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A first year retrospective on the blog and few foretelling dreams.
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The website turned one year of age as of the 25th of August 2025.
In parallel, it marks the time where I moved to Italy 5 years ago, after a three weeks stay in a private clinic in the Haute-Savoie region in France the 20th of August of 2020, somewhere around Sallanches, a city nested in the hollow of a deep valley and a small hour in bus from Chamonix where I’ve spent my first night on the 8th of September at the Heliopic hotel.
A year prior from now, I left the Twitter space overnight after having used this platform for more than 8 years as of the 1st of April 2016, two days before I traveled to Japan for my first time on the 3rd of the same month, posting photos of my trips, following illustrators and music artists for the most part, amidst the sweetest Spring I’ve ever lived to this day in Tokyo, almost 10 years ago now.
Social Networks are not for me any longer, if they’ve ever been. The long episode of the Covid mass hypnosis played with my hyperactivity in a terrible way for 4 years straight, after the totalitarian measures of the time forced me to react on a day-to-day basis on Twitter, especially as an ex-victim of medical abuse for 3 years as a teenager between 15 and 18 years of age, very insidious chapter of my youth that made me lose about 10 years of life opportunities from 2010-11 to 2020-21 where it really felt that my personal case of abuse and injustice was replicated or expanded on a worldwide scale, for almost 3 years as well. I guess all medical abuses are somewhere all the same sad story made of infuriating injustices ; but I fear too many people in this exercice of human toxicity wouldn’t have learned anything from this, the permanent attention-seeking, neverending display of fake interconnectedness, and narcissism induced by social medias all throughout the 2010s, and most likely fueled by monetization of « influencers » and alike probably having played a lot in this episode of mass psychological contagion across the globe.
The first article of the blog, now deleted, that I created on the 31st of August 2024 and titled « Hell, o World » was in fact a rant about the state of the internet that I briefly reiterate and summarize here as I ended up myself mistreated here and there on a bi-annual basis at this point. And I couldn’t keep up like this so I had to leave one of the centralized hellholes in question for good, currently hesitating to leave another one for good as well and limit myself to Facebook, that doesn’t seem to be spared either in terms of terrible users these days, and few online forums.
Shortly after leaving X, I was overtaken by nostalgia for the internet of the 2000s I grew up with and thought about investing in a blog like I did a few times as a teenager ; but I needed something better like a mix of blog and website for my own future creations : The blogs template of the 2000s is deprecated and estetically unappealing to me, and the last time I’ve ever created a website was in my middle-school years as I learned to use Dreamweaver and Nvu, the later software now unsupported since 2010 and the former having fallen into Adobe’s hands since 2005.
Given I could never create a website from scratch however, at least fast and efficiently enough, the WordPress platform was the nowadays most convenient and popular option, and I got used to it promptly.
Overall, it’s been all about few short trips to Aosta, few 3D sculpting and website improvements, and few important dreams in one quite empty year…
A « one in a 1000 years » hurricane as preamble
The Post about the hurricane was the second I created since I had the dream in question the same day on 2nd of September 2024.
It was in fact just a week after the creation of the website and blog for which I already imagined the inclusion of a dreams journal both as a center of interest having it’s natural place on a blog and a medium for personal research. Perhaps a lifeline as well. And hopefuly a way to show to uninterested or unbelieving readers that such things are real and worthy of study, even tho I can’t lay out scientific explanations about precognitive dreams for my part, just one or two ideas I keep in a corner of my mind along the way.
On the 28th of September 2024, I decided to set the website online after the hurricane scared the center-East of the U.S., while the unfolding disaster, in addition to brain fog, left me quite confused for a few days, dealing with a wooly sentiment in regards to the intense and extensive dream I had only four weeks prior ; silently exceeded as I was once more after the destruction of the Grand Canyon Lodge and the information about the airplane crash in India almost a year later.
On a two nights trip in Aosta between the 2nd and the 4th of October 2024 as I wrote the Post Scriptum at the hotel to describe the current events of the time in the extended aftermath of the natural disaster, it still took me a few days to « accept » that the dream in question was about the hurricane Helene, and not some surge of political violence that I rather expected at the time before the U.S. presidential elections of 2024. As a non-American citizen, was I also unaware of such a thing as a « hurricane season » astray to the European continent.
