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Anonymous 11/04/16(Fri)22:39:54 No.1830261518298820 (OP) #

I don’t normally comment on x, just lurk most of the time, but I saw this thread and figured why the fuck not I’ll post.

I had 3 different events, might have to post them separately, might not post all of them if I get tired of typing, I suck at green-text btw so I’ll just type it out.

The first event I had was when I was a kiddo, although I didn’t realize it until I was older, but my parents and schoolteachers did.

Before 9/11, I was always (ALWAYS) drawing cities, and would put the twin towers in them burning, although I was like 4 at the time and I had never even seen them or heard of them. I did this in my agenda notebook, on the desk, on paper at home, all the time. Nobody thought anything of it until 9/11 happened and then everyone was very quiet around me. They would try to be really nice to me, they wanted me to draw something other than burning towers, they never told me what, they just told me to draw whatever I wanted. Don’t really remember much beyond that though.

Fast forward about a decade and a half, I find my old agenda notebooks in the closet, and see 9/11 scribbles all over them from time periods far before 9/11. I finally went and asked my parents about it, and they were extremely squirmy on the subject, but finally, they had told me that I was drawing all of this before 9/11 and that they were hoping I would just forget.

They had told me that my mother apparently predicted a bunch of plane crashes between the 60s and the 80s in excruciating detail (down to the exact locations they would hit), although she lost this ability when I was born.

Apparently, my grandmother and my great-grandmother had the same ability to varying other degrees. It’s really made me question a lot of things ever since though, to the extent that I seriously worry about my own thoughts.

Story #2

Significantly after this, but before re-discovering this weird life event of mine, I had another incident take place.

I had the day off and had gone to sleep, although once I had awoken in my dream, I didn’t realize I was asleep.

I lived out day after day, week after week, month after month in this dream that I didn’t even know was a dream; however, it was not a good one.

Eventually, at some distant future point, the space station was de-orbited. I do not know if this was intentional, or if it was normal orbital decay, or if it was even the ISS and not just one of the Chinese stations. However, shortly after this, there was a limited nuclear exchange in which 36 nuclear weapons were detonated in the Texas Gulf region. I am unsure what happened with the rest of the country, though, but I imagine it was catastrophic; services never came back.

Shortly after this came airstrikes—no idea from who. It honestly looked like some variant of a Su-30 Russian plane. Only a few, however, before those too eventually stopped.

About a week after this, it got horrific. There were a bunch of anvil clouds that seemingly developed out of nowhere, and large spacecraft were seen in them. Not emerging in an “Independence Day” style, but as if the cloud itself was some kind of portal, and these ships were sort of halfway loitering, halfway in/out of the portal. The ships were large, angular, brick-shaped but had no real texture to speak of; they were a sort of solid stone/slate gray and just sat there.

We never saw anything come out of them. All we remembered were screams—from everywhere. And these monsters that would peel the skin from children and parents and wear their skin.

They were capable of perfectly imitating the voices of the people whose skin they took. They did this to lure people out of their hiding spots and take them. Killing yourself to escape them would not work; they could reanimate the dead.

If you killed yourself to escape, it wouldn’t work. They could reanimate the dead and keep you on some sort of life support for the sake of experimentation. I don’t know why or how, but somehow I knew that if they took you, you were theirs forever—there was no escape.

However, they also had large facilities on the earth. They looked like normal warehouses, but the ones who wore people’s skin were inside these. They would liquefy humans in here and keep them in devices that looked similar to dryers, and each liquified human was kept in their own.

We had a hand scanner we could use to find where our person’s remains were so we could steal them so that they couldn’t reconstitute their remains and make them suffer. Somehow, we could reconstruct the entire person back to what they were with this liquid.

However, the ones who wore people’s skin had these large pools ringed with symbols that looked similar to Zoroastrian dakhmas (I don’t know the spelling). They would fill these pools with the people’s liquefied remains and bathe in them, and their children would bathe in them and drink them.

