Camp Apocalypse

On 4/23/06, I dreamt I was with a number of people out in the wilderness. It was a ruined resort that had been abandoned by its staff. We were using it as a camp. Things were strange and perilous. The world had taken some kind of turn. The sunlight was harsh and orangey. The wilderness was wild and tangled. It was hot. The stars in the night sky were different. Maybe there were just more of them visible, but in the dream, I pointed out to the others some key difference in Orion, I believe, though I don’t know enough about the constellations in real life to convey that difference now.

We were traveling on foot back to the camp/resort. It was dangerous to travel through what we were calling “the open country” like this. People were getting “picked off.” I don’t know how or by whom. And I don’t know why we were traveling despite the danger. But I was a leader of some sort. I was climbing deftly through the wilderness and ruins, pointing out the way for others. When I realized I was doing this, my mind revolted – I can’t do this, I thought. But I was quickly surprised with my adroitness in picking a safe way through the peril. I had never ever in my life moved with such agility, confidence and precision.

Back at the camp, I greeted people and was received warmly. I was surprised by the reception then realized that my vibrations were high and because of this, I was bringing positive energy to the camp. I knew that this was the key for us all – to vibrate at a high level. I wondered how to convince a group of holed up materialists in dire straights that we all need to raise our vibrations.

Before or after this, while we were traveling again, something crashed out of the sky, landing in the brush nearby. And then another thirty or so feet away from the first. Both turned out to be dead deer. I explored the brush near the area and found a dead bird and a dead cat as well. All had fallen out of the sky. People wondered if this was a sign that “the end times” were indeed upon us. “This way,” I said, pointing out a path.

Again we were traveling on foot with packs on our backs. We crossed a lake via narrow planks. Somewhere along here it was night and I pointed out the difference in Orion.

On the other side, a few of us had made it inside another ruined resort – just a few – while most were still traveling or back at the other camp. Someone suggested that we take the $200,000 the previous owners of the camp/resort had left behind and divide it among us, ditching all the others who weren’t there yet. I surprised myself again by making a powerful speech in protest.

Money is irrelevant now, I said. Our survival depends on our cooperation. We are on the edge of a knife. These are potentially our final days. Do you want your last act in life to be one of selfishness and greed, or do you want to stand for cooperation and possibly survive?

My speech convinced people to ignore the $200,000 and rejoin the others. I had never before spoken with such power.

Despite the dire circumstances of the dream world, the dream was a positive experience for me. It felt good to have my expression flowing so clearly and well, and to be able to contribute accordingly.