Should I have remained on X for just a few days instead of leaving the platform suddenly in the middle of August of 2024, I could have warned some States governors and it could have saved some lives. Nobody would have taken me seriously, possibly, and it would have been the « lesson » that is was, somewhere. (I’m referring to the individual who made me leave the platform two or three weeks prior.)
Nevertheless, despite precognitive dreams having a singular sense of gravity and imminence as I find myself being the witness of isolated yet seemingly important events within them, I still expect nothing to follow after waking up, just taking notes the best I can in a 24 to 48 hours window and leaving the text aside with only vague expectations at best for the coming days.
Like an e-mail I’m expecting no reply from an unknown receiver, only to get some sort of positive answer from a faceless and nameless source of intelligence driving the dynamics of the cosmos.
![Hurricane Over America [P.S.]](https://felicitenivea.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/09/about_hurricanes.jpg?w=1000)
Pink Elephants ? Red Elephants ? Orange Man ?
Donald Trump & Bucks County McDonalds employees at the time | Doug Mills, The New York Times
The dream about the smiling Trump’s picture « flood on the internet » happened in fact 5 days before the surprise promotional event at the McDonalds of a small town in Pennsylvania on the 20th of October 2024. There’s something stupidly simple I took some time to realize however : The « smiling Donald Trump » could have rather been his official presidential portrait, that I chose as a thumbnail and cover image of the dream’s Post, if it wasn’t about the cheeky event at the fast-food. Considering this dream as precognitive was quite a troll decision, obviously.
Then on 2nd of November, I had the one with a « theater of elections » set inside a mix of a high and solemn senate room and a deep and warm theater stage, where I saw a triumphant Kamala Harris surrounded by few cheering young women among others. And because of this I was expecting her to win inevitably on the 5th of November… And was I wrong… But wasn’t the dream right somehow ?
The ornamented elephants part after this was a quite colorful and impressive scene to behold even for the short moment it lasted — was it the first time I’ve dreamt about elephants as far as I remember. But on the surface it didn’t provided me an indication of any other turn of events in my mind — perhaps external readers may see some sort of reversal of situation as the two animals « crushed the stage » and « broke into the backstages » like a way to invalidate the festivities of the Democrats victory on full display, and show that the Elephants would invest the « corridors » of power in the same instant. (The same expression in French is « Coulisses du pouvoir » knowing « Coulisses » is precisely « Backstages » like the ones in indoors theaters.)
However, I did not consider this dream as foretelling despite it’s bold and quite telling last elements : One might say that I may not have had this very particular dream for nothing, but I mostly rely on clarity and precision for my part, what some of my other dreams didn’t lack of to say the least…
Of course, the title I gave to the dream was meant to sound like the one of a children’s book, given the humor surrounding Kamala Harris’s personnality that was notably parodied by a female impersonator ⇱ for months before the election day.
For the very end of the dream with the videogame part having felt like a Counter-Strike match I’ve lost after getting hit by cartoonish srynges : I ended up leaving a gaming Discord server last Spring following this kind of compulsive behavior from a moderator…
![Smiling Trump [P.S.]](https://felicitenivea.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/10/02otr-superjumbo.jpg?w=1200)
![Kamala & The Red Elephants [P.S.]](https://felicitenivea.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/kamala_harris_vice_presidential_portrait.jpg?w=1200)
Shockwave across the Atlantic
In the late evening of Saturday the 18th of January, I downloaded at the bar the show of Megyn Kelly of the 17th, the last one of the week before she flew to Washington D.C. to take part in the events she first mentioned in the first minutes of her program : A last Donald Trump rally for Sunday the 19th and the inauguration ceremony followed by a military parade for the next day on Monday the 20th.
The military parade was the element that got me concerned the most as I imagined there would be some sort of military showcase in the outdoors, soldiers in line marching down the streets of the capital alongside jeeps and tanks and other military vehicles — what a parade is supposed to be, but what it wasn’t for instance, having been just an indoor concert at the capitol’s building, still quite uncertain about what was really planned on my side before the events taking place.
