0147, dreamt of several women heroines, probably two or three, prior to an angelina jolie-like heroine but I can’t recall. i saw and old man with white beard. he was in a very dark ocean of water and he was wearing a black scuba diver suit. i saw him half in/half out of his scuba diver outfit as this jolie-like heroine got into the murky ocean.
as the old man mentioned how ultimate disaster of death is coming from small roundish laser connected from series of wires all white, which all come from atop of island butte, i looked up and saw a gray storm brewing. i was hovering/flying/whatever behind jolie to my left and old guy to my right. i saw a darker figured symbol – almost like a big shadow of an eagle or bird creature with a small head but without the head as in an inverted triangle – almost like a heart but not round and with outstretched “wings”. Yeah, i heard his voice loud and clear proclaiming this weapon of disaster/death.
0149, dreamt of several views of black, heavily shielded advanced aircraft with cat woman like entity as pilot with glowing eyes, which looked to her right (or starboard). i was “outdoors” hovering/flying/viewing/whatever and looking up and up close sometimes to get a better look. i sensed/saw how this black aircraft was going through dense fog of angry activity, which shook and vibrated the aircraft. i might have heard the sounds of angry activity but i cannot recall.
then my dream went to a different scene where this angelina jolie-like heroine and others before her emerged onto antarctica-like place. i and saw/heard another woman leader of the operation describing the weapon and its whereabouts. the woman leader seemed arrogant/proud and laughing as she was describing this weapon. jolie came from my front right vision toward me along that palteau.
0151, the weapon was hooked up to a bunch of hidden wires insider sands atop a butte. jolie came from my right and across the plateau of beige patch and lifted the wires with both her hands and followed it down the steep cliff and into an angry black wave of ocean where she met the old man in a scuba diver suit.
Note: So I was thinking after I awoke around 0145 am that there may/might exist this weapons of mass destruction/death somewhere in Antarctica or somewhere where there is a beige butte or plateau and jutting out of this VERY black ocean of water. It’s the size and shape of a miniature electrical fan or heating element of some sort. By the way, I thought I’d share this dream because I was lazy to share other minor dreams since January 2014. I’m hoping that my Akashic records would retain my lost dreams that didn’t make my weblog here.
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