Sept 7, 2014
I had many dreams last night... none disturbing, thankfully... but can only remember snipets... I feel the following one is significant...
I was in a school... a class... I was working with the teacher... I was preparing a document, a statement to send out to the members... I wrote something about "the alchemists are magical"... another member started to agrue with me saying that "alchemy" was evil... like some people think that the "occult" in general is "evil" when the word simply means hidden... I said to him... no, alchemists are magicians... it depends on the kind of magic that they ascribe to or practice that makes it good or evil... its their intent... and then said "God is the ultimate alchemist, magician... for God is the prime creator".

I went to bed with the intention of dreaming about the meme mates. In the Dream, I encountered a father daughter team who are selling custom made dress shoes. The father had a kiosk type of store that was located at a bus depot or a train station of some sort. He had a blue binder 2 inches thick with tan colored high quality pages on which were detail drawings of shoes in their entirety and of sections of shoes were there were detailed options.
These were professional engineering type diagrams of various shoe styles and their components. The idea of his business is that he would have someone select every component of the shoe they wanted while waiting for their bus or train. They would choose every little detail from shape to material and then he'd build them the same day from his inventory of shoe components. They would be ready by the end of the same day. His daughter was in her early twenties and would keep track of the choices people made using a computer so that they would never be out of components, but not stock too much since they only had a kiosk. The price of the shoes started at $189 and went up to $485 or something similar. I recall telling the father that I thought the shoes were ofvery high quality and I was interested in how he developed the process. I was not a customer though. I seemed to be a reporter who is doing a human interest story for them. The dream turns from being informative to being dangerous in an instant. The next thing I know, we are leaving the depot, but we have to escape one group at a time almost like in the classic movie towering inferno we have to go single file past some obstruction where we had to get down on our hands and knees to crawl underSome obstruction. Then we would shout out for the next small group of people to escape. There was some type of relay taking place where someone from the group at the front would relay what they encountered. For example " when you get to the second landing watch out for the broken glass." and such. Then once the next group went through they would have to pass it along as well. Personally I recall having to look left and right quite often to make sure the coast was clear. I felt like there was manageable danger though so I was not panic stricken. I felt like we escapees were teammates and we all reach the street level. That's when I woke up.

I dreamed it rained for a long time (unclear, possibly 2 weeks or so) and my roof / ceilings sprung a hundred leaks and basically distintegrated while I was at work one day. When I came home and found the mess and destruction, one of the cats, who was hiding under the coffee table, looked up at me and said 'time to get the tent & camping tarps out of the shed and set up before dark, I don't like sleeping in the rain'. Then he walked out the front door and down the steps, stopped on the last step, turned around, and gave me that 'disgusted cat' look and said 'it's not just you, you know - it's everyone, the roof is collapsing on everyone'.

I set the intention to dream about mayhem in September. I only have bits and pieces of the dream, I'm hoping in time I may be able remember it more clearly.
What: A man has taken or kidnapped a woman or child or possibly has taken something that is extrememly important, but does not belong to him.
Where: It seems to be in a small town and he is driving an old big car. I think it is a light or white colored car with a darker roof (not black or brown, but darker than the color of the car). The car appears to be dated from 1971-1976, maybe a Ford LTD or a Cadillac. There was also a building or office involved, appears to be a one level building. The police were involved in high pursuit of finding him. A chase insues and they finally caught him only because he crashed into another building.
When: Although the car is from the 1970's, everything else in the dream appears from current time. I can only assume that it is Septemeber since I set the intention for Mayhem in September. The weather was not scorching hot or even cold; it was an average temperature, say 70's, for Septemeber. The skies were clear and it was a sunny day.

Started my sleep cycle with the intention to dream about a significant headline involving an upcoming "unsuccessful protest" in connection with the P1__01 project.

As a side note, my husband reports my sleep was very restless to the point he was worried I might fall from the bed. He considered waking me, but did not. I guess he assumed I would wake before I tumbled over the edge of the bed. He was correct.

Despite having ample opportunity to remember dreams, what I remember was benign. My dreams all revolved around the same types of images. The first, I was on an aircraft flying to Florida. There was a checklist, very organized, asking questions about service, my flying experience, my quality of life. The survey was very sensory, like it measured smell and taste, in addition to experiences. Every dream after it was another list of questions, no longer in the air but in various places like Texas and Chicago, but no demonstrations, no signs of violence of any kind. Just questions. Lots of questions. And all very organized as if coordinated by a very efficient market research firm.