They would try throwing people in, and if you fell in, then you were one of them.

This went on until most of the human race had been wiped out. I do not remember most of what happened, as this was a single dream spanning almost 72 years.

Eventually, though, their spacecraft were destroyed, most of the life on earth was destroyed, and it had become a large desert. I remember there were still alligators, though.

Whatever had transpired had killed the sun. It was slowly dying, as if perhaps they had siphoned energy from it to escape.

I don’t know if anyone intervened on our behalf, but I think someone did.

I remember I was walking with a girl in a blue dress. She was my wife (I don’t have a wife in real life, mind you). Part 3 after this.

But anyways, me and my wife in the blue dress were walking down the road. There was a small ditch on the left side, with a few alligators in it, and a line of trees on the other following the ditch.

We were walking home, and there were bits of these spacecraft everywhere. The sun looked like it was setting, but it wasn’t (damaged or something as I stated in a previous post).

But we finally got home—it was getting close to nighttime.

I then remember her whispering to me very quietly,** “We need to be quiet and turn all the lights off, or they’ll see us.”**

We did this and saw lights on the horizon slowly blinking out one by one.

I don’t know if the lights were really close enough or not, but I could swear I heard distant screaming—like there was a reason their lights were going off, as though even in our victory, we were still being hunted.

I do not know what our enemy was. We all just called it “Them.”

I woke up after this and realized I had been asleep for almost 14 hours (normally I sleep 7 and a half).

That 72 years of mine had all somehow been a complex fabrication of my imagination.

However, every single event leading up to this has happened again—every single last one.

I fear that either I am once again in the long dream, or that it has become reality this time, and we are about to see tribulation.

Russian invasion of Crimea, Iraq falling apart and returning to a fractured state, Syrian intervention.

The next things to come along are that the rest of the Middle East falls apart—not just what we’re already seeing, but Jordan, Lebanon, Saudi Arabia, Iran—pretty much everything except Israel.

Eventually, a space station (no idea which one or when/how) will de-orbit.

A war between Russia and the U.S. is going to kick off—it’s inevitable. Russia is going to invade up through Mexico.

The red line is how far into the U.S. they end up advancing due to aid from the native Mexican population initiating an insurrection due to increased nationalism.

A weak, quasi-breakup of the U.S. follows a civil war.

The green circle is a flashpoint where Russia didn’t invade at first—they stayed on one side of the ship channel until finally attempting to cross it.

That’s when things go nuclear.

36 nuclear weapons are exchanged in and around the green circle.

I have no idea how many are exchanged elsewhere, as that is the last time we have internet or TV ever again.

Many other electronic devices and vehicles still worked, however—mostly older ones.

Russia does a few more strikes with aircraft that I assume were hardened against the initial nuclear exchange, although they very quickly stopped as I imagine they likely ran out of fuel or some such other reason. Very soon after this is when the ships arrived.

Transcribing in comments:

Anonymous 11/04/16(Fri)22:39:54 No.1830261518298820 (OP) #

I don’t normally comment on x, just lurk most of the time, but I saw this thread and figured why the fuck not I’ll post.

I had 3 different events, might have to post them separately, might not post all of them if I get tired of typing, I suck at green-text btw so I’ll just type it out.

The first event I had was when I was a kiddo, although I didn’t realize it until I was older, but my parents and schoolteachers did.

Before 9/11, I was always (ALWAYS) drawing cities, and would put the twin towers in them burning, although I was like 4 at the time and I had never even seen them or heard of them. I did this in my agenda notebook, on the desk, on paper at home, all the time. Nobody thought anything of it until 9/11 happened and then everyone was very quiet around me. They would try to be really nice to me, they wanted me to draw something other than burning towers, they never told me what, they just told me to draw whatever I wanted. Don’t really remember much beyond that though.

