I saw a high school. The school colors were yellow and white and Danko and his men were there, grabbing what looked like the school's male basketball team and their cheer leading squad. They had these nets that knocked people out, not that the kids were resisting. The kids and the school all thought that they were ill or poisoned and that they were being taken for treatment. The school was quarantined.
I saw two scenes in Boston.
The first was another solar eclipse, lasting only a few seconds. This young boy with light brown hair and glasses and his power was activated but I don't know what it was.
The second was this doctor's office. The doctor was a woman and she had her sister as an assistant. Rebel sent the sister something via her mobile phone and she shared it with her sister, the MD. The MD said something about needing to get their niece to safety.
Benjamin Franklin once said "Those Who Sacrifice Liberty For Security Deserve Neither." I think this "Homeland Security" may have been what he had in mind.
ETA: Just to clarify, it's the /specials/ I am supporting not this group of quasi legal militia. I think the soldiers in black are the dangerous ones and Danko especially. What's to stop them, once they get rid of specials, from going after any "normal" folk they decide they don't like? It's the Nazi's all over again and Danko is Hitler.
I dreamed that there was this compound rather like a five star hotel with everything necessary there but luxuriously so. It was all specials living there and I know I saw Angela Petrelli, Nathan Petrelli, Matt Parkman, Ando Masahashi, as well as you and I. Nathan came in wearing a s nice suit but he was disheveled and had stubble as if he hadn't shaved that morning and had spent the whole night out partying and Angela, who was in charge asked him where he'd been the night before. An argument in sued and Matt, Ando, you, and I left the area. We wound up in this indoor pool area and someone had let in these baby sharks form another section. I wasn't too keen on them and sensed they might hurt us and said so. Matt sent them back where they belonged. Then I had a vision, symbolic, where Angela was still arguing with Nathan and said that she'd bought back this fellow Adam and his wife and that she was going to be placing them in charge. Adam I don't know well save that he was (and I get the feeling actually is) dead and it's not the type of death that is reversible. He was also glowing in my vision, as not the "happy glow" but the light up a dark area glow. You had noticed me going into a trance and I could hear you tell the others to be quiet and then you began to ask me about what I was seeing. Somehow I knew that what ever Angela was actually up to, all the specials were in danger and needed to leave the compound. Matt somehow got the word out to those who needed warning and the 4 of us left the compound. You and I stayed together and we wound up in this bizarre garden with gigantic plants including huge flowers. We found a huge flower that looked like a red rose and his inside the petals. Then I woke up in another dream. You were at my apartment and I was telling you about my dream. Then I actually did wake up. I was up about 20 minutes or so and when I fell asleep I had the first dream again.
- Mood:
relieved
I've lost track of how many places I've been and families and groups I've stayed with. Yeah, I miss my own but I don't dare contact them, not just for their immediate safety, but because they had no clue what a mess things were becoming and would likely have no way of dealing with it now even if they do know. The handful of folks I communicate with on a regular basis know what to do if things get hairy.
I don't plan to get to know these folks well, because the less they know about me the safer we'll all be.
When the migraine is gone, I find a quiet spot in the house and I try to /see/.
I am hit by a deluge of images and it makes no sense. Images of things I've seen with my own eyes recently and far past flash by, mixed in with things that I just know are either future or the present now and my own present but elsewhere, but it's too fast for me to take it all in. I try to focus but it just goes by even faster. Then it stops and I see a skeletal figure with a few black rag strips hanging off him holding a large scythe and sitting atop a skeletal horse. He's in a nearly featureless desert. It's not a good sign, but I remind myself that even when the slightly less scary version of this guy shows up in a card reading, it's not always bad or even totally bad. In cards it usually indicates a major change of some kind but what? I study the figure. Though a wind blows around him, he doesn't move nor does his skeletal steed. Then I see a line of giant sized dominoes, roughly 10 feet tall, lined up behind him, though I can't see the start of the line what I can see is that the cascade of falling tiles will hit him soon. Off in the distance I hear music, faintly in the wind, but it's familiar. I strain to hear and I catch a lyric from a song that's maybe only 10 years younger than myself-
"-So why don't you use it?
