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| THE BIGGEST HEADLINE ON AUGUST 1 WILL BE “VIRUS GOES VIRAL.” |
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| THE BIGGEST HEADLINE ON AUGUST 1 WILL BE “VIRUS GOES VIRAL.” I had a dream that we were with my brother and sister in law at their church in Kansas City, MO. My Uncle Marion was there and I think there was a funeral. There was talk going on about a little girl. All of a sudden my brother-in-law comes up and tells us we have to leave immediately because MERS has gone viral. We all pile in the vehicle and I am trying to make a phone call but the phone won’t work. We are safe in our car but then I get concerned because I am thinking about all the people at the church that we were just around. My brother-in-law had told me that it was now spreading easily from person to person and my mind was racing as I thought of the hundreds of people that we had shared air space with. There was something about water and other things and then I woke up. |
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| “BIGGEST HEADLINE ON AUGUST 1ST, 2014 WILL BE: New Fed Chief |
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| Very short dream, essentially heard ‘new fed chief’ and saw Janet Yellen, and I took that either to mean a new Chair of the Federal Reserve, replacing Janet Yellen, or that Janet Yellen, who is the new fed chief, will make a major announcement on that day. | ||
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| Project August 2014 Dream May 29/30, 2014 (12:30 AM) Rescues from a SinkholePeople gathered on a wide paved path in a public city park were sucked down by a sink hole that reminded me of a crevice because it was long and narrow. ‘Crevice’ is what I wrote in the dark of the night but in daylight, I realized that normally a crevice has no bottom. I didn’t see the sinking part but it was obvious that this is what happened. In my dream, there is a rescue mission in operation, manned by ordinary people as opposed to a paid rescue team, where the people in the sink hole are thrown ropes to tie themselves to before being lifted to safety. They were being pulled up from about 10 feet down in three groups of three attached one below the other (a little help with climbing the dirt wall). Other people were gathered around, watching the event; some sitting on park benches. Beyond the sink hole to the right was a short black fence, like a guardrail, a strip of grass, maybe a side walk and then a street. In the background to the left were regular leafy trees. At the end of the dream, I became a rescuer myself when I pulled the last man, who was tied to a rope, out of the hole. All the other rescuing was being done on the opposite side of the hole from where I was. I don’t know how the rope ended up on my side of the hole unless the lone man threw it topside. This man had dark hair and was wearing a dark brown fuzzy vest. I crouched down and had a short face-to-face conversation with him while he lay on the ground. I think I was just asking him if he was OK. BIGGEST HEADLINE ON AUGUST 1ST, 2014 WILL BE: NINE [or TEN] PEOPLE WITH MINOR INJURIES RESCUED FROM SINK HOLE IN [unknown] |
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| Project Uno – Dee Ann |
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| Morning May 30, 2014 I was having trouble getting into deep sleep last night; finally got up, drank some almond milk, and checked my phone before going back to bed. Chris must have just sent out the email on Project Uno. I realize it doesn’t start till June 1… but I’m entering this dream because this was the last entry into my brain before sleeping… and this feels really important.I was observing this scene. A group of actors and musicians (about 25 people – all perhaps in early 20s) were sitting in chairs on stage in an empty theater, rehearsing; it felt like an orchestra rehearsal. In the front row was Philip Seymour Hoffman, who seemed about 20; he was in some sort of stupor, smiling oddly, not speaking, as if he was on a hallucinogenic acid trip. His chair was by itself. About 4 feet away, in the front row, were sitting in chairs… Daniel Radcliff (who played Harry Potter), another young man, and Jaquin Phoenix.A man standing in the center aisle of the theater starting yelling at Hoffman, berating him, saying things like… you have no talent, your father smoothed the way, opened the doors for you, you have done nothing. Radcliff gets angry and starts yelling back, defending Hoffman, saying, “He’s brilliant… he just needs to wait and watch”. Then Phoenix starts defending Hoffman too. But when I zoom in on Phoenix, his face changes to a young man that I don’t recognize. I felt they were trying to say that Hoffman was some sort of autistic savant.Then, I’m in the balcony, in a prestige seating box… I man is standing there watching all this… He is Hoffman’s father.The scene changes. The father (I never see his face), Hoffman, Radcliff, Phoenix, and the other young man, are all outside a sort of huge tent (like a circus tent or arabian tent). The father is smoking. Hoffman is still in a stupor. I walk over to him saying, “I want you to write the music for the next 6 Harry Potter movies”, and shake his hand. The other boys rush over in excitement.The scene changes. I am walking through a set of huge (20feet tall by 8ft wide each) black, steel, double doors. I am on the tarmac and have just landed in a small private jet. I feel that I’m in Atlanta. I am carrying a large, rectangular brown man’s briefcase in my left hand, with a beige trench coat thrown over my left arm and the briefcase. Hoffman is walking toward me, still in a stupor. He extends his right hand to shake mine, but instead mistakenly walks to a black lady behind me to shake her hand. She is with a black gentleman. They have just gotten off the same plane.As I was coming out of this, I saw Hoffman’s face merge with the face the security guard who was framed for the Atlanta Olympic bombing years ago, and who was finally exonerated.
What does this mean? I feel there is some hidden false flag operation being rehearsed by actors who think they are simply in an “emergency practice” situation. I feel this will happen either in Atlanta or Phoenix. About a week ago, I did see on the internet a supposed craig’s list add from homeland recruiting actors for such a practice in the Atlanta area. So, is this really precognitive? or was my dream influenced by this information? well, all I can say is… I didn’t dream this until I got the email from Chris about Project Uno. I feel the briefcase had a bomb in it. I feel the words “rehearsal” and “orchestrated” are very important. I feel that this will not go smoothly according to their plan, something will go wrong… like the bomb is placed in the wrong area or doesn’t perform properly. A patsy who has been mind controlled will be caught and blamed for it. Intuitively, I feel that these dark forces will realize that these false flags don’t work anymore… we are no longer frightened, we’re onto their tricks, and we know what they are up to before they do it. Dear God, let’s hope so. The biggest headline for August 1 is… ATLANTA/PHOENIX BOMBING SUSPECT PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN ON PSYCHIATRIC DRUGS Dee |
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| PA 5/30 Arrow & Lancelot | 2014-05-31 | Ætheria | ||
| Last night’s dreams came in picture form. Usually when I get these, I have few words and more pictures that I have difficulty translating into words. For that reason, I am going to go ahead and assume that these will be specific headlines. The word strings might be something along the lines of: Arrow Lancelot 3 shot Some variation of cheated Arthur or Author It was filled with so many images, but only the last few minutes before I woke up I could remember clearly. I was “the arrow” (the comic book character). I specificly remember taking out many with arrows, but there were three that were significant. Even as I write this I get a split second remembrance of more dream, but its just beyond my conscious reach. Heres what I wrote when I woke up this morning: Arrow. Shooting people. Lancelot with me. Just going all around shooting people with arrows. I dont think they were good people. But I needed Lancelots help to aim so I would not be seen. | ||||
| Dark Side of the Moon | 2014-05-31 | Elyse | ||
| In this dream, I was staying in a building that looked a lot like my parents home that had burned down. It was a sort of shelter, and every room was filled with beds and there seemed to be a lot of people bunking in there. I walked down the long hall that led to the living room area to get a phone. I had a disturbing dream about the moon. For whatever reason, I have always been afraid of the harvest moon, or whenever it looks weird and unnatural. I honestly can’t remember why. It’s just one of my quirks I guess. Anyway, I was going to ask my mother about the dream and if she had any clues as to why I was so afraid of the moon when it was big and orange. When I grabbed the phone, I sat next to a couch in front of a fireplace. There were two doors that looked a bit like cabinet doors attached to the opening of the fireplace, and when I started dialing the phone, they started swinging and slamming shut ferociously. I was alarmed, but not afraid as I am in most dreams I have of spirits trying to scare me. I stood up and asked it to stop, and it swung the doors even harder, cracking the wood and shooting shards of wood and splinters towards my face. Then I got angry and yelled commanding it to stop, and it did… until I turned my back to it. The minute would turn around to walk back down the hall, they would swing and I would have to turn around and yell at it to stop, and it did when I made it about halfway down the hall, but then I could hear violent slamming coming from my room. I ran in to find that my dresser draws had been thrown out into the floor. There was a man I didn’t know lying on one of the beds in my room watching a tiny tv. He looked absolutely un-phased. I put the draws back into the dresser and turned to ask him what happened and the drawers started slamming open and closed. I yelled for them to stop, and they did. The guy then looked up and apologized. He said that things just happened around him. I told him things happened around me too and I seemed to magnify the effect of these things. I expected it was going to be a long, noisy night… but since it was quiet now, I could call my mother. When my mother picked up, I asked her if I had any scary dreams about the moon when I was a kid, and she told me I had. She then told me my dream… it was the same as the one I had just had and as she told me, I saw my dream again in a vision. There was one side of the moon that looked like a man’s face, but people, aliens, and bad spirits had been going to the moon and were building walls. The moon rotated and showed the other side of the moon where the walls were being built, and it was shaped like a demonic face with an evil smile. Every hair on my neck stood up. The dresser drawers started slamming open and shut again, so I told my mother I had to go, and commanded that they stop, this time they didn’t. After screaming two or three times, I realized that THIS time, there was a guy behind them making them do it… but I knew the first time, that he was not there. Upon realizing this, I woke up. The wheels were turning in my head when I awoke. I did manage to contact my mother today. I felt like I had been made to forget the dreams I had of the moon as a child and were shown them again in this dream. She confirmed that I did have many nightmares of the moon as a child that led to me being afraid of it on some nights. | ||||
| Dream 2 | 2014-06-01 | Cody4431 | ||
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| Plastic Weapons Confiscated from Russian Agent | 2014-06-01 | Dream Yoga Master | ||
| Project August Dreams June 1, 2014. Dream I am walking along a road near my parents’ farm in Minnesota. As I approach their farm house my role changes and I become an individual investigating a criminal activity involving illegally made weapons. Two of these weapons have several parts that where copied off of a 3D printer. The investigator realizes the individual who printed them is a Russian special forces or Russian agent. This agent is working covertly to over through another government. The investigator detains the Russian in a make shift holding cell but realizes without more proof than he already has the Russian may go free and do more harm. | ||||
| Opression | 2014-06-01 | Save Life | ||
| The things we are all facing in the world today are the illusion to the final truth. This is what I know….The world today cannot sustain the natural balance of life as we know it. things must change! For the good or worse. Quite basically we are all Frogs on a Hot-plate. Some will jump off while others stay and get burned. I am going to do a summation of all my dreams, with the key words Ive been shown: #1 WORLD WIDE KNOWLEDGE #2 WAR #3 FIRES #4 DEATH #5 PROTESTS #6 MOTHER NATURE #7 TRI-CENNIMA #8 FLOODS #9 HURRICAINES #10 NYC #11 TREES #12 TORNADOES #13 TERRORISTS #14 LION BEAST #15 BEAR BEAST #16 DISEASES #17 GERMS #18 BUGS # 19 DISSASTER #20 NEW PROJECTS OR DEVELOPMENTS (BUILDINDS) #21 KAYOS #22 CONFORMITY #23 GOLD #24 BAD WOLVES #25 EMP #26 MOUNTAINS #27 EARTHQUAKES #28 MARTIAL LAW #29 JET-LIKE METOR #30 UNITY “UNITY” was actually apart of my protest dream, “we are marching for unity” as I recall in my dream of protests. “Unity” I labeled as #30 simply because without “Unity” we are divided! To unite as one…is to change as a whole! To adapt and change, must be apart of our transformations to begin a new! COMPASSION CHARITY AND LOVE! WHEN IN FEAR AND DOUPT, PRAYERS WITH FAITH IN GOD AND JESUS, WILL SAVE AND ENLIGHTEN THE WEAKENED SOUL, AS TO ACCEND INTO A STRONGER STATE OF MIND. 😉 | ||||
| Lucky Fox | 2014-06-01 | Elyse | ||
| I dreamt that I was going to see a movie, outside, in the daylight. There were thousands of people sitting in rows to watch the movies, and I was struggling to keep my three boys still and happy. (It’s getting harder and harder to do every day) Anyway, my husband had left me alone with them for some reason, and I looked across the aisle to see my parents watching me, absolutely unconcerned that I was really struggling. My youngest son had pooped and I needed to go change him, I tried my hardest to drag all boys with me to a clear grassy area behind everyone to take care of business, then fought with the kids to get back to our seats. The area was surrounded by swings and play sets, so this was NOT an easy task. Honestly, I would have been much happier letting the kids play on the equipment, but I knew my husband would be back looking for us and might get worried when we weren’t in our seats. We finally made it back to the seats and my husband joined us. After the show, we got up and loaded the boys into our vehicle and left. This is the first dream I’ve had of my parents house since it burned down. Apparently, my husband and I were living in it now. When we got home, I unloaded the kids to discover that we had left our oldest behind! I was SO upset… I felt like the worst mother in the world. I called my mother hoping that she had picked him up. She had and would be there shortly. I looked around the house… it was filthy. It was like an episode of hoarders had exploded in the house and all of this stuff was my parent’s junk. I had managed to sorta clean up the living room. I had been working on the kitchen, but there were dishes in the sink that looked as though they had been there for YEARS. There was trash and junk stacked up EVERYWHERE, and it was overwhelming… I had a hard time WANTING to clean it, and when I did manage to get in the right state of mind to cope with it, I didn’t know where to begin. But, I thought the bedroom would be a good start. Just before I started down the hall, I heard a knock on the door. My mom was there with my father and grandmother. She was VERY unhappy, and they didn’t wait to be invited into the house, they barged in as if they still owned the place and looked around in disgust. They gave me the feeling that they wanted to prove I was an unfit mother as they went room to room examining the house, as if they had forgotten that they were the ones who abandoned it in such a mess! I started to say something… but I really couldn’t. After all, they had given me the house…perhaps I should have worked harder to clean it more quickly. And anyway, it might look cruddy now, but if there is one thing I am good at, it is making things beautiful… in time, this would be my dream home. I felt horrible while everyone marched around my new home… but then I realized that my mother had disappeared. I went all the way to the back of the house where the master bedroom was and found her there in the walk-in closet. She was digging out old, rotten books to take with her. They were so damaged, they weren’t worth keeping… and I told her “Nuh-uh! When I left home, you didn’t let me take any of my things, why should you get to take this trash home?” I knew if she took it, it would just help to fill her new home with trash. She said “Well, You are not me.” She was right. It hurt when I had to leave all my things behind. It was trash, and I was just going to throw it out, but if it meant something to her, it would be wrong to keep it… even though she never offered me that courtesy. I also noticed a model airplane set that looked as if it were in semi-good condition, and gave it to my dad. When my parents left, I tried to give them a hug, but they refused as their arms were full of books/airplane. I was upset after they left, and my husband rubbed my back for a minute, then I started to smell something. FIRE! I went outside, and suddenly I wasn’t in that house anymore. I was in a sort of house built underground. There were many houses all around me also built down into the ground and there were stone walls and bridges dividing the areas and they looked almost like mazes. There was a wall of fire coming for us! I went back down into the home and waited. It didn’t take long for the wall of fire to cross over the entire community, and I was probably the first to pop my head outside. I walked along the maze-like stone walls to see if everything was ok. I saw a lot of animals had sought shelter in the walls. I saw very little damage as the area was mostly only made up of the stone on sandy dirt. The only things I saw ruined were a few wooden benches. I crossed over a stone bridge to find a family of bears. I thought for a moment they might attack, but they didn’t seem bothered by my presence. Maybe they were just happy to have been spared. I saw deer, rabbits, squirrels, and foxes! The foxes were so beautiful and cute, and I watched all the animals play. None were bothered by any of the others. They all got along, it was truly magical to watch. Then I noticed another fox. It was a sort of shimmery white color. It had a cat-like face and