on 08/23/14. Dreamt of huge waves coming into a beach...after washing out and coming yet again filled with debris and bodies and still live people...waves so huge beyond belief...last wave I saw took a sharp right turn....

DREAMED 8/23/14 SATURDAY

DREAM #2 OMISSION (COWBOY DREAM)

I ASKED IN THE DREAM WHERE I WAS AND THEN I SAW A SILVER STAR WITH CIRCLES AT EACH POINT OF THE STAR (LIKE THE SHERIFF'S BADGE OF OLD) AND IN THE CENTER IT SAID "LONE STAR".

ALL THREE DREAMED ON 8/23/14 - SATURDAY
#1 I DREAMED THERE WAS A LONG STEMMED PLANT WITH DARK GREEN LONG POINTED LEAVES WITH BEAUTIFUL DARK (ROYAL) PURPLE FLOWERS ON TOP. I WENT TO TOUCH THE FLOWER AND IT FELL OUT OF THE POT. THERE WAS A BULB ATTACHED TO THE BOTTOM OF THE STEM OF THE PLANT. IT WAS SATURATED WITH WATER.
#2 THERE WERE TWO COWBOYS. BOTH WERE WEARING 10 GALLON HATS. ONE SAID TO THE OTHER THAT HE WAS GONNA TAKE HIS GUNS. THE OTHER COWBOY SAID, NO YOU'RE NOT. AS THE COWBOY WALKED AWAY, THE OTHER COWBOY DREW HIS GUN TO SHOOT THE COWBOY WHOSE BACK WAS FACING HIM. INSTEAD, I SHOT THE COWBOY WHOSE GUN WAS DRAWN.
#3 AS THIS DREAM, ALONG WITH THE ONES ABOVE, WAS SUBMITTED ALREADY BUT APPARENTLY NEVER RECEIVED, I HAVE DECIDED TO NOT INCLUDE THIS DREAM IN MY SUBMISSIONS. INITIALLY, I WAS HESITANT BECAUSE OF THE NATURE OF THE DREAM AND THE FACT THAT IT INVOLVED FAMILY MEMBERS AND I NOW FEEL IT IS "NOT IN THE CARDS" SO-TO-SPEAK AND HAVE DECIDED NOT TO INCLUDE IT. IT WAS AND IS VERY DISTURBING TO ME.

I actually had this dream a week or so ago...

In this dream, I was sleeping when I woke up to a clap of thunder. (I woke up in real life later to find that it was thundering... so that's probably where that came from.) The blinds on my window were moving just slightly and I caught a glimpse of something behind it. I thought it kinda looked like a newborn mouse. It was tiny and pink and still damp from birth. I woke up my husband before climbing out of bed and opening the blinds to find four of these little baby animals all clinging to one another. They were so tiny, all four could easily fit in my hands and when I collected them, I held them close to my chest to keep them warm while looking for their mother outside. There were no signs of any other animal, so I shrugged and told my husband that I would raise these babies and depending on what they grew into, I would either return them to the wild or keep them as part of our family. He seemed ok with that even though he isn't a huge fan of pets.

After feeding them, they had somehow magically grew to be around four or five inches tall. They looked like tiny, albino marmoset to me, but when I asked my husband what he thought they were, he told me they were baby sloths. I didn't see it. It didn't matter though, they were the cutest things I had EVER seen! I was in love with them. I had to get on tomy husbandfor letting my 3-year-old run around with them... My son was actually a big help, but I worried that the two younger boys might hurt them. Some time later, I heard the boys all squealing and laughing and went into their playroom to find that they had crammed all the little marmoset-like creatures into a hole in the wall. The little babies looked very frightened, but I managed to pull them out one by one and hold them tight. I was really angry at my husband now who had allowed everyone to play with them after I specifically asked him not to. Toddlers, though they mean well, could easily accidentally kill a small animal, especially a baby one. I was very upset that my husband did not listen to me or seem concerned for these babies I was trying to care for.

In another room, I had a large square table covered with a white table cloth. I had the creatures on the table, one on every side. I had just gotten through feeding them and they were now a couple of feet tall or more. As I looked at them, I noticed that only one was completely white. The rest had black marbled in their fur. The one I was facing at the time had black across it's eyes and when I looked at it, I wondered if maybe it was a panda bear? I wasn't sure what it was at this point and when I pointed it out to my husband, I looked down to see that its belly was turning brown and it was growing what looked to be a human belly button. I poked it with my finger and said "boop!" That was my way of playing with my little baby... It was acting silly, so I laughed... but when I looked down at it again... there was no animal, but a grown, naked, African-American man. In fact... all four of my babies were now grown black men!