After having listened to the show a couple of times, as it was now around half past midnight on the 19th in Italy as I went back to the bar just being closed, I posted a comment on Megyn’s Facebook page : « Please be careful at the events, especially outdoors », leaving a link to the Post about the dream I’ve had just 4 days earlier on Wednesday the 15th. I also hesitated to mention Robert Kennedy Jr. in the comment, who was somehow mentioned in the dream, but I told myself that if nothing happened I would have looked like an idiot even in the mind of few people and regardless of my absence of public image.
The events ended up going well during the week of Trump’s inauguration from Monday the 20th to Sunday the 26th.
So I was left wondering what the dream could have been about and if the accidental event I’ve witnessed in it was for a later date…
Which it ended up being, apparently… And sooner than later…
Bombardier CRJ701ER wreckage in the Potomac River | Taylor Bacon, U.S. Coast Guard
On Wednesday the 29th, a « 1 in a 150.000 chance » accident happened in obscure circumstances late at night : A military helicopter on a training exercice crossed an airline corridor at the wrong time and collided violently with a commercial airplane about to land at the Ronald Raegan airport in the U.S. capital, the wreckage of both engines lost in the Potomac River. It was first evoked the possibility of the crash to have been a deliberate action from the helicopter’s pilot, but the audio recordings of the Black boxes rather indicated that the pilot in question was clueless about the distance between the two engines because of the night vision googles the soldiers were using aboard the blindsided Black Hawk flying by night.
I distincly remember of Megyn Kelly’s stupefaction at the start of her 30th of January show (Episode 996, that I can’t find any longer) (like in the one of the 17th of July, where she almost identified herself as a category 4 hurricane because of me) (Episode 1110 ⇱) as she was still in Washington D.C., featuring some of the same guests she would invite seven months later after the revelations of the crash of the flight AI-171.
Not only did I warned her about a potential accident while she just arrived on the spot on the 17th or the 18th : She was about to take her return flight on the 31st, less than 48 hours after the crash.
In the wake of the accident, I was left with doubts about the dream’s validity, weighing it’s meaning for months despite it’s roughly depicted « deadly explosive accident » that looked like it was caused deliberately in order to forewarn about an accident rather than a terrorist attack for example. And there could have been an indication of an aerial or gravitational factor since the explosive device was thrown « up in the air » before landing in the grass or the « wild », along the presence of the ex-soldier-looking man wearing black « aviator » glasses who was the one to be injured the most in the footage — as if he would have been « designated » not by accident. But I still can’t really appreciate insights using symbolical elements like this, just like the one with the ornamented elephants : Why some precognitive dreams can’t be more straight to the point is a genuinely frustrating problematic or question.
A small detail about the explosive device : I wrote for convenience that it was a hand grenade given it’s a type of weapon that ignites upon collision with a surface, but what I really saw was something bigger and rather shaped like a long brick, an object more smiliar to a black C4 charge.
For the riots part that preceeded the video footage about the accident : I haven’t heard « students strikes » in the dream, but the rebellous event I briefly saw made me think of a mix of students protests and the Yellow Vests ones that happened in « acts » as I sensed it was as well in the dream. Few days earlier on the 2nd of January, I also had a dream about riots taking place in the town I grew up in France and this one was much more telling — I shouldn’t have deleted it’s Post since it most likely was about the celebratory riots all across the country after the Paris Saint Germain victory on the 1st of June. So maybe the « second act » that I sensed in the dream with the French news anchor was like a « reminder » of these riots I’ve already had a good insight of 13 days earlier.
![Students Strikes & Grenade Accident [P.S.II]](https://felicitenivea.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/01/62e940e4-b0ca-441f-98e1-3d7402f5655c.jpg?w=1200)
Withering childhood
It was the rawest piece of information I’ve been led to see for myself in a dream so far…
Reading the precise date that I would read the news about the passing of my matenal grand-mother the morning of the 28th of April few minuts before 07:30 AM, while I was waiting on the terrace of the closed bar for the grocery store of my village to open as I was dying myself from hunger since I ate nothing the day before and only two small packs of potato chips and a cookie the one even before (I don’t do food stocks at home, or else I vaporize everything…), in my dream of the 30th of March 2025 that woke me up at almost exactly 04:00 AM.