HUGE, adorable eyes. It had an extra-long fluffy tail, huge pointed ears and there was a tiny puff of red and blue fur next to both ears. It had a beautiful design in its fur on its chest… it was an extra bright white that almost seemed to glow. It was incredible! I’ve never seen such a beautiful creature! When it saw me, it bounced back and forth playfully, and I walked up to it. It ran back, stopped and bounced again. It wanted me to follow it! I ran after it into a thick, dark, green forest. I could barely keep up with it, and might have lost it had it’s fur not been so bright and sparkly. As I ran, it seemed like the trees bent around me, and I suddenly found myself in a hidden place. It didn’t look like much. The fox shrunk down to the size of a large squirrel or small cat and jumped into the lap of a man. The man didn’t look very magical. He looked very ordinary if anything. He wore a t-shirt and jeans and pair of glasses. He congratulated me for finding the “Lucky Fox”. He introduced himself as it’s guardian and explained that not many people ever got to see the lucky fox, in fact, many spend their lives looking for it to never even get a glimpse… but the fox had chosen to bring me home with it. I was a bit confused… I mean… the fox was awesome, I expected it to live in a more magical looking place, but it’s home looked like an old run-down gas station. There were concrete walls and floor. the man sat on a crate and there was a single old-looking fridge in the middle of the room next to a small, raggedy pet bed. The lucky fox would live here? The man gave me a sticker. It was a cartoon version of the lucky fox as proof that I had found it. Well… it was very cute.. but if anyone needed a decoration, it was the poor fox, so I put it on the ugly old refrigerator next to it’s bed. The fox seemed to like that and jumped into its bed, rolled over on its back, and waved its paws at me playfully. You can’t just NOT play with something that adorable, so I sat next to it and tickled it. It seemed very happy and even gave me little kisses at one point. The man asked me if I wanted to feed it. Who wouldn’t want to feed it?! Of course I did! He handed me a ham sandwich. A ham sandwich? For a fox? I reached in and pulled out a piece of the meat… I mean, surly a fox wouldn’t care for bread or mustard… right? The fox scarfed down the meat and the man got onto me saying that the fox, just like everyone else, had to eat the entire thing for it to be healthy. So, I sat the sandwich down for the fox. It didn’t look happy, but it ate the entire sandwich, after which the man gave me a bottle of milk. The fox jumped into my arms and allowed me to feed him the milk. When it had finished, the man told me I could leave whenever I wanted… after all, I had found the lucky fox – that’s all most people wanted to do, because you only had to see it to be lucky. But I wanted to play with it a bit longer. I tickled it and we were wrestling around just having a great time with one another when I woke up. This was such a fun and happy dream towards the end. 🙂 | ||||
| 5/31/2014 | 2014-06-01 | Julie111957 | ||
| This is my second week doing this project August. The majority of the dreams have been personal from my daily life. I will post here the ones that I have no idea where they are coming from. 5.28.2014 Dreamed about twin baby boys. One was light skinned the other darker skinned. 5.31.2014 Dreamed about someone in the Catholic Church died and I was watching the funeral. The person that passed away was either the Pope, an Archbishop or Cardinal or someone in the hierarchy of the Catholic Church. | ||||
| Ingredients to Avoid | 2014-06-02 | Eric | ||
| Date: 2014-05-31 Time: 0506 Type: Standard, linear, POV I’m in the kitchen of my home preparing the liquid for making crepes. As I wait for the pan to heat up, I head into the basement to grab a golf club (3-iron) to swing around. When I head back upstairs, I find that my parents have arrived and my father has already finished making my crepes, placing them on the coffee table in the family room. I say to him, “Oh, I see that you’ve finished making the rest of the crepes. What did you use?” As I expected, he used the 3 ingredients that I told him “never EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER to use” – oil, white flour and sugar. After explaining the reasons why we should be avoiding these items I ask, “Do you understand?” and he says “yes”, but I quickly retort, “NO YOU DON’T because the ingredients that you used comprise half the crepes!” Although the food has an attractive, “fluffy” appearance and odor, I feel incredibly frustrated and angry that he just doesn’t listen. | ||||
| A Murder Mystery at a Ski Resort | 2014-06-02 | Eric | ||
| Date: 2014-05-31 Time: 0624 Type: Spliced, linear, time-displaced, POV I find myself skiing down a slope in terrible conditions – the weather is warmer than usual and the snow is patchy and nearly completely covered in ice. Although the slope seems deserted, I come to a stop just before the final descent and find a middle-aged woman behind me, on skis and holding an infant in her arms. I direct a comment towards her regarding us being the only ones brave enough to ski in such poor conditions. A quick look behind her shows me that she has lost her ski poles a short way up the slope, so I retrieve them for her. She thanks me and I continue on my way down the slope. The next thing I know, I am back up near the half-way point of the slope. My skis are gone and I am holding a black office chair of some kind in front of me. Around me are several children from Scotland (on skis). Indicating the particularly steep, icy slope in front of us, I ask them in a Scottish accent, “What would happen if I take this thing down the hill?” Amused by my daring suggestion, they say “Yeah! Do it!” With a smile I respond, “Yeah RIGHT! That’s just insane.” The scene jumps back into the past where I am standing in line with my older brother buying our lift tickets. He is standing directly in front of me and when he is first in line, he walks up to the female vendor and says, “2 tickets.” Knowing that I won’t be able to pay him back, I use my mind to fly my ski poles into my hand, but they hit me square in the chest. Pretending to be injured, I tell my brother that I won’t be able to pay for the ticket. Once again, a splice occurs and I am suddenly inside the ski resort with a female cousin, our mutual female friend (who I am attracted to, but don’t recognize), and the youngest sister of a friend of mine (in this lifetime). A murder has been committed and it is our job to solve it. Both of my brothers are in one room reviewing all of the relevant evidence as I examine the “living” room. My cousin and our mutual friend go into the bathroom to perform psychometry on a large bowl filled with some kind of light yellow liquid that I refer to as “a drink – something like lemonade.” When they finally emerge, I look at them and ask, “Psychometry?” Puzzled, they ask “What the heck is that?” I tell them, “That is basically what you are doing.” Turning my attention to the kitchen where the young girl is bothering my brothers, I take her aside and ask her “How would you like to do something fun in the living room?” (indicating that this will be our little secret). She agrees and we proceed to the next room over. There, I ask her “How would you like to solve the murder case?” She exclaims excitedly, “Solve the murder case?!” At this, I quickly pinch her mouth closed with my hand, hoping that nobody has heard us. I say, “Yes. Sometimes what you need is a fresh perspective – someone who looks outside the box.” Shortly after, everyone gathers in the living room for a discussion on why many murder cases don’t get solved. Addressing the group, I inform them that “it’s usually because they’re missing something obvious and because they’ve made assumptions based on 90 – 99% of the evidence, allowing them to jump to a likely conclusion. Usually the evidence in these kind of cases is ‘set up’ by the perpetrator, who knows full well that you will do this – so you’ll never find them.” At the end of the dream, someone brings in a large box from the kitchen filled with an assortment of colourful candies and candy bars as a treat. Opening the box, I ask my younger brother what he wants, and, having examined what looks like miniature individualized versions of Kit-Kat bars, he makes a comment on what an incredible waste of wrapping they are. I reach over to the right side of the box, filled with pink-coloured, strawberry flavoured candies and make an amusing comment of my own, that he finds hilarious. | ||||
| The Wedding and the Weeding | 2014-06-02 | Eric | ||
| Date: 2014-05-31 Time: 0934 Type: Quasi-lucid, spliced, linear, POV Following a long partially remembered dream about a short, bulbous-headed alien entity wreaking havoc in our home and his eventually capture and demise (by squishing), I suddenly find myself in an underground facility, populated by a “future” human community. I have just heard news that one of my female cousins is getting married, and I am heading over to the (sizeable) kitchen to meet her fiancé and work with the kitchen staff. After a walk down a few tunnels, I meet the man and shake his hand. He tells me that he “works construction.” Shortly after, my two brothers and I head over to the kitchen where we are needed to help out with washing an enormous amount of dirty dishes. As part of a group of about 12 other young people, we take our places and begin washing. Frustrated over the inefficiency of the endeavour, I separate myself from the group and chose my own sink where I decide to wash the dishes using only my mind. After observing this fantastically difficult feat, many of the others walk over to me and voice their amazement, egging me on to show them more. I head over to a draw in the kitchen and pull out several utensils including forks, knives and ladles. Floating them into the air, I make them orbit my body as I bend and unbend a 3-sided fork in my hand. I remember that this takes a considerable amount of mental control, as each object requires a certain amount of “attention” to direct its movement. The “elders” observe this warily as if not entertained and attempt to explain to the others how I’m doing this. There is a splice and I suddenly find myself in a market of some kind amidst an older agrarian society. The market is located inside a large wooden shop with a dusty floor, where there are many people (dressed in brown, farmer’s attire) milling around, purchasing produce and seeds. I am part of a 4-person group (team), including 2 other males and 1 female. They tell me that they have other business to attend to and leave the store, promising to meet me up later. As they do this, I find that I can levitate, and so, I float up to the ceiling, just above the shopkeeper. Now, through the front window / wall I can see 4, black cloaked figures approaching the door of the shop. Two of them are male and two are female. As they enter, they look around, apparently searching for me. As I notice that they appear not to have seen me on the ceiling, one of the women suddenly looks up and sees me. She is unfazed by my levitation, but I am uncomfortable that she has spotted me. I make an escape through the ceiling and out onto the street. After venturing around for a while, I find my “team” and we assemble to confront the hooded figures near a large stone circle. The inside of the circle is some kind of portal (stargate) through which people journey to other locations. There is a brief but violent altercation, during which 2 of my team are taken through the circle. The only hooded figure that remains is a woman, whose life I decide to spare. By that time, the other village folk have assembled around the “stargate” to observe our victory and subsequent banishment of the hooded foes. In the final scene, I stand beside my remaining team member (a young woman), with the last cloaked female (now un-hooded) in front of me. My intention is to return through the circle and join the rest of my team. Several towns folk have asked to join me and I consent, permitted that they allow me to screen their minds first (to confirm their purity of heart). Having made the decision to spare her life, the hooded woman also asks to follow me. Wary of her blank expression, I ask my other female team member to examine her mind. A few moments after gazing into her eyes, my friend tells me that “she’s clean.” As they step forward, preparing to walk into the circle, I suddenly stop the hooded woman and say “Too bad!” I look directly into the woman’s eyes and find what my friend could not – the evil within. Using my mind, I float her up towards the dark grey stone ceiling where a large stone slab retracts, revealing 3 giant female infants, pale, naked and covered in blood. They look down in anticipation of their next “doll.” The hooded woman can now no longer conceal her evil intent and her appearance changes considerably, into a wrinkly, dark-eyed wraith. The giant infants snatch her up and I return the stone slab to its place, knowing that she will be there for eternity. As the cheer rises from the crowd, I returning to my female team member who is now looking ashamed and embarrassed at her oversight. I hold her at arm’s length and look into her eyes, telling her that it’s not her fault. In a gentle voice I also give her some advice on where to stow the small knife that she keeps to defend herself, moving it from its place at her throat, to her waist with my hand. Walking over to the circle, the center is now undulating and I prepare to depart. At that moment, my other 2 male team members exit out of the circle, with many needle-like objects sticking out of their skin, as if they were in some sort of battle. Although smiling and talking about a theft of starships, their faces resemble a person who is having an acupuncture treatment. I agree to “come with them when I’m done here.” Waving goodbye to the crowd, I do a dramatic leap into the circle, only to plop onto the ground on the other side. It appears that this action has made me invisible to them, so I stand up in a weary manner and leave the scene. | ||||
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| Headlines | 2014-06-02 | J Awake | ||
| It was the usually wondering a round in the dark or as I call it the void.Then a voice came and I was told. The headlines are going to read the same as august 1949. That was it .In reaching what that could be I came up with 2 possibilities. 1.A 6.7 earthquake killing thousands.2.A test of a nuclear bomb. | ||||
| The void or Darkness | 2014-06-02 | J Awake | ||
| After starting the August Project most of my dreams are just this, searching, walking in what I call the void.It is total darkness with no. emotions attached to it.The only thing is waiting for a voice or the dream to unfold. Reminds me of setting in a dark theater. Some times I am involved in the dream sometimes I am an observer. There may be times at the end clarity is told or shown. | ||||
| homeless people,healing and brocoli | 2014-06-02 | Purple hazydreamer | ||
| Indian airplane crash | 2014-06-02 | nuit777 | ||
| dream project august I was at hotel or guest house, and was getting to ready to leave and drive somewhere with friends, there was a puzzle or bigger view of the area I was driving as I was looking into a video/garden maze pattern then came a point where I could float and I was “birds eye” view of a back of a plane, I more felt like I was a bird and not on the plane but it was India the plane was Indian and there was issues and problems with the plane. This dream has been the most disturbing dream I have had about project august as I woke up thinking plane crash/plane issues with an indian plane. | ||||
| work with russia | 2014-06-02 | nuit777 | ||
| project august was getting ready for work, and it was as if I was in America in Northern Indiana, South Bend. It took longer to get to work. I saw different car fonts, on a computer screen. I was looking for a specific font a cross between a pinball machine 80 style and older Ford style font. Then 2 Russian leaders walk into the studio Yelstein and Gobachev were the men in the studio. I went to look for someplace and there was something that happen. Where I was at a trains station but nothing there and there was 2 young girls that were alone and I look after them. There was a person there like an EMT or Police officer there. | ||||
| Weirdest Night Ever / Forced Religion | 2014-06-03 | Elyse | ||
