Level Up! : The Experience of Channeling Contact

I did it! I had my first waking channeling. I've been trying to research the process and how it feels, all the little details people who don't know how to want to know and met resistance from one source I tried to draw it from, and haven't been hearing back from the other (both are human channels who do it for a living). Weeks and weeks I've been waiting and wondering if I could do it and what the presences I keep calling are trying to say but I can't seem to establish the link.

Call and Response

Summary: Dream answers two clearly stated questions and adds the next step of training on a deeper one I always ask; Medical dreaming works only with request from person in question; wrestling with my polyamorous nature; being misunderstood while fighting for greater mission; bringing two sides together in harmony rather than ignoring one and leaving their sounds to overlap in cacophony (polyamory); rainbow pixels implant in crowd to generate holographic interfacing capability; crowd is granted the fan desired version of Lost' series finale (mysteries revealed and connections linked up).

Blood Survival

Summary: Dream as vampire in underground basement of building sworn not to feed on humans; zombie outbreak in floors above, depleting food supply; desperation of hunger and fear of zombies; escape out of invested building to walk empty streets of town by the ocean; kids appear playing and I am relieved to find I am a survivor in a relative paradise; red mark phenomenon connection.

Quicknotes

Previous dreams last month quicknotes for future reference. These all occurred in April 2013, but not necessarily in the order in which they are listed here.

Dream 1) My oldest sister Angela depicted as an innocent, young, naive girl. Once wanting to sing with me familiar songs from our childhood in front of my scrutinizing college voice professors for an hour. I denied her saying they don't want to hear us sing that long, especially when we haven't rehearsed and hers and my voice are very different in quality and training (sounds full of myself, but honest). She felt hurt like a child who didn't understand why her older sister (role reversal) wouldn't sing with her.

Resurrection and the Wooden World

My apologies for when my posts seem to be bouncing topic to topic. These posts serve as documentation of the many leads I investigate. I will do better to identify which investigation each change in topic is referring to.

I believe I understand the primary ET relationships now. The Arcturians are the omnipresence in our galaxy serving as protectors. They are amphibious in origin and appearance (see my original description of the alien behind the panel in Abduction post). The Draconian Dragons, known to be the main evil race trying to enslave humanity, are of a different origin, whereas I thought the two major sides stemmed from the same origin or species as suggested in the biblical texts about the fallen angels that followed Lucifer. Now I recognize these two are mutually exclusive oppositions. The Arcturians, as revealed to me by Elizabeth Trutwin in email correspondence (see her site here) are scientists, and the most advanced ones of our galaxy. My experience supports that role. They are helping to handle the human experience; they monitor and guide the development of our souls in these physical bodies by what I can only describe as 'programming.' I believe my dreams are training and re-education programs specified for me, often times just meant to help me progress and reorient toward ascended existence for good and light.

One of these recurring re-education programs is understanding and being prepared for when the second resurrection occurs after the return of our higher dimensional friends. I've been speaking to my Mormon mentor to help me understand the often confusing and persistent themes of my dreams. This last meeting was spent on what Christians call "the second coming of Jesus Christ" when there will be a resurrection of all who have been on the Earth beginning with the righteous in a few stages. The last resurrection will be of the 'wicked' souls that will be cast out with the evil followers of Lucifer. I have seen zombie-like bodies taken over by a singly focused evil consciousness. It is no coincidence that our modern culture is obsessed with the zombie apocalypse idea. I believe it has been a deliberate inspired influence into our minds to be thinking of this idea and drawn to it. I was never particularly interested in the pop culture obsession with the zombie idea, but they are front and center in my dreams over the span of as long as I have been recording. A new one comes intermittently every few dreams. I have seen every type of zombie creature conjured up by human inspiration and even a couple that do not yet have their own show. Zombies that only awaken into their Earthly stolen body at night. Everyone must get indoors before nightfall, but I sharpen my weapons and ready to fight. I am always fighting them. I behead them or stab through the chest.

Not all the zombie types were evil either. One biker I saw while I was escaping the approaching darkness and they were heading into it, I asked what they are. We are transported to his house where I am knocking at his door asking my question to him (instantaneous travel with mere thought). He was receptive. He said when his soul left his body the body began to decay and when he returned to the body it hadn't realized he was back and continued to decay. When the dead are restored in the Resurrection, the Mormon religion teaches they will return to their bodies but they will be renewed. Why his was not I don't know. However, it did exemplify the idea of soul leaving and returning to old decayed body. He was a simple being, rather friendly. Why was he heading into the darkness as though it didn't affect him but it would have devoured me and others still living as original body-spirit partners?

