I was on an Air Force base. I think I was just an observer. I could see strange crafts coming in from the blue sky to land. They looked like wagons, complete with wheels, and one person was directing them to land. I watched at least two of them set down.
I also saw a large boat. It was a naval ship converted somehow to take passengers. The ship was crowded to overflowing. It was moored at the edge of the base.
I went for a walk. I walked along some kind of a river. Then I noticed it was getting dark and I wanted to turn around and go back to the base before dark. I got lost somehow, or at least I could not find my way back. I went around a church. When I first saw it, it was glitter-ing, all gold, but around the back it was falling apart. I went through a gate that I thought was locked, but when I got there it was easy to open. Some people were coming in from the other direction.
I inquired about the base and how to get there. They said they had no idea, but to ask at Tourist Information. It was the sort of place one finds along a highway, to ask directions. The lady there was in some sort of uniform. She could not, however, find the base on any of the maps she opened. She even pulled down some large maps that were hanging on the wall.
Walking again, now it is sunset, and I think if I just keep going west, I should arrive at the base. I think it’s the right direction, but I am not sure.
I woke up feeling incredibly tired. It was almost eight o’clock. I was an hour late for work. This seems to be happening a lot lately. I wanted to write the dream down tonight because it’s been a long time since I dreamt of an Air Force base, although it has been a recur-ring theme in my dreams. That and watching strange crafts landing.
The idea of refugees is also usually associated with a dream of an Air Force base.
I have forgotten much of the dream, unfortunately.
Oct. 1, 1999 (NSA journal entry after adjustment) Today I felt…Actually, I had a migraine when I came in. It intensified during the clearing and now it’s back as it was. Today, I knew
when the clearing was over. I could feel tremendous heat in the upper part of my back. My body does things without my consent, in a sense.
Like an automaton blindly following its program.
Oct. 6, 1999 (NSA journal entry after adjustment) Today, I felt…more relaxed. The middle of my back is painful today. No nice warmth like the other day. I could have gone on with the adjustment a little longer.
Oct. 8, 1999 (NSA journal entry after adjustment) Today I felt…the pain in the pit of my stomach was back. I asked what it wanted. It answered, “To hurt you.”
I asked why, and it answered, “To kill you. I am tired of living.” I am too, but it is different now.
In this nightmare, I have found hope. Maybe one day, I will not be so tired of living. So I told it I wanted to reserve judgment on that.
I have not asked my groin why it has hurt all week. I am not ready to discuss anything with it. Not just yet! I think there is some kind of rhythm now and I like it. My wrist has not stopped bothering me, maybe during the night we will have a long conversation.
Oct. 9, 1999 (Dream)