"Look Here!" A new Post!

Hello. I know it's been a while since I had posted anything, and I feel bad about it.

I've been through a lot in the past few months. I've had a few surgurys, and almost met my maker after a botched attempt at draining some fluid around my lungs.

Thankfully, I'm obviously still here. I must say, I had a lot of dreams while I was "out" of commission.

In my dreams, the devil played a trick on me and I ended up in the ground with a fire burning over me. In another part of my dreaming state, I was on a swing of sorts that was lifting me up towards the promised land and on the down swing, down toward hell.

Additionally, parts of my dreaming consisted of our Earth being overcome with pollution. Garbage and air pollution. You couldn't see the blue sky anymore, and garbage was piled up into outerspace. I was in space, on the moon and the trash was touching the moon.

In my dream-state, there was a nuke explosion on out West somewhere. I think L.A.. People began taking cover beneath the streets in large storm dreains.

Areas of the wilderness were fenced off, and hunting (as we know it)_became illegal. Only people comissioned by the government were allowed to hunt, and food was in such shortage that I, in my dream, was afraid that I was going to be vacume packed for later consumption. I was taken (against my will) to an underground bunker in the back of a 2 1/2 ton truck.

In another part of my dream-state, A plane had crashed (I think) near Jackson, Ms.

In another Part of my dream, an Owens Corning insulation factory had burned and a dead woman and her dead child were placed into the smouldering fiberglass insulation.

Additionally, in my dream a whole lot of foreiners were killed in a building Reasons unknown. Maybe gas, I don't know. The people were in town looking at properties to buy and move there families into. In my dream, no one would go in the building to remobe the dead. I remember thinking about the dead baby bodies rotting inside.

I dreamed of a race of small people who live beneath us, and above us. One of them lived below me when I was a baby. In my dream, I recalled the sounds I heard
back then. One sound in particular was what sounded like a wooden stool being scooted across the floor, and being proped up against a desk.

The people above us come from outer space. They don't have to speak to communicate. The memory of these people are way too complicated to put here. Suffice it to say, they spoke very distinctly and were very intelligent.

More dream parts I was on a ship, up in the workings of the sail masts with a race of beings that "lived up there". They were very, very self sufficient. I wanted to be one of them.

Let me tell you, the more I tell of these dreams, it seems the more I remember.


I'm going to stop here and just say, I didnt' spell check, so give me a break. I didn't even care alot about grammer or syntax.

Reader, take care, and maybe more things will appear here soon.

Daniel Taverne
KE5UTN ARRL Official Amateur Radio Relay Station