20161109-Dream-The Clarity Treatment
05:45 PST, 08:10 Local Mean Sidereal Time

I am at an office in a city. A salesman is making a pitch for a new Treatment. I watch as he places himself into a giant plastic bag. The bag is attached to a huge machine, and while the salesman talks, the machine pulls the air out of the bag. He is vacuum-packing himself.
“Does anyone have any questions?” he says from inside the vacuum pack.
“How do you breathe in there?” I ask him.
“Easy!” he replies. “The vacuum seal is so tight and the surface area of the bag is so large that breathing is no longer necessary. All the oxygen needed transits across the membrane of the seal, directly into the bloodstream of the Treated Patient. Tiresome breathing is no longer necessary.”
Encouraged, I pressed him a little further. “What happens when you have to pee? And, you know, #2?”
The salesman, still in plastic, laughs easily. “I have to admit,” he says, “at first it is uncomfortable. But the plastic membrane prevents moisture from leaving the body as well as from getting in. All the moisture a person needs is retained inside the plastic. All needed energy comes directly through the plastic.”
The question mark must have been written across my face. He continued, “Oh the discomfort subsides after a short time, and it is true that the stool and urine condense and thicken. But consider the enormous benefits of The Treatment! With no need for movement or body maintenance, even the most routine functions, the mind is freed. There is an enormous clarity of perception, thought, communication. Sight and insight are brought into sharp focus by The Treatment,” he continued.
I notice that though he is communicating, the salesman has stopped talking. The words must be going directly into my mind. Maybe there is something to it.
He has pointed our attention to a video presentation. The Treatment leads to weight loss as well. I am staring at the time lapse video. It is true that the person in plastic is losing weight as time passes. He seems to be smiling. He is becoming tanned with more and more time, and the tan is getting darker. His smile gets wider and wider. I suddenly notice that his permanently open eyes have a white film over them. Surely he can no longer see. There cannot be clarity of vision in these useless eyes. His lips are pulled back from the teeth, and the bones of his neck are starting to protrude. I catch my breath as I realize this person is dead.

Evaluation;
I stayed up too late to hear Donald Trump's acceptance speech as President-elect. Perhaps that had something to do with this ghastly dream of a charlatan who almost convinces me of the benefits of slow death in a shrink-wrapper.

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Dream I had is making sense now, BUT you may not like this, had a strange dream which is now making sense, Some old orange lodge Masons in the dream lodge , marching about chanting 290 290 . orange is the colour they chant, the winner is Orange. I think Trump may get 290 tonight ?? President Trump??   

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This was a strange one... vivid dream. I am in the back seat of a car with my wife. Our driver is a well trained guard/specialist. We are being followed by a motor cycle ridden by a man that was trying to perform an attack. We neutralize him (gunshot by the driver out the side window hits cyclist in the chest and he wipes out). But now there are 3 more bikers coming to get us.

While the three cyclists are closing in, we read a printout on what is what we are protecting. It is a detailed plan to launch nukes to two locations. The first is eastern Pennsylvania with some information about NYC. The second is strange because it is a region of the world I am unfamiliar with. I see Marseille and Italy and the coastline / Riveria. We get information about a head of state (Prime Minister) and others being in that area for some reason and that is why it was a target. Marseille and Italy were both significant.

That's it. I found this one very vivid and when I woke I looked up a map of the Riveria / Marseille area and was shocked to see it so accurate to the dream. Then again, I am sure I studied this region in the past so it may have been a fragment in my memory.

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The dreams from last night were strange in that they kept repeating the same dream at least 5 times that I can remember. In the dream I am given a problem to solve. When I think I've found the answer I walk away and then the dream repeats. I woke twice and when I went back to sleep, it started all over again, the same dream.

In the dream I'm with a friend and freelance artist that I know. She has been in a minor accident and chipped one of her front teeth. I'm following her around, and we visit her brother in some kind of a workshop garage. I'm trying to get her attention, as I've found her tooth, and put it in my work desk for safe keeping.

We head back to the office, and everything seems like a carnival atmosphere. There are people milling about everywhere; laughing, eating and drinking. I see an old boss from years ago, and want to talk to him but the crowd sweeps me away. When I get back to my desk (which is outside in this carnival area), the missing tooth is gone. But my friend doesn't seem to care.

At this point I see my boss and friend together, and realize she is his daughter, and they've been hiding it all these years. We sit down at a banquet table, and there is a band at the table next to us. She's interacting with them, and that's when the dream gets weird. There is a woman with them, and I realize she is watching me. It was like I became lucid, and realized she isn't a dream construct, she's real and what the HELL is she doing in my dream watching me?!! I remember the funny way my friend's brother was looking at me earlier and realize HE was watching me too. I am now suspicious of the band as well. They are running some kind of carnival ride, but it's more like a test of some kind.

I end up on a bus, hoping to get away. I'm with my friend, a few co-workers, and some random people. We are driving through a very humid, drippy scenario, and we stop for lunch. I realize that I am the only one eating anything, and am horrified that I may become trapped there, like eating fairy food. I wake up.

06Nov2016


I debated whether or not to even post this dream but keep getting goosed, so here it is, just as I wrote it in my dream journal. WARNING: It's a long one.