I screamed and they screamed and we ALL scattered. My husband went to get the kids, and I ran into the kitchen for some reason with one of the men following me. It seemed like now I was bouncing back and forth between being in the body and watching on the side-lines The three other black men started raiding the home... even stealing things that I doubt very much that normal thieves would want, like photos and things that didn't seem very important... but that is not to say that everything they wanted to take was worthless... they were also taking electronics and jewelry. The one man who had followed me into the kitchen was very threatening. I opened a drawer and pulled out a small knife... and the man laughed and pulled out of the pants he was now wearing a much larger knife. I cried as I backed up against the counter... then called out to my husband to get the kids out of the house. There was really no way to get out of this situation... I would either have to hurt this man or be hurt by him... and I braced myself for the worst, because I just did not see a way out of this without being killed. The man was much stronger than me and had a much bigger knife...

The man who had me cornered had a sinister smile on his face. He was standing directly in front of a stove and turned on the gas. I knew instantly that he meant to blow the house up, or at least burn it to the ground. After a couple of minutes I could smell the gas, and the man pulled out one of those long lighters. It took three clicks for it to light. I could see a ball of fire form in an instant before I hit the ground. When I got up, the house was on fire and the only escape was through a window that had to be kicked in.

Luckily, I made it outside to see many people gathered round the burning house. A few of the neighbors had called for help and I met my husband and kids by the road next to the house. I was in a neighborhood that I had never seen before. In the sky, there were some jets that had been sent to handle the situation. There was a sort or thing they were going to shoot down to surround the house... and then it looked like they might bomb it. It was so weird. There were four planes, three escorting the one that meant to shoot the ring around our home. Each had a different flag on it. One had the American flag, one had a British flag, and another had the Canadian flag... I cant remember the other. Anyway, the barrier was shaped like a circle, but had four sides with a tiny missile weighing down each "side". I was very upset that they meant to further destroy my home, rather than send someone down to extinguish the fire! It seemed like the mini-missiles would embed into the ground and make a red ring of some kind of material around the house, then someone would fire a missile to destroy our home all-together. I was very upset and crying begging someone to stop what was happening, because it made no sense, no one should be allowed to do this to someone else's property! Someone patted my shoulder and explained to me that the property was no longer mine. It belonged to the government, especially since someone had called for them to help me, so now they could do with it whatever they wanted... to include bombing it. It got worse though... as I cried, some heavily armed police officers confronted me and gave me a ticket... for being robbed! I had to pay for some guys choosing to rob me and set my house on fire! I was so distraught and disgusted that instead of getting any sort of help from anyone... I was instead treated like a criminal. I had no idea what I would do now since the house was being blown up and I had no home or money.

One of my frequently visited dream places is my grandmother's house-located in a small east Texas town. Last night l focused on the Dallas meme. l was at my Grandmother's house when suddenly a lot of neighbors, many of my relatives( dead and living) appeared and told us to leave the area quickly. We piled into cars, and saw that right behind us was a huge wall of water bearing down on our fleeing vehicles.The streets rapidly flooded, and we were borne along the "river" until we reached a train station high on a mountain far,far away. We boarded the train while water covered the lower areas.The location of "safety" was a mountaintop. ln 1957 my grandmother and l survived a tornado in this same house- l don't know if that has a link to my dream, or to Texas or Dallas. l have a friend who is a well - known psychic....she told me that she had see"seen" a large-scale disaster in Dallas within thewprmn year. But my dreams continue to be about flooding and mountains(several times a week).Water is a recurring theme for me, and l live very far from an ocean, rivers, or dams...

I can't remember much of my dreams from last night, and haven't had time to put in my very long and detailed dreams lately, but I thought I would go ahead and put in the bits and pieces that I remember from last night.

First... I was hunting these gnomes. I have no idea why gnomes. Im not particularly fond of gnomes and don't ever really think about them, but in the dream, gnomes had helped raise me as a child and I was trying to find the gnomes for my children. I wondered in my dream why I would be concerned about gnomes and started thinking about an old, OLD cartoon I used to watch as a kid. Does anyone remember "The World of David the Gnome"? I had completely forgotten about it and had to google the name of the cartoon. For some reason, gnomes were just so, SO important and I laid out traps (friendly traps) and tried creeping around at night with my boys in hopes of getting to see one again. (In the dream, I had seen them many times and had once been good friends with them?) It seemed that they only came out at night now and crept around certain houses, while they once used to run around at anytime so long as they were careful not to be seen by just anyone. In the dream, I wondered why they had changed so much. I did manage to see them in my dream, but they wouldn't stay and chat with me... they were terrified of me and people in general, and for some reason this really hurt my feelings. I had thought that they would remember me and treat me a little differently...

