Author: David Wilcock

  12/15/99   This starts out with an incredible dream where David appears to tap into the collective human memories from events such as the Holocaust in Germany. This is presented as a metaphor of the mostly intellectual control that is now being waged over many people. The reading thereafter deals with how to re-integrate the fragments that these situations create.   Wednesday 11 / 17 / 99 — 8:31 a.m D: This dream was just so, so intense that you can hardly even describe it with words. It appears that it was the United States, and that some sort of martial law had kicked in. People were all brought into this building that was like a school. Basically they were all being kept there against their will, and forced to sleep in bunks with other people. It was definitely like the Nazis, and it was as if I was reading the collective consciousness about something like this that had happened before, because this was obviously not very recent. This was a really scary, fascist type of thing that was going on. You didn’t want to do anything that was against the Establishment, for fear of reprisal. There was a lot of really scary stuff going on. There was a suspicion that people were being killed. People were dying, and it seemed like they just kept on bringing even...

  12/14/99 Thursday 11 / 11 / 99 — 5:37 a.m. D: The morning of my departure to Florida for five days. D: As far as I can see, the dream that I just had was simply being used to deal with an incidental problem that popped up over the course of the last two days, and not really any more than that. The problem essentially was one or a series of Email letters from people attacking me and my credibility. This dream did seem to be really long, and it went on for a long, long time. The main thrust of it seemed to be that there was someone else who was concerned with being accused of being a false teacher and so forth. I did speak to another client recently who was very concerned about… Cliffhanger   D: …Elizabeth Clare Prophet’s cult, which she got involved in very directly.   A cliffhanger of sorts envelops the discrete nature of Oneness when applied to the immediate circumstances at present. We are speaking here both of the personal and planetary picture. You can expect that as the energy continues to increase, the concomitant desires of those more negatively oriented entities to express their venom will become more widely seen than ever before. And so, although we know that we don’t really need to tell you this, [David,] we remind...

  12/13/99   [3/18/09: This is another collection that is mostly dream data, not very much in the way of readings. Nonetheless, for those who are studying their dreams and want to learn more about how I do what I do, this may be of interest.]   Friday 11 / 5 / 99 – 7:55 a.m. D: At the very, very end of this dream just now, I was inside some sort of building and I had to go to the bathroom, which was a very literal dream component that dovetailed with reality. So, I had exited this building that I was in and walked around to the back, only to realize that in the back, what had at one time looked like a dirty lot was now featuring a clown or magician getting changed into bright purple clothing. I then looked in the little back room that I knew would be there, and I saw several people who would be attending a wedding party. And then I suddenly realized that I had a tuxedo on! So I decided not to try to go to the bathroom in the back, either on the ground or in the bathroom back there. It was better go to back around to the front. That was when I realized that I was dreaming and I woke up. [12/12: The purple outfit and wedding...

  12/12/99   Monday 1 / 3 / 99 — 5:48 a.m  D: I just got out of a very strange and violent, very violent dream. At the very end just now, I saw young rap music artist Marky Mark going very fast in a car. It was all set up on a set of tracks. He would slide along and get to a certain point, and suddenly there were a flash of sparks and he crashed. The car was unable to move any further, and I actually saw his body fly out of the car in slow motion, hit the pavement and roll, starting to bleed and everything. There was another part that seemed much less horrible that was also going on. There was this cigarette ad, but not in a bad way, like the ad for Parliament Lights with the blue sky. This young African-American kid appeared in image after image of bodies of blue water, and it was always playing on the reflection, making his mouth look big and silly things like that. I know that there were a whole series of these shows that involved people doing dangerous things, and there was also at least one point where I was involved with some sort of compact disc production.   The voices from within rise and coalesce, forming into patterns of matter from the unmitigable ethers...

  12/12/99   [3/18/09: This has no readings in it, only dreams. You may want to skip past it, and that’s fine, but it does show how I was receiving prophetic data about the economy through dreams at this time. At the very end there is an interesting dream that seems to have predicted the crash of the Mars Polar Lander spacecraft.]  [Note: Many have asked why David did not attend The Ascension Celebration, an event that was publicized on this website that he had been formally invited to attend. Essentially, the director of the event made an invitation and then never followed up on it by going through with making the airline reservations. David was never phoned, faxed or Emailed about the status of what was going on, and this did trigger a rather intense depression of sorts that took five or six days to wrestle with. David was mentally preparing to deliver nine completely different lectures, and this only increased his mental stress. It was especially difficult, because the director had told David that he would make him a “special event” separate from the other speakers in order to increase interest. It had promised to be potentially quite profitable for David as well as obviously being great exposure and lots of fun. And thus, we see the Cayce karma of losing the hospital rearing its head all...

  12/7/99 Sunday 10 / 24 / 99 — 8:50 a.m. D: This dream was actually pretty rough. It was all about a theme that repeated over and over again that I had to go to school, but that I was very, very late in getting there. I knew that when I did get there, I would be more capable of putting it all together. I remember hovering around the ceiling towards the end, and gathering up my books, hoping that the weight of the books themselves would not start to make me sink. Earlier than that part, I spent time my high school friend Don’s. I had to stop off there. I had also gone home and spent time with my mother. Now I knew that by the time I got to school, I was going to be late. I was definitely a little upset about that. I had made arrangements to do something with my computer to get it up and running again, but it was with these Europeans. Someone was telling me that they would also have this electronic back door to my system which would allow them to go in and make adjustments and do things that I did not want them to do. I was really mulling over whether this was something that I wanted or not. They were all wearing dressy clothing. I...

  12/5/99   This is an amazing dream-reading that discusses some powerful aspects of the actual moment of Ascension itself – namely, making the choice to leave behind the life that you knew up until that moment for the promise of something far greater. This is also connected with the daily choices that we make, urging us to begin Ascending right now!  D: We are starting fresh, with a new dream and a new tape. [Note: Initial section of dream deleted, as it lacks the global reference] There was another section of this dream at the end that appears to be a description of Ascension. The fact that they put these two sections so close to each other, back to back, is again telling me how close it is to happening. There was a little boy who obviously represents me, and he was sitting on one side of a large, beautiful lake. Actually no, it was a pond, and maybe only 30 feet across. There was a woman on the other side of the pond sitting there, and that was the scene. I could see the boy, and he had his head in his hands. He was bummed out, upset and unhappy. The reason why is that he was saying, “When am I ever going to see them, when are they ever really going to meet me in person?”...