In a few separate dreams when the zombies touch you and overpower your will to resist, they steal your body for their army. The same evil controlling force using the other zombies as chess pawns on the physical plane gain control of the person who succumbed. Every loss is their gain. When we kill zombies we are mercifully releasing the souls of our comrades who were suppressed when their bodies were taken over. We killed out of love, preventing the bodies to be used for evil on the Earth.

Another series of dreams that also happen every handful or so is living like refugees or traveling with my family stopping at campgrounds, sleeping where ever and whenever we need to stop or in temporary camps with other refugees. Along with this sometimes is another series of physical training through a wooden structure measuring obstacles of jumps and heights and falling or leaning foundation beneath me. So many wooden obstacle structures. Do they represent the physical world? The world of such base fallible material is failing. This last dream's structure was the most difficult. It was about to topple over and it felt more like a boat than secured in the ground. It was falling apart as I climbed through it. I had to avoid collapsing platforms. I used to have dreams of being a warehouse hopping between sinking platforms into the water filling the space. It was an obstacle course we took with teammates. Water... always water. Water everywhere! Flooding and torrential rains. We're always trying to escape the rising waters. Even the dream two nights ago I was visiting family friends and the house's beams were breaking. I worried the top floor wouldn't be supported enough anymore and would collapse in. Come to think of it a lot of my early survival dreams depicted run down wooden houses. A previously recorded dream after a disaster people search washed up rubble along the shoreline for pieces of their old lives. I look for gold treasure rather than old possessions, and see a creature in a mangrove swamp. And in two dreams I was in a barn and a wood structure with teammates gathering weapons. In one we were in pairs (like I have seen before in these wood house obstacle dreams) and we are taking our time going through each room while the other teams rush ahead. Its a race, but we feel we are better preparing ourselves by managing the obstacles we get early on in the race and finding quality weapons. Those who rushed ahead to win will get stuck midway and will have to back track. I get it now! Yes the wooden obstacles and mazes are the physical world. There was even one where adults (I am often a child compared to them but still an adult) were clapping and watching on the edges of the play structure while I overpowered my competition in a test of skill and imaginative power. They are our higher dimensional watchers, like the Arcturians. This physical world is a play structure to learn and build our strengths in. Oh so many of these dreams make sense now! It must be so annoying for my programmers to be coming up with so many different ways to show the same base message, trying to use the same symbols in the hope I will put it all together eventually. I think I get it now. Thank you. In one dream I was griefstricken when my playstructure/hometown/physical world was destroyed because I lost my family and friends except my little sister (whom is not any of the little sisters I actually have, and this person is also recurring in my dreams). I ran away from the two adults (higher dimensional caregivers) who were trying to console me and protect us by removing us from the area.

Okay. So the physical world in which we are navigating through is failing. Do we get out of the structure alive before it collapses? I don't know that I made it out of the structure, the dream ended before that part. I see my family as refugees, but they got destroyed in the above dream. I've asked this before, but what happens to my family when the veil falls?

Zombies and Souls

The night of Feb. 17th/18th I experienced another zombie dream, which I haven't had for some weeks. But for now I wish to discuss my findings from library research and to record my thoughts on connections I'm exploring before I carry on to other non-related research for my book.

In Haitian culture, at least up to the 1980's, zombis were thick in local lore. My research is from a book "The Serpent and the Rainbow" by Wade Davis. Through magic, a targeted person's soul would be pulled from its body to hover (still tethered) around the body until which time it could be captured, or returned to the body. In many early cases, victims were pronounced dead and buried alive or kidnapped by mysterious secret groups in the night and the victim would later be found wandering aimlessly days later (reminisces of a classic alien abduction). The catatonic state Davis reported was biochemically produced by a tetrodotoxin which simulates the appearance of death. People were terrified not about being harmed by a zombi, but about becoming one and being buried alive. The zombi, then, by vodoun practice is a body without an intact soul. In common ritual of vodoun practitioners, spirits are welcomed in to temporarily occupy the body of the participant who is inducing a trance state through exhaustive dance with the help of drumming and singing by others. But that is voluntary. Being forcibly pushed out of one's body by a curse (contact with poison powder) eliminates the element of control the person has over what happens to their soul or body. An empty body may be, in rare cases, occupied by a wandering or summoned (not sure which) malevolent spirit who could wreak havoc with a vessel.