In another part of the dream, my mother and father were singing a duet together. The music was sweet and happy... which was weird considering the lyrics. They were singing: "The infidelity is almost here, almost here..." I wasn't sure what to make of this... it was hard to know how I should feel because the tune was so upbeat... but the lyrics were just depressing.

Then in another part of the dream, I was checking my email and noticed an email from the Dream Center. It listed new and famous dreamers and the latest memes. The usual stuff... but the meme at the time was "Soros or Soras - Lucos or Lucas" And it read that there was a surge of dreams about one of these names and the owner of it dying very soon and a debate on which it was and more importantly why, when and how it would happen. I held on to the names in my mind because it seemed like the first name, though not listed, should be George. I thought to myself "I wonder if everyone is dreaming of George Soros" and scrolled down to see that a few others had, in fact thought, it could be him. Ironically enough... I felt like I was WAY out of the loop because I felt like I must be the only one not dreaming of George Soros dying... and decided that my dreams just didn't measure up to everyone else's.

Meditative Vision: 21 August 2014

I saw a plan activated to attempt to rescue one American with a drone. The mission involved one SF personnel carried by a drone from an ISIS hostage confinement facility in Southern Syria to safety in Kurd-controlled territory in Northern Iraq. The plan included a drone that had a load capability for two people; the American would be loaded into the passenger compartment and the SF personnel would hang from the drone in a paralift chair. The American was located and placed in the drone and the SF troop was secure below and the drone began to take up and there was an unexpected strain on the mechanics. The SF troop cut away and had to E&E to Northern Iraq.[CMT: I got the impression that the American was a journalist and the fate of the SF troop was not seen.]

I have had three post apocalyptic dreams this week (one was caused by a biological outbreak, others unknown), where I was living among my neighbors in the ruins of of our homes, but acting towards one another with much neighborly love and compassion, despite the severity of our circumstances.

I dreamed this on the night of Aug 19, 2014, with the intention of Dallas precog dream within 6 weeks.
Two aliens came to Dallas. They appeared friendly, and said they were here to help us fight off the dark. But, they had alterior motives... there was no water on their planet and they wanted ours.

My intention was: Tonight I will have dreams about significant world wide events that will occur on August 30th, 2014. Because I was doing this in part to see things related to a Dallas timeframe dream, I believe I was mentally pushing to get something that would relate to that. I believe this dream indicates that my intention was faulty - it was the wrong combination, and I am not even in the right place.
In my dream, I am apparently racing in a triathlon. I have just finished the swim, and I"ve gone into the transition area to retrieve my bike. The transition area is not really a transition area. It is actually a casino, where there are numerous people sitting at slot machines or other games of chance. The bikes themselves are in lockers, stored upright for protection, with electronic passcodes that have to be entered to unlock the lockers. Each racer has an assigned locker; the lockers have their numbers posted on them.
In the dream, I am extraordinarily frustrated because I can"t find my assigned locker. The lockers are apparently in sequential order, but they are interspersed between all of the games of chance that others are playing. I am looking for the number that I have on my bib, but can"t find it. It is taking me a very long time as I go all through the transition, and will see numbers close to mine but still can"t find mine.
I flag down an official and ask for help. I am angry with the official and yelling at him, but then realize its not his fault and I apologize. He eventually helps me to the locker that matches my bib, but then informs me that the bib number is not the locker number to use. I pull a sleeve down and it reveals another number that is hand written in red onto my arm, which is different from my bib number. I now go out and search for that locker number, and still can"t find it. (At this writing I can"t remember the exact numbers, I was in the 3 hundreds but looking in the 2 hundreds, I believe 275)
I flag down the official again, and he takes me to a locker which I now think is mine. But now I can"t remember what the combination was. I put a quarter into the slot so I can open the locker and put in the combination I think is right, but it"s wrong; the locker does not open. I put in another quarter and fail again. There is a window at the top of the locker, so I look in. I can now see that it is not my bike, helmet, or shoes. This is not my locker. (At this writing I have forgotten the number, but I think it was 325).
I now despair because I still don"t know where my locker is; another official asks me if I"m disappointed because the biking is my strongest discipline. I explain I"m more disappointed because I won"t even be able to finish the race. Some of the lockers are being removed already from the transition, and I haven"t even found mine yet.
The dream closes out, I have the feeling that I still have time to find the locker and get back to racing, but now I would probably not be able to finish the bike leg prior to the course being closed.