I awoke at 9 AM on the 3rd of October, 2012 to a single note being played on a Native American flute. The difference between that and a normal flute is the Native American one's notes are flats. At first I thought something was wrong with the air conditioner but the note was clearly coming from the north. Then I heard a cat scream like it was dying and tried my best to get out into the rest of the house to see what was going on. I was really groggy and stiff.
I saw nothing amiss and managed to stumble back to bed. I had only slept a few hours and almost immediately again the cat screamed. This time I was more limber and awake and checked the entire house only to find nothing but sleeping cats. George reported later he, too, had heard the scream but not the flute.
I lie there for a few minutes and would hear the single note on and off from a great distance and fell right off to sleep.
In my dream, I was talking to what appeared a spirit guide with a large deformed head. There were two others of them and they were picking up two people, a man and a woman in a helicopter from the roof of what they identified as the Bank of America building. I believe a third being was transporting me as the other four seemed unaware I was there. When we arrived at the roof, I noticed there was no helicopter and that the two guides had turned into dragons. They resembled the Chinese dragons, wingless and about 15 long total, the bodies about 8 or 9 feet. They easily levitated and we were taken to the top of a mountain/dead volcano in the Caribbean.
The Dragons put each person down. The yellow/orange dragon was in charge of the woman and the woman turned into a smaller dragon. She immediately bowed her head. My dragon/guide asked what I thought of them and I said I didn't approve of having to bow to anyone. He quickly explained that she wasn't bowing. The energy or power of the older larger dragon was such that she could not look directly at it.
The brown dragon kept the man in human form and told him to go down through the opening at the top of the mountain and turn the machine off. The man looked down and asked how he was supposed to get all the way down there. The dragon gave him a shove off the edge and he floated down. The man then asked which machine and the dragon said to just turn all the knobs. There were multiple racks containing what looked almost like black mason jars that were the machine. Keep in mind my mind was trying to interpret something so foreign to it that it was turning it into these racks of mason jars. The man once said, "but which one?" The brown dragon levitated him out of the cavern and said "what do you mean?" The man said, "There must be a dozen of those things down there. Which one?"
That had all the dragons looking at each other and mine said, "This is not good." The brown and yellow/orange one pushed a huge flat rock over the hole sealing it and everyone started to leave. The woman was complaining she wanted to stay as a dragon as the man she was with had kept the books well protected but he was unable to open any of them. The man wanted to return as a human. The dragon with me suddenly said, "Romney is just evil."
I awoke to a trilling like someone playing a scale on a harp. It was went about 3 times and I was wide awake laying in bed wondering what was going on as there is nothing in the house that can make that sound. Much to my shock, it was 6 PM.
The sound that put me to sleep and the sound that awoke me was definitely in this dimension and time. George also heard the cat scream. None of my cats were even awake. Any thoughts???