| Last night/ early this morning was a very strange night for me. My youngest son kept crying in his sleep, so in a desperate attempt to comfort him, I brought him to bed with me, but it didn’t seem to help. He woke me up constantly throughout the night. Bad dreams? I had many mini-dreams… but I only remember one before I was awoken for the last time by my son at 2am. I dreamt that I was given a large cardboard box of Bibles. All of the Bibles were hard-back and had very intricate designs cut into the cover. You could see through the holes that the heart of the Bibles had been cut out leaving an empty cavity with a strange devices in it. I was also given a compass-like device that I was to place on top of the Bibles. One of three things would happen when I set the device on the Bible; It would either spin around wildly, do nothing, or point to the West. I woke up this time on my own because of an odd feeling. It was probably going on 3am. There is a smoke detector in my bedroom that shines a tiny green light… but flying around the smoke detector was a tiny blue light that was maybe the size of a nickel. It would fly for a second and then disappear for a second before reappearing again. I thought that I might be seeing it because I just woke up. Maybe my eyes hadn’t adjusted to being awake… so I looked at a chunk of bare wall to see if the tiny blue circle of light would follow my eyes much like spots do when you come into a dark room after being outside in the sunshine. Nope. In my peripheral vision, I could still see the light moving around the smoke detector in the right hand corner of my bedroom. I wanted to grab my phone or camera to film it… but my phone was in another room and I thought it would disappear if I got up… anyway, it looked a lot like someone was pointing a blue laser pointer at the ceiling, I doubted anyone would believe it if I showed them a video. So I just watched for several minutes as it flew around and then flew into the hall and out of the room. A little while after it left, I flipped onto my left side and saw it, or another one like it, on the ceiling behind me by my windows. After a while it dimmed and vanished into the wall. I didn’t worry too much about what I had seen. I guess I felt more curious than afraid because it didn’t give me a BAD feeling… just a weird feeling. And I believe I was awake when I saw this… but things got weirder. I fell asleep a short while after the dot disappeared and woke up to my husband’s alarm going off. When I opened my eyes the walls of the room were covered with glowing green blotches. It was the color of those greenish glow-in-the-dark stars I pasted to my son’s ceiling. The splotches were fairly large and there were many covering the walls and they looks almost like they were pulsing with light. I noticed that there were no blotches in the hall or bathroom. I wasn’t frightened by this, but I was alarmed. My husband had awoken to hit snooze and before he fell asleep again, I asked if he saw the green on the walls. He said that he had. I then told him about the blue light I had seen earlier. We lied in silence looking at splotches before he told me that he felt sick. I told him that he might need to call in to work because I thought the blue light and green splotches might be making him sick and there was nothing I could do… but then I got very tired all of a sudden and passed out. My husband sets three different alarms to wake up every day. Each plays a different song. It was the second song that woke me up to see the green splotches. I just KNOW I was awake… but when I got up with him after the final alarm, I asked him if he felt better and he had no idea what I was talking about. I told him about the green splotches and he swore he didn’t remember any of it. Maybe it was a dream? But he has a history of not remembering things if he is very tired… I was pretty upset when he left because I was sure that I had seen it in real life… but I can’t be certain because it is possible that I dreamt it. Sometimes my dreams feel real… Several hours after he left, I managed to take a late morning nap with the boys and had another dream. I dreamt that people were being forced to abandon their beliefs. I cant say for sure whether it was military or some alien force… but there were very strange, black, oddly shaped air crafts going up and down streets. Imagine a flying black shield. These crafts looked flat and would fly very quickly horizontally in the sky… but when focusing on a particular area, they would flip vertically and were armed. I watched them blow up a couple of houses. There was a new religion being taught by a man who claimed he was Moses. I watched as many people either chose to accept this new religion being taught by “Moses” or they chose to keep their beliefs. Most who chose to keep their current beliefs armed themselves because so many that did not pick up a gun or knife were killed either by military or by these flying aircrafts. I saw the United States in my mind as this was happening. The states were being divided by color as people chose. There were blue states and there were red states but the blue and red didn’t stand for republican and democrat. The red states were those that chose to fight and keep their beliefs and the blue states were those who chose to adopt the new religion taught by Moses. I noticed when I saw the different states light up in different color that the US was almost equally divided. People were angry on both sides and were on the verge of breaking out in civil war… a religious civil war. After having this vision, I found myself confronted by a little boy who asked if I had any books he could borrow. OF COURSE I DO! I have books for ages at my house! But instead of bringing the little boy to my house I bought him to a mini van. The mini van wasn’t mine, but it seemed like I knew the car and it belonged to a teacher. I opened the back. I found a cardboard box and two backpacks filled with books! I picked up one that was called “Jonah and the Whale”. It was cute and cut into a whale shape. This would be perfect for the little boy! I decided to flip through it, but as I skimmed over the words… I noticed that the story had been re-written. It was about a crazy fisherman who had been startled by a whale and then wrote a fictional story about being swallowed by it because he had been embarrassed that it had scared him. I got angry and tossed the book to the side and tried to find another book. I found one with cartoon naked people on it, and got so embarrassed that my cheeks started to get hot and hurt. I quickly tried to cover it with another book to keep the little boy from seeing it, but the random book I put on top of it was called “Sleeping with my Father”… It had a picture of a little naked girl sitting on a mans lap. With that, I slammed the back of the van shut and told the boy I was sorry. He had a sly grin on his face and asked me what was wrong. I told him the books were inappropriate for children and he started cackling. I then got angry and asked the little boy what his name was. He said “Charlie”. I felt like he was lying. I asked again and he gave me another name. Finally, I commanded him to tell me his REAL name, and his eyes got dark and he gave me a wide, unnatural smile (Literally an ear to ear smile… it looked horrific) and refused to answer. I began praying out loud and the boy started cackling again. He said “I am Moses and this is your future.” I woke up. My night and dreams were so weird, I wasn’t sure If I should write them. I know your only interested in dreams, but for the life of me… I can’t tell you if the green blotches were real or not. It was one of the weirdest nights I’ve ever had…I feel like I am going crazy. From the things that I saw (Or possibly dreamt) to the dreams… Why would the boy claim to be Moses of all people? I’ve been terribly confused and distraught all day. I can’t make anything of it… | ||||
| “Product of the Inter-glacial Lapse” | 2014-06-03 | Eric | ||
| Date: 2014-06-02 Time: 0259 Type: Spliced, non-linear, POV / 2P The title of this dream was given to me upon waking. In the dream, I am some form of “guardian” entity that protects “others” against a malevolent being that uses 3 identical-looking women as tools of its mischief. The scene begins with myself and this being in some sort of large structure that may be underground due to the multitude of hanging beams and catwalks surrounding us. We are discussing its intentions and how it plans to carry them out. The main subject involves some kind of poison / drug that is absorbed mainly through the blood stream, but can also be inhaled. As the 3 women lead me into a section of the beamed structure for a demonstration, I begin to have second thoughts about involving myself with this entity (it can’t be trusted). At the last moment, I refuse to observe the demonstration, and attempt to free myself from the grip of one of the women. Unknowingly, she has hidden a small razor in her hand, laced with the drug which cuts my middle finger as I move my hand away. Instantly, I realize that I was to be the subject of the demonstration all along, so that I could experience the effects of the drug first-hand. Stumbling backwards, I begin to feel extremely fatigued, yet unmistakably “high” as if the chemical has some kind of tranquilizing effect. As the scene becomes blurry and unfocused, I remember having an understanding that this drug is highly addictive and that I will eventually need another “fix.” A splice occurs, and now I see myself and these 3 women working in an office setting. All of us are still “high” and feeling the drowsy effects of the drug. What’s interesting is that whenever we have the thought that we need a fix, we receive one almost immediately. This up and down cycle continues for some time as the scene shifts from us being “all-knowing” beings to being “regular” human beings. Eventually, while we are briefly in the state of being “all-knowing”, I emphatically recommend to the others that “we need to get off this [drug] RIGHT NOW.” As I say this, it happens automatically. It is then that I have a vision about where the “drug” idea came from – “snuffle parties.” In the vision, people gather into a room where they partake in the inhalation of a fine, white powder. A thick-faced, bald man stands by the door with the “snuff” nearly covering the entire bottom half of his face. Observing his expression, it’s clear that he has also become very addicted to the substance, whatever it is. With a jovial smile and manic stare he welcomes people with a “Come on in!” | ||||
| Backyard Strangeness | 2014-06-03 | Eric | ||
| Date: 2014-06-02 Time: 0840 Type: Standard, spliced, linear, POV In my backyard, I am approximately the size of a small mouse. As I scurry along the rather tall grass, I am followed intently by a mother robin and 1 of her young. Although the robin is probably average-sized, it appears to be several feet taller than me as I look up into its light yellow coloured beak. It’s also possible that I am simply another one of her young. Once and a while, the mother robin will nip me on the back of the neck, urging me to look for food to feed both her and her young. Obediently, I make my way around the entire backyard, beginning with the vegetable garden on the west side. As I walk, I find that I am growing taller and taller until I return to my normal, human height. When I reach the east fence, there is now a large wooden slab resting against the fence, forming a type of cubby-hole. Crouching down to look inside, I see that it is very dark, but I can just make out a single, old, short, brown and rotting cob of corn growing out of the soil under the fence. Thinking that “I may have found something” (meaning food), I duck down and move into the cubby-hole, noticing almost instantly that I am not alone. Near the very crook of the slab is a live, small light-brown rabbit sitting innocently inside of a cage. Somehow, I am able to crawl into the cage. As I do this, the scene suddenly changes and I am now standing in a single-room 20×20 ft den that has been built in my backyard. There is a sliding glass-door that faces south (towards the house) and a closet on the rear (north side), next to a single long couch that rests against the north wall. The carpet is a very light burgundy and the ceiling slants slightly towards the front. After getting my bearings, I decide to play with the rabbit for a while, somehow knowing that it is my parent’s pet whom they have “secretly kept from me.” A splice occurs, and I am still in the same room, but am now joined by a very old Gary Cherone and Nuno Bettencourt from the band “Extreme.” My feeling is that these guys are “on their way out and just want one more jam session.” Gary hands my a beautiful blue guitar and plugs his own into an old, 1×12 black tube amp that was owned by my brother more than 16 years ago. I plug mine into a Marshall head that rests on the floor (obviously, a strange setup). It has a perfect feel and very “bluesy” sound, so I begin our jam session by playing “La Grange” by ZZ Top. Even though Gary doesn’t know the song, he joins in and plays a solo in A (although the original solo is in C), but after he’s finished I yell “Now back to C!” changing the key to C and playing the original solo. Throughout the song, my guitar changes colours twice – first to a marble green, then to a drab grey. As Gary goes into the closet to get something, I turn to Nuno who has been watching us the whole time from the couch. I walk over to him and say “Man, I should be the one sitting down and watching YOU.” As I hand him my guitar and pick, I notice that I have given him a THIN peach coloured, translucent pick, so I tell him that he needs something better. Walking into the closet, I find a handful of MEDIUM and HEAVY picks sitting on a shelf in a compartment just to the side. As I walk back into the room, the dream ends. | ||||
| Emotional Recreation | 2014-06-03 | Eric | ||
| Date: 2014-06-02 Time: 1020 Type: Standard, spliced, POV I am back in the den, however it has now grown in size and contains 2 rooms and a hallway. The second room is crowded with people as if I am hosting a party of some kind. In the first room, my older brother and I are playing some guitar, apparently being guided by an ENORMOUS interactive, full-colour, book that is lying on the floor. As I turn the pages (which are covered in pictures), it seems to give us the music. Some of the pictures depict male and female “superheroes” that can be identified by their ostentatious attire. Off to my left stands a young boy (a friend) who eyes the book with wonder and interest. After a while, I start to get bored until I hear a bang come from the hallway, adjacent to our room. A young woman has just slammed the door behind her and stormed in, apparently frustrated and crying. Recognizing one of my dear friends, I hurry to console her, but am beaten to the punch by a gaggle of women who rush to her side and lead her to the second room. As they pass me, the crying woman’s attitude changes dramatically and now she appears to be enjoying herself and ordering one of her friends to “bring her water.” Returning to the first room, I sit back down on the floor and suddenly notice that a football (soccer) match is being broadcast onto the middle of the room for a couple of people sitting in the corner. The 3-D image fills the entire room and feels as if we were actually sitting on the field. One of my high school friends sits beside me to my left, and I get the impression that he is supposed to be an assistant referee in the game. The match is between Germany (in white) and Australia (in Black), and, after a brief glance at the scoreboard, it seems (to my disappointment) that Australia is winning 3 or 4 to nil. Suddenly, the action turns to the Germany side where the Australian team is crowding the net and scores another goal. However, since my friend is distracted talking to me, he forgets to call the goal. Strangely, the players and fans go about their business, but the head referee (irate and exasperated), runs over to us with his whistle in his mouth shouting for my friend to pay attention and look over at the German net, which apparently is his responsibility. Australia is on another break and subsequently scores another goal. Although my friend calls it, I am even more disappointed since Germany is one of my favourite teams. It appears however, that our lapse has not gone unnoticed. A young, troubled boy, probably around the age of 10 and masking his lust for bullying, has positioned himself strategically behind us while we were distracted. He is becoming increasingly annoyed at our “interference in the game” and begins to yank at my shirt collar from behind rather aggressively. After choosing to ignore his first attempts at instigation, I eventually snap and turn around, grabbing his arms and wrestling him to the floor. Although I know that my strength is formidable, he appears to be a good match. However, I manage to get him on his back and am about to stomp on his face when I change my mind and yell “I don’t want to start this!” Walking away, I move into the second room and search a few drawers for the key to my house, where I plan to spend a relaxing evening alone, watching the game and enjoying a snack, without being disturbed by all these annoying people. | ||||
| Music and Drugs | 2014-06-04 | Jennifer Joy | ||
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I have an uncle that we have completely disowned because he is a sociopath, a pathological liar, and a drug dealer/user. He is disgusting but I’ll spare you the additional details about how he likes to run naked around little girls… but that’s another story. Unfortunately he stays at a place that is within earshot of my house. He is rarely home (thank God) and seems to only show up after a drug run. When he gets home, he will blow some kind of really loud musical instrument and I am convinced that it is a way to alert his fellow druggies that he is home and the drugs are free-flowing, but I have no way to prove any of this. Anyway, I had a dream that it was late at night and my mom, dad, husband, children and I are all sitting around outside visiting when we hear what we think is my uncle tooting his horn again. So we all realize that he is back and are very disappointed because we have to worry about keeping an extra close watch on things and on the children (like I said he has a fascination with walking around naked). We are discussing these things when all of a sudden he is right there but the music is still playing/blowing. We start to complain to him about the horn blowing/music and his drug friends when we realize that he isn’t the one doing it and he says “it’s not me.” We are wondering where the music is coming from when we ask “well, then who is it.” This dream concerned me because I hope it is not literally predictive that there will be another drug pusher in this town. |
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| TENTS, RAINBOWS, COUNTERS, YELLOW DRESS, AND AN AFFAIR WITH A SENATOR | 2014-06-04 | Jennifer Joy | ||
