This is a dream I had this morning. I thought it would be an interesting dream for this forum to read about. I know next to nothing about Tiamat, so not sure why I would dream of Her, but it seems I did, and in some seemingly meaningful way.
The dream began by transitioning from another one in which I was leading my dream family in the dream to a gun show that turned out to be much smaller than anyone thought it would be. We had driven for a long time to get here, and it seemed we would only be there for about 30 minutes or so due to its small size.
The people at the gun show were mostly of a single group, and they were all christians who were trying to magickally (unbeknownst to them, of course) summon their tulpa saviour jesus to lead the world and stop āevilā. This was implied; it was never seen to be done. But in their minds this was their goal.
I sat at the far end of the show where there were tall windows overlooking the outside. It seemed the show was in something like an old school library area. I sat down with a laptop; I was typing something. I knew that I was opposed to these people, and they to me, but they did not know that. One of the sellers, or someone with them but not selling, and I started to talk. We got along very well and had many of the same interests, unfortunately he was totally in the pocket of his tulpa lord, and I knew we could never be friends for long, despite the kinship I felt with him.
A man then came up beside me from behind. He was part of the christian group there, but it was intuitively known by me that he was not on the inside who he appeared to be on the outside. He was possessed by something, quite literally, and bent over my shoulder and began typing on the laptop, increasing in speed to quite physically impossible velocities. I sensed easily that this was a messenger who had a message, and he/she/it would use that body to type it out. The messenger was not allied with the christian group or their ideology.
The young man who had common interests with me who I was speaking at length with, witnessed this amazing feat as well. With just the fingers of the messenger, pages and pages of words, and even images, spilled out upon the word processing program I had open. In no more than 15 to 20 seconds, he was done, and then left as calmly as he approached, never to be seen by me again.
Me and the young man sat there on the ground and were amazed by the feat just witnessed. Oddly, neither of us seemed to care much about the messenger; our focus was completely on the feat itself, and the contents of the writing.
All this time there had been this mental calling by the christian group, that Im not sure they were aware of, but they were all calling to their jesus. I sensed no jesus; indeed there was nothing but a huge mass of psychic energy being generated in the local vicinity. This energy was one of mercilessness and consumption, masked with a thin veil of what could be mistaken for reverence, or even joy by the foolish (which would probably describe the whole group), but was actually a manic sort of mental stimulation that was wholly unnatural and eventually toxic. Looking back on it now it reminds me of an excitotoxin such as MSG. This was psychic MSG though, and they were all hooked. There was some anxiety for me, being in this energy. It was uncomfortable, but not partaking of it, was tolerable to observe.
Me and my certainly temporary friend began to read what the messenger typed out. Very clearly it became, that what was typed was a very clear prophecy for the short term. Events were described as occurred / in the process of occurring, and still towards the beginning there was the mention of nuclear war. The mental image that came to me was of Washington DC, as I am close to it.
Moving down the messengers writing, it became to be about Syria.
I cannot remember anymore precisely any details about the writing, and indeed after waking, most seemed to be already gone except in the broadest sense.
My friend and I were unable to finish reading the entire scope of the messengers writing, because shortly after getting to Syria, the wind began to gradually pick up outside to the point where the old school building struggled to maintain its structural integrity. The wind raged, and it caused the entire structure to shake as if in a sustained low magnitude earthquake.
The christian group began to semi-panic, and at this point began to consciously try and summon their saviour, believing this was their time to conjure him into our reality.
We all went outside into this amazing wind storm. We stood on a concrete dock overlooking a sea, or ocean. The sky was bright white with clouds, not dark. No rain. The wind was hurricane force at this point, and the christian group was in a psychic frenzy, semi-consciously pouring massive amounts of energy into the energy cloud they had always had around them.
Still, I sensed no jesus coming. What I did sense was the energy cloud on the verge of taking on a life of its own, so to speak, so dense was it and so filled with desire. I felt strangely about this cloud. It was certainly not real, as in sentient, and never would be, but its completed formation would have acted as a master mind to those who believed in it, and would remotely control their actions in the most violent ways if allowed to form.
What I did sense though, was an astounding power from the sky. That power was manifesting the hurricane winds, of which we all had to grab onto things to not be blown away.
Someone directed our collective attention to the sky, and in it was a great being forming in the clouds, seemingly of the clouds, but not quite. It was understood to be a serpent, but looked exactly like an Eastern style dragon. It began wrapped around another object in the sky, of which I can no longer recall the properties of. It may have been the sun behind the clouds. It unwrapped itself, and I intuitively knew that it was Tiamat.
The visage had 3 necks and heads, all of which looked the same or similar, and in an arc it made through the sky, it faced us on the ground and began to mightily roar. Both the sound of the wind and of the roar sent dread into the christian group. This was something they feared deeply; primally. I feared Her not, though, as I sensed no hostility to me, but rather I was somewhat excited. I knew the moment required focused attention, and that I gave. The moments were very intense, and very real, with the wind, the roaring, and the palpable fear exuded by the others which fueled their energy cloud.
I felt it right for Tiamat to reach the Earth, and the energy cloud by the group would be a hinderance to Her. So I found it logical for some reason to act as a conduit for the energy cloud and redirect its energy into the Earth, dissipating it. I formed myself into a channel, psychically, and without touching the energy but redirecting it, started to drain it into the Earth. This halted its expansion, at least.
Someone shouted at me, someone from the group. They shouted āSyria!ā, in reference to me, wanting to get my attention. I knew they meant me, but I was confused by them calling me Syria. I had only a second to think about it though.
Tiamat took form from the clouds and in great detail the 3 necks and heads appeared from them, seeming to boil with the white clouds but still manage to perfectly maintain form. She, at this point no longer just a visage, began to descend at an angle, perhaps 30 degrees and tens of miles away, from the sky directly at us. I knew She had to make it here, but did not know why. In Her charging of our position, all looked upwards to Her and were quiet in the voice of the roaring cosmic dragon, the raging wind, and the shaking earth.
I awoke, with heart pounding, but normal breath and mentally calm. As per usual in dreams, I did not get to see what happened when She arrived. I tried to get back into the dream, but it had reached its natural conclusion. I was left to lie there and wonder about the magnificent event that just took place, and attempt to process the majestic force that I witnessed first hand. I felt it right to share this dream on this forum. I do not know what it truly meant, and can only speculate, but perhaps in it, others will find strong meaning. Perhaps it is just a dream. But perhaps it is a message for one of us, or for all of us.
edited for slight clarification