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Got a nightmare last night. The first in a long time. To explain simply, one day, people looking by the horizon by North East, started to instantly and permanently vanish. No need to be outside, it would occur even when looking behind a window. No one could tell why it started or what was behind this phenomena but a saying went by: "Don't look North East, because that's where the sun goes." overtime, people would have some device on them that would vibrate and send an alarm when they're on dangerous zone, but as you guess, it's just a band aid on a broken leg. And it would target anyone looking, evenly, so child, old people,... anyone. In the nightmare, there was the phase where it started, and no one really understood what was going on, then the phase where people where progressively used to it, but started to breakdown, with even some, looking there with defiance (with the consequence you imagine). And the thing is that the vanishing wouldn't produce any sound. So you could talk to someone, look away for one second and that person would be gone without any trace. And when you don't see someone, you'd be immediately thinking that either they vanished or just walked away.Not really a happy scenario. And at time, I had a freeze frame of the exact moment someone looked, and basically their body partly was vaporized during that frame.

In my dream, I was in some kind of library. There was a big window on my left side, and the sun light was very bright. I can understand it was morning. I am reading a book and find a poem in it. As I read, I realize that it is a poem that I've written. I find it very beatiful, the most beautiful poem I've ever written. Then I realize I am in a dream. I say to myself "I wish I can remember this poem when I wake up". But i couldn't remember it when I wake up.

I was at this hotel (I think it was in Indonesia or some Asian country) and I was in my room, and in walks Clarence Thomas and Ketanji Brown Jackson. And they had come to declare something (I don’t know what) that they had decided on that was so big that they were personally finding every American that was currently not in the country to hear the news and personally telling Americans overseas the news themselves. So they had basically found me in Indonesia and came to personally deliver their message to me and all the other Americans in the hotel.

I hear the sound of ghungroo at the place where I lived as a kid. I tell my mom I heard the sound of a ghungroo. As i look outside i see a little girl in red dress running around and playing but not looking at us. I tried to affectionately call her but words dont escape my mouth. Have a sense of shock as i see her and maybe some sort of fear caused the words to not come out of my mouth. As she leaves our vision I tell my mom that i heard it earlier that day and saw her earlier. She must be around 4 or 5, just about th age of my daughter whom i havrnt seen for a couple of months now. The visual out of the window was pitch black and all i could see was the girl run away from our side of the window, turn around and run back disappearing from our side of the window.

I had a vivid early morning dream. At times, my view would zoom in close; other times, I saw from a wide, top-down perspective—like watching a strategic operation unfold from above. The dream began with a striking view of a group of elite, specialized soldiers—about 5 to 8 of them. They were a highly trained unit, personally chosen by their Commander-in-Chief. Their loyalty, discipline, and unwavering commitment to their mission were unmistakable. They had fought together through many hard-won battles and had developed a deep bond rooted in honor and trust. They were running across a wide, open war field, leaving behind a battleground they had just conquered. It was clear that this unit had taken much ground together over time. Though the war still raged around them, they moved with urgency and perfect formation. Scene 2: The Storm and the Fence Then the terrain shifted. Heavy rain poured in sheets from the sky, making visibility low. The ground turned into thick, slippery mud. Despite the storm, the unit stayed in harmony, never breaking stride. Eventually, they came to a gray chain-link fence—standing strangely alone in the open landscape. It clearly marked the next phase of their mission, and they were under direct orders to reach it. Their gear was soaked, their fatigues caked in mud. At the base of the fence, centered like a marker, were two shovels—placed intentionally, as if by command. Without pause, they began to dig under the fence. Each man took a turn, one digging until spent, then handing off to the next. Their goal was precise: create openings wide enough for two soldiers to slide beneath and press ahead toward a large white building visible on the other side. Scene 3: The Waiting Soldiers Once the holes were ready, two were chosen to go. They slid under the fence and ran toward the building while the others waited, huddled near the opening, still alert and battle-ready. It was then that I was shown something deeper. Each soldier in this unit carried a unique calling and specialized skill. One might be an expert in communication, another in field medicine, another in navigation or demolitions, another in intelligence or surveillance. No single soldier had it all—but together, they formed a force capable of extraordinary things. Every gift, every assignment mattered. They were more than warriors; they were a finely tuned body in motion. Scene 4: Inside the Building Inside the white building, the two soldiers were now clean and dry, standing side by side at a window. They sipped something warm—maybe tea or cocoa. Their demeanor had shifted. While their teammates remained outside in the storm, these two were at ease. Calm. Comfortable. They had forgotten the mission. Forgotten the others. Forgotten the urgency. They were half-hearted. This building had been chosen beforehand as a transitional space—a place to regroup, refocus, and prepare for the next advance. The two inside were never meant to stay. They were to make a way for the rest to move forward and get in the building. But they had grown content and detached. Scene 5: The Greater Assignment The final scene zoomed out beyond the white building. What I saw was a vast, wide-open territory still waiting to be taken. The mission wasn’t over. The building was just a checkpoint. The half-heartedness of the two risked compromising not only their comrades, but the fulfillment of a much greater Kingdom-level assignment.

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