play with and destroy themselves with.
I continued to talk with the
boys and told them how in 2018, a 1,000 years ago, we didn’t have any of this. All
this area used to suburbia; homes, shopping and nature.
Those boys looked to be in
their late teens-early 20’s at the most. They just smiled and agreed with me
and was like, ‘yeah, we know. We’ve heard stories about the past vs. today. One
of them said, his grandmother used to tell him stories about back in the day
and how much it built up over the years.
But the way it is now, is
the only life they know today.
We turned around from the
back area after putting the laser mowers away and talking about the
surroundings and started to walk back around to the front of the house to the
front yard.
Large holograms started to
appear over the yard in the sky in front of the house. They were advertisements
and commercials for condoms called "Black Men" large condoms brand
with a nude black man standing next to bright bold gold lettering - then behind
it; the same played for the Asian boy, it was what could be an ‘Asian’ girl but
it was just her body; no head, just a school uniform and some type of log-in
icon, similar to the QR scan bars we use today, but smaller.
They didn’t pay the ads any
mind but I commented on them immediately.
I said, ‘wow, back in my
time, we didn’t have any of this! The two dark brown boys literally ignored the
ads and went in the house with my mom. The Asian boy just looked at me like, it’s
no big deal. I said to him, ‘we didn’t have any of this! Ads right in your face
on floating holograms in the front yard of your house?! Disgusting! My mother
lives here!’ He just looked at me and kept walking. Didn’t seem to faze him at
all.
All I could think to myself
was, damn. Satan got what he wanted. The devil completely saturated the world
in underaged sex, created generations of people that only believe in him, this
is not a ‘new world’ at all; it’s exactly the same as it’s always been. Technology
made no difference at all.
The dream ended and I woke
up, back in my bed: April 20, 2018.
I journaled all that I could recall. Because
I dream in “Sony”, for me, dreams are like movies or TV programs. Too much to recall and write down. I can’t
wait for the dream recorder, that’s going to save me a bunch of scrambling hand-cramping
time trying to jot down as much as I can remember of a dream before the retention
cocktail (acetylcholine and noradrenaline) drops to nada.
I thought…nope. No change after 1000
years; we still live average. Lower-middle class housing all stacked up on top
of each other, surrounded by chemically polluted skies, treated with more
pollution in an effort to “clean” it. Porn is pushed down our throats at every
turn; endless amounts of money is spent on space and industry so much that even
a small quiet town like Winston-Salem, North Carolina is now like a sick sad
combination of Cape Canaveral meets Tokyo times ten!
I think had I stayed any longer in that
dream, I would have continued to rant and complain to those young boys like an
old thousand plus year old man would! And wait! Not to mention what the fuck
are we still alive for in 3035?! Oh wait. Almost forgot. Upload. We don’t “die” anymore after 2030.
So, it would make sense our “uploaded” consciousness
in recycled exo-meat suits we call bodies, are still around and serving in slavatude,
good grief. Yeah, hate to say it, but, let me die already.
Not seeing much reason to stick around
earth. I’d rather kick my feet up in a real paradise with Jesus than this fake
metal plastic silicone bubble of bullshit on earth, hocked up on tech code wireless
service and predictive programming.
All-the-same, I still thanked God for
another day, thanked Jesus for His sacrifice to get us up out of here someday…seeing
as that was 3035…guess obviously, it was not our time yet and He still had not
returned.
DeMaster Thomas, Apri 30, 2018