Fast forward about a decade and a half, I find my old agenda notebooks in the closet, and see 9/11 scribbles all over them from time periods far before 9/11. I finally went and asked my parents about it, and they were extremely squirmy on the subject, but finally, they had told me that I was drawing all of this before 9/11 and that they were hoping I would just forget.

They had told me that my mother apparently predicted a bunch of plane crashes between the 60s and the 80s in excruciating detail (down to the exact locations they would hit), although she lost this ability when I was born.

Apparently, my grandmother and my great-grandmother had the same ability to varying other degrees. It’s really made me question a lot of things ever since though, to the extent that I seriously worry about my own thoughts.

Story #2

Significantly after this, but before re-discovering this weird life event of mine, I had another incident take place.

I had the day off and had gone to sleep, although once I had awoken in my dream, I didn’t realize I was asleep.

I lived out day after day, week after week, month after month in this dream that I didn’t even know was a dream; however, it was not a good one.

Eventually, at some distant future point, the space station was de-orbited. I do not know if this was intentional, or if it was normal orbital decay, or if it was even the ISS and not just one of the Chinese stations. However, shortly after this, there was a limited nuclear exchange in which 36 nuclear weapons were detonated in the Texas Gulf region. I am unsure what happened with the rest of the country, though, but I imagine it was catastrophic; services never came back.

Shortly after this came airstrikes—no idea from who. It honestly looked like some variant of a Su-30 Russian plane. Only a few, however, before those too eventually stopped.

About a week after this, it got horrific. There were a bunch of anvil clouds that seemingly developed out of nowhere, and large spacecraft were seen in them. Not emerging in an “Independence Day” style, but as if the cloud itself was some kind of portal, and these ships were sort of halfway loitering, halfway in/out of the portal. The ships were large, angular, brick-shaped but had no real texture to speak of; they were a sort of solid stone/slate gray and just sat there.

We never saw anything come out of them. All we remembered were screams—from everywhere. And these monsters that would peel the skin from children and parents and wear their skin.

They were capable of perfectly imitating the voices of the people whose skin they took. They did this to lure people out of their hiding spots and take them. Killing yourself to escape them would not work; they could reanimate the dead.

If you killed yourself to escape, it wouldn’t work. They could reanimate the dead and keep you on some sort of life support for the sake of experimentation. I don’t know why or how, but somehow I knew that if they took you, you were theirs forever—there was no escape.

However, they also had large facilities on the earth. They looked like normal warehouses, but the ones who wore people’s skin were inside these. They would liquefy humans in here and keep them in devices that looked similar to dryers, and each liquified human was kept in their own.

We had a hand scanner we could use to find where our person’s remains were so we could steal them so that they couldn’t reconstitute their remains and make them suffer. Somehow, we could reconstruct the entire person back to what they were with this liquid.

However, the ones who wore people’s skin had these large pools ringed with symbols that looked similar to Zoroastrian dakhmas (I don’t know the spelling). They would fill these pools with the people’s liquefied remains and bathe in them, and their children would bathe in them and drink them.

They would try throwing people in, and if you fell in, then you were one of them.

This went on until most of the human race had been wiped out. I do not remember most of what happened, as this was a single dream spanning almost 72 years.

Eventually, though, their spacecraft were destroyed, most of the life on earth was destroyed, and it had become a large desert. I remember there were still alligators, though.

Whatever had transpired had killed the sun. It was slowly dying, as if perhaps they had siphoned energy from it to escape.

I don’t know if anyone intervened on our behalf, but I think someone did.

I remember I was walking with a girl in a blue dress. She was my wife (I don’t have a wife in real life, mind you). Part 3 after this.

But anyways, me and my wife in the blue dress were walking down the road. There was a small ditch on the left side, with a few alligators in it, and a line of trees on the other following the ditch.

We were walking home, and there were bits of these spacecraft everywhere. The sun looked like it was setting, but it wasn’t (damaged or something as I stated in a previous post).

But we finally got home—it was getting close to nighttime.

