Monday 9 May 2022

Recall of a dream from last night, vivid, clear, crackling with intensity:

I was shown a large room illuminated only by large screens, as though it were some sort of “control room” or a “headquarters” where all ‘information and status was being centralized, viewed on the large screen, and ‘orders’ or ‘control’ were being sent out, issued. There were many others present but in the darkness, I couldn’t tell how many; perhaps 10 or 15.

There was suddenly a sound like something snapping or cracking, accompanied by a bright flash of light, and of two light streams that had been parallel being broken apart and crossing each other, flickering, blinking, one changing color from pale blue-white to dirty brown. I could see cracks in one of the light streams like a broken fiber-optic might have.

Immediately frightened panic-filled voices began to call out:

“Biden has blown a circuit! The main circuit is down!” and it was obvious that something was terribly wrong with Biden, that something had snapped, that some sort of electrical or acoustic or optical circuit both within him and to/from the “control room” had been severed, and no one knew why.

The noise level in the room was deafening as many voices began to yell all at once, commanding a backup channel or this:

“Start a manual reset, now!”, “Get him back on-line, hurry!”, “Check the [unintelligible] levels, increase [some sort of chemicals, like dopamine…]”, “Switch to manual over-ride!”

And other voices answering back:

“We don’t have a clear channel, the channel is down!”, “Can’t reboot now, blocked”, and “I can’t get a good read, he’s gone [or going?] off-line now!”, “The video [or visual] is affected, too!”

There was a terrible sense of absolute panic and frightened movement of many who were in the room out through some other darkened doorway, away from the monitoring screens. There was frantic activity at some sort of keyboard or master control panel, while overhead the two light streams began to dangle loosely and it was clear no one wanted to touch them, for they were somehow “live” and carrying “hot” voltage or current of some sort.

The noise of the “control room” faded as I was taken into a massive briefing room with rows of tables in a semi-circular arrangement, all seats taken by grey-faced people staring towards a small dais that was slightly raised up. The air was acrid with the smell of burning electronics. An angry harsh person in front was commanding the crowd “No acknowledgements! No response, Nothing!” Then orders were being given using some sort of collars or wristbands that each person in the crowd had one of. Some seemed to have small lights, but most seemed to vibrate or have unintelligible sounds coming through them. The room became very cold, and the gray-faced people began to shuffle out to their tasks.