September 2, 2014I'm standing outdoors in the front yard and look up to see clouds roiling across the sky. I call my husband to look and as we watch the sky we see an aircraft breaking over the trees on the horizon to the north. As it comes closer we are trying to decide if it's an airplane of some sort but it is silent. It approaches closer and we see that it is square in shape and realize it's not an airplane but an unknown craft. It's dark in color, black but has a lot of external metallic features and what looks like turrets of some sort on the four corners. It is approaching horizontally and suddenly as it nears us we see it flip around and go down. A plume of smoke and dust rises from where it went down and I ran down the road for a closer look. It crashed a hundred or so yards past my front yard on the far side of the road. As I was running closer to see, there was already several trucks speeding down our country, dirt road and getting there just ahead of me. When I reach the spot there are already people there with shovels and they are digging in the soil below the trees and covering up the aircraft. Standing on the embankment just above the craft are four people dressed in featureless black suits with helmet/masks that look just like "Darth Vader" characters. I run over to the workers who are digging the soil and plead with them to not cover it up but they are frightened and mentally push me back without speaking. The four "Darth" characters stand there silently and motionless but they are "in charge" and the shovelers are obedient. I'm frustrated and back off but keep watching. I walk back home and then to other houses up the road and I am trying to tell someone what happened and about the aircraft but they won't listen and just keep interrupting me.

My only intent was for a precog of anything.

The NDC Forum is a raised garden bed where each letter of a post is a freshly sprouted lettuce (varying colours) or spinach plant in neat rows and they are growing. The header is turning off and on like a billboard.

I know there has been a dream focus on Dallas but for some reason I dreamed of Houston, specifically its port for the big oil tankers. In my dream I knew there was something causing a serious problem and it was causing a flood of tankers trying to unload or load, I am not sure, it was basically a massive traffic jam of tankers. Secondarily there was a serious security worry, maybe war or terrorist attack? because soldiers or private security contractors were setting up small portable anti aircraft systems. I am not sure if the day residue of the Kurdish oil on a oil tanker stuck in legal limbo off Houston effected this dream. I saw in my dream nice warm weather, so I assume fall, so no later than end of October for a date I would assume.

I was wondering around my basement, which was somehow not my real basement, but one of my kids had just finished playing in the basement. I walked around downstairs to find something, and out in plain sight, a huge cobra snake, darker in complex. I shuffled to the right, but there was another of the same kind, albeit much lighter gray. I backed up and there was yet another, all out in plain site. I was very glad my child had not been harmed by the snake, they were so big.
I looked around to figure out what tool I would use to kill these snakes. I wanted a machete, but when I envisioned swinging the blade at the snakes head, that the snake would bypass the blade and sink his teeth into my arm or body. I needed a great big rock. But what if the rock missed...the snake would slither to somewhere where I could not reach him. What a conundrum. I did seem pretty calm in this situation because I would be freaking out if this was in real life.

I was outside, summer months, sunny, noticed many Air Force plane squadrons flying overhead composed of many different airplane models, which is unusual. (As I'm from an Air Force town, I associate this with war starting or underway). I was working for the Air Force and overheard high level discussions about budget issues. The Air Force needed additional budget increases to adequately engage in the war, and the increases were not being approved.

9/2/14 3:27 a.m.

President Obama overrides the 22ND amendment of theConstitution, via Executive Order, and runs a third term.He is able to do this because there is a major attack on the United States and martial law is enacted.
The Pope becomes Obama's right-hand-man which results in an apostasy of the Catholic Church. Chaos ensues.

In this dream, I was in a hospital. I had become more ill and had to be taken in immediately. My family came to visit me, so I assumed that things much be much worse than I thought, because they hardly ever go out of their way to visit me. I have some favorite kimonos, and in the dream, I had them brought to me in the hospital and displayed by my bedside. I had two of my white ones and one baby blue one. Each featured lovely cranes and blossoming cherry trees, and I was able to calm myself and relax as I looked at them, but I was still in a lot of pain for some reason. I'm not entirely sure what was wrong with me.

My grandmother came to my bedside and I thought that she might have something to say to me, but instead, she asked me for one of the white kimonos. I was happy to let her have it. I would still have a white one (Which was my favorite) and a baby blue one. I was upset, however, that she took it and left without so much as saying goodbye. Out of everyone there, I felt like I needed her there most of all.

After she left, I was overwhelmed with pain and my vision of everyone would get blurry then clear up... until finally it all went blurry and then went black.

I woke up with all kinds of tubes and monitors attached to me. I felt woozy but wasn't in so much pain, so I figured someone had given me some medicine at some point. I looked over to see that my mother leaning on a bed across from me talking to a baby wrapped in a hospital blanket. I immediately knew that I had given birth while I was passed out. She was telling my baby that she was more beautiful than this person or that character. She had a huge smile on her face... and part of me thought this was very cute, and another part of me was annoyed with her considering that she hardly had a relationship with me and didn't care to. I thought it was odd that she would be so interested in my daughter, but I certainly wasn't going to say anything about it. I was hardly in a condition to argue and it seemed like I would need help with my daughter because I was very weak.