I didn’t fall back asleep after it : I noted the dream down on my Android tablet, waited in the bed, took a shower around 06:00 and went at the bar as soon as it opened at 07:30, where I created the Post at ease with something to eat and drink, a hot chocolate with one or two croissants, while in the warm inside.
Since the dream involved gendarmerie officiers, I was expecting to be subjected to some problems with French authorities towards the fateful date because of my complicated situation, having moved to Italy nearly five years ago at the time of the dream, now five years nearly day to day.
Instead I got this news suddenly. And the last time I’ve been told about my grand-mother’s health was in 2022 after she had an accident at her house (she fell, somehow) that required some people, nurses probably, to take care of her as I’ve been explained by e-mail.
So it was a dry and bitter news for me. Not entirely unexpected however since I had two other dreams before this one as explained in the corresponding Post Scriptum ; yet I didn’t want to believe that my grand-mother would die after these, and I just omitted them, shunning their meaning and importance. And I took the later one with the enveloppe and the paper with the date, in spite of it’s writting done by my mother in « small trembling blue letters » indicating a « mandatory thing I had to go through myself » once more, as a warning for something else, almost like the dream about the hurricane Helene, if not anything at all.
Just a random concern waiting to be dismissed and forgotten about, that I’ll instead always remember, marked in my mind for life like the morning my grand-mother introduced me to Felicia in this distant yet atemporal dream.
After the passing of my maternal grand-father in 2007, I also had few dreams of him where I was at his side in the living room of their house. And he looked strange, in a way I never saw him alive, badly shaved, looking at me with a slightly unhappy stare as if he drunk too much hours before, knowing he died during an operation for problems caused by alcohol that I never suspected before his death (even with an oxygen device), sat at the wide table in the living room by the place we used to set the Christmas tree in the middle of it by the french doors, once with the neighbor (Alysée’s grand-father) who passed away in 2010. But I was rather happy myself in these dreams and didn’t understand why he looked so moody like this…
Few days before the one of my paternal grand-mother in August of 2013, I also had a dream of her where she just said « Giustizia » (Justice) to me. Not sure what kind of justice it was about, but I may have an idea even tho she went away, like my maternal grand-father, during an operation as she smoke too much on her side. And my paternal grand-father is the only one I’ve never had any dream of, somehow ; he suffered a heart attack almost exactly one year after in September 2014, with no dream having forewarned whatsowever of this sudden event.
Cathédrale de Bayeux | EHNE
![Army Talks & An Enveloppe [P.S.]](https://felicitenivea.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/03/1000000856.jpg?w=1000)
Awaken ?
(a small parenthesis)
The wave of forewarning dreams I’ve had since the one of December 2023 ⇱ seem to have started around my first trip to Okinawa the same month, where I had the opportunity to visit the ex-Felicia Church wedding hall on the 19th (I think the resort’s manager, a woman older and slightly taller than me, appreciated me…), and the Okuma resort for the most part on the northern part of the isolated island in Kunigami, having overlooked Naha city that I visited only during an unorganized second trip a month later in January 2024.
I haven’t spoken about it on the blog yet, but I wanted to go to Okinawa only for this wedding hall that wore her name since it’s opening in 2013, until it changed (now called « A simple church lit by the color of the sunlight » in Japanese — quite a long and abstract sentence more than a name…) along the management company sometime in 2022, after a temporal closure on the 31st of December 2019 — change of denomination I only knew at the last moment by contacting by e-mail a tourist information center in Naha, and the resort and the hall managers by chat and e-mail respectively, as I was about to take my last flight to Japan in late November 2023.
Only then I started to consider Felicia as an elder sister…. And very deeply so… Something I didn’t dare to assume and embrace until then…
While in Toyama during a 3 weeks stay in the city between these two trips to Okinawa, I then had my second dream of Felicia after 21 years of radio silence. Then in April 2024 once back to Italy, she seemingly gave another sign in the white light setting to show me that she didn’t know about the tattoo of her name I’ve just had on my right hand few days earlier. And the same month I had the dream of Donald Trump sometime after the last eclipse in the U.S. (it was the first time I had a dream about him), but I can’t remember what day since I wasn’t holding a blog like a dreams journal at this time.