| I was either at Sams or Home Depot. I needed a tent to live in because we (my husband children and I) had to leave our home because of the Radon Gas. I walked right up to the counter and decided to order 2 tents without even looking at them to save time. My husband and children were in the truck waiting for me and my mom and dad were in their car following us and were also waiting on me. It takes what seems like hours for them to get the tent while I stayed right there at the counter waiting. Girl just doesn’t come back, I finally walk around the store. Through the window, I see my dad outside loading things up from the lumber yard into his TRUCK! That means that I was there so long that he and mom were able to drive all the way home and back (1 ½ hours each way). I find a different girl that works there and she is asking me what I ordered. I think I told her the number 1 and the number 2. We look all around the store and can’t find anything like I ordered. There are tents hanging up for display and I think that one of them is the one I ordered but I don’t know for sure because I ordered it before I saw it. I see that Chris and all the kids are asleep in the truck. We can’t find the tent so she goes into the back. Chris comes in and I am walking around the store with the woman. I am explaining to Chris that the thing that is so frustrating is that I didn’t even shop at all, I just walked in and ordered it immediately and I am still waiting. At the counter waiting and it is suddenly a different counter . The woman asks me if I am staying for the evening. I say yes. She tells me that she will get me something to wear. I am confused and I look up and see everything arranged by color. I see a whole room of these beautiful yellow evening dresses. I know that there are other rooms where the dresses are organized by color but all I see is the yellow room. The woman is talking about her daughter and I look up and to the right of me there is a man and a woman holding onto each other with tight clothing on and they are doing a circus act on those ropes/silk ropes. I walk into the other room and all the Senators are in a open room with stadium seating (rows of 3) like that game show. “Matchgame” that used to be on in the 60’s and 70’s. There is a woman at the top row with blonde hair all puffed up in a tidy 1960’s bouffant hairdo and the furthest left seat available and she is speaking her mind about whatever topic they are discussing. Every seat is filled in the Senate seats and they are organized by color- (rainbow colors again). The lady that was in the leftmost, top seat was in yellow and her nameplate was yellow and her seat was yellow. I realize that this is where they have their mandatory meetings. I called them congressmen at first in my head in the dream but then I realized that they were specifically Senators. I was surprised because it wasn’t the huge, glamorous room depicted on TV. It was very standard, minimal, and non glamorous. The Senate members were also plain and dressed minimalistic. (They had clothes on just not expensive suits and dresses.) I am standing at the front of the room listening to all of them for a long time. I realize that I am the only person in the room that they are talking to while they are arguing their points to one another. I was surprised to see every seat filled because we all know from the record books that many Senators and Congressmen don’t even show up to vote but every seat was filled. I go back in the other room and talk to the lady again at the counter and find out that the dinner/party tonight all the Senators would be present and that they would also choose clothing from these color-organized rooms based on the color that they were already assigned. I was surprised that they would all choose clothing from these rooms. Clothing that was already worn; although still very pretty. I was surprised because senators are seen as the elitist organization so why would they wear clothing that was preworn. Apparently, this was the standard procedure every time they met. I was standing there realizing that I was going to be meeting all of these Senators tonight. I saw the wedding ring on my finger and wondered if I should take it off or not. I realized that this was a very important decision to make because I knew that if I stayed, and took off my ring, that I would be engaged with a Senator that night and that my whole life was going to change. I knew that if I stayed someone would want me to be theirs, that someone would fall in love with me. I knew if I stayed, that THAT someone would be a Senator and that I would meet and marry him, and that my whole life and the lives of my children would change forever. I was standing there and it seemed like time stood still while I was trying to make a decision on whether I was going to take off my wedding ring, wear the yellow dress, meet the Senator, have an affair, and change the course of my life forever, or whether I would leave and go back home before the big event later that night. Then I woke up. | ||||
| The Lost City | 2014-06-05 | Eric | ||
| Date: 2014-06-04 Time: 0417 Type: Flash, linear, 2P I am a member of a 4 person team that resembles SG-1. We are on an expedition to uncover a lost / buried city and to acquire its power, however there is an unspoken feeling that each of us is out for “personal glory”, or somehow wants to obtain the power for ourselves. In the scene, we are standing at the very edge of the ruins, facing a large, horizontal stone wheel that has a variety of numbers / symbols carved on its surface. If pushed in the proper combination and sequence, the device will “mobilize” the city and “release” whatever powerful contents it is withholding. While facing this wheel, I have the understanding that great knowledge is required to obtain the “code”, which is a series of numbers, “beginning from a particular date.” My female team member (to my right) and I make a concerted effort to unlock the correct sequence. However, in the process of pushing various numbers, more and more of the ruin is uncovered, until some kind of an argument ensues between us. Suddenly and unexpectedly, an ancient relic emerges from the ground across the grass field behind. It is an enormous 100 ft. animate stone statue of an Egyptian war god who sits on a “throne of stone soldiers” and “goads us into fighting with each other.” A battle subsequently ensues and I find myself climbing over the furious statue (all the way to the top) in an attempt to escape the mayhem. Unfortunately, I slip, and slide all the way down to the bottom, where the statue orders me to attack. On the ground, I pick up a solid gold knife in my left hand and a long, solid gold sword in my right. Pretending to charge one of the battling soldiers, I run across the crowded field to where my female companion has just finished deciphering the code. The first thing that she does is “zero” (reset) the combination by pushing a few numbers. When this happens, several numbers glow a dark orange, clearly reading January 2000. One of our male team members presses the first number (a 4 I think), and my female companion presses the second (a 5). Even though I know the combination (something like 4540), I hesitate when my turn is reached because I know that we only have one shot at the this and it has to be done properly. In her impatience, the woman quickly presses the next number, but accidently presses the wrong one (a 7, which is directly next to the 4). The team is exasperated and panicky as we desperately try to reset the combination once again. | ||||
| Winter Driving | 2014-06-05 | Eric | ||
| Date: 2014-06-04 Time: 0949 Type: Flash, linear, POV I am returning home from school in my old, white, 2-door manual 1996 Ford Escort LX. The conditions are cloudy and there is a considerable amount of snow on the ground. As I pull out onto the road, I see that there is a small pile-up of vehicles to my right that has clogged traffic. I laugh to myself and turn left, shifting into neutral down a steep hill. Strangely enough, I have complete confidence in my car’s traction, despite knowing that I don’t have winter tires on. I smile to myself as I level out, only to see a large, dark-grey van speeding past me on my left on some kind of adjacent “car-pool” lane. The van has a logo on the back, advertising a cable company. | ||||
| Out for a Walk | 2014-06-05 | Eric | ||
| Date: 2014-06-04 Time: 0949 Type: Flash, linear, POV I am taking my grey mini schnauzer out for a walk along the perimeter of a field that is covered in 1 – 2 feet of snow. The snow feels “unseasonal” as we follow a trail that was made by a group of people in heavy boots. When we reach my house, I find myself tediously “picking” the snow out of her feet with a wet towel in the garage. | ||||
| Termination | 2014-06-05 | Eric | ||
| Date: 2014-06-04 Time: 0949 Type: Flash, linear, POV Following a rather innocuous dream about school relationships, bullying and lifting weights, I find myself in a large room, amidst a flurry of activity. Several young people and I are lying flat on the ground next to a white rack or table (to our left) that has been overturned to shield us from the bullets that are being aimed at us from a man firing an automatic weapon across the room. His intention is to kill everyone in the room, and he will stop at nothing. However, on our side of the room stands another man, holding a similar weapon and firing back. I have an impression that both men are “terminators” or “machines” of some kind, emotionless and enacting their duty / programming. Each time one of their bullets makes contact with their skin, a spurt of blood gushes out, yet they apparently take no notice. I also have the strange idea that this scene is being shot as part of a movie. Immediately behind me is a girl who I feel is attracted to me in some way. She is crying hysterically as another boy behind her (who is attracted to her) looks to me for guidance. In time, the man protecting us emerges victorious and the scene closes with me holding the crying woman in my arms (slightly to my left) on the ground. As the camera focusses on us, tears flood my own eyes as I think of the production value of our “acting”. | ||||
| SATURN? | 2014-06-05 | Tree Sister | ||
| SATURN? Tuesday, 3 June, 2014 9am-ish cdt In front of me was a huge glass window, the size of a wall (8 foot square-ish) with a wooden frame. Outside the window was a huge planet that filled the whole view, and it had a red (brownish-orange shade) ring around the equator area that was flat and stuck out, not too far. (As if a sphere were bisected by a CD which stuck out all around.) The planet seemed to be black with some shades of gray or light brown around the edges, to delineate it from the black sky behind it. I was amazed by the sight. I seemed to be in a small room. Someone—I believe it was my partner—was in the room with me but I only saw the planet and the window. I said, “Is that REALLY Saturn?” and he answered in the affirmative. In the dream I was wondering if I was viewing this from out in space or from on earth, and the impression that came back to me was that I was on earth. It did kind of look like some illustration out of “The Restaurant at the End of the Universe” or something: astonishing, vivid, slightly caricature-like perhaps, because it was so HUGE, filling the whole view out the window (but the whole of it was in view). I was not lucid. | ||||
| SITTING OUT THE MOVIE | 2014-06-05 | Tree Sister | ||
| 2) SITTING OUT THE MOVIE Tuesday, 3 June, 2014 9:45 am-ish cdt I was in a huge building that housed a movie theatre. I was in a large room in the back that was separated from the theatre by a wall. My partner was going to take his client, a man in a wheelchair [his WL client], into the theatre. They were very happy at an announcement that there would be space in there “by the wall” which would be near the restrooms, so they planned to go there because of the convenience of that. The next thing I recall is being accompanied by a very tall man (like, seven feet perhaps) who was very affectionate toward me. He felt familiar; I was comfortable around him. I thought we were also going to the movie, but instead we approached a slightly-below-ground-level seating area that was something like an orchestra pit where there were perhaps about twenty people, including quite a few small children who were running around. The children were running around in the area outside of the sunken seating place as well. I had the impression the children would become bored and disruptive during the movie, so these folks were hanging out here instead. This whole area was part of the section that was behind the back wall of the theatre. There were many other people milling about here, too, in addition to the folks in the lowered seating area. This space was huge, with very high ceilings (that I didn’t see). There seemed to be no windows, so don’t know if this was happening during the night or day. The general mood of all these people who were not attending the movie seemed quite amiable, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. The man and I sat with the folks in the lowered seating area, and seemed to be enjoying ourselves as well. At one point I wanted to go do something, perhaps go to the restroom, and wondered if I’d need to show my ticket to go beyond a certain point. Had the impression that I did have a ticket, even though not using it. There was much more to this dream but these bits above are all I remember. I don’t find myself attracted to extremely tall men, but this man feels to be someone dear to me from another dimension; I believe he is the same one encountered in May 8 dream, whom I noted was tall, though not quite that much. [tall=stature?] I do not recall any particular colors and I was not lucid. | ||||
| Burning Mosque | 2014-06-05 | heavendreamer | ||
| I am in a large city, I think Los Angeles. I am leaving a restaurant/business. As I am walking out, I see that the entire city is in chaos. People are running and cars are racing. I feel panic. I am trying to decide which way to go when I hear a loud explosion and look up. The dome of a mosque is on fire. People are screaming and I wake up. | ||||
| Russian Agents – Mistakes in Britain | 2014-06-05 | Ablelba | ||
| 20140605-Russian Agents—Mistakes in Britain Dream at 6AM DST, 21:50 LST August 2014 Project This dream is more a series of images. I dreamed that there was a dead man in a dark suit face down, his arms and legs spread wide, lying on a white expanse. Not sure if he was lying on white sheets of a bed, a white carpet, or a beach, but he was certainly dead, a look of surprise on his face. He surprised a high-ranking British government employee/civil servant, who found him when returning to his private property. The dead Russian was looking for something hidden. He made an accident that killed him suddenly. He lost a lot of blood through a large hole in his abdomen, but most of it had soaked into/passed through the mattress/carpet/beach; Although he was bled almost dry, he was not lying in a pool of blood. There was a streak of blood going from the body to … a drain? There is a white rounded structure nearby, shaped like a beach cabana, or a rounded tent open at one end. Lots of white in this scene that contrasts with the dark clothing of the dead Russian. He was a heavy set, fairly young man (mid 30s), with very short, dark hair. Next scene. A Russian official is surrounded by reporters. They are asking many questions but he can only give vague answers. He is embarrassed, frightened and a bit overwhelmed as they press him from all sides, with cameras flashing. He makes a misstep and falls five feet off of a platform. He is not hurt, but the reporters laugh at him. Derisive comments appear in the newspapers about bumbling Russians. He has shamed his country. | ||||
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| free fall | 2014-06-05 | wendlo | ||
| Well I went to bed and kept thinking what will the biggest headline be for august. My dream is short and simple. In my dream I was looking down and my pocket change was falling into what looked like brown dried grass or straw and when it hit the straw or grass it was gone and I couldn’t find it. | ||||
| Preparation | 2014-06-05 | sherriann | ||
| Project August 2014 June 5/6, 2014 Preparation From what I can remember, which isn’t much, my three dreams were coaching me to get my house in order; full pantry, paid bills and yes, Mr. Clean, helping me with a detailed cleaning of my kitchen. Very domestic. Next, I find myself in a stand-up bar having a drink with two of my sisters and telling them about SHADOW, a fairly new program I discovered yesterday, that will, when fully developed and released, collect and analyse dreams in a unique way, and from what I can tell, for a unique purpose. The younger sister was nodding her head, whole heartedly agreeing with my words…and then we were disrupted by another family member entering the scene. It’s always frustrating when good conversations are interrupted. After the dream, I went to find a potential release date, which turns out to be July, and noted that release dates are often moved forward or maybe the release won’t take off until August. | ||||
| Tagged With A Special Ability | 2014-06-06 | ArkansasElderX | ||
| In the dream I was both myself and was a young girl, perhaps 10-12 years old. The young girl me was part of a group of children tagged, perhaps hash tagged, with some special ability. The children were restricted and controlled. They were being moved somewhere as a group. As myself, an older adult male in real life, I was tagged with the same ability but was able to come and go more freely. I was going to go to the same place the children were being moved to but I would be able to come back without being restricted as the children were. In the dream, there was no indication of a connection between the girl me and the adult me, just shifts in point of view. Even as I was waking up, I tried to remember more of the dream and what the significance of this was, but these fragments were all I was able to get. Before falling asleep, I had set the August Dream intention three times, rather than five, just as I was sinking into sleep. | ||||
| Time To Go | 2014-06-06 | ArkansasElderX | ||
| In the dream I am doing something at a screen, possibly watching tv or working on a computer. I am reaching the exasperation point at the same old same old and am about to explode with the need to do something new and meaningful. A friend of my sister’s, Tom D. comes up to tell me sorrowfully that he’s realized its time for him to go. He’s going to take off and hit the road. I realize that it is time for me to go too. My dad, who in real life died ten years ago, is there in the dream. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He fishes out the $100 bill he always kept tucked away in his wallet for emergencies and gives it to Tom for his travels. Both Tom and I are deeply moved by the gesture. | ||||
| My Great Grandmother | 2014-06-07 | Jennifer Joy | ||
| I was in Dumas, Arkansas and was headed to my great-grandmother’s house (Cora-who passed on years ago). When I got to her house, there was a huge Realtor looking sign on the front lawn with only my Great Grandmother’s picture on it instead of Real Estate information. I was sobbing in my dream because I missed my Great Grandmother so much. I kept sobbing and I was so upset. It was such a horrible feeling of sadness. I walked onto her lawn, past the sign, and then into her old house but it wasn’t her house anymore at all. The entire thing was different and completely changed. My cousin Staci was there, other family, and there was a feeling about my Uncle Marion again but I didn’t actually see him in my dream. It was like her house was now a mansion. I walked through the doorways and the frame for every door was different than it used to be. I was paying attention to the frames and the molding and noticing how different it was. I kept crying and was so sad that I couldn’t see the house the way it used to be. The town of Dumas was completely different too and nothing was the same. It was like that whole area had been swirled around and changed. | ||||
| Airplane in Water | 2014-06-07 | Tessie | ||
| I am watching a televised video footage of an airplane that overshot land and crashed into the water. The plane was the size of a corporate jet. The plane appeared to be traveling east to west and it felt like a coastline. The video image was so close that you could see the pilot and passengers through the windows. The pilot looked calm. Some of the passengers looked frightened but not panicked. When the plane hit the water, it stayed on top and passengers were able to climb out. Some jumped into the water and started swimming to shore. There were some that I was concerned about as they appeared unable to swim yet were still in the water. | ||||
| High school, Eggs, Hotel, and Shelf Cloud/ Tornados | 2014-06-08 | Jennifer Joy | ||