After a while, my mother left and I was left alone with my new baby girl. She was so cute with an adorable button nose and cute pointy chin. She had just a little bit of brown hair on her head. She looked so peaceful while she slept and while I looked at her, I completely forgot that I had been in any kind of pain. I didn't want to bother her, I felt like her birth had been traumatic and she needed to rest.

As I looked around the room, I found a large fish tank. Inside, I saw a nice sized koi. It's face was a bit weird somehow and it's whiskers were very large considering it's size... as I watched it, I noticed that there was a fake log at the bottom of the tank, and inside was a green frog. This frog... looked weird as well... it had a very large mouth. I was a little grossed out by it. I've had pet frogs before, but this one just looked so strange to me... it just didn't look right. And though it gave me the creeps, I just couldn't stop looking at it for some reason.

As I stood there looking at this frog and trying to decide how I felt about it, I felt a sting on my finger. I pulled up my hand to see a nasty-looking black beetle gnawing at it. Its jaws were going a hundred miles an hour and this really freaked me out. I quickly thumped it off into the fish tank and the frog came up and swallowed it whole. I checked my finger. It was a little pink where the beetle had been chewing at it, but no real damage had been done. I looked at that ugly frog again with a new-found appreciation. Maybe it was ugly... but now, it was so ugly it was kinda cute. It had, after all, eaten that nasty beetle...

I watched it squirm and settle in the tank next to the fake log after eating that bug. For a moment, I could feel emotions coming out of the frog and I could see thoughts come out of it, like little thought bubbles. The more I watched it, the more I loved it. And, of course, it would be after I had sort of bonded with the frog that the fish would notice it. The fish was a great deal bigger than the frog. Apparently, it had decided the frog was on the menu.

The koi fish sucked in the frog with its big mouth and I tapped on the glass as hard as I could hoping that it would somehow make the fish spit it back out. I was so upset now... but just as I was about to walk away feeling depressed, the fish spit the frog back out. The frog, when swallowed, had somehow puked up it's insides which looked like a bunch of hair-like tentacles. It was really nasty to look at, but clearly it had been effective. I wasn't sure if it had startled the fish into spitting it out or if it just tasted/felt nasty... but I didn't care. The frog was back!

The fish swam side to side in the tank... as if it were aggravated and pacing. Then, after a while, it attacked the frog a second time. The frog was not as energetic... probably due to having just eaten a big meal and fighting for it's life after being swallowed. This time, when the fish opened its mouth, it expelled a bunch of tentacle-like guts as well. Now, both of these creatures were fighting with their tentacles... but the koi clearly had the upper hand because it had more tentacles, they were longer, and the fish was at least 3x as big as the frog... I watched, horrified, as the koi's tentacles overtook the frogs and dragged it back into its mouth. This time, the frog would not be coming back.

My heart sank, and I slowly made my way back to my hospital bed and sat down before waking up.

(THEY) COME UP FROM UNDER THE GROUND.

Kindly note that these experiences occurred after listening to about four minutes of Hemi-Sync (Monroe Institute).(Note: My intention expressed was to seek additional information about the brilliant red glow erupting from the seas, Pacific Ring of Fire.) From my journal/notes:
Hypnagogic imagery: morphing and spectacular, sparkles and a bright orchid background color, with scapes seen beyond. I could not obtain clarity, though.
Scene #1: In a city outside of the Tri-Cities, Upstate New York. I am frenzied, looking for batteries. I am told I need double As and triple As. I check a Price Chopper (grocery store), then next door in the strip mall at a Rite Aid. There, I am told to check Aisle 90 for the batteries. The store seems familiar but wrong; and the clerks there seemingly taking off masks, to reveal mean and ugly people. Malicious. I return to the grocers to also buy cereal.
Scene #2: (I am having trouble reading my own notes) A male voice heard, and I am semi-lucid, writing it down. Accompanied by intense inner vibrations. Voice said, "A known; the earth changes will be irreversibe".
Scene #3: I see a shocking Want ad posting (from an unknown media) asking for Marxist revolutionary types to apply, their employment needed asap. What the heck?
CJ; The Cosmic Jukebox is Wang Chung, Everybody have fun tonight. Double what the heck?
Scene #4: My bantam chicken named Mary, is curled up and dying, and I am told it is from "blood symptoms".
Scene #4: An audio, a male voice, young, appears to be around 30 years of age, stating, "Something's happening". No imagery accompanying his announcement to me.

Brief recall of (likely non-relevant) dream-experiences from Saturday night, per my journal:
Scene of my coffee table, living room. Two apple pies still steaming from the oven on top of table.
Next scene (several hours later)...an old fashioned mirror, set up at an unknown campsite.
CJ (or what I call the cosmic jukebox, songs that "play" vividly during my dream state, some of which I am unfamiliar with, causing me to spend hours attempting to figure out the songs after awakening). I had been unfamiliar with this song; previously, I had googled madly, using the lyrics remembered until I found the song): The Promise, When in Rome. (it does have a spiritual component, I think.)