I saw beans coming from the moon. The location on the moon was the SSE corner. That area was highlighted by being lit up. It was a full moon. They were coming right down to the ground. The only thing was they were flat ones not like your typical bean. They were piling up along the ground floor. Then I saw them in the fields but between the rows. They were just loose.

20170915-Dream-The Nesting Coats

I am traveling through an evergreen forest with a group of young people. It is Winter, and everyone is dressed in ankle-length greatcoats. The coats have wooden stays in them that hold the bottoms of the coats away from the feet for better walking. We decide to stop and camp for the night.

Each person locates a tree with a trunk about a foot diameter and no branches below 6 feet. They take off their greatcoats and fasten the necks of the coats around the tree trunk, tying it securely with their belts. They slide the wooden stays along the coat until they reach the tree trunk, then tie straps from the outer ends of the stays to the tree trunk above. They put a liner or blanket around the straps, then climbed into it and curled around the tree to sleep.

When assembled, it looked like a cup or a crow’s nest with a tent on top, 3 or 4 feet above the ground.

Comments:

The travelers looked like Neo in the Matrix, but no sunglasses. Interesting concept, a tree tent. Maybe I will try to make one sometime. It would have to be hammock-grade cloth to work without ripping, and I am not sure if the 6 to 8 wooden stays in the coats would really be practical for wearing in the winter. What if you needed to bend or pick up something from the ground?

20170918-Dream-Weak Molasses Tea

The scryer is serving us weak molasses tea—It is mostly water, with barely any color. Too many people are running around using up the tea—It is barely effective now. Not like when it used to be full-strength, by the cup.

Comment;

“The Scryer” in this dream was a sort of kettle that generated black molasses somehow. It felt like you would drink some of the molasses and would then be able to gaze into the dark surface and discern events and information. But people have used it frivolously, and now the resource is almost gone, barely useful.

Analysis;

An essential resource, nearly depleted. It has the look and feel of an oil crisis—but psychic oil somehow.

20170926-Dream-Nuclear War
05:45 PDST/~4:45 LST

I am in the pilot house of a ship at sea, looking down at a white monitor screen. There is a pubic hair on the screen. Reports are coming in from the other stations. There are three more besides me, evenly spaced on the surface of the globe. We all know it is the end, but all of us are on station. The screens of the other pilot houses are up. Smiling young people, two women and one man, but not in uniform.

“Station 2 reporting, status ready,” he says. The standard status report. Then he smiles and adds, “Not vaporized yet!” We all smile at this.

Then, “Station 3 reporting, status ready, not vaporized yet.”
Then, “Station 4 reporting, status ready, not vaporized yet.”

Everyone is smiling, but a bit sadly.

Suddenly station 2 goes off line, then 3, then 4. Sat cams show large nuclear columns at their sites. Dream ends.

Comments:
All of us were at sea. The stations were at points of a tetrahedron on the surface of the earth. The pubic hair in the pilot house of station 1 means the leadership is governed by passions, not sense/logic. I am apparently in the leader’s ship (“leader’s ship”/ “leadership” ?) but not a leader. I just work there.
4 – the number of Man. The nuclear blasts were columns only, reaching to space. No mushroom clouds.

Analysis:
Risk of nuclear war is high.

20171004-Dream-Dying Mohammed

The founder of Islam is dying, and will soon be forgotten. Islam is being taken over by “Baphomet.” I am dismayed, and hope that ‘Baphomet’ does a better job of steering that religion. End of dream.

Comments:
"Dying" in this dream meant that the entire memory and awareness of Mohammed was passing out of the consciousness of Muslims. His place in the religion was being taken over by 'Baphomet.'

I have never been a Muslim. On awakening, I remembered learning that “Baphomet” was the name of the purported idol that the Knights Templar were accused of worshipping—This resulted in the disbanding of the Knights Templar, often by the execution of its members by agents of the Roman Catholic Church.

In the book, “The Secret of the Temple," ch 12, author John M. Greer tells us that “Baphomet” may be an encoded form of the Hebrew name/word “Sophia = Wisdom.” This is the Atbash Cipher, commonly used for secret writing among scholars in the Middle Ages.

Analysis;
Islam is being taken over by Wisdom?

20171008-Dream-The Terrible Drink

President Trump comes into my bar for a drink. He asks for a “4-way.” I am horrified. I try to talk him out of it, but he makes me mix the terrible drink for him. I stir and stir the 4 ingredients, but they will not mix. They settle into 4 layers in the conical martini glass. Each layer is associated with a song.

The very bottom layer plays “It’s a small world after all” from the 1965 World’s Fair.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJFGAX77zw4

The next layer up is John Hiatt’s “Have a little faith in me.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7aYxMuLb3h8

The next layer up is Paul McCartney’s “Live and let die.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=784k3EEuZYA

The top layer is a discordant melody that I can’t make out, “Oil and Water” might be a name for it, and it is full of conflict/war. Not sure if it is a real anthem or just in the dream.


Rodney King is there, trying to help me talk Trump out of drinking it. Over and over, he pleads with Trump, “Can’t we all just get along?”

While I am mixing the drink, uniformed military police in helmets are recording me, trying to talk the president out of drinking it. They are smiling, and they plan to arrest me.