Try not to bruise it,
Buy time don't lose it."
Another puzzle piece, and I don't even know what the outside of the box is supposed to look like. Then I look at the dominoes and some aren't marked like standard playing ones. Some are blank, some aren't black but colored, others look like they are stone with Mezzo American glyphs on them. For a split second I see a vision image I saw once before, a long time ago: a golden Mezzo-American mask. And then I see a clock about to strike midnight. Definitely not good. I attempt to refocus and make sense of the symbols I'm seeing and hearing.
I see Claude for a second or two. I can't see what's around him but /he/ looks safe.
Then I'm seeing this woman with long brown hair and brown eyes. I know I've seen her somewhere recently. She's sitting at a desk in an office. She's familiar and friendly.
Then I'm back in the room and the argument is continuing. I wonder what time it is in my vision as I know I'm still /seeing/. I get a twinge. Something is setting my danger sense off. Rather than panic that we may be under attack I look around, determined to see what the threat is. If this is the future and I can find that, we can avoid it. Someone else is here but not really here. We're being watched. Then I see /her/. Dignified, elegant, powerful, with dark hair and dark eyes, an older woman but not at all old looking. It's been a while since I've seen her in a vision. Angela Petrelli. And as I look, I realize that not only has Angela noticed me, but she knows that I can see her too. /Not good./
I wasn't sure if the shock of realization snapped me out of my trance or if it was something else. My mouth was dry. After managing to avoid being noticed for the last few years I knew I was in big trouble now. I fought to keep my voice level and to make sure I was heard over the argument.
"Uh, Peter? There's big trouble."
I suppose it really began at work with the drug tests. I was actually surprised they hadn't started doing those sooner being as we were a Nursing facility that handled a lot of drugs. Then the Government had come up with a new test, one for DNA. I'd thought it strange when we'd gotten handouts on it. I recall some coworkers complaining that they were profiling us. I know management had tried to tell us it was just so we could get good health care rates etc, but it just /felt/ wrong. I know why /now/. I know the government was giving my work some serious cash to do the new DNA testing. When I'd voiced my concern over things, my mom had scoffed as she usually did, saying I was over reacting. I'd then challenged my employers saying that if they were going to test my DNA they'd better track down my biological parents or there was no way I'd take the test. You see I know what the test was actually looking for even if my employers didn't at the time.
Other than the fact that I know I'm a special, I've no clue what is hiding in my genes other than the talents and problems that I myself have had to deal with. This is because I was adopted and the records had been sealed. My employers had balked at this demand to find my biological lineage. Then, I'd handed them another shocker when I threatened to quit. They had backed off, but I knew it wouldn't be forever. I used the time it bought me to sell off or donate most of what I had. My mom had thought I was cleaning house to move like she'd been bugging me to do for some time. She had no idea. I wonder what she did when she watched the DVD I'd left her and my dad.
I told them, in that video, that I'd be OK and I had to disappear for a while and that if I felt it was safe to do so /I/ would contact them. That was some time ago. I don't even know if they are alive, or if my brother and his family are OK. I haven't been in touch since I left.
I'd left New Hampshire for New York City as I could find my way around town relatively easy. That and I was /pulled/ to go there. I soon found out why. There were other folks there in situations similar to my own and those trying to help them specials and normals alike and they had major holdings in the city, a Resistance movement. An recent friend was there too: Peter Petrelli. I joined the Resistance not only because it was the right thing to do but because I felt obligated to do /something/. I'd missed the set up and I could see where things were likely to go from there. On the plus side, I was able to confirm the safety of and stay in touch with my friend Claude, even if it's been sporadic.