This is what I see. I do not see decaying flesh zombies rising from true death, they are vicious, evil spirits incarnate . People who were lost in the dream were not torn apart for a hunger to eat the flesh, but to occupy it. I got the sense they were turned, and it was important they didn't touch you. 

Would we not always be vulnerable to these spirits when we sleep? Are we fighting off these spirits as souls while our body rests in the dream state? We fight for to protect our rightful claim to our bodies from these invading spirits? Do they ever win in taking over our bodies while we are asleep? What do they want to do in the physical realm with our bodies? Why are comatose patients with nothing wrong with their bodies (which would make the body unfit to carry a soul) not constantly taken over by these spirits? Are they only trying to occupy certain people? People of power and ability, bodies with advantageous skills. The truth then, comparing notes from my abduction and zombie dreams, is that our souls can be summoned, stolen, manipulated in the dream realm, and can be forcibly evacuated from the body if it suits someone's interests.

The two stories of the people who were cursed by the poison and abducted, whom Davis spoke about in his book, were outcasts and bothersome to others. It was suggested they were being judged before secret councils as the reason for their kidnappings. These societies, one of which is known as the Grey Pigs (for some reason this feels significant to me...) are known to eat flesh, conduct night time rituals to the spirits, their symbol is a coffin, they wear black and red uniforms, are extremely secretive and will punish members who break their code of conduct.

Are these cults run or inspired by the same beings that harvest blood in cattle mutilations? Are they related to the zombi idea? There is certainly an alien race that feeds off of (or absorbs rather) blood. Do they also eat flesh? What would be the purpose nutritionally or symbolically for a species to eat flesh? These are different, they have physical bodies, why would they need to steal a human one to occupy?

Mythology as History of Different ET Species
Symbology of Ancient Maya depicts warrior groups of the Jaguar (or Tigers as is the Mayan word tigre, but the image depicts a Jaguar) and Eagles, who served the Sun God and represent night and day respectively. (An Illustrated Dictionary of the Gods and Symbols of Ancient Mexico and the Maya, by Mary Miller and Karl Taube, pg 183). The Eagle along with the Serpent of course being commonly expressed in mythologies around the world throughout all of history. There is also the Insect and Ant people of Native American lore. Certain alien races seeded different regions of the world, perhaps creating the different races of humans. The different mythologies, say the polytheistic ones, may have been accurate in that that regions gods were the guiding extraterrestrial/extra-dimensional group of beings assigned to them at that time. Many of these groups may have been allied with the same higher organization carrying out their individual missions with the people of Earth. If many of them had animal features, it would stand to reason that many species have been influencing our planet's people. Mythologies tell stories of struggles between the gods for power, engaging in matters much like our own disputes. The difference with the gods though, is they command great powers and mystical objects, and a deep understanding about harnessing natural forces of the universe.

What better way to establish peaceful relations with a new people than by the old custom of combining genetics both as a symbol of unity and literally as a unification. Warring nations would marry their prince and princess to unite their kingdoms. Our alien ancestors however, may have beaten us to the punch by combining their DNA with the primitive species of man already developing on Earth. That way we never had a chance to war over differences because we are by genetics related. Each mythology's and religion's origin story can be true in this sense. And before man, various cultures of different ET species lived for a time on our planet. But was there constant manipulation of different species or one cooperation of species or only one species that created homo sapiens? Many mythologies talk about the raising of the lands up from the water, that this planet was a giant ocean. This rearranging took place by giant creatures, like Tiamat the serpent water goddess for instance who separated the earth and sky.

Were some malevolent spirit beings denied the claim to a body in the physical creation? They are the ones selfishly clawing for a hold in the physical realm, and some have always managed to find a way in. Were the Dragons who programmed emotion and love out of their DNA (according to adepts from the Galactic Federation) manipulated by these vicious spirits and given a way in by occupying these reptilian bodies? Still missing something... These spirits could very well be the followers of Satan identified in the Bible, not the Dragons as I have thought them to be (or perhaps they are one in the same) . So how did the Dragons come to the decision to remove emotion, who are the blood-absorbing race, and are the malevolent spirits ever succeeding in taking over bodies or do they already have command of zombi slaves (soulless bodies controlled remotely from the spirit realm)?

Misc notes:  Quetzacoatl is one example of a feathered serpent, suggesting a time when the serpent and eagle races were one and not divided. The name actually translates to emerald plumed serpent and was first depicted with a rattle snake. Not a being.. a personified way of explaining symbolically complex forces?