Then one year later in April 2025, she somehow manifested in a way that made me wear her skin while both of us riding a self-driving car, looking down a boy who was some sort of alternative version of myself as a teenager with a bowl haircut I stopped having after the age of 7 for a good while (until 19 when I started to feel good in my skin again if I remember correctly), who she made a seemingly serious proposition. And I had this dream just 9 days after the one about the enveloppe with the « 28th of April » written on it — exactly 19 days before the passing of my grand-mother, coincidentally… (8th – 27th)
The fact that she felt « annoyed » about something in this dream could also have indicated that she seem to have known about what’s coming when it came to my grand-mother’s passing — if it wasn’t about some annoyance for something else, not to say my difficult past in my own country, who knows…
Is there a link between herself coming back to me and this serie of incredible insights ? What if she was just my future self who can sense things from afar ?
Or an indeed very fusional elder sister playing tricks on me ? (She proved herself to be the later so far…)
Awaken artwork for Breaking Benjamin
| Kevin Moore, Soft Surrogate
Ride The Lightning
![Airplane Crash in a Canyon [P.S.IV]](https://felicitenivea.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/06/grand-canyon.webp?w=1200)
As it’s always the case with this kind of « microcosmic duplicatas » of events yet to come : After having dreamt of a lodge with a façade made of rocks located in a canyon in the U.S. being destroyed by a plane I was on board myself to my shortly lived last moment of oniric despair, I wasn’t expecting a lodge with a façade made of rocks located in a canyon in the U.S. to end up being destroyed by a wildfire conveniently named « Dragon Bravo » — almost for another kind of flying creature or object like a metallic bird…
In the early afternoon of the 15th of July, I was using my laptop at the bar for as long as the battery could last on it’s own, or about an hour and half, to browse the internet on the terrace until I pulled out my Android tablet for additional browsing time : And like a messenger bird from a distant country flying at my table with an important piece of paper attached to it’s paw, the news just poped on an otherwise empty notifications tab, thanks to the « Silent notifications » built-in feature of the device giving important news through the Google apps every now and then.
Sadly, I forgot to take a screenshot in the moment as I instantly Googled the event in my disconcert and silent excitement, but according to my internet browsing history on that date it was most likely a link titled « Dozens of structures, including the Grand Canyon Lodge, lost in the Dragon Bravo Fire ⇱ » and was a video from the 12 News Youtube channel, that I haven’t watched since I instead looked after textual resources and photographs of the lodge for the Post Scriptum to be written right way.
Furthermore, precisely 36 hours before the news came to me, as I wrote the first P.S. of the Post of the related dream the night of the 14th of July around 01:00 AM after the same bar closed — it was hence past 04:00 PM on the 13th in Arizona as the lodge was just engulfed by the ruthless wildfire —, I was wondering if the dream in question was about the sudden floods in Texas that occured the same day the Dragon Bravo fire was ignited on 4th of July…
In fact I ask myself if the devastating heavy weather in Texas had anything to do with the formation of thunder in Arizona, or if it was distinct weather systems arising independently at the same time in both nearly neighbor States, given the wildfire was started by a lightning strike…
Dragon Bravo Fire’s ashes in the distance | Sean Parker Photo
One that has never occured in almost a century since the construction of the Grand Canyon Lodge in 1927.
Grand Canyon Lodge (circa 1928) | NPS Photo
Why have I dreamt of this mere architectural yet historic element, rather than the floods that cost a few hundred of lives, is quite puzzling however. Like for the dream about the hurricane Helene, I could have been warned about this natural disaster and share some words about it, but for some reason my brain « didn’t like » floods, neither wildfires, hurricanes aside, and generated something rather sparse, yet as incredibly telling as a « 28th of April » for the lodge part, and perhaps the airplane’s fuel problem and crash part that already took place for real, interestingly.