So far the Company is ignoring me /lately/. I know they are aware of me, but I'm not a current priority. I know those messages I left for Agent Eric Thompson Jr., /before/ I managed to reconnect with Claude, didn't help matters. That doesn't mean I'm not fighting the urge to hop the next plane headed headed out of Manchester (or even Boston) bound for London. I just keep /seeing/ that I'll either arrive too late to be of much help or just make matters worse. Yeah, I know, I only met Claude once, but I feel like I owe him one for mucking it up 14 years ago...but it's not /just/ that.. and no it's not that fate malarkey either. I have seen to much to buy into that anymore. Yeah, I'll say it, I'm smitten with Claude, I love him, and I can't exactly say why and all we've ever done is talk... and I certainly /don't/ expect him to reciprocate. I'm happy enough that he still chats with me. I know I've managed to annoy him on more than one occasion and I get the impression he finds me weird to put it mildly, not to mention the fact that my /sight/ is not limited to the future and Claude /doesn't/ like to share. But it makes my day if I know Claude is OK, even if I've no idea where he is. Now I have an idea, and I'm terrified. I can see why /he/ doesn't get involved, in a world like this, people can be taken away in an instant, forever. Or they get close to you only to turn out to be traitors. I see the logic, have even lived through similar on my own, yet I /still/ feel. After all I've been through, I'm amazed I can feel /anything/ for anyone, especially what I feel for Claude. I also now owe Claude one for helping me identify and get rid of the "memento" the Company gave me 31 years ago. Sure I'll still have scars, worse than what they'd left me with, and I'd love to know exactly why they /had/ to break and reset my collar bone...
You see, in addition to that memory from when I was 4, I learned about something else odd about me, other than my gift. I got hit by a car when I was 19. The details are kinda boring but it led to me going to the local hospital to be X-rayed. When they did, they noticed that my left collarbone had been broken and healed cleanly. The ER doc showed me the bony callous. He also found something else that he couldn't identify near that area not too far below my skin, though when I asked him about it he redirected my attention to the healed break saying that it happened sometime from infancy to around age 4. When I requested a copy of the X-ray for my regular doc, all I got was a written report of the old break and no current breaks and no mention of the "object." Supposedly the actual X-rays were lost. Thanks to Claude, I was able to ID that "object" and I have since removed and disposed of it. The Company can try to find me with it if they like. They are in for a nasty surprise when they look for /that/ "tag." I have a good pain tolerance but I'd be lying if I said I didn't come close to passing out when I did my "home surgery," not to mention that I bleed like a stuck pig even from minor cuts. I had bandages, towels and a good clean sharp blade and could see what I was doing. I'm not sure where Claude had his tag, but something tells me he didn't have even half the supplies I did when he removed his. It wouldn't surprise me if he told me that he'd used a slightly dull pen knife and some kind of strong liquor as an antiseptic. That's what got me through it. Realizing what Claude must have had to face and knowing that if I didn't lose my tag I wouldn't be able to help him.
So yeah, I'm risking my life for a man I met once, a long time ago, but if I'm successful, /this time/, it'll be worth it, even if I never get so much as a thank you. And yeah, it will still be worth it to me if Claude is safe even if I have to lose my own life in the process.
In 1994, when I was 21, I gave Claude a reading, and it wasn't good news. He'd come to my college with this other man. They had claimed to be from Primatech Paper, not all that odd a thing at any college, paper salesmen, even up at a small college like St. C's - which is how most us alumni refer to St. Anselm's. Of course, I wasn't that odd of a sight- just another nursing student- save for the fact that I had a habit of reading Tarot cards in the coffee shop and the attached pub on campus. That is /not/ a common sight at St. C's. Most folks ignored me, which was fine by me. Claude noticed and asked me if the monks knew what I was doing. I replied, "What the monks don't know won't hurt me." Then I gave him a reading for free. I never really charged all that much for readings, $5 tops, though if I got the impression someone /needed/ a reading, I didn't charge for it. These days I only read for free and if I get the impression someone /needs/ it. I notice he got quiet after I commented on how he was here with a friend from Texas and that they weren't really there to sell paper. He left right after I tried to warn him his life was in danger. I think he thought I was like those crap psychics on TV, you know the ones who tell you you're cursed or gonna die and then they ask you for money to save you. I wasn't after money; I just wanted to save him, still do. I failed. I saw it and didn't do a good enough job getting him the info to help him avoid it. It was much later that I learned that he survived, but not because of me. I also saw Claude later in a dream about 4-5 years after I met him. Actually it was a nightmare. Claude got shot by the other man on a bridge somewhere. I was trapped in a bad relationship with a rather manipulative man, at the time. The guy fortunately left, but not without doing a lot of damage before he finally did so.
