A young blond man has just left a school gym after a workout heading for a shower. For some reason, the showers were in the hallway and for some reason, the hallway looked like the hallway by the gym where I work (in Canada). The showers didn't look like showers; they looked like air locks and the guy was hesitating to use one although the door was open and beckoning. In other words, there may be a problem with the plumbing in the Kiniseology building today or maybe a lockdown because of a threat of some kind emanating from the male shower room. This could also be a remnant from having passed by the gym (in that hallway) this week and/or watching Extant last night.

September 10, 2014

Early evening

Water again. Water is everywhere, people are forced to find whatever they can stand on because there is so little land. Pieces of broken society poke up from the water in places and people stand on whatever is available. People sometimes just swim around. There is no water to drink because it is all ocean. People are thirsty. I am an observer. I notice one woman has an idea. I can tell because of the exaggerated "

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, "

Early AM, September 10/2014
My intention was to view headlines or witness headline making events in the area of religious upheaval or spiritual enlightenment that would occur in the remaining days of September. As usual lately, the incubated dream was disjointed and highly metaphoric. There was obviously some waking residue as seen in the date that was presented within the dream. I've been away from most news and media for the past several days but the "9/11" connotation has become deeply ingrained in our modern culture.
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I'm heading home, on foot. I had bought a saw of some kind and it was going to be delivered later that day. I stopped at the house at the bottom of the road and was speaking to a blonde neighbor there about the "changing season". While I was there, an old beat up, small truck stopped next to us and they asked where they were. The said they were travelling north. I told them that the direction they were going was south. They said the town they had come from and I told them that yes, that town is north of the valley, the mountain they are coming up here is to the south of the valley and they were heading south on this road. They laughed at me a little, nodded in a condescending way with a smile and said ooooh, you are talking the old way from before the change. Now this is north and that is south. I said oh, okay, and asked them to forgive my old ways. I asked them where they were going and they told me they were delivering a special cutting saw to the house up on the mountain. I was happy then and told them "oh, it is me you are looking for! It's my saw and you are looking for my house!" The driver of the truck told me "

Dream: Dream started with my being in what a looked like a compound. There were men and women there that looked like they were getting ready for a battle.

The next scene I am riding in a vehicle with people from the compound. We are on our way to our assignment. Each of us has a different assignment for the night.

The next scene I am walking in what looks like a warehouse district. Up ahead of me I see a young woman, maybe in her early 20's. She is what we refer to as "

Unfortunately, I forgot much of this dream, but here's the pieces I recall

The day was sunny and warm (70's). I was outside with a small group of people working on some type of project, I don't recall the specifics. I did not recognize the area, seemed rather flat, perhaps small hills, only observed 1 large building (reminded me of an old college building), the rest was open land.

We were dressed casually, jeans and t-shirts or other short sleeved knit shirts. As part of the effort, 2 of the young ladies took some piece of the project and moved it away from the others. I felt like they moved it down a slight incline to a flat concrete area perhaps 50 feet away from the others. The two young ladies appeared to be about 20 years old, give or take a couple years. Both were slim, Caucasian, with brown hair. One had her hair loose, to her shoulders, the other had shoulder length wavy hair pulled back and secured with an elastic band at the upper back of her head, and resembled Keira Knightley (Pirates of the Caribbean movie).

The two were crouched down on the concrete working on the project, when suddenly, a huge amount of white suds ensued. They continued to work, but when I turned around and observed this, I became very alarmed, and yelled that they needed to rinse off immediately as the suds were dangerous (caustic). The words that went through my head were borac, boric, borax., some 'b' word. One had very little exposure to the suds, the other (Keira), was covered with suds, including her head and around her eyes. She seemed quite stunned when I yelled, and didn't move. The other girl moved quickly to a large brick multi-storied building perhaps 100 feet away, and found an outdoor faucet and started to strip and rinse. I do not recall what 'Keira' did, or if the others hustled her off for rinsing.

I then woke up from my dream, and thought darned, that had nothing to do with 'covered in white', then I thought over the dream again and realized the suds are white.

I tried to get back into the dream, to determine 'who what where'.

The word 'Ro' flashed in my mind and it changed into 'Roche'. It appeared on a brown wooden laser cut board edged in medium colored blue; I think the letters were the same color of blue.

I continued to try to get back into the dream. The name 'Catherine' flashed in my mind.

Again tried. What I thought was a location name flashed in my mine, unfortunately I cannot remember the name. I think it was '--XX', meaning 2 letters followed by xx and then more letters.

Also heard 'time will kill', and I assume that meant the suds were somehow poisonous.

I was in an old house that was familiar as if it were famous. It was as if I was touring it, but it was more like an inspection. I was told that the cabinets had been refinished, the counter tops, floors, and lighting redone. I felt very annoyed and irritated about this. As I moved through the house, I began looking at everything up close. This is when I noticed that everything was fake. The cabinets had been cover with a cheap materual, the lighting fixtures were plastic, the counter tops could be pealed back. I asked why they would degrade this historic home? The person in charge insisted that I leave and I was escorted out. When I was put out onto the street I began to walk. I quickly became confused and got lost. I would enter elevators, but they wouldn operate strangely. When I woke I felt frustrated that I never understood what the point of the facades were. I also felt that I was searching for something that I never fiund.

I was on a bridge... a boy jumped over the side... I immediately went after him... grabbed his arm and was holding him with one hand while dangling from the bridge with the other hand... immediately a man on the bridge grabbed me and was holding my shoulder... other people on the bridge came to help... there were only people on the bridge, no vehicles... the people seemed to be wandering, lost, not sure which direction to take... I was looking down at the river far below us...

I was shopping in a store... then several men "intruded" into my personal dream... I realized this was mass consciousness intruding into my personal dream reality... the leader was American, he felt sinister, like a spy... the other men were dressed as Arabs... the sales lady brought over an array of purses aligned vertically attached to a sort of display board.. the top one was red... I reached to pull it off the board... both the sales lady and the spy guy (who were in cahoots) reacted, "be careful, it might blow up"... then she detached it and handed it to me... again warning me to be careful it might blow up if I opened it... then the spy guy asked if I wanted to go to lunch... as I awoke, I felt I was either in Egypt (Cairo) or that Egypt would be blamed for this "blow up"... I felt/remember bombings in the past at cafes in the middle east

I was in a place talking to a large man of Indian origin. He owned an exclusive Indian restaurant in London (he was very wealthy) and he was also part of the Indian Royal family. He told me about the interconnected alleyways that run behind his restaurant and that he would see people that had committed crimes (drug dealing, robbery) running for their lives through the alleyways to escape the mafia people who would chase them. The Indian man told me that it was a big problem and that it happened quite often. As the Indian man was talking, I could see an image of the alleyway, which went behind the Indian restaurant and it looked very dark and dirty, smelly and damp with rubbish that had been swept up against the sides of the buildings. The buildings were very tall and I could see a young man with a cap on aged about 30 running through the alleyway and jumping over a small wall. He was running for his life from a drug dealer.