Weapons of Mass Distraction

The following is an excerpt from my recent twitter mania in regards the dreams I had during an afternoon nap before finding out about OBL's death. I must state that this first dream was probably the most potent dream I've had in I don't know how long.

Viewer discretion will probably advise me to get help.

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Napped about dying today. First I was indoors. Second I was with a group. Third an explosive feeling of euphoria. Then...

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Fourth, the core of my physical body was dead. Fifth, my head was alive and was screaming I'm dying repeatedly. Sixth, I woke up.

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The actual transfer to death in my dream was not of fear and rotting. It was holographic. My body felt like a screen. Like a manifestation-

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of inner code. It was truly the most I have ever felt from dream. I WAS DYING.

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The other side I now believe is very VERY much alive and hyper with pure euphoria. Electrical creatures coming into tune.

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I believe for now that death starts out much like a static television. Then if we are not fearful we can 'tune' the channel.

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If we are full of fear in death then we swim in a river of exposed self.No home to got to.No concept of time.No idea that we are the signal.

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In death you must be ready to tune yourself to the station you call home. Don't be afraid.

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@kozmikon I was lucidly yelling that I was dying. When I woke up I felt like I was actually yelling I was dying.

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@kozmikon As you type this I paste the link on FB.

@BreakingNews Breaking News
MORE: US Special Forces led operation that killed bin Laden, source says - Reuters

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Call me crazy. But I believe I may have remote viewed Osama Bin Laden's death.

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I wonder if he was killed in a bright room with fluorescent bulbs overhead. Chest injury. Lots of blood.
After I woke up from my nap I felt compelled to tell my partner the full details of the first dream, but the second one was a bit blurry.

The first dream where "I" was dying had my body feeling like a red version of the silver matrix goo that covers Neo on his first entry to the real world. I looked down at my body which was reclined like I was on a bed. My torso was covered in a blood colored mercury goop. I got to see the reality of the blood and guts. I could see the workings of the cosmos in dynamic motion. Like a cracked computer system exposing its broken inner workings. The first thing I think about in regards to analyzing what this all means was my comment saying I thought I may have remote viewed this death. The next thought is my dream represented the IDEA of Osama being deleted.

~More detail on 'my' death...~

I was in a room that was small facing a white wall. Painted drywall. I remember the light being slightly offset cause the walls were more like an eggshell color. Now I'm sure that a few people thought he might be found in a cave. I mean look at the depiction and parodies of him over the years. So after waking up I decided I should get right back into the dreamworld and see if I can get back. The next dream featured confrontations with Jocks. I remember fighting two of them separately and the one had a military type flattop. I remember stepping up on sketchy scaffolding which I though was bamboo. The details of that dream got fuzzy and I lost it and the remaining dream thereafter, which went on with details I wish I could recall. I suppose I forgot due to the shock of the first dream. The intensity was so overwhelming I'm surprised I could get back to sleep.

Which reminds me of a dream I had back in the year 2003 I believe. A dream I woke up from, crying. Which is rare, trust me. I wrote about it and posted it on my art blog back in 2009 HERE.

To start I was outside just after sunset. The terrain surrounding me was that of a small town. Bare ground beneath my feet and no cement. There were people...adults herding into these doors. Like the doors of a theater. But no above ground building structures. It was like an underground bunker entrance. I went in the doors and noticed that people were wearing robes. Like monks would wear. And...just like a theater I walked in one of the many entry ways from the lobby to the main theater. When inside I noticed it was designed more like a religious temple cathedral(Catholic). I found my seat and noticed the very intricate wood carving designs on all of the surfaces. The seating was split into three sections of about a thousand seats(1000/3=333.333). It was drastically steep seating. Meaning it was a slightly exaggerated downhill sloping arena when compared to a modern theater. A man came on stage and began to speak.He used a slide show presentation and began to talk about George W Bush and Osama Bin Laden. I couldn't hear what he said for the most part but I remember the imagery. The frames progressed from Bush to Bin laden to ...the alien frames. Images of the creatures had me in panic mode. I got up and left the facility. I ended up at the entrance of a really nice house. I don't remember the outside appearance but I do remember entering the house. Inside the house the first thing I notice is a old fashioned spiraling staircase. That seems to be the only focus I remember. So I climb the stairs to the second floor. While climbing I notice again that the architecture is a really old wooden intricate design. I approach the landing of the second floor which is an open concept setup. Meaning no walls. Its an office. With a desk. On this desk is a computer monitor and random paperwork and magazines. At this point I feel I am trespassing in this house. But I decide to snoop some more. I pick up one of the magazines and notice a alien on the cover. I flip open the pages and realize its an alien porno mag! My hairs stand up and I begin to look on the computer for more. I see the full integration of the alien in our world. On the internet I find movies of these creatures.
They are flesh colored and hairless. They have long limbs. The shoulder to the elbow and elbow to the wrist are the same length. From the pelvis to the knee and knee to the ankle the same. They have big peering eyes and Something tells me that they are far more emotionally intense than us. This is when I wake up....balling like a little child. My partner wakes up and holds me. She tells me its okay and she attempts to rock me. At that point the phrase "weapons of mass destruction" repeats in my head. I ask god why he showed me that. I ask why did he scare me so badly.

Time is speeding up and events are getting close and closer...I think.