SamTuckerMTNMAN
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OKOK,
hear me out for a minute. No tomatoes yet!
I have been thinking about this thread for a long time and sit here, at work, during lunch, at the close of another great school year, and decided to do it.
I am curious to know if anyone else out there has had a dream, at any time in their life, that caused them to become more alert or prepared than they otherwise would have been.
This is not what you think is prophecy, it does not have to even be serious, but it does have to have been a dream you had, and it does have to have been something that stayed with you for some reason. Just to break the ice and give you an example, I'll start.
I grew up as a boy scout and was outdoors all the time. I read My Side of the Mountain and got into Tom Brown at a very early age (as well as Alan Eckert among others). I always 'dreamed' of getting into the woods for a long time. When my best friend since 8th grade and I went into the mountains we would pretend we were going forever, and talked about how depressing and exciting it would be....then it happened.
I had a dream one night that something terrible was going on. There was a disease that was sickening many people in the communities, and food was getting short, and there was an impending sense that things were going to get worse, like someone bad was coming and people had to hide. I remember what it felt like, to grab my grandpa's semi .22 and a few bricks of ammo, stuff my old duffel bag full, and say goodbye. My family thought for whatever reason that we had a better chance out there than near the cities. I remember distinctly the hard lonely road passing beneath us as we walked away from everything we loved, and I remember the fear of not being prepared enough as well as the rush of surviving in the wild places I loved so much. I remember the affection I felt toward that simple rifle, and the pricelessness of those few rounds I would carry until who knows when (I began to really take care of my weapons after this dream). We turned and looked back one last time and cried, then I woke up.
Now since that time I have matured, perhaps, a great deal in understanding various elements of fallacy in this or other SHTF type scenarios, nevertheless, TO THIS DAY, the feeling I got in that dream so long ago has haunted me and helped keep me motivated to be alert, fit, and ready in whatever form is most appropriate for the unexpected.
So you see I am ultimately a fan of SHTF threads, as I have enjoyed the discussion since middle school.
The good thing about dreams is some utopiacrat that happens to have a gun can't rail you about how stupid you are for discussing the possibility, after all, it was only a dream. . .
Now it's your turn.
ST
hear me out for a minute. No tomatoes yet!
I have been thinking about this thread for a long time and sit here, at work, during lunch, at the close of another great school year, and decided to do it.
I am curious to know if anyone else out there has had a dream, at any time in their life, that caused them to become more alert or prepared than they otherwise would have been.
This is not what you think is prophecy, it does not have to even be serious, but it does have to have been a dream you had, and it does have to have been something that stayed with you for some reason. Just to break the ice and give you an example, I'll start.
I grew up as a boy scout and was outdoors all the time. I read My Side of the Mountain and got into Tom Brown at a very early age (as well as Alan Eckert among others). I always 'dreamed' of getting into the woods for a long time. When my best friend since 8th grade and I went into the mountains we would pretend we were going forever, and talked about how depressing and exciting it would be....then it happened.
I had a dream one night that something terrible was going on. There was a disease that was sickening many people in the communities, and food was getting short, and there was an impending sense that things were going to get worse, like someone bad was coming and people had to hide. I remember what it felt like, to grab my grandpa's semi .22 and a few bricks of ammo, stuff my old duffel bag full, and say goodbye. My family thought for whatever reason that we had a better chance out there than near the cities. I remember distinctly the hard lonely road passing beneath us as we walked away from everything we loved, and I remember the fear of not being prepared enough as well as the rush of surviving in the wild places I loved so much. I remember the affection I felt toward that simple rifle, and the pricelessness of those few rounds I would carry until who knows when (I began to really take care of my weapons after this dream). We turned and looked back one last time and cried, then I woke up.
Now since that time I have matured, perhaps, a great deal in understanding various elements of fallacy in this or other SHTF type scenarios, nevertheless, TO THIS DAY, the feeling I got in that dream so long ago has haunted me and helped keep me motivated to be alert, fit, and ready in whatever form is most appropriate for the unexpected.
So you see I am ultimately a fan of SHTF threads, as I have enjoyed the discussion since middle school.
The good thing about dreams is some utopiacrat that happens to have a gun can't rail you about how stupid you are for discussing the possibility, after all, it was only a dream. . . Now it's your turn.
ST
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