| We are at the hotel Days Inn. My friend from high school, Anne, is there. We are tossing around an egg that has been blown out so that it is just a hollow shell. She is having so much fun that she calls our mutual friend from high school, Jennifer, and tells her that she has to come over today later on and meet us at the hotel so that she can see the game and play too. She mentioned something about if she couldn’t make it to the hotel to just meet us at our house later on that day. I don’t say anything but we won’t be at the hotel we are packing up to leave. I don’t know why I wouldn’t just tell her except that I was excited that she was including me and didn’t want to rock the boat. I realize that it is getting late and we have to pack up to leave. Anne is suddenly gone and My oldest daughter is laying on the bed now. I look at the clock and it is 1210. I know that no hotel has checkout past 1200 and I am concerned so I ask her to call the front desk and ask for late checkout. The front desk clerk gets on the phone with me and apologizes for something and tells me that it’s been fixed. I had no idea about what he was talking about but I played along because I was just glad he wasn’t asking me why we weren’t checked out and that he wasn’t charging me for another day. I repeat to him that he has it worked out and he responds with yes. I then hang up the phone and start loading the truck. It is 2 parking spaces away (lengthwise) and so I was having to walk to load out things. We had so much stuff in the hotel room. I kept finding my husbands things all over in drawers and under desks. All of his stuff was hidden and I started to get mad that he hadn’t loaded any of it up yet but I continued packing everything away anyway. I start taking everything out of the room and placing it right outside the door so that I could tell the front desk that we were out. My other child wants to nurse so I sit on the bed with her and hold her. I nurse her for a few minutes but then I tell her mommy has to get up and pack. She acts mad at me and I get sad that she is acting mad at me when I took time out of what I was doing to make sure her needs were fulfilled. I decide to make a trip to the car and load some of the things accumulating outside and I notice that it looks black outside. But it’s 1210 I thought to myself, how can it be black. I look around and notice that it is a huge black cloud over us. I can barely see the end in any direction but I can see that it is only like a shelf cloud because I can see bright sunlight coming through around the edges that look like they are miles away.It wasn’t just a cloud over me, it was a huge cloud that looked like it was over the entire city. It looks really scary and I am scared that it is a tornado or something, but it doesn’t look like anything is forming. I get mad at myself and start to remember my other dream about a tornado and how Garden Grill wasn’t there anymore and I wondered if this was the tornado that was going to wipe out part of the city. I’m mad because I didn’t take the first Project August dream seriously and now I am a precarious situation. Why did I come to Fayetteville? Why didn’t I stay home? It starts to rain and I realize that I couldn’t load the truck without everything getting soaking wet so I go back into the room and I decide to call the front desk and stay an extra night. I am concerned though that they don’t have a tornado shelter and realize that I would feel so much better if I were home were I could be safe, but I don’t know how to do it all before we get charged another night and still trust my instinct to want to be home. I don’t want to waste money by paying for a night and not staying. The clouds are growing darker by the minute and they look so viscous. What am I going to do. Then I wake up. | ||||
| Week of June 1 | 2014-06-08 | Julie111957 | ||
| My 3rd Week, Project August. 6/2/14 Dreamed I was standing in the entrance of a building. I was waiting for someone to arrive. A car pulled up in from of the building & It parked on the street. There was a sidewalk like in a neighborhood. A man was driving the car. He came out of the driver’s door and ran around the front of the car. He opened the back door on the passenger side of the car. He helped a man that was in the back seat get out of the car. The man looked weak and he had a lot of blood on the right shoulder area. My first thought was that he had been shot. They walked toward me and I told them to come in and I would find someone to help them. That was the end of the dream. The two men were of African descent. Very black dark skin. They were both wearing the same clothes, all white uniform. There were also patches on their sleeves. There was red lettering on the patches. I had the feeling these were good guys. My first thought when I saw them was that they were Marines. | ||||
| High school, Eggs, Hotel, and Shelf Cloud/ Tornados | 2014-06-08 | Jennifer Joy | ||
| We are at the hotel Days Inn. My friend from high school, Anne, is there. We are tossing around an egg that has been blown out so that it is just a hollow shell. She is having so much fun that she calls our mutual friend from high school, Jennifer, and tells her that she has to come over today later on and meet us at the hotel so that she can see the game and play too. She mentioned something about if she couldn’t make it to the hotel to just meet us at our house later on that day. I don’t say anything but we won’t be at the hotel we are packing up to leave. I don’t know why I wouldn’t just tell her except that I was excited that she was including me and didn’t want to rock the boat. I realize that it is getting late and we have to pack up to leave. Anne is suddenly gone and My oldest daughter is laying on the bed now. I look at the clock and it is 1210. I know that no hotel has checkout past 1200 and I am concerned so I ask her to call the front desk and ask for late checkout. The front desk clerk gets on the phone with me and apologizes for something and tells me that it’s been fixed. I had no idea about what he was talking about but I played along because I was just glad he wasn’t asking me why we weren’t checked out and that he wasn’t charging me for another day. I repeat to him that he has it worked out and he responds with yes. I then hang up the phone and start loading the truck. It is 2 parking spaces away (lengthwise) and so I was having to walk to load out things. We had so much stuff in the hotel room. I kept finding my husbands things all over in drawers and under desks. All of his stuff was hidden and I started to get mad that he hadn’t loaded any of it up yet but I continued packing everything away anyway. I start taking everything out of the room and placing it right outside the door so that I could tell the front desk that we were out. My other child wants to nurse so I sit on the bed with her and hold her. I nurse her for a few minutes but then I tell her mommy has to get up and pack. She acts mad at me and I get sad that she is acting mad at me when I took time out of what I was doing to make sure her needs were fulfilled. I decide to make a trip to the car and load some of the things accumulating outside and I notice that it looks black outside. But it’s 1210 I thought to myself, how can it be black. I look around and notice that it is a huge black cloud over us. I can barely see the end in any direction but I can see that it is only like a shelf cloud because I can see bright sunlight coming through around the edges that look like they are miles away.It wasn’t just a cloud over me, it was a huge cloud that looked like it was over the entire city. It looks really scary and I am scared that it is a tornado or something, but it doesn’t look like anything is forming. I get mad at myself and start to remember my other dream about a tornado and how Garden Grill wasn’t there anymore and I wondered if this was the tornado that was going to wipe out part of the city. I’m mad because I didn’t take the first Project August dream seriously and now I am a precarious situation. Why did I come to Fayetteville? Why didn’t I stay home? It starts to rain and I realize that I couldn’t load the truck without everything getting soaking wet so I go back into the room and I decide to call the front desk and stay an extra night. I am concerned though that they don’t have a tornado shelter and realize that I would feel so much better if I were home were I could be safe, but I don’t know how to do it all before we get charged another night and still trust my instinct to want to be home. I don’t want to waste money by paying for a night and not staying. The clouds are growing darker by the minute and they look so viscous. What am I going to do. Then I wake up. | ||||
| Flying Body of Light | 2014-06-08 | Elyse | ||
| After several days of not being able to remember any dreams, I was finally able to remember bits and pieces of one. As it started out, I was in a large, desert-like area with my husband who was filming the sky in broad daylight. We were surrounded by mountains and there was very little plant life – just the occasional unhealthy looking shrub or patch of grass. The ground was hard, cracked and had a red tint to it… this wasn’t a place I was familiar with… I had a camcorder in my hand and was filming the sky too, but was terribly bored and very hot. Suddenly, In the sky I saw a bright light… It was very hard to look at; like looking at the sun. I shaded my eyes with my right hand while I filmed with the left. I could barely make it out, but there was a ring of yellow light filled with a bright white light. In the middle of the ring was a yellow circle and centered under the yellow circle was a yellow semi-circle. I realized immediately that I have seen this symbol before in another recent dream. I had seen it in the middle of a great arch of fire in the sky! As it flew closer over head, I couldn’t tell if it was some sort of UFO or spiritual body… but it was getting dangerously close, so I decided to run. There was some sort of military base nearby that I ran to. I ran by a line of strange-looking armed, black, military air crafts and the light in the sky shot out what I can only describe as small beams of white light. I know this sounds cheesy… but It looked ALOT like the beams of light that the space ships shot out at one another on Star Wars. I didn’t stop running, and its probably a good thing, because ALL of the air crafts that had been lined up exploded, and I looked like something out of an action movie as I ran through the HUGE and incredible explosion unscathed. For whatever reason… I was afraid that the flying light had been aiming for me and missed… but in the dream, I had been filming the incident perfectly while running and when my husband and I reviewed the footage, it showed that the flying light had swooped down to fire at the military aircrafts, being careful to hit one far enough away from me that I would be able to escape. Incredible… My husband wanted to show the film to some “paranormal investigators”, so I went with him to a home. Inside, there were people seated on couches that had been arranged into a circle. I immediately felt uncomfortable… but didn’t say anything. I wanted to support my husband. It is very rare that he gets excited by things… I didn’t want to ruin it for him… He showed them my footage and talked with the group for a little while before he left to go do something. The minute he left, the people in the group asked me to join them. I told them that I could not… people like me shouldn’t be in those kinds of groups… it could be very dangerous. They insisted and pleaded over and over again for me to join, promising me that they could find out what was “wrong” with me and “fix” it. I still didn’t feel like this was a good idea… my husband came back and acted excited that I was being offered a place in their group and also insisted that I join. I begrudgingly accepted… They wanted to take me somewhere to catch ghosts thinking that I would draw one out and make it manifest itself. I was very upset because I just knew that I was going to end up getting hurt. Somehow, they had gotten distracted and I managed to sneak away… I had walked to some sort of warehouse-like store. It reminded me a bit of Sam’s Club or maybe a Lowes. There were thick metal shelves of things, but I didn’t pay attention to what was on them. I had seen something that really caught me off guard. Some of these shelves had been cleared off and on one side was a line of people sitting on crates painting make-up on women’s faces and also painting a few decorative knick-knacks. I thought that this was one of the strangest things I have ever seen… but it looked kinda fun to me, so I sat between a large man that looked a lot like a body builder and a skinny man. Both were wearing something that looked like a prison jump-suit. I asked if I could help and they had me get up and pick some paint brushes out from a set behind them. When I looked into the box, I was SO excited. They had some of the most beautifully made paint brushes I have ever seen. I’m ALL about detail when I paint… and the paint brushes had tips SO FINE that I could hardly believe it! I had picked out several fine-tipped paint brushes when I was confronted by a man in a purple suit. In order to work there, I would have to sign a contract that would basically make me a slave. It dawned on me that this man was a pimp… and that those women getting their face painted were not doing it for themselves. My stomach churned and I ran out of there as quickly as I could… I had met up with my husband at a gas station somewhere. He wanted to go back to the desert area to film. I didn’t think this was a good idea… but it looked like he had his heart set on it, so I told him that I would go and he had me pick out a soft drink for the long ride there. I picked out a drink and brought it to the counter, but then asked him to wait while I went to a nearby cooler. There was a water drink in the cooler I felt like I needed to get. It was in a tall, clear bottle that looked quite similar to the tall Smart Water bottles. About 2/3rds of the bottle was water, and the last 1/3rd was some kind of pink liquid at the bottom. Floating in-between the pink stuff and the water were two tiny purpley-blue pills. It was some sort of vitamin water and the label said that it was to aid anxiety and depression. I told my husband that we needed to bring this water in case we ran into someone in the desert or in case there was some kind of emergency. He rolled his eyes at me as I put it on the counter very carefully (The drink was activated when shaken) and then he paid… and it would be THEN that I would see a small bag of sour skittles on a display that I just HAD to have. I grabbed those and put them on the counter and he got angry with me. He didn’t want to reach back into his wallet for the $1.50 the skittles cost, so the cashier handed me an I.O.U. As I tried to sign it… I couldn’t write my name correctly. Not only that, but I had tried to write my maiden name on it and was very upset when I realized that I was even writing the wrong name. The more I tried to fix what I had written, the worst it got, until I finally gave up and returned the scribbled mess back to the cashier. We got into the vehicle to drive back to the desert. I noticed my husband had two key chains… one in each hand. They were made out of what looked to be aged bronze and they each had a bronze oval plate that was about 2-2 1/2 inches dangling from them… both looked ancient. I can’t remember what all was on them exactly…I think one had a man on it and the other had a woman… they had a mythical feel about them and gave me the creeps. My husband stopped in the middle of a small country road. His mother was crossing and I thought he had stopped to maybe help her. In the dream, she was young and thin, but she still had her white hair. It was shoulder length and was curled over at the bottom. She was wearing a polka-dot dress that looked like something out of the 50’s. He put both of the key chains together in one hand as he reached for the handle in the door … I could feel a change in him. He got out of the car and started yelling at his mother. I got the feeling that he meant to kill her! I jumped out of the car and tackled him. Since he wasn’t expecting me, I was able to knock him to the ground and pry the key chains out of his hand. When he came to, he had no idea what had happened and refused the story I gave him. He was very angry when I did not return the key chains. I threatened to throw them into the woods or destroy them if he kept trying to take them from me… and he eventually stopped… but it was clear that he resented me for taking them. I couldn’t imagine what had come over him. I held the key chains together and they had no affect on me. I thought it would be easier to keep up with the key chains if I linked them together. Both of the rings were very small… one was a smooth, thin, regular ring key ring and the other was more decorative, thick and had many little bumps on it that made the ring look like a flower. I couldn’t link them, but felt like it was probably for the best. If he managed to take it from me they would already be together and there was no telling what might happen… | ||||
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| Basketball | 2014-06-09 | Eric | ||
| Date: 2014-06-08 Time: 0614 Type: Standard, linear, POV I am an average professional basketball player on a team wearing blue jerseys, with white or yellow numbers, playing in an important game (possibly the playoffs). Our opposing team (in white jerseys) has spread 7 or 8 playing cards on our side of the court, lying face up. These cards have some sort of significance that is not immediately obvious in the dream, yet I have a feeling that it has something to do with their “team motto”, or perhaps a ruse to confuse us. I recall seeing the queen of hearts as one of these cards. Nearing the last 45 seconds of the game, our team is 6 points behind and need a miracle to tie or win. With the ball in my hands at half-court, I call a time-out. As I do this, I suddenly notice 3 racks of clothing on the court that I hadn’t seen before. In order to accommodate our next play, one of them is removed and I impel the referee to penalize the other team for “such a blatant infraction and attempt to downplay our momentum.” In our huddle, I discuss our play with a really tall black man with dreadlocks (to my right) and a really short white man (to my left). | ||||
| Golf and Hockey | 2014-06-09 | Eric | ||
