Morning of June 19, 2013. Wednesday.

This was a long mixed-up dream with the main theme being the Rapture (as in supposedly being lifted or transported into “Heaven”, which some Christians or cults still believe in, I think). It was one of those dreams with a lot of different scenes that combine humor, movie-like scenes, and typical confusion of words and ideas, yet which still leaves an overall good feeling regardless - which colors the mood of the day somewhat, as dreams often do. It was mostly fun because of its overwhelmingly ridiculous nature as well as vivid sensory stimulation with the in-dream ice. There were a lot of different events of which I will include the main ones here.

Firstly, as is often the case with such dreams, I find out and focus on a few things I had not known or at least thought about much before due to my dream - my dreams have made me more aware of a lot of things and ideas (other than remote viewing and precognition on a continuous basis) that I would not have otherwise given any thought to at all. One of these, this time, was the fact that, in my dream, the “Rapture" was actually called, or closely related to, the "Prodigy”. Even in my dream, I look up the word “prodigy” (due to “knowing” it has nothing to do with anything ominous, supposedly), but get a wrong meaning in two different dictionaries. One entry says “Of or relating to the time period from ages 8 to 8 years” and another one in a different dictionary just says “8-8”. So, “prodigy” supposedly only means an eight-year-old child in my dream (and for some reason, I know it means a boy only). It is kind of amusing (as well as confusing) that the one age was unnecessarily shown as a span.

Anyhow, even though I was certain that the word was only associated with a young person with a special talent or abilities, I looked it up online and found another (apparently no longer used) meaning being “something regarded as of prophetic significance” - something I did not consciously know or remember. Possibly postcognitive, but perhaps not, as I might have seen this meaning before and not acknowledged it.

There is also some nonsense with a different word, “accolade" (associated with “livestock accolade”, which I have not heard before in real life). According to my dream, this is when God will lift up sheep, horses, and cows and other domestic farm animals into the sky during the animal part of the “Rapture”, before he gathers the humans. In my dream, my wife is still a child though has a flock of sheep in Nimbin on a large area of land. She has something written in red on her left heel, which may be “prodigy” or “rapture” or possibly another word or a short phrase or name. When the sheep are lifted into the sky and they vanish into the clouds, she seems concerned and possibly frustrated, and apparently her family is angry at her for having “lost” them. However, a short time later, people witness cows being “Raptured”. Or make that, only one cow, with great difficulty. Although some of the other cows are lifted by the invisible force and hover a bit, they are soon all dropped but one. The baffled people look on as the one cow swirls around seemingly experiencing a fair amount of stress and never does make it up into the clouds. So much for the “Cow Rapture”. People, even the religious ones in the fields, start looking a bit concerned as if they do not quite know what they are in for and some even sneak out of the area.

There is another scene where I am in a large van in Nimbin with my wife and her family (and her family’s friends). (I am not sure if it is the one her mother painted dolphins on, but it may be.) I am the only one being “Raptured” at the time for some reason (perhaps because I am from the future?), and people are asking me, if I come back, to tell them what happened.

However, as I am inside the van, the inner roof seems to be made of “frozen rain clouds”. I keep rising up, crashing through the ice of the frozen clouds, and going back down a short distance as I hover a bit, and each time, large amounts of cold water fall down upon me and the other people inside the van, releasing the “rain” in larger, more compact streams. This goes on for a really long time. I am facing downward with my arms out a bit, and after time passes, it feels more and more exhilarating with a very vivid sense of weight and cooler temperature - the kind you enjoy on a warm day. I start to wonder if I will eventually go out through the roof of the van or if all the “rainwater” will eventually be released, but it continues for some time. As I float up and down, I hit the ice at various levels of strength each time. At this point, it feels somewhat like a standard flying dream, but not quite as unfettered yet more thrilling in some ways.