September 14, 2014

I am a child, maybe 13 years old. I am standing outside with my father. We are outside of a large sprawling wooden building. Other people are there going about their business. Suddenly I feel fear: they are coming. Everyone starts running towards the building, my father yells, "

Dream Russian agents who under orders from Putin are to capture a remote viewer. They do so and take him to Russia where he meets Putin.

Putin has made plans to use remote viewers to aid in making plans for making a nuclear attack on Europe and the United States. One aspect of the planning involves probable future outcomes by a given scenario. Two Russian women are present and are part of the startegic planning group. One of the women's name is Natalie. After a while they let the captive remote viewer secretively go home. But not to stay as they sneak the person back into his home country to visit a close family member. Then return him back to Russia.

I am in a field hospital tent moving from patient to patient asking for their phone numbers. I'm looking for a specific number. I hear a sound that would be made if a BIG rock was dropped to the ground from several feet up. I look up to see a firefighter in full gear emerge from a set of swinging doors backlit by a bright white light. The firefighter looks like he's been battling a blaze.

I am in a bus with a friend from work. The scene looks more like that of an underground passenger train tunnel with a bus on the tracks. There is only the two of us. I'm wearing a backpack, a white shirt and jeans. The bus has stopped. She asks the driver where I need to go to catch the bus to the bus terminal because I am leaving the city. I leave the bus heading for the location the driver gave us. The friend stays behind.

2014 September 13, AM

Raven


Intention: How matters concerning the galactic core fit into headlines coming in the next two weeks of September, 2014

I start as an observer, there is a big cube or box. From a distance it seems it's massive, like a square moon. I shift to the cube but now it is a big structure or huge building type thing made of of many thousand units. I think of it being like "Lego" blocks. Each block is a separate place-city-culture-world maybe. When I get to the main office section to ask where we are going, (I am now a participant in the dream) I look for a bulletin board for a schedule and calendar. There is an archer walking around a ledge on the perimeter of the room (probably an incubated metaphor as I am a Sagittarian as well as it being the core location) and he shows me a clock on the floor says 6:22 and tells me "it's there because you needed it, it's of no use here" and it was gone again. I asked for "the calendar" and he didn't understand what I was saying and replied "This is the kitchen". I was in another area, I was carrying a large, closed umbrella. There are people milling around. I try to find a spot to hang the umbrella up but the walls are too far away. Someone says you can't tell, it doesn't stop long enough to recognize it and greet it. I'm asking "greet who?" but no one hears me. I'm in the way there. I hear "we need more cooks. We can't bake without bakers. Someone has to also cook so we can bake." I don't remember all the words but it was going between cooks and bakers (people in white). It wasn't urgent but said just as a fact with no consequence. I was in another spot then, no walls, changing scenes and colors. There are boxes and boxes of packets of sewing patterns. I ask out loud which ones we are using now and something says none of them, these are the patterns they tried already. It's a history and they don't work anymore. I'm in a big stone factory building now with machines, some are sewing I think it must be interesting to see what comes out the other end. I hear bells or chimes that wake me up.

Don't remember them all but some stand out

In the home of a very well to do man and his family, lives near water, seaside, also saw lots of trees, at once both seeming tropical, and yet noted pines around.

When I looked out the window-sliding doors to what looked like the rear of the house to a long paved driveway - well manicured it was pouring, monsoon like rain and I heard people around me comment on how rare the rain was, and at this time of year in particular - in general the message that I got was that this rain was rare and unusual . . .

Later in the same house I think - I was again looking out of what appeared to be the rear of the home - and this time it appeared very tropical, there were children playing outside, a play area to the right, and to the left lots of lush foliage, with very large, oversized leaves, and on these leaves were these lizard looking creatures, large, aligatorish-lizard looking and I was concerned for the kids safety and the person talking said something like oh, there is nothing to worry about, they are friendly. I looked at them from a distance and they almost seemed to be smiling. I commented to the person-man (?) that they reminded me of some kind of creature from a B grade scifi movie that my husband and I watched . . .