Night of Jan 5/6th 2013

First sequence of scenes were answering my wondering how general population will be clued into something changing. In the dream, I am working at my old job at the university library in the stacks. I come into the office because I forgot to call in the start of my shift (its an automated phone system for tracking work time), but the line wasn't working. All over the library the phones were functioning improperly.

Next scene I remember, my younger sister and I are running away from a golem-like creature that suddenly came alive... it was a car that came alive and was climbing up concrete stairs after us [the bizarre dream that I had where I was with a group of people trying to deactivate or prevent a war between giant animated machines. Our cars and electronics will be possessed/animated/imbued with life somehow? Sounds like a more horrifying Transformers movie. Who would do this and is capable of doing this? Again, why would there be celebrating people like there was in my previous dream on the day of the rain? Or are these two events separate?]. We were climbing to what seemed like an ancient stone building. The entrance door was dropping down like a blast door. Would we make it?! I reached it first, slid in hoping if I was fast enough there would still be room for my sister to as well. Just as I slid I knew it wouldn't be enough room and coincidentally was able to stop underneath it with a foot as a prop until she could get in. The golem was right behind her, would she make it without letting him in as well? Was it best to ensure my own safety? NO. I would wait and trust I could immediately remove my foot and the door would close in time. My sister slid in, I removed my foot, it barely closed. We watched the crease in the bottom of the door for a few moments to ensure it could not lift it up. Door was secure, we proceeded to explore the pyramid like corridors and rooms.

Update about the Fleur de lis: common symbol on city emblems, coat of arms, flags, and coins in France. The three petals were meant to represent the three social classes or roles, which were fighter, worker, and pray-er (courtesy Wikipedia). I felt I maybe fell into the role of pray-er more, that my service was in utilizing my dream connection, logic and intuitive balance to navigate people. Worker as secondary service, and fighter last. My dream disagreed with this evaluation of what services I had to offer.

Dream: In a wide room with a small group of others. Giant leeches are sliding slowly along the floors and walls from a doorway. Dark bluish black dire wolf-like creatures are approaching. We are trapped in this room. I am casting magical attacks at the leeches with fluid arm gestures and chanting jibberish. Nothing is happening though. My vision is clouded. I can't see the effects (if any) of my magic on eliminating the leeches. I blindly believe I have magic and that it is working. A woman of similar age near me, watching me, is doubtful of my magic. I keep casting though with an air of relaxed trust. I turned to her and said "Just pretend. Pretend it works." As if that was the key to making it actually happen: imagination and belief. Regardless of my uncertainty of what was actually happening, she still decided my play sounded fun and so joined in, calling back to the rest of the group that was also in doubt but was not stepping up to do anything to combat the attack "Whatever, its something. Looks fun at least."

I tried to focus in more after they called to me that it wasn't actually doing anything. There was no light, no physical show of affect from me. The leech I thought I attacked remained untouched. Shit. The dark animal creatures burst into the room and immediately clamped onto me with its sharp teeth and strong jaw. I'm surprised I feel no pain. I was the likely one to be attacked first. Unrelenting, I tried to pry its mouth open far enough to pull myself out of it. The rest of the group had found a side door to a hallway to exit. I followed after them. Always trouble with doors through this dream: keeping them closed, getting them open, getting everyone through them in time.

I switch to close combat with a sword. Using a sword felt unfamiliar, like I never thought it would ever be a choice weapon of mine. Necessity forced my use of it. I had to defend the group. My dog and even my child were among us. I lost track of my dog. I lost him between all the transfers between doorways we had to hurriedly get everyone through. I called for him, but he wouldn't come and we had to close the door. I kept losing people, no matter how much I tried to navigate everyone to safety. Another group of humans was after us. They seemed like us... whoa deja vu. They seemed like us in that they were caught up in some kind of apocalyptic situation, but they were determined to kill us. Who were they? Why were they after us? I had to fight them and kill some of them to protect my group. I am not one to kill someone, why would you show me this spirit guides? I would only inflict deadly harm if they threatened my family... which they were doing. But why? They had captured me at one point. Don't recall the details except that I wounded many of them escaping. I played coy and ignorant with them until I had my chance.