| Date: 2014-06-08 Time: 0745 Type: Spliced, linear, POV I am in some kind of gymnasium the size of a football stadium, which is hosting the final hole in a prestigious golf tournament. The crowd is spilling off of the stands to watch as the final golfers finish their round. As I make my way into the gym to find my ball, I notice that we are having terrible trouble with the wind, as it keeps blowing our golf balls across one of the red yardage lines, and closer to the hole. One of my fellow golfers, who resembles a high-school friend, is preparing to make a chip shot, when all of a sudden, an old man runs out of the crowd and steals his ball. Out of sportsman-like conduct, I chase the man down and force him to return the ball to its rightful owner, which he does. The next thing I know, the crowd is on their feet and spilling onto the indoor field, effectively blocking our way. A small, old businessman dressed in a black suit takes me off to the side and says how impressed he is with how I “stood up to that man.” He also mentions that, “most of the people didn’t even fill out their applications in full, but you took it one step further.” There is a splice, and the dream changes. Suddenly, I find myself in Australia, playing university-level ice hockey, representing my school, McMaster. Immediately following the game, my fellow team members and I make our way down the hall (passing my previous golfer-friend, now wearing a Redwings jersey), to the change room. As I head for my large, blue hockey bag, the guys suddenly decide that they’re going to give me a (playful) hard time, since I am the “foreigner.” They begin by digging through my bag, in the hopes of finding something to make fun of. I recall pulling out two long-sleeve shirts, both with my school’s logo, and a maroon hoody, which I put on. Getting an idea, I rummage through my bag until I get my hands on an old, clearly rotten, paper-bag lunch (inside of a long plastic bag) containing one sandwich and an orange-flavoured juice box. The brown bag on the inside looks soggy and has obviously not been removed for some time. The sight of it has the desired effect – everyone recoils in playful disgust and prevents any other intrusions into my stuff. The guy who had his hands in my bag dares me to jump on the juice box, and make it “explode.” In one movement, he takes the box from my hand and drops it onto the floor. After a few attempts at stomping on it, I move him out of the way and give it a go. One precisely aimed stomp sends the juice squirting all over the wall. The room erupts in shouts of laughter that apparently does not go unnoticed. One of our cautious friends, who has taken up a post near the door to watch out for authority figures, suddenly shouts above the din, “She’s coming!” Hastily, we begin stuffing everything back into my bag, except for the sandwich, which I toss into the garbage. | ||||
| Bill Clinton | 2014-06-09 | Tessie | ||
| Was outside on a rainy night on my way to visit the White House and Bill Clinton. Wasn’t excited by the journey because it was a party and I am not the kind of person that really likes a White House party. The White House was more like a good sized Connecticut home: large, suburban, nice rooms but nothing over-the-top. Bill Clinton, when we finally found him, not partying, was crying. He was very sad because his press secretary was very upset with him. I spent my time with him convincing him he needed to talk with her and apologize, that it would get better. Don’t know if he ever did. | ||||
| Constellation Koo / Lots of Babies | 2014-06-09 | Elyse | ||
| I can’t remember how I got there exactly, but I was floating in space. I felt warm and weightless, but I wasn’t floating aimlessly, I felt like I was being guided. I eventually came to rest at a place surrounded by many constellations and I heard a warm, gentle male voice call my name. He told me that very soon my world would change and he gently spun me around in space to face a set of constellations. (Or at least I assume he was the one spinning me) He told me that these constellations were those of “forgotten heroes”. Each hero was portrayed as some kind of warrior, animal or mythical beast. He named each one and gave me a bit of the story behind it. I was shocked that a few that he mentioned were part of the crusades. Aside from the crusades, however, I didn’t recognize many of the battles he told me about, the rest I forgot. He mentioned that the world had “purposefully forgotten” these heroes and that because of this, things have gotten much worse, much faster than it should have? When he had finished telling me about all of the other constellations, he turned me to face a HUGE constellation. This one was shaped like a man clad in armor. He was holding up a huge shield as if he were protecting himself, but also he had a great, long spear that looked like he was about to thrust forward. It was still pointing upward, but slightly tilted forward. It was hard to tell if it was so big because it was bigger than the rest of the constellations or if I was just closer to it than the other ones. He told me the name of this guy was Koo-Curiosus. I thought the first part of the name sounded funny, so I held onto it in my mind by remembering “goo” with a K… but perhaps it is spelt coo, ku, or cu? As for the second part… I THINK it was curiosus… but it could be something close to that. It reminded me of the name Clavacus that I had in another dream… Anyway, this Koo fellow either is or will be coming here (to earth) soon. The voice who had been speaking to me didn’t give me a lot of information about this constellation like he did the others… instead, he started warning me. He told me that there was a “great evil” in the world now. It is everywhere. When he told me it was everywhere, I saw hundreds of images in my head ALL AT ONCE. It felt really weird. The images were that of Televisions, backyards, schools, churches, computers, random crowds of people, the white house, the sky, gardens and LOTS of other things. One was even of a bottle of water… Then he told me that soon, any who were religious or “peace seekers” would have no choice but to “pick up their swords”. He told me that the great evil had been sacrificing themselves and innocents to their Lord, and that soon, those that sought peace would also have to sacrifice themselves. I thought to myself that this was unfair… if evil was killing those who were good AND also sacrificing themselves, then if the good started sacrificing themselves as well… maybe there would be no good left. I guess he could read my mind, because he told me not to worry. The “righteous and valiant” have already won, and that is why the constellation was in the sky… but the pain and suffering endured would depend on those on earth now and their willingness to “pick up a sword and seek the truth” with Koo. I woke up from this dream feeling warm and fuzzy. Even though the message was a bit grim, it was nice that it had (or will have) a happy ending. My boys were still asleep, so I decided to catch a little nap before I had to start the day… This time I dreamt that I was sharing my home with another woman. She looked familiar to me somehow, but I don’t think I know her. I was pregnant, she was pregnant, and even the cat was pregnant. I had fallen asleep in the dream, and woke up in a HUGE amount of pain to find out that I had given birth while asleep. Of course… there was a lot of cleaning to do now so that I could keep the baby in a clean area… also, I didn’t have time to wallow in pain… I had three boys that also needed me. I managed to clean the baby up and wrap he/she in clean sheets and change the bedding before I heard horrible screaming coming from the living room. The woman staying with me was also giving birth, so I ran to get some towels and warm water, stopping constantly to lean on the wall for a second or two when I found it too hard to take another step. It seemed like her baby’s head was stuck, and (as horrible as it sounds) I had to turn it. I don’t know how I managed to do this, but I somehow managed and the baby came out with no further issues. I cleaned myself up and gathered my boys in their playroom, so that I could check on my new baby lying in the middle of my bed. He/she was doing fine and sleeping soundly… but then I heard tiny cries in my bathroom… when I opened the door, the CAT was having kittens! Good grief! There were kittens EVERYWHERE, many had not even been cleaned yet, and one was lying still in its bubble on the floor… I was frightened it had died. I cleaned everything off of him and rubbed him as he lied limp in my hand. I opened its tiny mouth and blew into its nose and mouth while rubbing it’s belly. After a while, it started coughing and gave me little kitten squeaks. Words cannot express how relieved I was. It looked like the Mama cat (we call her Fuzzy) had been ignoring the other kittens because she had other problems. Her last kitten was stuck as well. I massaged her belly and talked to her sweetly, and eventually the kitten was birthed. I helped her clean all of the kittens, and made sure that they were all gathered around her before I left out again. The woman in the living room was still crying out in pain. I by no means felt well either, but SOMEONE had to hold it together in there. I thought that now would probably be the best time to call my husband and inform him that I just had a baby… I grabbed a phone, only to find that there was no service. This was a game changer, because with two newborns in the house, we NEEDED a phone… what if we had some kind of complications? After all… that woman was still screaming in pain … A strange man appeared in front of me and told me that if I participated in his game, he would not only fix the phone, but bring my husband directly to me. Well, considering I had very little choice, I agreed. The game would teleport you into the presence of a complete stranger for a short amount of time, then back. But you never knew WHO you would meet. It could be an ax murderer… it could be an angel… I was transported into a room with a returned American solder. He was sitting up in a bed. His legs had been completely crushed… and they had not been amputated. The poor guy just lied there. He seemed to be in pain, but either it wasn’t too bad, or he had some mean self-control or mind-over-matter techniques. He told me that his legs had been crushed while he was at war, and when he got home, he found that he no longer had any family and he had no access to any kind of VA care. I felt horrible. I asked several times if there was anything I could do and he replied “Just sit and talk to me.” He told me that he had been treated like a criminal since he came home. He could barely pay his bills, and shortly he would be out living on the street. I couldn’t hold back the tears and I started crying… when I cried, I was transported back into my home holding the phone. There was a ringtone now, but I hung up the phone, and went searching for the man who sent me to play his cruddy little game. There was a portal in my kitchen that opened into a creepy looking place; I saw the man inside. He was on the phone. I walked into the portal and tried to talk to the man, and he waved his hand at me, as if to tell me to go away. I got angry and slapped the phone out of his hand then demanded to know who the solder was that I had just met. He grinned and told me that he couldn’t tell me… it was the rules of the game… I was transported back into my home. The portal was gone now. I felt empty and defeated. I felt like I needed to find that solder… but how? The woman in my home, who had just had her baby, sent me to fetch her some food and drink. She was whining about how much pain she was in. (It was her first baby… I guess she had no idea that the after pain is MUCH worse for each one after…) Every part of me was tired, hurt, upset, and frustrated… so, it was hard for me to hold my tongue and not tell her to “Suck it up…” I saw that my boys had fallen asleep, my new baby was asleep, and even the kittens and their mother was asleep. I was trying to keep my mind off of the pain… ALL of the pain, both physical and emotional… I went to wash the little bit of dishes that were sitting in the sink and the woman brought her dirty plate and cup to me. When she saw the small pile of dishes in the sink, she commented on how she keeps her home spotless and how she never understood women that let dishes sit in the sink. She told me that she understood that I had my hands full, but that maybe I should have thought harder about having so many children. It takes a lot to anger or upset me… but this woman had managed to do it with very little effort. Here I was taking care of her, her baby, my children, my new baby, an unnaturally large litter of kittens, while coping with excruciating pain and washing dishes… and she complains about me being a poor housekeeper and the size of my family? I woke up before I got to tell her how I felt… | ||||
| Diving on Neptune | 2014-06-09 | MTB | ||
| My wife was apparently in charge of a diving expedition. The expedition was to take place on the planet neptune, in the atmosphere where it was frozen enough to act as if it was a liquid. The suits were more like space suits than diving suits. We were there, I was dismayed that we had forgotten to bring the specially made suits for the cats, which were apparently not going to be able to come with us, although I lamented they would probably not have stayed with us anyway. The plan called for leaving a mountain and going counterclockwise around the mountain. I was stating that that was not a good plan, as there would be a massive head current when we were trying to go around the top side of the mountain. I wanted to abort it, but my wife was insisting that we had to do it (I’ve forgotten why but I believe it was because it was necessary to get photographs). | ||||
| ExxonMobile Disputes World Economic Crisis | 2014-06-10 | Julie111957 | ||
| I dreamed these words last night: ExxonMobile Disputes World Economic Crises. | ||||
| Landslide near a beach | 2014-06-10 | MTB | ||
| In the dream, my wife and some friends were going to do a triathlon; there was a food tent that on top of a hill, we had all gone up to the food tent. Somebody was running across the sand near the top of the hill, and the announcer was making a comment about it. Suddenly, the entire hill below him collapsed in a whump. Many people were buried and could not be seen. Because of the collapse, we were unable to go to them directly to help because there was now a steep drop off. There was a flying robot that we were able to use as a ladder to go down to the collapsed slope. The dream ended there. I did not recognize the location, and I am not sure if the beach was an ocean or a lake. | ||||
| Target Shooter | 2014-06-11 | Save Life | ||
| I was up in the air inside a low flying helicopter, looking over at a Man with an A.K 47 armed and ready. He had an army helmet suited up with goggles too dark to see his eyes. We were circling aver an certain area…then I woke up. | ||||
| The Journey Begins | 2014-06-11 | yoda | ||
| Drank 2 beers in the evening. Went to bed about 0:00, made my notices about 03:07 I’m member of a crew wich operates a huge simulator, like sim-city but much more enhanced, more like sim-earth or sim-planet. On the ultra wide screen in front of us I can see a river flowing in curves from right to left. The river has very steep waters edge, 90 degree steep and about half the width of the river deep. very unnatural. Amidst the river are snow-white isles. These isles have the same steep edge as the river and have exactly the same height, so that their upper side is flush with the surrounding. I explained the strange view to me with the knowledge that it is the result of a simulation. The sky was partly (fifty-fifty) covered with dark clouds. The rims of the clouds were illuminated from low sun light. Could not see the sun itself. At the edge of the river there was standing an huge mass of uncountable people. The people were in a state of expectation of something. Could not tell what they expected. Then someone from my simulator-crew says: “All various scenarios end similar. There is no difference in outcome.” He meant simulation runs with different parameters. I then started to make notices of the dream in the dream. Remarks: When I woke up, I was not sure if I hadn’t already wrote the dream down. Only after looking at the sheet of paper, I was aware that I dreamt the notices. I was sorry, that I lost some details, because after making notices in my dream I thought to myself: “Now I can sleep again because I wrote it down….. ” The title came spontaneously into my mind, just before writing down the dream. Maybe the mass of people waits for the journey to start. | ||||
| Moving Goods | 2014-06-11 | sherriann | ||
| June 9/10, 2014 Project August 2014 Moving Goods There is still prep going on in the background. This time there was a BIG ship painted all white, including the windows and a bald guy and crew unloading it. The bald man couldn’t get the truck close enough to the docked ship so men were hand hauling boxes from the ship, down the dock toward the truck on land. The truck was a RAM 3/4 ton or something like it. There were two more goods moving scenes I can’t remember anything about and when I woke up I was confused as to what were parts of the dreams and were parts of a book I’m reading where men in a RAM 2500 dual cab truck are moving goods from a supply bunker to a survival camp. | ||||
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| Seeding a Separate Future | 2014-06-11 | Dream Yoga Master | ||
| Dream I am walking east to west across a nation that is quite large. After walking for a long time I approach the western end of the country. Several individuals walk up to me and inform me they are breaking away and forming their own nation. Behind the man are a tractor and a grain drill used for drilling grains such as wheat. The man turns around goes over to the tractor and drives it with the grain drill lowered into planting position into what they consider the border of their newly formed independent nation. For a while I follow behind watching as the man plants or drills into the earth the new grain seeds forming the outline of this new nation. | ||||
| People<Black Military<Government | 2014-06-12 | Elyse | ||
| I had a very hard time hanging on to any of my dreams last night because I kept being startled by random noises ALL night. This is part of what I DO remember… I was watching a gathering at a cliff with an amazing view of the ocean. People from ALL over the world were gathering by what looked like the ruins of an huge, old church. When I first saw this, I thought that maybe people had chosen to do this… but then I saw some men dressed in black military gear march in a horizontal line up the hill to the cliff. They were all dressed the same, but also from different places from all over the world. Some of these dark military men carried guns and shot into the crowd and some threw some kind of liquid at us that burst into flames. Among the crowd was a young Nigerian girl, maybe 8-10 years old. She wore a pink sleeveless sun dress and her hair was braided into two pigtails. She was just the embodiment of adorable… she was the first victim of the fire liquid. One of the military men threw a container near the girl and when it hit the ground, it splattered on the girl. The parts of her that were hit by the liquid immediately caught fire and she was unable to get it off… eventually her entire body was burned alive. I felt horrible. I was unable to get to her because the crowd of people between us was too thick. People were either being killed by the military men, or choosing to jump off the cliff. I tried to calm myself and look around… there was a very small way down the cliff hidden behind the church. I tried to tell people about it, people were in such a panic, no one would listen to me. I had no choice but to try to escape on my own… When I made it down the cliff, I had to wade through the water full of bodies to get to the beach. I noticed that the beach was very quiet. Those black soldiers were patrolling the area, so I tried my best to hide. I was noticed by a guy who asked me what I was doing slacking. He pointed to some crates and barrels that were stacked on a dock nearby. He grabbed a barrel and I grabbed a large sack from the crate and we both climbed a very steep slope to get to what looked like some kind of storage area. I noticed that there were many high-ranking government officials to include the first lady walking around, inspecting the supplies, and watching the soldiers very carefully. I noticed the first lady take a double take on me… she knew who I was… and I got very uncomfortable. This couldn’t end well. As it turns out, the sack I was carrying was full of fresh peanuts and I had to place them where they belonged right next to where the first lady was standing. I tried to act natural as I did this… she smiled at me which might have been a relief had she not also been staring daggers at me. For hours the black soldiers and I worked… and when we had everything in place, we were lined up by the government officials to be shot. | ||||
