Steve A. Stone
My dream: a portent?
By Steve A. Stone
October 20, 2023

Dear Friends and Patriots,

I had a dream last night. There were many strange aspects to it. The most strange is that I remember it vividly. That, in itself, is not only strange, but rare. I suppose I dream as much as anyone, but to remember anything about a dream is something extraordinarily rare for me. Normally, as soon as my feet hit the floor in the morning, I start to think about the things I want to do that day and all thoughts of any dream immediately vanish. This dream, though, I recall as if it was real. Is it a portent, a vision of some kind? I don’t know. It was so odd that it seems like a scene from a science fiction movie. There were so many unnatural aspects to it that I can’t say what it was. This is an account of that dream.

I was walking on a paved path. I was alone, though surrounded by others. A mass of beings was off to my left, moving in a random fashion, as people do when in large open spaces. I don’t recall anyone at all to my right. All the “action” was off to my left and behind me. Was I on the edge of a large plaza? I seemed to be in the middle of a city, heading somewhere, seemingly with a purpose. But, none of that appeared to be a material consideration of any kind. I never had a thought related to my own purpose or reason for being where I was or where I was going. It was just the setting. Strangest of all – there was total silence. For the entirety of the dream there was no noise, no words spoken…nothing…just absolute and total silence.

Suddenly, I was aware of beings focused on me. They were faceless. Everyone on the plaza was equally faceless and similarly dressed. I refer to them as “beings” because I’m not certain if they were human. The rest of the people walking randomly about seemed human, but not the ones whose faces seemed focused on me. Everyone I could see appeared dressed in the same near-white fabric, which was coarsely woven, almost like burlap. The fabric appeared to be folded into layers and wrapped around arms, legs, and torsos, then tied into place with cords, with no decorations of any kind. They appeared a lot like the suits dog trainers wear when they’re training a guard dog to attack. The heads appeared as if hooded by the same fabric. I did not perceive shoes or boots. I could see no hands. The faces were slightly oval and completely featureless – not even eyes. Everyone I could see looked almost the same. The beings that caught my notice were all turned toward me, from the near field to the distant. They seemed intently focused on me and moved continuously and directly toward me, looking neither to their left nor right. Everyone else was behaving in normal ways. The beings that caught my notice were obviously intent on the same purpose. I seemed to be central to that purpose. It was unclear if they were walking. They gave the impression of floating. The beings varied in size. Those nearest to me appeared clearly smaller than me, but as I scanned farther back in the crowd it was apparent their size increased incrementally. Those in the back of the crowd were the largest of all. I couldn’t tell how many there were. Two dozen? I didn’t count, but kept a watch on them as I walked.

Off to my left and behind me was a small group of much larger beings. They were attired in the very same manner as everyone else, and they, too, had featureless faces. It struck me as odd that even though they had no features, their faces were uncovered, framed by their hoods. Though the beings in the crowd that caught my attention appeared to be randomly spaced out, they were all moving toward me. Those in the small group behind and to my left did not. They seemed to somehow maintain a constant distance as I walked along. I’m not certain how many were in the small group of large beings. Five? Six? Seven? There were no less than five, and no more than seven; that’s all I’m sure of. They appeared to be watching everything to see what was about to unfold.

The first being to come near me got to a certain distance, and then seemed to dissolve. It never glowed. I didn’t perceive any beam of energy or light. There was no noise. It just seemed to turn to dust, then crumble and collapse. The next being did the very same thing when it reached about the same distance from me. Then, the third one dissolved in the very same way. I recall feeling apprehension when they approached. Not fear, just uncertainty and apprehension. I had no idea of their purpose or what was about to happen. After the third being dissolved, I thought I understood. They could approach me only so far away, but could get no nearer. They seemed completely unemotional. The disappearance of the first three had no effect on the pace or demeanor of any of the others. None of them were ever overtly threatening, and the loss of the first three didn’t change that. They continued on toward me, as if in a trance.

