Thread 515333615

I’ve had three extremely clear dreams in the last few days, and they felt like an initiation rite. Whether you want to see this as archetypes, psyops, or real contact attempts, the message is clear, and I want to WARN you.

Dream 1 – The Test of Value

I was riding my mountain bike through the woods. Two guys (old acquaintances from my youth) stopped me, threatened me, tried to take my bike. I said it was a gift from my father, something valuable. But in that moment, I realized: it was just a cheap store bike. They forced me to name its real worth. I said: 400 euros.
Meaning: My subconscious was testing if I could use my evaluation models correctly, distinguish illusion from real value. This was the first trial.

Dream 2 – The Translator

A blonde woman looked at me. Suddenly my thoughts were being translated into a “light language,” that babbling gibberish like baby sounds you sometimes see on TikTok. Every single word I thought was instantly mirrored in that proto-language.
Meaning: A higher being wanted to communicate with me but couldn’t do it directly. That’s why the translator appeared. It was a cognitive test: Can I handle communication on a pre-verbal, alien layer?

Dream 3 – The Ice Age Route

I was being chased by a shadow figure from my past, escaped over rooftops, and was helped by a woman (a protective symbol). Then I found myself at a university by the sea, where people were scratching probability trees into the sand. They were searching for a way out.
A robot-guardian tried to stop me, but I recognized it for what it was, dismantled it, and everyone saw: “He’s one of us.”
But here’s the twist: in this dream I wasn’t myself, but “Dana,” a woman. Still, I made the same decisions. At the end, I asked: “How do we get out of here?”
The answer: “We take the Ice Age Route.”
Meaning: This was the identity test. Could I still make the right decisions, no matter what role or body I inhabited? Yes.

The Message

All three dreams form one rite:

Value Test – Can you separate truth from illusion?

Communication Test – Can you handle higher language?

Identity Test – Will your decisions remain stable, no matter who you are?

Only after passing these trials came the actual warning:
“The way out is the Ice Age Route.”

My Warning to You

This points directly to the Younger Dryas scenario: a sudden external shock (comet, meteor, solar flare), climate crash, collapse of systems. Back then, complex cultures disappeared. Only those who returned to archaic survival routes made it through.
America still carries that “time-lag” today, because when people re-entered after the Ice Age, they lost development time compared to Eurasia.

If my dreams are right, something similar is about to happen.
It’s not about whether it’s a meteor or a solar flare. It’s about the pattern: collapse return to archaic survival models.

The Bike i had to valuate: https://www.kaufland.de/product/336746043/

I DIDNT KNOW THE PRICE OF THIS BIKE BEFORE, I SWEAR TO YOU!
I WAS CALCULATING THAT PRICE IN MY DREAM!
This bike is a typical german cheap discounter bike, so you need to measure the inflation on the price, which is basically the measure of monetary default.

SO GET FUCKING READY!

I was somewhere in the Harz Mountains or something, nearby were some old East German military training areas, and I wanted to go for a ride on my mountain bike. Since the route was very long, I looked at it several times and had someone at the hotel explain it to me. He specifically pointed out something I should pay attention to so I wouldn't take a wrong turn, but I forgot. Then I set off on my bike and entered a forest, through which I followed a very twisty road. In the forest, I saw a biker sitting who looked like X. I've always found him very arrogant. He greeted me once, but then chased me like a madman with a stick and caused me to stop by throwing the stick into my spoke. Then he said he needed my bike, which I vehemently denied, more like begging, since I didn't know how long I'd been on the road and would have had to walk. Suddenly, a second guy named Y, who I always found extremely strange, came along and said I should give the bike to X. X then pulled out a knife to threaten me and demanded a price for the bike. I said that my father had given me the bike, which was why I didn't want to sell it. X then asked me if he had really given me the bike. I recognized the bike for the first time and saw that it was a cheap bike from Real. They continued to pressure me, saying that they would buy it from me if I told them the real price and that I wouldn't get into trouble because of it. So I thought about it and considered what the bike might actually be worth at the moment. I thought that the fair value for this bike, given that story, would be 400 euros. Then I woke up.