I then remember her whispering to me very quietly,** “We need to be quiet and turn all the lights off, or they’ll see us.”**

We did this and saw lights on the horizon slowly blinking out one by one.

I don’t know if the lights were really close enough or not, but I could swear I heard distant screaming—like there was a reason their lights were going off, as though even in our victory, we were still being hunted.

I do not know what our enemy was. We all just called it “Them.”

I woke up after this and realized I had been asleep for almost 14 hours (normally I sleep 7 and a half).

That 72 years of mine had all somehow been a complex fabrication of my imagination.

However, every single event leading up to this has happened again—every single last one.

I fear that either I am once again in the long dream, or that it has become reality this time, and we are about to see tribulation.

Russian invasion of Crimea, Iraq falling apart and returning to a fractured state, Syrian intervention.

The next things to come along are that the rest of the Middle East falls apart—not just what we’re already seeing, but Jordan, Lebanon, Saudi Arabia, Iran—pretty much everything except Israel.

Eventually, a space station (no idea which one or when/how) will de-orbit.

A war between Russia and the U.S. is going to kick off—it’s inevitable. Russia is going to invade up through Mexico.

The red line is how far into the U.S. they end up advancing due to aid from the native Mexican population initiating an insurrection due to increased nationalism.

A weak, quasi-breakup of the U.S. follows a civil war.

The green circle is a flashpoint where Russia didn’t invade at first—they stayed on one side of the ship channel until finally attempting to cross it.

That’s when things go nuclear.

36 nuclear weapons are exchanged in and around the green circle.

I have no idea how many are exchanged elsewhere, as that is the last time we have internet or TV ever again.

Many other electronic devices and vehicles still worked, however—mostly older ones.

Russia does a few more strikes with aircraft that I assume were hardened against the initial nuclear exchange, although they very quickly stopped as I imagine they likely ran out of fuel or some such other reason. Very soon after this is when the ships arrived.

Transcribing in comments:

Anonymous 11/04/16(Fri)22:39:54 No.1830261518298820 (OP) #

I don’t normally comment on x, just lurk most of the time, but I saw this thread and figured why the fuck not I’ll post.

I had 3 different events, might have to post them separately, might not post all of them if I get tired of typing, I suck at green-text btw so I’ll just type it out.

The first event I had was when I was a kiddo, although I didn’t realize it until I was older, but my parents and schoolteachers did.

Before 9/11, I was always (ALWAYS) drawing cities, and would put the twin towers in them burning, although I was like 4 at the time and I had never even seen them or heard of them. I did this in my agenda notebook, on the desk, on paper at home, all the time. Nobody thought anything of it until 9/11 happened and then everyone was very quiet around me. They would try to be really nice to me, they wanted me to draw something other than burning towers, they never told me what, they just told me to draw whatever I wanted. Don’t really remember much beyond that though.

Fast forward about a decade and a half, I find my old agenda notebooks in the closet, and see 9/11 scribbles all over them from time periods far before 9/11. I finally went and asked my parents about it, and they were extremely squirmy on the subject, but finally, they had told me that I was drawing all of this before 9/11 and that they were hoping I would just forget.

They had told me that my mother apparently predicted a bunch of plane crashes between the 60s and the 80s in excruciating detail (down to the exact locations they would hit), although she lost this ability when I was born.

Apparently, my grandmother and my great-grandmother had the same ability to varying other degrees. It’s really made me question a lot of things ever since though, to the extent that I seriously worry about my own thoughts.

Story #2

Significantly after this, but before re-discovering this weird life event of mine, I had another incident take place.

I had the day off and had gone to sleep, although once I had awoken in my dream, I didn’t realize I was asleep.

I lived out day after day, week after week, month after month in this dream that I didn’t even know was a dream; however, it was not a good one.