| approve | modify | move | delete | Perfect roasted peanuts, must have 30. | 2014-06-13 | MTB | |
| This dream was on the night of June 12th. I was on a green mountain/hill top. I was endeavoring to make perfect healthy roasted peanuts with some sort of flavoring. I had a wok, which was hot. I had put coconut oil into the wok, and it was at the proper temperature. I had a lot of peanuts, which I kept opening. I kept getting halves or poorly formed peanuts; for some reason I had to have exactly 30 good peanuts. The number 30 is what resounded, I don’t know why or what the significance was. I had just gotten the 30th peanut; I was woken up at that time by my cat, I don’t know what additional elements I was going to put in to roast the peanuts. My nightly intention includes that I will wake up to remember my significant dreams when the dream is finished, I’m not sure how the cat clued in that the significance of the dream was the number 30 and that nothing beyond that mattered so he had to wake me up. | ||||
| Underground Railroad | 2014-06-13 | Tessie | ||
| I’m in a large indoor sports stadium, the kind with multiple levels, ramps and hallways that go different directions. It’s a multi-national sporting event with tight security. Housed beneath is all are groups of people in what felt like detention awaiting transfer. They are brown-skinned people that could have been indigenous Central or South Americans, Africans, Middle Easterners, or even descendents from these heritages. I finagle my way past security checkpoints to see these people in detention. One of them is holding a red, white, and blue flag like the USA flag. Then later, I see the same people in what appears to be an underground subway system. Either someone asks me or I have the thought, “What’s going on here?” I spot the one person who was carrying the flag previously in one of the railway cars and think it’s ironic that they are in an Underground Railroad, because this railroad isn’t leading to freedom, but to slavery. | ||||
| Fields | 2014-06-13 | deedeespirit | ||
| Two days ago i dreamt i saw a young fair skinned woman stationed at a base in the Middle East, i think it was viet nam or korea. the she was on an military base and her parents had come to see her. im not sure what had happen but the military had told her X she was crying as though, it wasnt enough time or warning or the enemy army had harmed one of her family or friends. yet i later saw her parents getting into the us military vehicle escaping. however the young woman sees one of the enemy soldier, kills him and takes his clothes. becuz she is also short with black hair, she disguises herself as one of the enemy soldier an she takes his rifle on her shoulder and she leaves the base with her head down, know one notices as she walks through what seems like a rice field. | ||||
| Demons Everywhere | 2014-06-14 | Elyse | ||
| I don’t know what would possess me to have such a dream… but here it is: I dreamt that I was with my husband going to some building. It looked a lot like a store of some sort. We walked inside to find that there was no service, just people gathered around a small TV watching security footage. As we came closer, some guy asked us to come and look. As I watched the little TV over the man’s shoulder, I saw an older woman sitting with some shopping bags on a bench. Suddenly I could see her sit up and the loose skin on her neck lifted and twisted as in an invisible hand had grabbed her and was choking her. Her face began to get dark until some other people ran into view and whatever had her, released her neck. Thoroughly horrified, I kept watching in disbelief as the screen cut to a scene in a parking lot. A bunch of teens were drawing something on the ground. They had the area surrounded by flickering lights that I assumed were candles (The screen was black and white and had a very poor quality picture, so it was hard to make a lot of things out)the kids had gathered to the right of the screen and from the left came a person-like creature on all fours that plowed through the group. It had pinned one of the teens and was ripping them to shreds when the camera cut to another scene. In the new scene, a room was being filmed. As customers walked by, an apparition that looked like a skeleton in a torn robe popped out of the wall and chased everyone out of the room. I was ready to leave. Those videos were just TOO much for me and now I was even frightened of the parking lot. I dragged my husband out of the store and decided that we should cut through the woods to avoid the parking lot where one of the teenagers had been torn apart. As we ran, We came across a clearing in the woods… in the ground was a glowing circle with many intricate designs and symbols in it. I wasn’t sure if we should run the other way or run past it. While trying to decide, My husband and I heard noises all around us. I told him not to worry, we didn’t make the circle and we hadn’t been involved with whatever wend on here so we would be safe… then I heard a low, evil laugh and someone tell me that that wasn’t so. Anyone who came close to such circles could and WOULD be harmed. When I heard this, I freaked out and ran right past the circle to our home. Once inside, I felt safe… but I made sure that all of the doors were locked for good measure. (As if that would really help…) In the dream, there was a new set of shelves in the room. It was loaded with old antiques. I looked through them and found a Rainbow Bright doll and some other doll that I don’t recognize but it seemed he went with her. I had LOVED Rainbow Bright as a little girl and thought my husband had put it there just for me… but when I asked him about it, he had no idea what I was talking about. He was looking over into a cardboard box and told me I should have a look. Inside the box were busts of a prophet and his wife. I was very upset that they had been broken, and was wondering if I would be able to piece them back together… some of the pieces were very small and some of it had been ground into a very fine powder. My husband took the larger pieces and I gathered the tiny shards and we moved it to a table so that I could try to piece it back together. After I set the pieces down, I asked my husband where the glue was, but he didn’t answer. I turned to find him frozen in fear. There was a big, black hole or portal in our wall. It was unnaturally black. It was SO BLACK that it hurt to look at it, much like it hurts to look at the sun. Out of the portal came a long, slender woman-like creature. She had purpley-gray skin and a very feminine face with bright orange-yellow eyes. She had a VERY long torso with EIGHT arms growing from the sides of it. She was naked. I don’t remember what her feet looked like… or if she even had feet, because honestly… I was caught up in the way she moved using those arms. She crawled up the wall and over the ceiling moving her arms and body very wildly in a very weird and unnatural fashion. I didn’t know what do, so I started to pray as loudly as I could while my husband crouched behind me. She stopped and glared at me very angrily, then launched at me. I was sure she was going to get me, but when she got about a foot away from my face, she was thrown back. She crawled back up the wall and crawled above us, I prayed even louder and when she tried to pounce us from above, she was thrown off again. She tried several times from many different angles, but as long as I prayed, she couldn’t put a finger on us. She was clearly very frustrated, and screamed at is that it didn’t matter what we did, I would eventually get tired and no longer be able to pray. She told me that demons had been released and were EVERYWHERE now and that there would be no escape for people like me. I started praying asking God for strength and protection for my family and those suffering and then commanded that she leave and never harm us in Jesus’ name. She paced back and forth on the wall looking very frustrated, and then disappeared. When I was sure she was gone, I looked back to check on my husband… It was almost humorous to see a big, tough army vet cowering behind me, but I understood. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so disturbing either… He was unharmed. I told him that not every battle can be won with a gun and to remember to pray… I was very frightened too, but checked the entire house to make sure there was nothing else there. The black portal was gone, everything seemed fine, so I went to look outside. For whatever reason, we lived on a cliff overlooking the ocean in this dream, and I went to the cliff, but somehow ended up falling into the ocean and blacking out. When I came to, I was washed up on the beach. Sitting next to me was a huge brownish-black dog. It was roughly the size of a large horse and it had eyes that went down the entire length of it’s body. Bright orange-yellow eyes. I saw it had eight legs and immediately knew that this was the demon woman I had seen earlier. About 10 feet behind me was another dog… I felt like this one was male… it looked exactly the same and I was not afraid of them, but wondered why they had saved me from drowning. The female next to me replied to my thoughts saying that she was “obligated” to save me… but I don’t recall why. She was clearly very angry at the situation and said a lot of other stuff to me that I thought was strange, but I can’t remember now… | ||||
| Everything is Anonmeric? | 2014-06-15 | Elyse | ||
| I was in a large futuristic building. The rooms were rounded and the entire rounded walls were glass, and the ceilings and floors were a pure, clean white. There was not an imperfection to be seen anywhere. Looking through the glass, I could see space. The stars were very bright and close… it was a spectacular view. There were lots of others with me in this building. I wouldn’t say there were THAT many, but there were hundreds, I am sure, But the buildings were so big that everyone was spread out making it look like we were very few. Wandering around, I was greeted happily by those I walked past. Many stopping me, shaking my hand and welcoming me very warmly. Well… This was very confusing because I had no idea where I even was. I was almost afraid to ask because it seemed like I should know… but I had no memory as to how I had even gotten there. Usually, I am very shy and it is sometimes hard to meet new people, but that wasn’t the case here, I felt at home… but felt embarrassed that I didn’t know exactly where I was or why I was there. Eventually, I came across a man with a very kind face and asked where I was. He looked surprised that I didn’t know, but assured me that I was right where I needed to be. I was everywhere right smack in the middle of nowhere. Huh? He told me not to worry, he knew a guy that could explain it all to me. He pointed over to the other side of the circular room, and walking around the circle towards us was a man in sun shades who he said was blind. Well… this had to be a trick because I SAW the man avoid obstacles and people along his path as if he could see them. There was just no way a blind man could pull that off… no way. When the blind man arrived, I was pretty upset. I felt like he was tricking everyone into believing he was blind and I was even more skeptical when he looked at me in my eyes. I hadn’t made a peep… how would he know where to look? the man laughed and said he could SEE that I was very upset, but assured me that he was blind. He told me that there was more than one way to see where one was going, eyesight being just the easiest way. He went on to say that the eyes betray and the best way to navigate life is through the spirit. Mind. Blown. I started to feel a wave of emotion. It was all very confusing. He went on to tell me a lot of things.. I can’t remember what all he had said, but I remember snapping. He had said something that made me feel as if he were telling me God didn’t exist. My world was crumbling around me and it HURT. I was very upset because I knew there was truth to a lot of what he was saying… so I asked him if he was trying to tell me that there was no God. He shrugged and said “Well, yes and no”. Well what was THAT supposed to mean? It could only be one or the other… He said that it would depend on who or what I thought God was. I told him that God was the supreme divine creator. He who created and controls all life, space, time and energy. He is Love and hope… in short… he is everything. The blind man nodded, and said that by that definition, there is in fact a God. I was relieved… but still upset because a lot of what he said contradicted with my life long beliefs. My Religion. I was very, VERY upset by this because I felt like my religion was the ONE thing in life that hadn’t betrayed me at some point. It was the one thing I felt wouldn’t eventually betray me, and yet it had. It had withheld very important secrets about my very being. Was this on purpose… or did they simply not know? I believed in my church… but it is run by men. Men that don’t see the way I see or what I see. But if they were so close to God, why wouldn’t they have gotten some sort of divine inspiration. Why were the members being held back? I was very sick to my stomach… and things only got worse. I walked with the man over to a balcony. Looking over the balcony, the floor WAY below us was glass and I had a clear view of earth… it was breath taking, but I felt sad and upset. I asked the man why ‘they’ (The people on earth) didn’t see what was coming. How could they not know when it is so close. I never specified what exactly was coming, but I knew it was something very bad. He told me that many didn’t see for different reasons. Some didn’t see because they didn’t want to. Others didn’t see because they had forgotten how to.. and then there were those who were just too busy to see the forest for the trees. As we spoke, I wondered if there was anything I could do to stop whatever it was from happening. He told me no. Well, this just upset me farther! What kind of miserable existence was I made to live?! Why would God choose to torture me so; to put me on a dying world, allowing me to see and know something horrible was about to happen, then not providing me with some sort of way to change it! What was the point of my even existing in the first place?! The man told me not to worry. Everyone has a purpose– a reason for being, right now all I had to do was to “help one person at a time”… well that certainly wasn’t going to change much… but it WOULD change one person’s life, who might change another’s. Maybe I was doing that by warning people and trying to help them prepare? I felt a little better… but still hopeless. He said the reason I felt this way was because it wasn’t my time to do anything yet. My time to change the world is after the world changes. He said that people who survive will be weak and poor and will not remember what is important or “how to live”… then it will be time for the people in the building, including me, to teach them “love, life, and new sight”. I had from now until then to absorb all the information I could, because so much would be lost with whatever was about to come… Id have no way of learning afterwards… He said many more things, but before I woke up, he told me to remember that everything is anonmeric? It sounded like a-nun-mur-rick. When I woke up, I tried meditating on this dream and almost immediately saw beautiful purple waves of fire, almost like ripples going outward from me, then later they came back to me. It was very nice. This dream gave me a lot of mixed feelings…I tried to look up the word I was given, but could not find any meaning to it. | ||||
| Two AAL plane crashes within 2 days | 2014-06-15 | suzanne | ||
| Last night I dreamed I heard on the news that an American Airlines plane had crashed, don’t recall the location but seems it was in the Midwest, perhaps Milwaukee or Cleveland. Then same night, second dream, though seems a continuation of the first dream, I was with friends on vacation in Florida, and one suddenly announced that another American Airlines plane had crashed in Commons, Florida. And we were so surprised that two American airplanes had crashed within 2 days. Whereas there was some loss of life with the first crash, believe there was a total loss of life on the second crash. I don’t know if there is a Commons, Florida, didn’t see when I searched, but there are many Commons sites in Florida. | ||||
| Blue Fenced Compound | 2014-06-16 | sherriann | ||
| June 12/13, 2014 A bald man’s face is overlooking a fenced compound. The fence is blue. The background of the scene is white except for the face and fence. The feeling was of waiting for some near future action. | ||||
| “Its just the beginning” | 2014-06-16 | Save Life | ||
| Last night’s dream was about a mystery man siting across the table. This man and I had conversations about the known world and all of its troubles. Every one else at the table ignored what we were saying. Like…”nobody wanted to hear about the inevitable. Our conversation continued to the weather. His theories match mine and we talked about the continuing wacky weather. He started saying that “This is just the beginning, things will get much worse before they get better. I was straining to hear what else he had to say…then I woke up. | ||||
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| approve | modify | move | delete | Neighbor Problems | Project August | 2014-06-16 | Elyse |