Once I was alone again, I tried to find Claude, or at the very least, a means of contacting him, but I had no luck with that initially. For a while I thought that maybe I was losing my mind. I had a few other dreams with Claude on occasion, and he looked different from how I remembered him. I had another boyfriend/roommate for a while, but things didn't work out well there either. I was starting to wonder if either I had been going insane, back in 1994 or that my nightmare had come to pass and Claude had in fact been shot and killed. I still kept looking for Claude until recently when I found him again on Facebook. Of course I made the mistake of calling Thompson Jr. before I'd reconnected with Claude and also discovered, thanks to the late "evsdropr" that the Company has a map and I'm on it. I don't know when they'll catch up with me but I'm still doing everything I can to help Claude. I failed him 14 years ago and I don't wanna fail him again.
I suppose I should add that the B. stands for Brenna which I'm told means raven, the bird of prophecy. Funny that. As for my gift, it's been stronger lately. I still read cards, but I have found that, if I meditate, I can /see/ visions too. Granted my control isn't great- like trying to watch TV when a kid with ADD has the controller- and trying to quiet /my/ mind isn't easy a lot of the time. Sometimes, like the dreams, the vision pop up on their own but only for a split second or two.
I had these dreams a while ago, though, as I am new to facebook and I think a few folks here might be interested, I though I should post these here.
Dream 1: 6/6/07
I was in a tenement building with these people I never met before 3 of whom I knew were a family: this bald black man, a slim gorgeous blond woman, and a young boy. I also knew that most of our group was special. I got one of my intuitive flashes that warns me of danger and I knew the Company was after us. I warned the folks I was with. The boy grabs the phone and tells us not only that I'm right but the phone is tapped and he knows it just sent some kind of signal. There was also this young woman in her twenties and this girl about 5 or 6 with us and this young Indian man (Late 20s early 30s). We all ran for it. I saw two men on the way out, one of whom reminded me of my downstairs neighbor and the other reminded me of Mr. Rogers. They were both specials too and I warned them the Company was coming. I was also looking for a friend of mine that I hadn't seen in a long time but woke up before I could find him.
Dream 2:
I had the following dream back about 11, March, 2008:
In my dream, I was in my apartment and there were these people there, but I have yet to meet them in real life. There were these two young women, a blond about 16 and a young black woman about 18 and there were others I didn't have time to look at. I went into my bathroom to grab something and, when I went to leave, there was something there that I could not identify, something that should not have been there, and it was standing in my hallway. It is hard to describe but it was red in color and stood on two legs. It kept changing shape, but I knew it was dangerous. When I first saw it it looked a lot like a Minotaur, then it was a giant cockroach but still stood on two legs, then it was blurry and became an armored fighter. It was always two-legged and always 90-100% red in color. As I said, I knew it was dangerous. I wanted to warn everyone else, but I only had time to scream before it hit me, and I doubled over in pain, with the wind knocked out of me. At that point all I could do was gasp "Help, me!" barely above a whisper. The others were ignoring me, as they couldn't pick anything up. The only other word I managed to gasp out was the name of a friend, and he was there. He crouched down and put an arm across my shoulders.
"I'm here!" he said. "What was it?"
"I dunno. It shouldn't have been here. Help me." I replied, still gasping.
"I will," he said to me, and then to the others, "You lot get over 'ere! Can't you see she needs help?!?"
Then I woke up.
Dream 1: 6/6/07
I was in a tenement building with these people I never met before 3 of whom I knew were a family: this bald black man, a slim gorgeous blond woman, and a young boy. I also knew that most of our group was special. I got one of my intuitive flashes that warns me of danger and I knew the Company was after us. I warned the folks I was with. The boy grabs the phone and tells us not only that I'm right but the phone is tapped and he knows it just sent some kind of signal. There was also this young woman in her twenties and this girl about 5 or 6 with us and this young Indian man (Late 20s early 30s). We all ran for it. I saw two men on the way out, one of whom reminded me of my downstairs neighbor and the other reminded me of Mr. Rogers. They were both specials too and I warned them the Company was coming. I was also looking for a friend of mine that I hadn't seen in a long time but woke up before I could find him.
