It was a bright, warm day when the tornado sirens went off. They silenced only briefly while a voice announced there was no tornado, but Vladimir Putin had launched an attack; these were air raid sirens. I flicked on the television to see the news ticker flashing “SAN FRANCISCO IS FALLING DOWN” over an aerial view of the West coast, little more than a smoldering heap, with an endless band of warships pressing into its coast. A devastating 18 deaths, a newscaster reported. Continue reading
Jason writes:
I was in a vast green field playing soccer with a large group of people. It was a pretty and pastoral scene. The ground began shaking so violently we all were losing our balance. The horizon seemed shorter than normal and a group of huge black helicopters came over it and landed amidst our soccer field. Black-uniformed individuals akin to Nazis started marching around a giving orders. Rows of desks appeared and we were all being processed and catalogued in these long lines and then forced to sit in the desks.
Jason sends us the following:
I am in the Vietnamese jungle, being chased by Vietcong. I am out of ammo and scared, so I hide in a bush. I see many Vietcong pass me by, but my tension builds. Then, one soldier parts the bushes away and sees me. he thrusts a bayonet into my chest. ( I do not wake-up ) . I gasp and watch as pushes the blade further in. He looks at me with cool, uncaring eyes. I barely make a sound. then i woke up.
I dream of dada 