| Last night I dreamt about one of my neighbors. I’ve never formally met or really talked to the guy or his family, but I have seen them around and waved to them as I passed them on the street. I often sit outside with my husband when he smokes, and in the dream, I was doing just that. I was excited when I saw grey clouds gathering in the sky. Nothing is more soothing than rain to me. I love the sound, the way it brightens the grass and perks up my flowers, but best of all, the way it makes everything smell. I just couldn’t wait! But as I watched the sky, the excitement left me. I noticed that some gray clouds were moving while others were not. Tiny grey puffs of clouds would move to gather into one large puff, instead of all the clouds moving evenly the way that they should. It looked unnatural. Manufactured even. It was very odd. I could feel the wind pick up, and as the sky darkened, I got a bit concerned that there might be a tornado. The area where I live is on very flat land and is an ideal place for such a thing. I was discussing the possibility with my husband, and he didn’t seem concerned. We had lived through Katrina, so this was baby stuff compared to that. Still, I had a bad feeling about SOMETHING. As we sat, I noticed a man in the upper left-hand side of our fence. The fence, in the dream, had been built with an opening, and the man had just walked in and was staring at us. I recognized him as our neighbor. I pointed him out to my husband, and my husband said that he must have needed help or came to visit. Nope. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but our neighbor didn’t look right. He just didn’t feel right. He DID need help, but that wasn’t what he had come into our yard for. Something was very wrong… I begged my husband to come inside with me and lock the door, because our neighbor started walking up to us, and the closer he got, the deeper the sinking feeling in my stomach got. He wasn’t right. I looked at him as he inched across our yard, and saw his hands fall to his sides. He had a knife! I pointed it out to my husband, who said that that knife could have been for anything. I was being paranoid. I paced back and forth on the porch until our neighbor had made it half way across the yard. I couldn’t force my husband to listen to me… and I had a houseful of sleeping boys with me. Apparently, I would have to take matters into my own hands, so I warned the neighbor not to come any closer or I would be forced to shoot him… but he kept walking towards us… so I went inside to get a gun. On the way back out, I shut and locked the boy’s rooms in case anything should happen to me, and then walked out the back door. The man had a gun now too and was pointing his knife at my husband. My husband was trying to talk him down, to no avail, so I pointed my gun at the neighbor. He put his knife away and pointed his gun back at me. I told him that if he walked away now, I would forget the whole thing ever happened. No one had to get hurt tonight, and aside from that, we should all be preparing for a storm. He just laughed. He pointed to the open back door and asked what kind of stuff we had in there. I told him that it was none of his business and kicked the door closed with my foot and asked him to leave again. He took a couple of more steps closer and I asked him if he really wanted to do this. I didn’t want to shoot him. He kept walking closer. It was about this time that I realized that my gun wasn’t even loaded… I was really in a bind now. He walked onto our porch and held his gun maybe an inch from my head, I aimed mine back at his. I was NOT going to back down… I had to make him believe that I meant business. I told him that I could and would shoot. I had three little ones inside and a husband that needed me, he shouldn’t underestimate what I may or may not do just because of what I look like… He said if he shot me first, he wouldn’t have to worry, and I assured him that with my last dying breath, he would NOT make it into the house. Aside from that, what would HIS wife and kids think of him? He lowered his gun and got very upset and started crying. Apparently he and his wife had been having problems, but he wouldn’t say why at first. While he was distracted, I snatched his gun away and demanded his knife. He handed it over and I had my husband check him for any other weapons – he was clean. I gave my husband the other gun, and put mine away. The man asked me to forgive him and I did. I almost felt sorry for him now. I had him come inside (With my husband watching him) and I told the neighbor that because he had threatened my family, I had to call the police. He said he understood. While we waited on the police, I gave him a towel to dry off with and fixed him some hot cocoa as he cried over his family. He had mentioned that he had a drug problem. Well, that certainly explained a lot. His wife was threatening to take his kids and leave him. They had gotten into a big fight and he had taken some drugs to deal with the pain and he said he just snapped. For some reason, he thought my family had been perfect and I just laughed. I don’t think there is any such a thing as a “perfect” family. He had to get over THAT sort of idea. I asked him what kind of drugs he had been taking and he just told me it was a pink pill he got from a hospital. We talked some more, and it dawned on me that I kinda liked this guy, he was ok as long as he wasn’t on drugs. The police came and got him, shortly after that, we were called to return the gun that we had taken from him. The guy worked for the sheriff’s office (Which would explain the car he has in his driveway). I thought this was a bit unfair for whatever reason, but we all loaded up to return the gun to the Sheriff’s Dept. I had my husband run inside to return the weapon. For my own reasons, I prefer not to deal with the sheriffs office… I didn’t trust them. As I waited, the neighbors family knocked on the glass. I thought to myself that she must want to scream and yell at me for having her husband arrested, but I rolled down my window and she thanked me. She was talking very low so that her kids wouldn’t hear her. She apologized for her husband and told me he had a drug problem. I told her I knew and understood. She cried and told me she didn’t know what to do. I told her there wasn’t really anything she COULD do, he had to want to change for himself. If he tried to change for her or their kids, he would always go back to it. She said she needed to see her husband, so I offered to watch her kids while she did that. I gave the kids my kindle to play with while they waited, all of the children (Mine and theirs) played together happily. A little while later, my husband came back inside from the Sheriffs Dept. telling me that they had taken his finger prints and personal information. WTH?! WE weren’t the ones to attack anyone! I thought that I had a right to protect my home! He also told me that the neighbor hadn’t lost his job and would not be jailed. Well, I liked the guy, but that seemed unfair too! As a law enforcement officers, you would think that they would be held to high standards and be punished when they abused the power granted to them to protect the innocent people. I guess that is just the way things are now… I woke up waiting for the children’s mother to return for them… | ||||
| approve | modify | move | delete | Precipice | Project August | 2014-06-17 | Eric |
| Date: 2014-06-16 Time: 0352 Type: Standard, linear, POV I am an archeological-type character in a race to climb a mountain with the hopes of qualifying for the next expedition and to win the affection of a coveted female. The mountain is heavily forested with layers of moss and fallen trees. On my back, I am carrying a pack and a downhill mountain-bike, with the intention of riding back down the steepest face once we reach the top. After finally making our way through the foliage, we scale an incredibly steep rock face that is lined with huge jagged rocks. Looking down, I smile and think to myself how privileged I am to be here. When we reach the top, our leader (played by a man resembling Richard Dean Anderson), decides to test our wisdom by asking us the identity of the “root stone.” Recognizing this to be a riddle, I ask him if what he is referring to is “even a real object.” He responds that it is. I interject with a remark that all realities are subjective, so the identity of the object will depend on your perspective. The last scene before the dream ends is of my older brother and me, standing on a precipice close to the very top of a steep cliff face, comparing our mountain bikes. I repeat to him that “although we are very privileged to own such bikes, they don’t stand a chance against this hill.” As I say this, two other mountain bikers ride up the hill, apparently at the very end of their own journey. One of them passes so close to me that he splashes me with mud and I feel it searing down my cheek. Heartened by this obvious attempt to rouse my courage, I swing my pack off of my back and rummage for my helmet-mounted video camera to film our descent. | ||||
| approve | modify | move | delete | Mary Grieb | Project August | 2014-06-17 | Eric |
| Date: 2014-06-16 Time: 0506 Type: Flash, spliced, POV I am an experienced member of a road-bike team, riding through a very muddy forest trail and directly competing with the leader of our pack – an incredibly swift and skilled woman. The race has a distinct “downhill” feeling, yet the sight of the trails criss-crossing against the face of a lush, green escarpment makes me almost forget that I’m on a road bike. For the majority of the course, we find ourselves neck and neck, despite both of us knowing that this is only a friendly competition. Following the race, I find myself participating in a follow-up training session with the same woman, whose name is something similar to “Mary Grieb.” The only other description of her that I can remember is that she has tanned skin, laughs a lot and used to race for “Rock Shox.” | ||||
| approve | modify | move | delete | Bank Heist | Project August | 2014-06-17 | Eric |
| Date: 2014-06-16 Time: 0710 Type: Standard, linear, POV My brother has come up with a plan to stage a bank heist at 0300. His goal is to wait for the bank to open, slip in, do his business and slip out before 0345. One of our uncles will be waiting for him to aid in the escape. Amused and interested with this overly-simplistic plan, I decide to join him in the morning. As we sit in his 2004 Corolla in the parking lot outside of the bank (in a plaza), he suddenly decides not to go through with it. Smirking at my own suspicions that this was going to happen, I tell him to drop me off at a house just down the street. Instead, he gets out of the car and suddenly remembers that he needs to pick up something for his wife at the “party store” in the plaza. As we approach the store on foot, the exterior resembles the outside of a sex shop, with liberal use of the colour black and flashing red lights. He enters the store without me, at which point I leave him and take a small staircase to the left. Although my intention is to walk back to the house, I quickly find myself walking in the opposite direction, lost in thought. The weather outside is cold and I am wearing a long-sleeve shirt, toque, black shoes and a long black cloak. When I finally reach another plaza, I check my watch, only to find that the face is at a 90 degree angle from what it should me. An old lady with a medium sized dog approaches me from behind but is careful to make a wide birth upon inspecting my attire. It appears as though she assumes that I am some kind of criminal. I turn the watch face over on my wrist and follow her back down to the street, on my way to the house. About halfway down the street, a man pretending to be a homeless vagrant attempts to distract me at close range and steal my wallet. In the midst of his excessive chatter, I inform him that “I have no wallet” which puzzles him greatly and fuels his own suspicion that I am after the woman in front of me. It appears, however, that the woman is having her own encounter with the vagrant’s accomplice only a few yards ahead of me. After the man makes a successful grab at her purse, I engage in a brief struggle with him. The vagrant informs his friend that I don’t have a wallet and this puzzles him as well. In the confusion, I give the woman back her purse and depart. With only one block left to the house, I turn right into an alley and meet 2 of my uncles who are deep in discussion about the silliness of my brother’s plan. I agree and we crack a few jokes in a different language. | ||||
| approve | modify | move | delete | Yearbook | Project August | 2014-06-17 | Eric |
| Date: 2014-06-16 Time: 0725 Type: Flash, linear, POV At the conclusion of a yearbook committee meeting, we are discussing the best way of signing each other’s books. I suggest that we lend them to our companions for a few days, during which we can prepare our remarks as “homework.” One of my lovely female companions from grade school approaches me with a request to sign her yearbook. Taking it from her, I notice that the entire cover has been decorated in a Christmas theme – complete with Reindeer and blinking red and white Christmas lights around the border. Astonished at this ingenuity, I remark that “[she] must have gotten hers well in advance.” Opening up the front cover, I deduce that the electronics for the lights on the cover must be sandwiched between the first two pages. My suspicions are confirmed upon inspection and I suggest that she could get at them with a pen knife. I also ask her if her father is responsible for the engineering and she says he is. Turning to the third page, I notice that it is almost completely covered in what look like red stamps. Each stamp has a single name and a 3-digit number underneath it. My first and last names are both among them, however, my last name is misspelled with an extra consonant on the end. After asking her what the stamps mean, she does not respond, but gives me a quizzical look. | ||||
| approve | modify | move | delete | Fishy Behaviour | Project August | 2014-06-17 | Eric |
| Date: 2014-06-16 Time: 0823 Type: Flash, linear, POV Following a very short flash dream about meeting my sister in a commercial plaza and asking her about whether or not she has put some thought into her purchase of new golf clubs, I find myself walking down the sidewalk of an unfamiliar street, thinking about the difference between a “real fisherman” and “someone who fakes it.” I discern that the primary difference is in the attitude towards “live bait” and “whether or not they are afraid of doing what’s necessary when the time comes.” Just then, I approach a paunchy old man who is deep in talk about what he has learned about fish behaviour by videotaping fish feeding on live frogs. Attempting to provide a more vivid explanation, he pulls out a live bass and holds it under his left arm. In his right hand, he holds a live frog and allows the bass to take quick bites off of the frog’s body. What the fish doesn’t know however, is that the frog is rigged with a concealed treble hook. The man then explains that “there is a trap set at every level” indicating a strange foam that erupts to prevent the fish from spitting out the bait. At that point he sets the hook into the side of the bass’ mouth. Suddenly, the scene changes, and we are now standing on the edge of a flooded street. Under his right arm, the man holds a rather large pike which he releases into the ½ foot of water. The pike splashes about for a second and then begins to crawl on two alligator-looking hind legs that appear to develop out of nowhere. The man seems to make a big deal about this as he waddles over to the fish and points them out to me saying, “Yeah, all mammals have legs.” I stand on the sidewalk, completely bewildered and thinking to myself “fish don’t have legs.” | ||||
| approve | modify | move | delete | “The Battle of the Machines” | Project August | 2014-06-17 | Eric |
| Date: 2014-06-16 Time: 0857 Type: Standard, linear, POV The population is caught in an ongoing battle with tiny “nanobots” that take over a host’s body in order to fuel their reproduction. The problem apparently began with a single “dormant” infected human, whose awakening also activated the machines, which began to spread at an alarming rate. Once infected, the host would inevitably become a slave to the machines, eventually becoming catatonic, but not before displaying aggressive “zombie-like” behaviour. As a member of an underground “faction” or “resistance” that assembled in response to the threat, I was quickly becoming aware that we were fighting a losing battle. Although most of our time was spent hiding from the “bots” we did our best to accumulate weapons in an underground facility to aid in our cause. This facility was actually an old abandoned station of some kind, with a pristinely clean white-tiled bathroom. The dream begins with myself and two other team members running into the bathroom, apparently being chased by an infected person called an “infect.” Our research had just revealed that groups of infects had a tendency to “migrate toward organic gases”, possibly in the hopes of satiating the bots’ need to sustain their hosts. Otherwise, we observed that their behaviour became considerably less aggressive in the vicinity of these gases. Knowing that a gas leak had only recently occurred in this bathroom, all three of us run and hide in the single corner cubicle. As I crouch on the toilet seat waiting for the “infect” to find us, I whisper a few commands to the other 2 women by the stall door. It appears that one of them intends to sacrifice herself to save us. As the infect rounds the corner, she agrees to make a break for it, in order to lead him away. The plan works and another one of our armed teams eventually finds us. In an emergency conference, I discuss our urgent need to gather more information about the bots’ behaviour by studying them in a laboratory setting. I suggest that we “capture” some of them and introduce them into a fish that we can study in an aquarium. The leader of our group reluctantly agrees, although he makes it clear that his goal is to destroy them by force. Soon after introducing the bots into the body of a panfish that we capture in a nearby pond, I demonstrate how the fish originally feigns death by swimming on its side, only to right itself in a few seconds. As the fish does this, a strange metallic looking device appears on the outside of the tank. The device resembles two small misaligned silver 3-AAA batteries stuck together, with a long blue light on each. It also appears to be giving off some kind of sound. Suggesting that this is a homing device, our leader grabs it and is about to smash it with a hammer when I object, saying that “we don’t really know what it is!” However, my exclamation is too late and he breaks the device into little pieces. I suddenly come up with the hypothesis that an opposing group of nanobots may have separated itself from the others and formed an opposing “faction” with divergent intentions and created this unknown device as a weapon. Gathering up the pieces in my left hand, I walk down to the mess hall and announce that I’m looking for the best scientists to help me study this new piece of technology. A single woman named “Jen” follows me into an adjacent room, where we place the pieces onto a blank white sheet of paper and begin our examination with tweezers. A second woman joins us shortly after. | ||||