President Trump is smiling too as he picks up the glass to drink. As he does this, I realize that Trump will drink the terrible drink from top to bottom. The drink is terrible indeed, but it is about the future, not only the present and past. He will drink the bottom layer last, and that last layer means hope.

Comments:
In this one, Trump seems symbolic for the United States. We’re in for a terrible time. Pouring the drink in its 4 layers is the process by which we got here. Top layer = civil war between factions that cannot mix, like oil and water. Next layer, death—because we abandoned ‘live and let live.’ It is made to seem glamorous, like a James Bond movie, but it is death. Next layer, reconciliation. Final layer, “Its a small world after all.”= figuratively, we all have a lot in common, but also literally, many fewer people,and maybe with fewer/simpler options. That’s where we end up.

20171012-Dream-The Brown Square Dominion
06:00 PDST, 06:28 LST

They appeared everywhere at once. Metal robots with a rounded conical mound where the head should be. No faces or features. Each one carried a Roman-style scissor-blade on a pike staff. They marched everywhere in formation, but very, very fast and without any clanking or sound. If they found you, they made you kneel and say,
“I renounce all other religions and authority and and accept the Brown Square Dominion.”
And if you did, it was true—You were “inside the Brown Square.”

If anyone gave them trouble, attacked, or refused to accept the Brown Dominion, they were killed immediately.

I was a student at a University, and tried my best to hide from the robots, but they found me at last. I had to accept the Brown Square Dominion.

Other groups of robots took over every government office, business, or institution. Every document was quickly and efficiently stamped with an opaque brown square right over the business name or corporate seal. It was the color of medium brown hair, sort of like flat paint except that the edges of the square were perfectly straight and sharp, and it could not be removed from the document, or even cut with scissors. After the robots were done with our files and our equipment, we could still use them—Print anything we wanted, unless it was “Not Allowed.” Whatever we printed came out with the Brown Square on it. Even plain paper in a black and white printer came out with the Brown Square perfectly covering any logo, emblem or corporate seal. No one could figure out how it was happening.

The rules of every organization were unchanged—at least for now. Police and Army people (who were not killed for resisting) all “entered the Brown Square” like the rest of us, and found that they too were “Not Allowed.” They weren’t required to do anything differently, except that they were not allowed to do anything bad or harmful, or outside the bounds of what they should be doing in that job. And of course, they were Not Allowed to make war or kill people. It was like being mildly depressed if you tried to do anything they didn’t like. Fighting or violence was “not allowed.” Stealing, drug use, driving over the speed limits-- “not allowed.” Overeating at lunch-- “not allowed.”

Some people had taken the “Brown Religion” before the robot army got there. We mostly ignored them. I knew a Brown Religion girl in my apartment, and saw her in the lobby when I got home after the first day.
“How was your day?” she asked me.
“Tiring, with all the running away, “ I quipped. I wanted to say something really snarky, but -- Not Allowed!
“How was yours?”
“Okay I guess.” She wanted to say more. Her eyes were sad, but she too was ‘Not Allowed.’

The Brown Square Army was not human, and maybe neither were their masters, but the masters never showed themselves. No proclamations, no changes to laws – except to enforce them strictly from within everyone’s own brain. North Korea remained Communist, and Kim remained in power—But he was now a perfect Communist, as was every official in his regime. All food, all resources were shared equally. Corruption was Not Allowed. The lowliest peasant child had exactly the same amount and type of food to eat as Kim Jong Eun himself.

Used car salesmen could still sell used cars, but they were Not Allowed to misrepresent their cars in any way. You could still buy cigarettes, but you were Not Allowed to smoke them. It went on and on like that. And no one was happy, even though happiness was allowed.

Everyone on the globe was forced to accept the Brown Square Dominion or be killed. And once you were in, you could not do anything that was Not Allowed.

Comments:
It was a restless sleep that ended in this dream. After I got up and thought about the dream a bit, I said, “Holy crap!”-- And stopped right there, because that was a good way to sum up the terrifying peace and order of the Brown Square Dominion.

Really not sure what this one could mean. Maybe this is what happens when the machines take over?

Last night I had a dream that Rachel Maddow was a a guide , rafting on a river. It was likely the Colorado river in the Grand Canyon. I was watching her from behind in either a different boat or from shore. She had excellent form and command of the raft and I was impressed on how she was tackling the rapids. Others were in her boat, she was the guide.
After awhile my father came to me and said hello. We discussed a few things, not sure what, and I told him I missed him. I awoke shortly after.
Thoughts, my father passes away 14 years ago this month. For many years, he was a rafting guide through the Grand Canyon, he also own his own rafting company for a period of time. I am not sure how Rachel Maddow fits in. She might be seen by some as someone who "guides " some through the sea of politics. I am not really sure why she was in my dream as a whitewater guide.

Well this was tiring and I woke from it probably at 11:11. Any way I was with friends near and as opposed to shoe out a bee I killed it and several more.

That's when the fun started, as I was stung I turned into a fly or something and someone suggested that I be held til the queen tasted me. I was hard to get caught and after being tasted and determined to be of good stock I escaped and was constantly fleeing in the matrix until I woke.


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