There was a series of dream incidents that cropped up on me one after the other, something about the impending rise of a moon that is soaked red, full, and bright. Night sky and everything in its glow also red. It told me of six possible seals that could unleash the wrath of an angry moon.
The first described to me was a tragic loss will happen and a discovery shouldn't be made at sunrise. This would mean that a dearly close one will be gone from the world and shouldn't be found whilst the sun is rising. Unfortunately, as early as the first day of the invasion, after being thrown off into some alley with the beautiful sun clearly shown rising, the dispatcher radios in that there is in fact a discovery, and the first seal was destined to pass. The second then shows a meeting place where all three clans are about ready to embolden ties once more and agree to stop making arguments, however, it says that a high-profile meeting should not occur at the coming of fate. Since the clans are simply no less than barbaric, yet honorable seekers of justice against injustice, S.W.A.T. teams and the whole department descended on them, thwarting the meeting, but eventually driven off unlike anything they ever seen, and thus the second seal was destined to pass.
The third describes a rather eerie scenario that befits the countryside arc, an emigration will take place, which shows me being taken all the way to some remote town near a mountain, and fast forwarding to the part where the real emigration to the next major city to start anew is how the third seal will pass. The fourth describes a series of alien-hunting missions to find the missing relic that is the catalyst of the invasion long kept secret by the military along with a prototype power armor that is cutting-edge beyond imagination that not even standard Kevlar vests could hope to withstand against, and a $60 million portable vehicle. By taking all three of these things, the secret military base will be shut down completely, relieving the general public throughout the country of ever having to tell the same stories about it ever again, the fourth seal comes to pass.
The fifth seal describes the raid on a carrier near the bay with the intent on soaring "the spiteful hydra" against three other hydras, the Cerberus Squad. On the way to the carrier, the bottom of the sky will turn red as a forewarning of the final seal amid a thunderstorm. Once the Cerberus Squad is down, along with the flotilla of spy ships, the fifth seal then is passed.
And finally, the sixth seal foretells a mass rebellion and full-scale attack against authority when the moon phase is full, the prophecy then goes full circle, the aforementioned blood-soaked moon, red water reflection, night sky turning eerie red, people losing all of their humanity to fight against corrupt authorities, uniting themselves against corruption, and if I'm somehow unlucky enough to treat them very badly will also unite themselves to take me out too with no chance of hospitalization, because public buildings can't operate normally if there's so much as a state of emergency. And not to forget that the prophecy itself also involves some punishment should too much of embracing death or closing of slammers occur before fulfillment that I'll never be deemed chosen ever again. These are six separate dreams on six different nights.
The next dream after the foretelling then puts me on Day 1, the beginning of the prophecy, and already about to set out on the journey, the first seal was already passed. I was expecting everything to be just normal. Clear skies, the sun is shining, vehicles and birds chirping, etc. Despite the obvious air quality degradation, I was reminded that a close one of mine has passed, so I head for the source of the passing, and although no such discovery is found, the historical memories started flashing back at me, of all the things good and bad in rapid succession. Then I heard some footsteps from the kitchen, and was about ready to defend myself but instead greeted warmly with a bit of happiness and then sadness. Not realizing that this is something much bigger than just a single death, but unaware if I should take it so seriously, I should head over to the cemetery for the processing, but came way too late and my ignorance of the dead is a grave disrespect to my clan.
If I wanted to redeem myself, I should find its killer and bring my close one some much needed peace in the afterlife, but no sooner than taking my eyes off at the impending danger about to unfold before me a hostile clan sworn to destroy about to take potshots at us, so we took cover and dashed about the wealthy districts in anything less than a durable four-door car, rather on something that is eco-friendly and familiar. I expected a bit of road rage coming from behind in a relentless attempt to get on top of me personally as if I'm their highest priority target, a hit perhaps. So, I dodged as best I could through many back alleys and shortcuts I never even knew existed until they finally give themselves up because they ran out of fuel. Suffice to say, there's going to be a lot of work to do to get my clan back up to strength, and I'm finally able to get inside the two-story house to see if I can get my hands on an AE1 upstairs and start looking out for potential waves of invaders trying to infect the general population without getting myself infected in the process. Then it ends the dream from there.
The last dream as of now was from last night is me getting further into delving deep into the mysterious phenomenon behind the invasion, working with various contacts that would take me days to find more clues and capturing more invaders with my trusty AE1 before realizing I'm nearly out of film roll and have to scavenge for more. By that time, various clans all over the city vie for control and I have to step in to shed blood on our rivals, which isn't really going to help me solving out the invasion peacefully, as more dead bodies means a speedier path to seeing the dreaded blood moon. The more societal harm I cause, the more punishing the consequences, as well as tighter safeguards from local authorities. Since I'm not meant to be that bloodthirsty even in the dream, I would try alternative methods that would still lead to dead bodies, but not having me as the culprit. And with that, my clan leader became happy enough with my creative efforts I'm ready to meet them up with two other clans to pipe down on the blood feuds and rekindle ties, but not before the second seal comes to passing God forbid, and we fought with tooth and nail just to live another day. And so, that concludes my series of dreams.