(The appearance of Dahlias is diverse; I also show a picture of dahlias in More on the Nature of Satan and Temples, but those flowers look different from the above image from here.)

I dreamt of going to an observatory in a tower with my mom.

To enter, they were very worried about me carrying contaminates – therefore, we had plastic protective outfits they wanted me to put on over my normal clothes and they had all these technical things they wanted me to do to get ready. I was also threatened that if I didn’t do everything to decontaminate correctly, they would just strip me naked when I entered and give me only the plastic suit thing.

Once inside, we at first milled about looking out the windows of the observatory to the view of the surrounding landscape. We then gathered together to listen to a speech, while sitting on folding chairs. The speech was given from a Mormon perspective, as if the observatory was sponsored by the church.

The first part of the speech was about how our society wouldn’t be led by people who were in secret combinations if the people themselves hadn’t chosen secret combinations – meaning that our leadership being compromised is sort of our own fault, and the people themselves have also chosen to embrace secret combinations (I think signifying both that many people are part of them and also that many people support actors who are part of them).

The speech then changed tone: instead it discussed how the church wanted to do genetics blood tests on people, and people only were afraid of this because of paranoia about secret combinations. The person giving the speech supported these tests, and implied that it was silly to be against them.

However, I also saw this massive (a bit larger than a refrigerator) cylinder full of I think dark grey goop, and I was under the impression that they would inject this goop into people during the blood tests.

While they were talking about the tests, I went to the back and approached JD Vance. I did this because he seemed to be distracted, and I thought he might also be opposed to the speech as I was due to their creepy blood test thing. However, he started talking to me in this serpent language in a weird whispery voice. I remember one word he said sounded sort of like “sasthas” but there were also a lot of rolled rs.

There then were two other people who joined the conversation. One looked like the old AP of my mission (AP means assistant to president and is the highest role of a Mormon missionary), and the other looked like one of my cousins who also was an AP, and they all spoke this serpent tongue. They also were speaking looking at me as if trying to talk to me, as if they thought I spoke the language. But I didn’t, but I nodded along, smiling, pretending I understood.

We then walked to the back, where JD said “Reynolds Come!”, and crowds of people then started approaching. There was a back door that we were about to go through, but I was scared of going through it, so I yelled “help!” and ran away from them. They were confused when I did this, because they thought I was on their side. I then started desperately taking my mom out of the observatory, worrying that they might be chasing me.

Discussion

Firstly, the secret language of this dream reminds me of what I learned in John Dee, 911, and a Shadow Language.

Secondly, this dream seems to point to seemingly benign medical things, such as genetics tests, being used for nefarious purposes. Injecting goop into people to presumably change them into something horrible seems like a perfect type for Satan’s plans for humanity: to fundamentally change us so much that we no longer are fully creations of God.

And finally, the part in the dream about how America is led by secret combinations because the American people chose secret combinations is sad, but I suppose it aligns with Ether 8.