At a shopping mall. Enclosed. Looking at clothers. There are other women in the area, plus some clerks. They all seem to know each other. There's a woman, somewhere in her 40's, shorter dark curly hair, heavyset, dressed in jeans and a red t-shirt/sweater/sweatshirt with a Christmas design on the front. She strikes up a conversation with me. When I decide to go to another shop, she tags along, chatting as if we're best buds. She asks what I'm looking for. I tell her I don't know but I'll know it when I see it. We're the mezzanine area of the mall. People bustling about. I see down the way, at the other end, soldiers/cops in black tactical uniforms, full face helmets, and armed, stopping people. Somehow I know they're looking for certain people. Those who know things and have certain gifts and abilities. I also know I'm one of the people they seek. I step into a shop. The woman tags along. There's a man dressed completely in white browsing the home decor. I pretend to also be browsing the home decor. The woman wanders to another aisle. The man tells me there would be no way he'd put this cheap Chinese-made crap in his home. I look at him and ask why he's in the shop then. Waiting, he says. He tells me his name is Darryl and that he works for the railroad. He also says he has better taste than what the store sells. I tell him I'm not interested in home decor, I'm looking for a way past the Black Suits out there. He sighs and says, Then you need to come with me, honey. I balk. Ask why? He says he told me, that he works for the railroad. Dawns on me he's not talking about choo-choo trains but he's talking about an underground RR. He says he can get my friend and me out but only if we come NOW. I'm good with that.

Jump to the woman and I are at Darryl's house. Really is a gorgeous place, even if it's not to my taste. Everything in hues of white. The woman is wandering around, touching his stuff. He keeps telling her to be careful. I look out a window. We're in a wooded area, on a slope. Down the way I see 2 horses and 2 men dressed like knights from the Crusades. They're examining the ground and I know they're on our trail. I call Darryl over and show him the knights. Shit, he says, Templars. Honey, we need to get you hidden and fast. The woman comes over, looks out the window and sees the knights. She says, Oh, they won't hurt us. They're protectors. She leaves the house to talk to the knights. Darryl shakes his head and comments about people too stupid to know when they were in danger. In the meantime, I'm looking for a hidey-hole. Darryl says we'll need a different place than usual because the Templars would find the easy spots. He takes me down to his basement. As he's wondering where to put me, I'm scoping out places to hide. There's a big chest freezer. I open the lid. It's filled with frozen meat. Nope. But behind the freezer is a section of loose drywall. I move it and there's enough space for a person to hide. Won't be comfy but I don't care. I call Darryl over and he heps me crawl into the space. Then he rearranges the sheet rock and pushes the freezer in front of it. I'm stretched out, crammed into this narrow space. I can hear when the knights and Darryl come into the basement. Darryl is rambling on about nothing in particular but the knights are silent. I hear stuff being moved around as they search. I hear one open the freezer lid. He roots around in the meat, then closes the lid. Hear the freezer being moved. I hold my breath. If they find me, I can't even run. I'll be toast. Yet I hear one knight say to the other, She's not here. The other says, Her trail ends here. 1st knight replies that this isn't the first time her trail just stopped. But we'll pick her up again. We'll find her eventually. Then Darryl is moving the sheet rock. he tells me the knights are gone but we need to get me out of here ASAP before they come back. What about the other woman? I ask. He tells me they hauled her off before they hit his house. I thank Darryl and comment that all I have is what I'm wearing and what's in my purse. He laughs and says, Might be a good idea to get a bigger purse, then, honey.

Jump to I'm at some sort of military camp/prison. Lots of ordinary people being herded by Black Suits. There's a man with me. I know he's military even though he's wearing business casual. Rather tall, stocky, graying hair in a buzz cut. A general of some sort. He's in charge of the camp. I'm not a prisoner/guest. It's like he's showing off the camp to scare me/demoralize me. I'm watchful. For some reason, he pulls a gun on me. I throw up my shields. One bullet pings off the shield. He takes aim at me again but this time I somehow yank the gun away and shoot him, a double tap to the chest. He falls down, dead. Someone moves next to me. I look and see it's the same general. He's watching me. Clones, I say. He grins and says, On the money! And you'll never get all of us. What about clone degradation? I ask. He laughs and says that "we" solved that problem years ago. Now all the clones were as good as the originals. So "you" may as well give up now. There are millions of us and just a handful of your kind. I know what he says is true but I also know I won't ever give up and neither will the others.

Notes:

I've never dreamed of Templars before. I did a search and came across a site that talked about modern day Templars, part of the Masons. Who knew? But it struck me as interesting. Nothing I read indicated they specialized as trackers yet these Templars were definitely tracking me.

Don't know a Darryl nor anyone who looks like Darryl in my dream. My feel on him was he either was an angel or he worked extensively with angels. Whoever he was, he was definitely my angel, even if he's not my guardian angel, to get me outside of the dreamscape, even if it meant being crammed into a small space in a wall. LOL

Have no idea who that woman was but that top she wore was UH-GLEE! Rudolph was on there somewhere...in plaid...I kid you not.

I'm not much of a clothes shopper, and dislike going to enclosed malls. When I shop, I want to go directly to the store I want, get my stuff, and then leave. I haven't wandered around a mall since I was a teen.

I've read various sites that reference clones being used for people in the public eye but I never gave much credit to that thinking. After this dream, I'm reconsidering my skepticism.

This was a dream directed at me.

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