As I was falling asleep around midnight September 6, 2014 I set the intention to dream about significant events to occur within the last three weeks of September. In the usual layering of thoughts I recall thinking I would like to see "headlines" or news feature previews. I guess I took that in a relatively literal way as I had a series of "dream bytes". They were very short, primarily featured one word and were probably metaphoric. The bad news is that in the short moment of time it took me to recall the images and wake up enough to record the dreams I lost all but one of them. That is very unusual for me once I set a visual clip from them. I am documenting the single one I remember so far for only one reason... a structural image mimics a structural image from my last documented dream. There is a large stone floor or platform, ancient. It isn't anchored or set in a landscape, it's just "there" as if floating or between places. It's maybe 80 to 100 foot square and on each corner there is a built up, pointed turret or tower shape that extends above and below the square floor. There is a crowd of people standing on it, dressed drably, monotone. Most are gathered to the far end of the floor, there are stragglers further forward... one young man stands in the center by himself looking upward, the others are silent waiting for him to "speak". He says one word, well he doesn't actually say it but more like he "is" the word and that word was, "re-evaluate". I am documenting this only because the featured structure is the same shape as the UFO in my previous "cover up" dream.

P1 - GONE!

My intention was to dream of how "monk" fits into big headlines coming up. Not sure how well that came through.
I am in a new office, sitting in the break room. Someone working in Eagle1 hands me a single piece of paper that is like military orders (I"m not in the military in the dream…just making this comparison).
The next person comes up and asks if I have "the orders." I say yes and hand them to her. She leaves. Someone else comes in and asks the same question. I realize now that I have nothing to give her even though I just did have my orders.
Next snippet, I"m in the same building, different room. Someone else hands me another piece of paper. At the time I knew what the paper was for. It was important, but now I forget. We"ll just call them orders again, but I KNOW they were something else this time. So now I have a second sheet of different orders, and someone asks for it. I give it to them. GONE.
Now I"m back in the breakroom and someone comes to ask me for the second set of orders. Now I finally understand the problem and begin complaining about it. "First I was given the orders, but only one sheet and then… GONE , that"s the exact thing that happened with the (??)…. GONE !" We were laughing about how stupid it was.
BUT, as I contemplated in the dream, I realized the solution: Reproduce first, and THEN give it away. Why should I have to choose who gets the ONE copy of something? This goes for just about everything…from orders to energy. Don"t give away until you first reproduce it.

When I woke up, I realized that this does relate to Monk because the religious community is pretty much taught to just give it away without question. Is there anything wrong with reproducing it first and then giving it away? I'll provide further metaphoric connections in this thread: nationaldreamcenter.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=215

I saw the earth, and it was rotating. On it little lights starting sprouting, like birthday candles. the light was flickering like candles. They sprouted at an enormous rate and soon covered the earth. The earth then seemed to rise through layers of fluid, like layers of different density liquids, like how oil floats on water. It floated up through one layer, then another, then another and reached a layer (density?) nobody thought it could ever go to. And the light got brighter. I decided to interact with the vision, and spun the light on the earth when it got the level it wanted, and the whole earth glowed white, then a white golden glow. It was beautiful and radiant and it seemed like it was bringing the world of form in the highest realms of formlessness, something nobody expected. There was a sense of awe and astonishment in the universe. Nobody expected this.

Dream date Sept. 6/2014 early morning: In my dream there is a spinning newspaper like they used to do in the movies, and it whirled up to a tabloid format (long and fold out) not the regular newspaper format. The words were blurry so I couldn't read the name of the newspaper or the date or the story itself, however there was one headline which was 9 A.M. in very big bold black letters. Underneath that was a photo but it too was blurry - the colours in it are grey, pink, beige.
Had a precognitive feel to it but no clue when or what, just 9 A.M.

Intention: To dream about next big news article about the recent surge in religion. http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum/sho...hp?tid=200

In a screened-in porch, still warm outside, not hot. It's definitely nighttime…there's low light from the table…a candle?

I was sitting at the table with my dad and his wife (my stepmother). He was talking at length of a specific story about something the insurance companies are going to be made to do. It was news story that he was discussing, as an example of what ALL the companies are gong to have to do. Unfortunately, I don't remember what he said about insurance companies because of what comes next.

He's finishing up the story and I notice that he's been trying to lever out a cork in his wine. He's having problems with it, but I don't help because I thought he really doesn't need more wine anyway. Suddenly, as he gets a major piece of the cork out, he says, "