Another weird dream

I had a weird dream this morning (not my first, not my last). I spent the first part of my dream trying to protect a massive octopus, who was apparently a God. He had a book that I kept for him while he was captured by bad humans. There were pictures in it from my genealogy and my village in Greece. I tried not to read its text, but my eye did caught a prophetic verse that was something like this:

10:25 AM to 11:00 AM: Humans are standing up
11:01 AM to 11:04 AM: Humans’ best times
11:05 AM to 11:07 AM: The end of the humans

I felt the need to blog about it, and profess my belief for this octopus God, but at the last moment, my atheist self won out. In fact, my brother could not see him earlier, while I could. I thought that I might be getting crazy, so I gave up to the whole octopus God thing.

I then found myself at my village, between my father’s home and my uncle’s. I was in the middle of the street when I noticed that the sun had become huge, and there was another planet behind it too. It was burning and I could visibly see the fire around it. Suddenly I saw my mother, and I told her to run towards our house to protect ourselves from the solar flares. I tried to find my brother, but there was no time.

Just as we were running towards home, I stopped under a bridge. My mother continued running. I shouted at her to come back, but she continued running. I saw her bursting in flames.

At that point I lost all hope, and I prepared myself for the inevitable. I took some big stones tried to build a quick wall around me, under the bridge. Suddenly, this 40-something guy walks in under the bridge, and unlocks a door that have been there, but couldn’t see before. I followed him in, and there were some stairs, going deep underground.

It became obvious that this was a shelter: there was food, lots of water. Soon, more people arrived. I asked the guy who was he and how did he know about the flares and prepared himself. He said, he was the Octopus God, saving just a few of us. He said that the people that were going to be saved, will instinctively find the door under the bridge.

At this point I started begging him to save my brother. He said that only the chosen ones will be saved. I knew that there was no point arguing about that, so I gave up, and tried to help a few half-burning people that were coming in.

I tried to help a guy lying on the floor, who had been protecting himself with some cloth. I took the cloth away. And it was my brother! He had passed out, but he was not visibly burned. I started shouting at the octopus God to help him!

My heart started pounding fast, and I had trouble breathing seeing my brother lying there not moving. That was when I woke up.


Andreas wrote on September 25th, 2009 at 3:52 PM PST:

So, if I understand right, you felt inside your dream to blog about it and finally you blog about it. In reality. 🙂

I think is rather easy to interpret that dream. You miss your family. And the octopus god is probably inspired from this. 😉

I have many times exciting dreams too but most of the time I cannot remember them after I wake up.

xiaNaix wrote on September 25th, 2009 at 10:05 PM PST:

Wow! Had you heard of The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster before you had that dream? That is just weird.

Vast Majority wrote on September 26th, 2009 at 12:40 AM PST:

Octopus God? Sounds like Cthulhu! One of the great “old ones”.

toogreen wrote on September 26th, 2009 at 7:08 AM PST:

As “Vast Majority” said, it sounds a lot to me like you read or saw that ad the day before:

Vassilis Perantzakis wrote on September 27th, 2009 at 1:09 AM PST:

Interesting. Elements from “Knowing” Nickolas Cage and the Pastafarians!!

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