Eventually, at some distant future point, the space station was de-orbited. I do not know if this was intentional, or if it was normal orbital decay, or if it was even the ISS and not just one of the Chinese stations. However, shortly after this, there was a limited nuclear exchange in which 36 nuclear weapons were detonated in the Texas Gulf region. I am unsure what happened with the rest of the country, though, but I imagine it was catastrophic; services never came back.

Shortly after this came airstrikes—no idea from who. It honestly looked like some variant of a Su-30 Russian plane. Only a few, however, before those too eventually stopped.

About a week after this, it got horrific. There were a bunch of anvil clouds that seemingly developed out of nowhere, and large spacecraft were seen in them. Not emerging in an “Independence Day” style, but as if the cloud itself was some kind of portal, and these ships were sort of halfway loitering, halfway in/out of the portal. The ships were large, angular, brick-shaped but had no real texture to speak of; they were a sort of solid stone/slate gray and just sat there.

We never saw anything come out of them. All we remembered were screams—from everywhere. And these monsters that would peel the skin from children and parents and wear their skin.

They were capable of perfectly imitating the voices of the people whose skin they took. They did this to lure people out of their hiding spots and take them. Killing yourself to escape them would not work; they could reanimate the dead.

If you killed yourself to escape, it wouldn’t work. They could reanimate the dead and keep you on some sort of life support for the sake of experimentation. I don’t know why or how, but somehow I knew that if they took you, you were theirs forever—there was no escape.

However, they also had large facilities on the earth. They looked like normal warehouses, but the ones who wore people’s skin were inside these. They would liquefy humans in here and keep them in devices that looked similar to dryers, and each liquified human was kept in their own.

We had a hand scanner we could use to find where our person’s remains were so we could steal them so that they couldn’t reconstitute their remains and make them suffer. Somehow, we could reconstruct the entire person back to what they were with this liquid.

However, the ones who wore people’s skin had these large pools ringed with symbols that looked similar to Zoroastrian dakhmas (I don’t know the spelling). They would fill these pools with the people’s liquefied remains and bathe in them, and their children would bathe in them and drink them.

They would try throwing people in, and if you fell in, then you were one of them.

This went on until most of the human race had been wiped out. I do not remember most of what happened, as this was a single dream spanning almost 72 years.

Eventually, though, their spacecraft were destroyed, most of the life on earth was destroyed, and it had become a large desert. I remember there were still alligators, though.

Whatever had transpired had killed the sun. It was slowly dying, as if perhaps they had siphoned energy from it to escape.

I don’t know if anyone intervened on our behalf, but I think someone did.

I remember I was walking with a girl in a blue dress. She was my wife (I don’t have a wife in real life, mind you). Part 3 after this.

But anyways, me and my wife in the blue dress were walking down the road. There was a small ditch on the left side, with a few alligators in it, and a line of trees on the other following the ditch.

We were walking home, and there were bits of these spacecraft everywhere. The sun looked like it was setting, but it wasn’t (damaged or something as I stated in a previous post).

But we finally got home—it was getting close to nighttime.

I then remember her whispering to me very quietly,** “We need to be quiet and turn all the lights off, or they’ll see us.”**

We did this and saw lights on the horizon slowly blinking out one by one.

I don’t know if the lights were really close enough or not, but I could swear I heard distant screaming—like there was a reason their lights were going off, as though even in our victory, we were still being hunted.

I do not know what our enemy was. We all just called it “Them.”

I woke up after this and realized I had been asleep for almost 14 hours (normally I sleep 7 and a half).

That 72 years of mine had all somehow been a complex fabrication of my imagination.

However, every single event leading up to this has happened again—every single last one.

I fear that either I am once again in the long dream, or that it has become reality this time, and we are about to see tribulation.

Russian invasion of Crimea, Iraq falling apart and returning to a fractured state, Syrian intervention.

The next things to come along are that the rest of the Middle East falls apart—not just what we’re already seeing, but Jordan, Lebanon, Saudi Arabia, Iran—pretty much everything except Israel.