My dream today was strange. At the beginning, I saw a blonde woman looking at me, then I somehow entered a lucid state where I was actively thinking, only for someone to translate my thoughts into this "light language" that YouTubers and TikTokers use. It was probably this blonde woman who translated my words into this greedy language, which sounded like baby language. Like a proto-language, in a way. And every word I thought was translated directly, so I practically always had this greedy language in the background of my thoughts.

(1/2)
So, the dream was about me being at discounter, back home in X, and being harassed all the time by this strange, very ugly X from my past. A guy from secondary school, who was much older and didn't always annoy other people. And then I somehow managed it, because I worked at discounter , I think, and he was always there, I managed to escape from him and then ran home through the village, jumping through the trees, a bit like in Naruto, through the trees, and I was moving very quickly over the rooftops. And by then it was already night, and then he, I must have gone over the roof of his house, where I then saw someone, I think it was this Girl (a blonde woman, anyway), from work, the new girl, who then gave me my umbrella, because then I had to jump back down from the roof to get further. And Leiferde was also somehow by the sea once, and they had a university by the sea, and I had to go there because Trump and others were giving lectures there, and they called me Dana. Yes, I was Dana, and they tried to ask me a question, so I would say something, that they wanted to do a test, and then they just asked me.

(2/2)
So, since I'm Dana, I had to volunteer. So, then I went in there, I kind of sneaked in, into this test room, and suddenly there was something like a sea designed in there, where all the people were working on a beach, trying to… okay, that was crazy, they carved probability trees into the sand, and basically, water was supposed to flow through there, and they tried to find a way out using these decision trees that were incorporated into the beach, and there were a lot of people working on this beach, especially younger people, all working, and then I just walked in there, was pushed in there, so to speak, by a guard, who then immediately started to fight with me, and I realized that I knew this guard before, from some other dream, and I realized that it must be a robot, and I quickly overpowered it, pushed it down into the water, and then unscrewed its head with a screwdriver, and then a lot of other people immediately saw, ah, it's one of us, he knows what that is, and then, or rather I was there, I was female, I know what that is, and they came up to me and said, ah, you know what we're doing here, and I was like, no, not really, and then I asked how they wanted to get out of here, out of this cage so to speak, that they had practically put us in, voluntarily, and then they said, we'll take the Neolithic route, the Ice Age route, to get out of here, and then the dream was over.

>>515333615 (OP)
Cool picture.
You're sure to enjoy these then:
https://rutracker.org/forum/viewtopic.php?t=3798299

>>515333615 (OP)
Germany lost the most in the second war.

>>515333615 (OP)
You will never be a woman

>>515333615 (OP)
Man stop posting this bullshit nobody gives a shit about your gay dreams

Chat gpt, what is this about, under 2000 characters, in olde English :
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From mine own past there riseth a memory most strange. In the days of secondary schooling there dwelt a fellow, elder than the rest, who vexed me not alway, yet oft his presence pressed sore upon my spirit. By fortune I wrought at a discounter’s shop, where he lingered oft; yet at length I escaped his shadow, fleeing through the village with a swiftness wondrous. I leapt from bough to bough as though I were a shinobi of far Eastern tale, and anon upon the rooftops I sped, night having already laid her dark mantle across the land.
Perchance I passed o’er his very house, whereon I beheld a maiden fair, golden of hair, new-come unto our labour. She did hand me mine umbrella, that I might descend and continue apace. Yet the village was become other, lying now by the sea, and there a university stood, wherein lectures were given by Trump and men of weight. Thither was I called, yet not by mine own name—they hailed me Dana.
As Dana I was pressed to speak, to prove myself in test. By stealth I entered a chamber fashioned like unto a shore, whereon many young folk toiled, carving strange trees of probability in the sand, whilst waters coursed about their labour. Thrust within by a guard—whom I knew from some other dream—I contended with him, and found him but a machine. Him I cast down, unscrewing his head with mine own hand. Then the people hailed me as kin, saying I knew their craft. Yet I asked how we might flee that cage, and they answered: “By the Neolithic way, the path of the Ice Age.” And straightway the vision ended.
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Sum this up further into a 50 character summation of mythic psychological tint'
“Dreamer Dana’s flight through shadow, sea, and fate”

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Fare thee well.

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