Later on the scene shifted to being someplace else that was tropical like, and It was near a beach, deep water, and I had asked if there was a beach that I could actually walk on because the beaches around us seemed to be eroded, and the sand dropped off into deep water almost immediately, so that there was no where to walk. Later there was a place to walk but it was separated by the high water

I then became aware that there were people around us that were "

I went to bed with the intention of dreaming about a headline that would come to pass in the next few weeks.

This dream is a mix of images and metaphors so I'm not sure how to interpret it so I'll just state what happened in the dream as I remember it.

The first element I remember was that a large contingent of my family was playing a pickup game of football. This was the generation of my family of which I am the youngest so we are talking players between the ages of 45 to 65. Even though it was a pickup game, I was not selected to play in the game and I was watching from what would have been the 50 yard line. The team to my left included my sister Annette (currently proceeding with a divorce) and the team to my right included my brother-in-law of 30+ years. Annette's team had scored 2 times and was leading 14-0.

For some reason, I entered the game (maybe someone got injured?) and I was asked to play on the team that was already trailing. As I entered the game, it seemed to morph into a hybrid of soccer and football. Almost as soon as I entered the game, I was faced with the ball lying on the ground with the other team charging towards me. My sister who was closest to me said something like, "

I'm at a base again looking for a bank. For some reason, I have my guitar and case strapped to my back, but the strap is now tearing away from the case. This is metaphoric for me personally. I'm walking around and get instructions to drive to the right a mile and then all the way back for 2 miles to find the bank. There is something in between us that is forcing me to go all the way around...a river? I don't remember.

I drive around and get close to the area that I was told it would be. It's not there. I see another building that could be a bank. I step inside everyone is about to leave for the day. I stop them and ask about this bank, and they point to an area that back on the "other side." I ask how to get there, and they just point. It looks like a public park from afar. I don't see anything that looks like a bank. I look down and notice that I'm carrying a pistol. Why did I bring that into the bank, and why hasn't anyone said anything?

It is so far that somehow I know that I need to fly to get there on time. I find myself in a cessna putzing along really slow. Fighters are passing me. I really hope they see me. Maybe I should descend a bit. Suddenly I find myself in a fighter squadron again. I'm going back into the AF. Everything seems normal, and I'm preparing to give my speech. I'm confident. I know everyone will like it. I will begin in January 2015.

We were on a mountain top. It was snowing. Everyone was there. Everyone was connected. There was a giant water slide that went down the moutain and into the sea. There were people all around it all down the mountain side. They were engaging with each other. They were watching people ride. They were in line waiting for their turn. At the very top people were walking around and socializing. Everyone was there for the slide. I was with a friend. She was in high spirits. There was a box with benches to my left. people were sitting at watching. this is where they were waiting for someone. They were waiting for the people they would take the ride with. I saw my love. I saw his big smile and my heart was overcome with joy for being reuinted. he met my eyes and got up to meet me. I started jumping over fences and benches to cut thru to him. he hadn't realized and was walking thru the path to the door. I quickly jumped back over the benches and emraced him. He seemed happy but was more business than pleasure. he still smiled as he asked me if I've found a seat in line. He is getting a little more loving and tells me to go and find a place and to tell him when I have found our spot. That he will join me there and will wait in the box until I do. I returned to my freind. I was being informed that the slide was a mass suicide slide. Everyone was there to ride and die. We leaned over a railing and I watched as a group of people bolted down the slide together into the dark blue icy ocean. I realized it was the actual freezing water that would presume fatal. My heart raced at the idea of the suffering. I woundered about survivors and immediatly saw people swimming/being pushed back to shore and the spectators closest rushing to the beach to pull them out and warm them up. They chose not to let it take them. I decided I wouldn't do it. Someone standing near (a face I recognized from an earlier part of the dream unrecalled) standing with two more individuals was eavsdropping as I told my friend I wasn't going to be riding. They came over and the one with my attention introduced himself by holding mine and my friend's hand. They pierced me with their eyes and I can feel the difference in mine and his touch to his and my friends. I act as a reciever and hers had no current. He jokes asking "you don't like me?" with a laugh. Our energy doesn't lie. The two females with him are now addressing me and asking me questions. The dominant one informing me that she likes (platonically) me and if I like (romantically) her friend she will not like me because it is a mark of my character. I ignore her and entertain the smaller more submissive one who resembles a childhood innocent. She seems very pleased with me. We decide to leave together. Later I am approaching them at what seems to be a forest cafe. A secret and seclussive place. I notice there are others there. Survivors of the slide and others who chose not to ride. I ask the group if my love had taken it. They said he had. Nothing mattered anymore. I cared for nothing. I left them with out saying goodbye. I had no desires to interact with them any longer. I tried going back in hopes of finding my love. images of him in lost flodding my eyes. I ended up on the side of the cafe. Trees, snow and darkness. To my left I can see the back patio of the cafe. People laughing and enjoying each other. It looks warm and inviting... but I don't seem to be able to get back in. I didn't have anywhere to go but I knew I had to go somewhere. So I started climbing the trees. I knew which branches to hold onto to get to the next tree. I went higher and higher and further and further away from the cabin and away from everyone. My dream ended with me holding onto a strong branch. My left foot and a broken limb. My right positioned between a branch and the trees trunk.

