Pagan Festival and Alligator Hunting
Earth-crust displacement and pole shift had occurred. Montana was semi-tropical when I went to see my friend Dave to go alligator hunting. (Alligators and serpents are common themes in my dreams.) Dave and I decided to ride our bikes across the state, to see the environmental changes throughout the state, and document where alligators were turning up. There were reports from many areas, including around Lewistown and Great Falls. The state was much less populated than it is now.
There were reports of an alligator hiding out in a small stream where people were frequenting; and it seems as though it was causing some problems. We walked down a ramp toward the stream. I could see a nest of eggs under water. Suddenly, the eggs began to disappear. Looking across at the far bank, I saw the gator poking its head out of a hole in the bank. It was bringing the eggs to a burrow and depositing them inside. I wondered if it was a female.
Turns out that a Scottish cult had planned a festival streamside. I warned them of the gator, but no one would listen to me. Sure enough, before long the dimwitted pagans began wading, playing and swimming in the stream. The gator came out of its hole and grabbed a man by the leg and dragged him under. That stopped the fun and games. Now the group wanted me to rescue their comrade and get rid of the alligator.
I drove back to look for the reptile as well as the missing man. Meanwhile, the ‘Scottish-rights’ group continued their private, all-male shindig. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I discovered the whole group of men dancing along the shore (at least they had enough sense to leave the water). Several young women and a few other men, who were not a part of the cult, came to the water’s edge to join in the festivities/ritual.
They were told to leave, as it was an all-male affair.
I thought, what a joke, a bunch of grown men doing silly little dances together.
One woman stripped to the skin to dance. My friend and I walked across the platform past the cult members to get a better look at the women dancers, especially the one writhing, animal-like, with no clothes. She was quite beautiful.
I was also concerned for her and the other’s safety since they were so close to the stream. Sure enough, sometime later, the attractive young woman went swimming in the stream and disappeared. When I found out, which was only minutes later, there was a lot of screaming and shouting for help, I dove right in. I expected to find her dragged into the burrow with the gator but I was wrong. Instead, I saw a huge octopus swimming off with her!
The octopus swam into a giant clam, which closed as soon as it entered with the woman. I swam to clam and pried open its jaws and was able to scare the octopus, which in turn released the woman. I brought the unconscious girl to the surface and revived her, saving her life.
There were reports of an alligator hiding out in a small stream where people were frequenting; and it seems as though it was causing some problems. We walked down a ramp toward the stream. I could see a nest of eggs under water. Suddenly, the eggs began to disappear. Looking across at the far bank, I saw the gator poking its head out of a hole in the bank. It was bringing the eggs to a burrow and depositing them inside. I wondered if it was a female.
Turns out that a Scottish cult had planned a festival streamside. I warned them of the gator, but no one would listen to me. Sure enough, before long the dimwitted pagans began wading, playing and swimming in the stream. The gator came out of its hole and grabbed a man by the leg and dragged him under. That stopped the fun and games. Now the group wanted me to rescue their comrade and get rid of the alligator.
I drove back to look for the reptile as well as the missing man. Meanwhile, the ‘Scottish-rights’ group continued their private, all-male shindig. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I discovered the whole group of men dancing along the shore (at least they had enough sense to leave the water). Several young women and a few other men, who were not a part of the cult, came to the water’s edge to join in the festivities/ritual.
They were told to leave, as it was an all-male affair.
I thought, what a joke, a bunch of grown men doing silly little dances together.
One woman stripped to the skin to dance. My friend and I walked across the platform past the cult members to get a better look at the women dancers, especially the one writhing, animal-like, with no clothes. She was quite beautiful.
I was also concerned for her and the other’s safety since they were so close to the stream. Sure enough, sometime later, the attractive young woman went swimming in the stream and disappeared. When I found out, which was only minutes later, there was a lot of screaming and shouting for help, I dove right in. I expected to find her dragged into the burrow with the gator but I was wrong. Instead, I saw a huge octopus swimming off with her!
The octopus swam into a giant clam, which closed as soon as it entered with the woman. I swam to clam and pried open its jaws and was able to scare the octopus, which in turn released the woman. I brought the unconscious girl to the surface and revived her, saving her life.
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