Dream 2:
I had the following dream back about 11, March, 2008:
In my dream, I was in my apartment and there were these people there, but I have yet to meet them in real life. There were these two young women, a blond about 16 and a young black woman about 18 and there were others I didn't have time to look at. I went into my bathroom to grab something and, when I went to leave, there was something there that I could not identify, something that should not have been there, and it was standing in my hallway. It is hard to describe but it was red in color and stood on two legs. It kept changing shape, but I knew it was dangerous. When I first saw it it looked a lot like a Minotaur, then it was a giant cockroach but still stood on two legs, then it was blurry and became an armored fighter. It was always two-legged and always 90-100% red in color. As I said, I knew it was dangerous. I wanted to warn everyone else, but I only had time to scream before it hit me, and I doubled over in pain, with the wind knocked out of me. At that point all I could do was gasp "Help, me!" barely above a whisper. The others were ignoring me, as they couldn't pick anything up. The only other word I managed to gasp out was the name of a friend, and he was there. He crouched down and put an arm across my shoulders.
"I'm here!" he said. "What was it?"
"I dunno. It shouldn't have been here. Help me." I replied, still gasping.
"I will," he said to me, and then to the others, "You lot get over 'ere! Can't you see she needs help?!?"
Then I woke up.
this?
Sit down if you're not already and take a look at the following states: NY, TX, NH
Looks like some one is gunning for both of us! Fortunately for you, whomever it is doesn't seem to have good intell on you as I take it you're not in Texas on New York, at least I hope you aren't... and they don't even seem to know if you're alive either...
As for me, I think I know what my spy's cover is. I dunno how much of the dreams I posted on LJ you read but there was one I knew was symbolic but I was unable to decipher, until now. Just in case you didn't read it or don't recall it, there was a dream where you were hiding me from a man who looked like Giles on Buffy... the other details aren't pertinent, but I think I worked out what that part of the dream meant. You see there's a GILES plumbing company local to me and their van has been at my apartment building quite often of late, not to mention I've seen their vans a few other places near me, including on the way home from work.
That Felicia whom I mentioned is also listed on the map in NY. Her last name is Brooks and her power is listed as "disintegration touch" though I've seen her use it without killing someone at least that's what it looked like in my nightmare.
Look, if you don't wanna keep in touch after this, I'll understand, but I thought I ought to warn you. Stay safe and I will try my best to do likewise.
Well for the moment I’m OK, though I don’t care for what happened last night as I drove to work. See, I left early for work as I wanted to go to the Barnes and Nobel nearby to where I work. Well I was on a semi major road that connects up with an even more major high way. As I drove out of my town into a neighboring one, I noticed this high end expensive sports car, a silver BMW convertible with the top down, tailgating me. I decided to take the highway when I got stuck at a light. Well the convertible stopped too, but not at the stop line. He was in the lane to my left and about two feet short of the stop line. I thought this was odd but figured that I was glad to be going right when the light changed as he was in the lane to stay straight. Well, when I got to the section where the onramps for the highway were, it was a mess and the signs aren’t clear. This area is well known to me and I managed to wind up on the northbound highway rather than the southbound I wanted. So I navigated my way back almost home to where I knew I’d be able to pick up the southbound highway (no other turnoffs before that) and as I grab for my cell to call work and let them know I may be late, I notice THE SAME SILVER CONVERTIBLE TO MY LEFT ON THE EXIT RAMP! Fortunately, he did not get back on the highway going south with me or my next call would have been to the police but this was just a bit too close for my liking.
This was taken that same night. Other than "road rage" can any of you see a reason for that guy to have followed me? I can't!
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Is this familiar to anyone? And if it is what can you or are you willing to tell me? I know a contact on another server said it had to do with the past but I'd like to know what I'm supposed to be avoiding.
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