After I awoke, I sat and thought of my dream. I let myself slip back into sleep.

I'm in "my" living room. Its an apartment. White and minimal. I have friends over. Someone is at the door. Its an old friend and she has brought two friends. One is a dominant blonde and the other looks like the submissive from my dream earlier. She is introduced as Jesse. I already knew her name as it was said. I told her I knew I was going to meet her and that I had a dream about her. She is happy. I decided not to tell her the details for fear of upsetting her. Her friend starts to talk to me about her ideas on dreams and what she thinks they mean. She is aggressive and contradictory to my beliefs but I know that it doesn't matter. Her opinions are based off of her perspective of dreams. My other friend starts to play her electrical guitar without an amp and I tell her that I have my accoustic if she wants to try it. She asks about my music and I tell her I've been working on it but that its not progressing much. I go to grab my guitar and the submissive sweet girl follows me and sees into "my room". I can feel that she sees and accepts me when she looks into my room and we are connected. Once she is away from her more close minded friend I can let my guard down and have a real connection with a kind soul. My dream recall stops here.

I was playing tennis at night and had not been playing more than 5 minutes when the grip of my racket began to unravel and I had to stop playing. I also noticed that my racket had broken at the neck so I had to quit playing. Then the dream changed to a restaurant or possibly a bar in a restaurant. I walked into this place and was going to get a cup of coffee. There were 2 white men who looked to be identical twins who were both dressed in white. They were obviously drunk. Also there was a woman there with a burly white man and this man was not drinking. The 2 men dressed in white got into an argument and an altercation with the burly white guy and the burly man took both men down in self-defense. While down someone else came over and picked up one of the twins by the skin of the back and moved him. I recall that there was an excessive amount of loose skin on this guy's back as the skin stretched a great deal. The other drunk twin was passed out and slumped over sitting in a chair, breathing heavily. Both of these twins in white were bloodied up. Then the burly white guy said that he wanted to go to church. Then the twin in the chair began waking up. Next, I see that the drunk twin in the chair was standing up over th burly white guy who at the time was on his back. The drunk twin had removed his white clothes and was now dressed in black clothes. He had a small black pistol pointed at the burly guy's chest. The woman was screaming that this guy was going to kill her. I recall thinking that the police should be called. I also was thinking how to subdue this guy and get the gun out of his hand. I was actually thinking about ways to do this.

I was in some strange house / hotel...coundn't tell which. Family was staying there. It must have been akin to a military base because it had all sorts of buidling next to it with all kinds of ammenities. At night I was in a labratory, and discussing something with someone, but I forget what we were talking about because I saw sparks coming out of my laptop. I picked it up and turned it over...OH MY GOSH...there are flames coming out of the bottom! For some reason, it wouldn't disconnect from the electricity. I finally cut the cord and the fire stopped.

But now I couldn't get online, and I spent what seemed like hours wandering around "the base" looking for an internet connection. Lots of mini adventures in there, such as looking for a bathroom for what seemed like hours and carrying all my bags and belongings on a hotel dolly from one place on the base to another. Very strange and exhausting dream!