The same things happened over and over until all the beings coming through the crowd were gone. There was a pause. The small group of large beings were still maintaining their position in relation to me, but now they seemed to hesitate. They were all facing me, but seemed uncertain of what they would do next. After a pause they, too, began moving closer. They came at me as a group. I watched them with interest, but with no real apprehension. I was curious to know their objective, but had no fear of them at all.

When the group of large beings came to about the same distance where all the other beings had dissolved, they too dissolved into dust. Again, there was no sign of any kind of weapon or evidence of a kind of force field. They just dried up in an instant, then dissolved to dust.

I kept on my path, but said to myself, “I have to remember every detail of this event. It all means something.”

In my sleep I reviewed everything I experienced, as if I was rewinding a video tape and watching it over and over. I wanted to understand and to get any details right. I remembered the dream I had almost two years ago, in the early morning of December 2, 2021, the one I wrote of in “The Man From The Perfect Place.” It was the first time in my adult years that I remembered a dream after I woke up. The dream I had last night was the second.

Do dreams mean anything? I’m never sure. When I had my “Perfect Place” dream I thought it was meaningful. It seemed to be a message that was giving me a path forward in life; things I needed to consider before I reached my end. This dream, though, what was it? I don’t yet know if it was anything but a bizarre, nearly dystopian vision.

There are many strange elements to it that I can’t comprehend. Why were there no faces? I might grasp why the ordinary people in the dream had no faces, but when no one has any kind of face, that strikes me as truly odd. Why was everyone dressed the same? Why such an odd attire? What was the reason for everyone wearing a hood? Why did I see no hands or feet? Why were there no words spoken, nothing but silence? What purpose could the beings have had? Why was there a small group of very large beings apart from all the rest? Where they controlling the ones dispersed in the crowd? They seemed to have no powers greater than the others, and they disappeared as dust in the very same way as those that came before them? What was any of it about?

As odd as the dream seems right now, I think there was some kind of positive message to it, assuming it has a message at all. The beings that approached me – adversaries? – all dissolved to dust. They disappeared. I remember feeling protected in some way. At the end of my dream, everything had a sense of normalcy. I just continued on my way to whatever purpose I was about.

When I think about it, it occurs to me that the dream could have something to do with the Great Reset, the oncoming New World Order. Could those faceless beings moving through the equally faceless crowd be minions of the Cabal, moving toward me through a sea of oblivious people because I obviously had a face, and they had to change that? Was the small group of large beings representative of the Cabal, a small elite group of powerful (larger) people who somehow control their minions to do their will? Was the dream some kind of message meant to tell me that if I just continue on my way without fear and compromise I’ll end up okay? Was the dissolution of all those adversarial beings a representation of a larger truth that they’re doomed to failure when faced by people who just refuse to be intimidated and insist on going about their lives the way they want?

Was it all just reinforcement of the message I continue to push to just stand fast and say “NO! I will not comply!

I don’t really know. It could be everything about that dream was related to the fried crab cakes I had for lunch. If so, I won’t be eating those again. Otherwise, I’ll keep it all in mind and watch to see what happens as we go forward. 2030 is fast approaching. A lot will be happening, and the pace of change will become faster and faster. I’ll remember what to do. Will you?

In Liberty,


© Steve A. Stone


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Steve A. Stone

Steve A. Stone is and always will be a Texan, though he's lived outside that great state for all but 3 years since 1970, remembering it as it was, not as it is. He currently resides in Lower Alabama with a large herd of furry dependents, who all appear to be registered Democrats. Steve retired from the U.S. Coast Guard reserves in 2011, after serving over 22 years in uniform over the span of four decades. His service included duty on two U.S. Navy attack submarines, and one Navy and two U.S. Coast Guard Reserve Units. He is now retired after working as a senior civil servant for the U.S. Navy for over 31 years. Steve is a member of the Alabama Minority GOP and Common Sense Campaign. He is also a life member of SUBVETS, Inc., the Submarine League, and the NRA. In 2018, Steve has written and published 10 books.


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