In a hall with my group catching our breath, we hear a quiet singing in Arabic or Hindu (sorry I don't know which). Its coming from behind a sealed door with bars over a small window. We go inside. I can see above to see the full layout of the room. It is a prison for one being separated into three parts. What I mean is that there are three forms of him chained separately. One is human-like, another has a pale blue complexion and rougher skin with raised ridges along the head and arms and shoulders. This blue one looked meaner in appearance and more openly aggressive. The human, as I would discover, was more cunning. Not sure what the third one was. In dress and figure and features they were replicates of one another with some special variants. Three species of the same entity? They stood at the center of four layers of walls on all sides, and some kind of mystical field over the top. My group looked around, piecing together the reason for such a prison. One member said "Should we let him out." "No, don't" another stated cautiously. We debated curiously why he was there and what to do. Without deliberate action, we accidentally set him free. I have the sense that he spoke to me in particular, speaking kindly and calmly, luring me to the release and tricking me into hitting it without knowing what or where it was. The three parts of him merged together into one and he lifted his arms up as if satisfied with the taste of freedom. "Get out of here." I called to the others. "Run!" I yelled. He had held me there a moment, thanking me for letting him free and saying how unfair his imprisonment was. "What did you do? Why were you put in here?" He said some obvious excuse. There was a malevolence in him, but once combined, he took on a different feeling. He was ... human. I almost empathized with him. Now complete, I wondered if the parts would keep him in balance, check his dark sides. This thought is of course based on the analysis of how his personality evened out being put back together. I worried throughout his tagging along with the group if he was a demon.

We have to run and hide more, I navigate people through a hidden door to a small apartment. It's my partner's apartment. Why don't we live together? This is the the fourth of fifth time implied my partner and I are living separately in this alternate dimension. I am raiding his fridge and cupboards for snacks.

There was some part very early in this dream where I stumble upon these beautiful mushrooms of this glowing red tint. I call it a shaggy mane (native to Northwest), but later it is also referred to as a bolete (also native, and not similar looking). I cut a near perfect specimen, save the odd color, of a cluster of them to show whomever I was with, parental figures I think. I was so excited to find food and such a quality, plump source. I was beginning to cut them to throw in a pot of water when my fatherly figure grabs it and says "What are you doing? That is not a shaggy mane. Look!" He points to one I had cut in half already. There were small worms seeping out of it. They were (somehow) causing it to glow uncharacteristically. They weren't glow worms, the mushroom was just glowing to point out to me there was something strange about them as a red flag. This only became relevant in the above scene.

Back at the apt. I am laying across the counter to reach stuff on the top of the fridge. Score, I find a couple doughy bites with sugar and scarf those down. Image of my partner appears in my thoughts hassling me for eating his food when he chose things I don't usually want. Got to eat, babe. Another member is playing with something in the sink, and there is a lovely green plant on the other counter by that sink closer to me. My teammates are questioning our new guest: the freed prisoner, wondering, as I was if he was a demon. I kept this in the back of mind, but accepted for our current situations that he was at least a useful fighter as he had helped us fight through the beasts and pursuant human group. He was doing his part when it was time for action.

He responds to their questioning with one comment "I am most interested in her." He turns to me and climbs toward me with a determined look on his face of desire; head low, eyes locked on me. I am caught off guard, surprised that he would show such aggressive intentions toward me in front of them and after his combat behavior had already suggested he wanted to contribute to the group. Now in a cool down he jumps at the opportunity to express the darker side that still flows freely through him. He is touching my stomach and waist. Waiting, I suppose, to make a more threatening move toward harm, I realize the intent was seductive, as I am beginning to desire his further touch. I have to pry myself from his hold. After much mental effort and pull away by literally falling off the counter (on my feet) and stumbling to the sink where a group member holds a bag hanging from a netlike handle filled with algae water and what might be little fungus or something the person living here was growing (contradictory to the overall cleanliness and vibrant feel of the apt.). Something had spilled or been thrown at the demon-guy that burned him. The algae water and the mushrooms growing in a sill pot on the side of the sink were his weakness. I took the net and chucked the water at him, not to kill him, but I guess as a warning.

Transitions are unclear. We were having to run from the human group again. Switching between floors to find some safety. All throughout this dream I had been trying to hold open doors until the last possible moment for that last person still catching to us. At the elevator this time, we were too late. The person was caught by the monsters. We had to close the elevator. I had lost someone. At another time we piled hurriedly into a car at the base of this building outside. I only strapped my son in halfway so someone else could jump in quicker and we could get moving. The pursuing group nearly side swiped us from the other direction.

