Vision: Controlled Thunderbolts

I was sitting on the stairs by the main entrance to my ex-high school. It was a sunny day. A known person came and sat beside me. I used to see him at my University. He said he wants to give me a present, and it was a calculator. I replied, it is very kind of him, but he already gave me a calculator last year.

He took the calculator out of his handbag anyway. There was some kind of handle connected to it. I suspected it was an electromagnetic field measurement device. I could see the numbers on the calculator screen changing rapidly. I wondered why and looked around.

Far back at the horizon I noticed black clouds gathering and a storm coming up. I invited everyone around me to observe this phenomenon. Soon afterwards, we observed how huge blasts of thunderbolts were coming down on the city and burned it down. I understood it was a weather control example and we started to think about our evacuation.

I was about to move to the underground emergency facilities together with the others but I heard someone calling my name from outside. I ran towards the voice. It kept calling. As I ran closer, I was able to recognize the voice of Kazimieras. I still could not see him because there was some kind of construction obstacles on my way.

Darkness was falling from the sky; the signs of storm coming up started to show off. There was a sensation of terror and evil all over the place. Finally, I found my friend. His face was changed; it looked younger, slimmer as if he was starving for a week or so. We fell into each other arms happy with tears. Then he showed me his hands – they we deformed because of the thunderbolt strike. He told me how that happened. There was also another young woman listening to his story.

He was at a grocery store hiding from the storm with other people when the thunder stroke. All of the people in there were soaked in rain and there were so many of them that they could not avoid touching each other; so when the thunder stroke everybody was shaking in agony because the electrical current was running right through them. It was a perfect human electrical circuit.

When he finished his story we stood under a massive bridge and waited for the storm to calm down.