Tuesday 20 August 2024
I found myself in a long. sequential pair of dreams, with sharp detail.
I was in a control room of sorts, but I did not recognize any of the surroundings or locations. Yet there was a very bad feeling all around. In the center of the room was a large, rectangular box, about four feet high, six feet wide and two feet thick. It appeared to be made of solid black material, edged with aluminum struts on all sides; there were large bundles of wires running from the box to the various consoles around the room. I heard voices explaining – as though they were talking to a senior officer – “We encapsulated the sensitive electronics so they would never be able to get to them.”
Suddenly I was given a vision, like an X-ray, of the box, which contained hundreds of electronic components, boards and connectors. The vision also revealed a flaw: that with the application of a specific chemical, the black material would be liquified and made to flow out, so the electronics could be worked on. So, I knew already there were lies being told – the box could be opened, and the sensitive electronics inside could be compromised.
I could now see that most of the people in the control room were military personnel wearing uniforms, and I recognized them by their insignia. The flags on the walls were Iranian.
Suddenly chaos erupted and there was near panic. Something was going terribly wrong, and the large situational display screens switched to a wide-angle view of Tehran.
I watched with horror as a tactical nuclear weapon detonated in the middle of this beautiful city. A single plume of ugly black smoke rose to a mushroom cloud over the city. There was screaming in the control room, “How did this happen? They lied to us!”
The scene faded and I found myself in a US Navy shipyard. I was there as an inspector or investigator, and I was with two other Navy officers. We were on high alert and the tension was all over us. We knew we could trust each other absolutely, but everyone else was suspect, and everywhere we went there were suspicious stares and nasty comments aimed at us.
We had been given evidence of massive corruption, treason and a complete breakdown of Naval order. Ships, squadrons and crews had been compromised and were engaged in horrible operations. We were walking down piers where huge warships were tied up. As one of my trusted officers was reading some of the confidential notes that we were to investigate it flashed in my mind, “A Navy ship like this,” (a massive guided-missile frigate), “…could have easily launched a tactical nuke into downtown Tehran and jammed all their supposedly untouchable electronic protection systems.”
We arrived at a pier where an aircraft carrier was docked, and a supply vessel moored next to it. We went aboard the carrier and made our way to an access panel on the starboard side. It was about four feet square, hinged along the bottom, with four locking metal latches across the top. It was mechanically controlled, and we had the access codes which we entered. The latches flipped open, and the hatch swung down, revealing a mass of switches, electronics and computer connection ports. “This is like a airliners black box,” someone was saying, “We can read all the details of the last deployment.”
As we began to plug in and read the data, the air around us became very cold very quickly. The electronics began to shut down, and without warning, the hatch began to close. We jumped back, our cables had been snapped as the hatch clanged shut. The locking latches snapped shut forcefully.
“What was that?” someone asked.
“Someone, or some ones do not want us to get into this data.”
The officer to my right tried again to enter the codes to re-open it. The latches flipped open again for a moment but then snapped shut immediately.
“You’ve got the tools now,” he said to me. I knew what had to be done. There was a series of special screws that secured the entire hatch assembly to the ship, and I had in my bag a specialized tool with two prongs and a clip to remove them.
As I was removing the screws – there were twenty or so, and each one required several minutes to remove – another officer had pulled up a screen showing some of the interior layouts of the carrier. We stared in shock as we could see that some of the interior spaces had been modified – not to carry planes or armaments, but cargo and contraband.
Another screen showed the supply vessel alongside, and it, too, had been covertly modified to carry weapons, money and people.
Heaviness and danger settled around us. It was clear that US Naval vessels had been compromised and had been involved in illegal operations, and we were just scratching the surface.
“We need to get out of here, right now!” said someone, and we were making out way through crowded piers and docks as the dream ended.