We return to the building. We have secured one area, and we hear word they are coming to this exact spot, but they don't know we are there. We abandon that large room to hide around the corner. I run into a glass room telling my son to hurry up and come inside. He is standing there peaking around the glass door, then without an explanation, turns around toward the other party. "No, no come back here!" My panic is exploding as my loud whispering for him to come back maxes and becomes normal decibel sound I was supposed to keep down or else risk exposing the rest of the group. He walks right past the two guards we had stationed (a woman and our demon-guy) in slow motion . I'm thinking as he walks past our two lookouts "Why aren't they trying to stop him?!" I can't yell the order without giving us all up. He gave himself over, walking right up to their circle and looking up at them. I halt as they look down and notice him. Tears fall from my eyes and I am overcome with loss and failure. What was he doing? Did he just act out of sweetness to say hello to people, running away from me thinking it was a game? Did he somehow know what needed to be done to end the conflict? They still hadn't seen me (their backs were turned away from us). I heard their decision to use him as motivation for us to surrender instead of killing him. He had a chance, there was no point in me sacrificing myself by going after him like this. I turned and ran back to the group. End.

Earlier part where my group and myself are running through dark woods. We are encountered by large wolves (white this time I believe). They are threatening, snarling, surrounding us. Feeling the only way to help us is to flee for help, one of us leaps over some fence or barrier out onto the highway that lies nearby. Semi's and logging trucks travel it frequently. They hitch a ride. What was the purpose of this scene? Supplement about the beasts that were after us? Message being we could not escape, one desparate, solitary remaining person free enough from danger to escape should? I used to wonder why I never dreamt about mammals except domestic dogs and cats.

Analysis: So much of this is so fantastical I have difficulty believing this is all meant to be literal depictions of upcoming events and creatures that exist. Using my questions still as a template for understanding the often confusing and bizarre dreams I have, I acknowledge the reality being portrayed that I will lose people. But my role as leader... Many dreams of leading people to safety, being navigator and feeling their was someone else as leader but not being able to pinpoint who that was. How am I supposed to be a leader? How am I supposed to deal with the feeling of failure when people in my group are lost if I am the leader? The responsibility will eat me up with guilt. I am not meant to be a background pray-er, navigating our decisions in planning while someone else carries out the difficult actions of being a fighter. The only evidence of my magic working was that I wasn't trying to see the effect of the magic, I just believed it was working blindly and despite the attacking leeches, they remained at bay. Only when I tried to see it by focusing through the cloudiness did it fail and the leeches and beasts reach us. But not even an after effect? I couldn't even see residual energy suggesting real magic was emanating from me.

Who was the imprisoned demon-fighter bent on seducing me? It is ideas like that which seep doubt into my faith and into my confidence in myself and my dreams. Did I let him out by giving into him somehow? Why is my partner and I repeatedly shown to live in separate spaces, even if we aren't necessarily separated by relationship? Does he represent something in me or a being in the world at large?

Who were the humans? Why were they hunting us? Was this a transition from the soulless zombies, then to the influenced people that were out to kill me when I was trying to explain that they were being manipulated and only a little girl would hear my message when I veiled myself (the sight of my face became the trigger to turn people onto the plot to kill me that some unknown force was behind ) [other dreams as well, I honestly don't know how I am going to update all my other dreams in any recognizable way for potential readers. One thing at a time I guess.].

How am I supposed to believe the animated possession of our machines? Is this literal or metaphorical? For sake of clarity, let's answer one thing at a time, if possible. Let's start with this one since I have had another dream about angry, possessed animal machines that I thought was on another planet altogether, and because it was closest in answering the question from the previous night's dream. Average people will be clued into the changes by their electronics acting up? What does this have to do with the rainstorm? An electrical storm? How is this cause for them to celebrate??

Update:  Imprisoned demons is a common theme in many religions and mythologies. I am not sure I will be able to figure out which one it was and whether I released him or he was accidentally released or will be released and it hasn't happened yet. Which demons are imprisoned in towers or tall buildings? The game Baldur's Gate (as my partner clued me in on; he is so helpful in guiding my understanding of cultural references and symbols with his vast useless trivia knowledge) was about a tower ruled by angels and divine priests who were actually there to hold the demon in the basement. Another lesser demon was also imprisoned in the tower somewhere, but he was captured later after the tower was already erected for the larger demon. Was the demon fighter, because he was on some random floor in a side room, also a lesser demon? Was the human party trying to keep us out, acting like sentinels? I don't even know how we got in though, and we certainly didn't have the intention to let the demon out. He was tricksy.