On a side note, I’ve noticed that both the Grand Canyon Lodge, as a structure which creation dated back a century ago, and the Dragon Bravo fire having lasted two months to reach apocalyptic proportions by the middle of it’s lifespan, were considered « Historic ».
Are some events still « too unforeseeable » even for this type of dreams ? Does it matter how much public awareness and media attention they should get ? Do my brain picks the elements on it’s own like on a color palette according to what I am familiar with and not much else ? Is there eventually some external force or intelligence weavering these dreams ? (At least I can say Felicia seems to have fun with this from time to time now…)
For the crash and the « fuel problem » part of the dream, if it really was related to the chilling event I knew nothing about for more than a month : I was then informed about the crash of the Flight AI-171 on the 18th of July through Megyn Kelly’s show of the 17th. (Again, big delay between U.S. and Italy’s timezones, and I don’t use the internet outside at night so often.) Given the crash occured on the 12th of June and Megyn was on vacation in France at this time — I was in Aosta myself between the 16th and the 20th, and I haven’t left home a lot the days before —, her show being the only news source I was watching then, the existence of this mass-causalties event completely flew over my head, while it was undoubtedly « advertized » as little as possible by authorities in India besides the viral video of the only survivor of the crash walking away from the wreckage towards the end of the runway. It is however interesting to note once more that I had this dream as the Black boxes data were extracted at the AAIB laboratory on the 25th to the 26th of June.
One last simple parallel I would draw between the lodge and the airplane crash : I had no awareness of the existence of both the structure and the event before the dream, my everyday thoughts neither directed at Arizona or India in any way shape or form.
Prognoza vremena katastrofe (Weather forecast of catastrophies)
(Yes, I started to learn Bosnian for some reason…)
Nora Šahinpašić (circa 2023), OBN Televizija
In consequence, considering how relevant the Dreams Journal turned out to be with these few forewarning insights I’ve had in just a year, the perspective of writing about anything less than these ominous visions of the night (or morning, rather) feel evermore out of place to me, and in spite of myself when it comes to casual and impersonal stuff I’d like to eventually delve in : Even perfectly free to expand about anything I may have interest in on a blog, I’m left with the passive unwillingness to create content about arts and entertainment when so far it’s been all about catastrophies and death for the Dreams Journal.
It’s like I’m tied to not share any kind of fun stuff on my blog now… Thanks, dreams…
One thing I do not wish however is for myself to be mistaken for an illuminated one with this type of content, that I refuse to label as « Spiritual » or « Esoteric » as it most likely would be otherwise and wrongly in my sense : I personally see these terms and concepts as respectively illusory and delusional, void of any concrete substance that can only be the study of altered states of consciousness and what lies beneath.
In my sense this kind of dreams should be considered an isolated part of a broader phenomenon that I wish I could lay down what I thought about it so far on paper.
(High brain frequencies eventually condense / slows « time » down, while low brain frequencies extends / dilate it as the equally dilated psyche eventually projects itself through some kind of cosmic fields and waves during sleep. But the precognitive phenomenon wouldn’t be confined to the Delta state, neither limited to simply « predict the future » which is a high-level way to describe something obviously more profound.)
A scientific approach would be the only one to decrypt what precognitive dreams really are, obviously ; and would I simply qualify my own dreams as indeed small scientific curiosities since I do not consider them as some sort of gift or superpower despite the overwhelming accuracy of my latest ones.
Not content creator
The arts and videogames sections are left vacant since a good while now : I don’t know what to make for them, in particular for the later category for which I’m losing interest little by little. I don’t plan to make retrogaming an appeal for the blog, and my general culture is non-existant for art as a whole as I tend to prefer personal or obscure works not made for general audiences. I’m just looking forward to create courses, guides or tips for 3D modeling and sculpting in anatomy, something more useful than just a set of references, once my level allows it.
As for the Diary, I renamed it as Notes given Diary sounded like a rather intimate type of document for a section that I don’t want to be entirely personal. I’ll eventually add a sub-categories menu in order to make it more like the blog part it’s supposed to be.
And I’m still struggling to find a definitive design for all of this, experimenting in dribs and drabs since last year.
félicité nivea 