Eventually, a space station (no idea which one or when/how) will de-orbit.

A war between Russia and the U.S. is going to kick off—it’s inevitable. Russia is going to invade up through Mexico.

The red line is how far into the U.S. they end up advancing due to aid from the native Mexican population initiating an insurrection due to increased nationalism.

A weak, quasi-breakup of the U.S. follows a civil war.

The green circle is a flashpoint where Russia didn’t invade at first—they stayed on one side of the ship channel until finally attempting to cross it.

That’s when things go nuclear.

36 nuclear weapons are exchanged in and around the green circle.

I have no idea how many are exchanged elsewhere, as that is the last time we have internet or TV ever again.

Many other electronic devices and vehicles still worked, however—mostly older ones.

Russia does a few more strikes with aircraft that I assume were hardened against the initial nuclear exchange, although they very quickly stopped as I imagine they likely ran out of fuel or some such other reason. Very soon after this is when the ships arrived.

Anonymous 11/04/16(Fri)22:39:54 No.18302615 18298820 (OP) #

I don’t normally comment on x, just lurk most of the time, but I saw this thread and figured why the fuck not I’ll post.

I had 3 different events, might have to post them separately, might not post all of them if I get tired of typing, I suck at green-text btw so I’ll just type it out.

The first event I had was when I was a kiddo, although I didn’t realize it until I was older, but my parents and schoolteachers did.

Before 9/11, I was always (ALWAYS) drawing cities, and would put the twin towers in them burning, although I was like 4 at the time and I had never even seen them or heard of them. I did this in my agenda notebook, on the desk, on paper at home, all the time. Nobody thought anything of it until 9/11 happened and then everyone was very quiet around me. They would try to be really nice to me, they wanted me to draw something other than burning towers, they never told me what, they just told me to draw whatever I wanted. Don’t really remember much beyond that though.

Fast forward about a decade and a half, I find my old agenda notebooks in the closet, and see 9/11 scribbles all over them from time periods far before 9/11. I finally went and asked my parents about it, and they were extremely squirmy on the subject, but finally, they had told me that I was drawing all of this before 9/11 and that they were hoping I would just forget.

They had told me that my mother apparently predicted a bunch of plane crashes between the 60s and the 80s in excruciating detail (down to the exact locations they would hit), although she lost this ability when I was born.

Apparently, my grandmother and my great-grandmother had the same ability to varying other degrees. It’s really made me question a lot of things ever since though, to the extent that I seriously worry about my own thoughts.

Story #2

Significantly after this, but before re-discovering this weird life event of mine, I had another incident take place.

I had the day off and had gone to sleep, although once I had awoken in my dream, I didn’t realize I was asleep.

I lived out day after day, week after week, month after month in this dream that I didn’t even know was a dream; however, it was not a good one.

Eventually, at some distant future point, the space station was de-orbited. I do not know if this was intentional, or if it was normal orbital decay, or if it was even the ISS and not just one of the Chinese stations. However, shortly after this, there was a limited nuclear exchange in which 36 nuclear weapons were detonated in the Texas Gulf region. I am unsure what happened with the rest of the country, though, but I imagine it was catastrophic; services never came back.

Shortly after this came airstrikes. No idea from who.

Shortly after this came airstrikes—no idea from who. It honestly looked like some variant of a Su-30 Russian plane. Only a few, however, before those too eventually stopped.

About a week after this, it got horrific. There were a bunch of anvil clouds that seemingly developed out of nowhere, and large spacecraft were seen in them. Not emerging in an “Independence Day” style, but as if the cloud itself was some kind of portal, and these ships were sort of halfway loitering, halfway in/out of the portal. The ships were large, angular, brick-shaped but had no real texture to speak of; they were a sort of solid stone/slate gray and just sat there.

We never saw anything come out of them. All we remembered were screams—from everywhere. And these monsters that would peel the skin from children and parents and wear their skin.

They were capable of perfectly imitating the voices of the people whose skin they took. They did this to lure people out of their hiding spots and take them. Killing yourself to escape them would not work; they could reanimate the dead.

If you killed yourself to escape, it wouldn’t work. They could reanimate the dead and keep you on some sort of life support for the sake of experimentation. I don’t know why or how, but somehow I knew that if they took you, you were theirs forever—there was no escape.

However, they also had large facilities on the earth. They looked like normal warehouses, but the ones who wore people’s skin were inside these. They would liquefy humans in here and keep them in devices that looked similar to dryers, and each liquified human was kept in their own.

We had a hand scanner we could use to find where our person’s remains were so we could steal them so that they couldn’t reconstitute their remains and make them suffer. Somehow, we could reconstruct the entire person back to what they were with this liquid.

However, the ones who wore people’s skin had these large pools ringed with symbols that looked similar to Zoroastrian dakhmas (I don’t know the spelling). They would fill these pools with the people’s liquefied remains and bathe in them, and their children would bathe in them and drink them.

They would try throwing people in, and if you fell in, then you were one of them.

This went on until most of the human race had been wiped out. I do not remember most of what happened, as this was a single dream spanning almost 72 years.

Eventually, though, their spacecraft were destroyed, most of the life on earth was destroyed, and it had become a large desert. I remember there were still alligators, though.

Whatever had transpired had killed the sun. It was slowly dying, as if perhaps they had siphoned energy from it to escape.

I don’t know if anyone intervened on our behalf, but I think someone did.

I remember I was walking with a girl in a blue dress. She was my wife (I don’t have a wife in real life, mind you). Part 3 after this.

But anyways, me and my wife in the blue dress were walking down the road. There was a small ditch on the left side, with a few alligators in it, and a line of trees on the other following the ditch.

We were walking home, and there were bits of these spacecraft everywhere. The sun looked like it was setting, but it wasn’t (damaged or something as I stated in a previous post).

But we finally got home—it was getting close to nighttime.

I then remember her whispering to me very quietly,** “We need to be quiet and turn all the lights off, or they’ll see us.”**

We did this and saw lights on the horizon slowly blinking out one by one.

I don’t know if the lights were really close enough or not, but I could swear I heard distant screaming—like there was a reason their lights were going off, as though even in our victory, we were still being hunted.

I do not know what our enemy was. We all just called it “Them.”

I woke up after this and realized I had been asleep for almost 14 hours (normally I sleep 7 and a half).

That 72 years of mine had all somehow been a complex fabrication of my imagination.

However, every single event leading up to this has happened again—every single last one.

I fear that either I am once again in the long dream, or that it has become reality this time, and we are about to see tribulation.

Russian invasion of Crimea, Iraq falling apart and returning to a fractured state, Syrian intervention.

The next things to come along are that the rest of the Middle East falls apart—not just what we’re already seeing, but Jordan, Lebanon, Saudi Arabia, Iran—pretty much everything except Israel.

Eventually, a space station (no idea which one or when/how) will de-orbit.

A war between Russia and the U.S. is going to kick off—it’s inevitable. Russia is going to invade up through Mexico.

The red line is how far into the U.S. they end up advancing due to aid from the native Mexican population initiating an insurrection due to increased nationalism.

A weak, quasi-breakup of the U.S. follows a civil war.

The green circle is a flashpoint where Russia didn’t invade at first—they stayed on one side of the ship channel until finally attempting to cross it.

That’s when things go nuclear.

36 nuclear weapons are exchanged in and around the green circle.

I have no idea how many are exchanged elsewhere, as that is the last time we have internet or TV ever again.

Many other electronic devices and vehicles still worked, however—mostly older ones.

Russia does a few more strikes with aircraft that I assume were hardened against the initial nuclear exchange, although they very quickly stopped as I imagine they likely ran out of fuel or some such other reason. Very soon after this is when the ships arrived.