Dream says Donald Rumsfeld will be very important in history but not in a good way and Satan will take his soul to hell for punishment.

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I'm sitting on the edge of a bed, and I get up to look out the window. I appear to be in an apartment on roughly the third floor. I look up into the sky and see a fireball in the sky. It's tiny at first, but gaining speed really fast. My heart starts racing and I think to myself "Well, this is it then, no escaping THAT." I sit down on the edge of the bed to pray, but feel the need to look out the window one last time.

The fireball is much closer, but now it appears it's under intelligent command, as it's zipping around in the atmosphere. People on the ground are running around in panic. My mom and my brother join me at the window, and my mom makes the comment that whoever these invaders are, the government is in on it, and we need to leave for the safe house.

We jump into a car, and now it's my mom and my boyfriend. The streets are filled with people running around screaming. We stop at a building that's just imploded, and there's rubble and dust everywhere. I see a man with a backpack on climbing out of a hole in the ground, like he's come out of a subway.

We continue on into an area with brownstones, and some are occupied and some are very obviously abandoned. I'm thinking we should just pick one, as people are crushing around the car trying to get in. Somehow this has made me way more panicky than the fireball did.

We pull up to a brownstone, and rush inside and bolt the door. I realize that actually it's several that have been connected somehow, and there's a lot of people here who are resistance fighters. There's a lot of activity, but we're organized, but we still need to keep a low profile. There is much talk about the corrupt government using the invaders as a false flag type of event, to stir up panic and institute martial law.

At some point we need to go out and get supplies. There is another car following us with two women inside, and they have recognized us. My boyfriend, who is driving, hits the gas and the chase is on. We lose them in the city.

I dreamed (8-27-2016) there was a terrorist attack aimed at foreign tourists of the ruins of Ancient Egypt. There were hostages involved. A ransom demand note was sent to the family of one of the hostages but they thought it was a fake ransom note. They responded "prove to us you have him". So the terrorists sent a photo of the man holding a newspaper about the very same terrorist attack.

I dreamed Obama was still on the golf course and it was the middle of summer but there was still snow on the ground which had not melted yet someone telling  him it's time to leave. Does this portend to a year without a summer like the one they had back 1816 after the eruption of mt tambora(which they estimate to have been100 times bigger than mt st helens in1980) in indonesia.

08/27/2016 AM
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I was in a very dark, very large room. There were bleachers on each side of the room going almost straight up one hundred levels. The bleachers were filled with people wearing black robes. They all seemed to be asleep. My Hubby was sitting next to me holding a shotgun, but still asleep. I was trying to figure out what was going on and why we were there. I heard a shotgun blast from somewhere far over on the left of me. My hubby raised his shotgun up and toward the left just missing my head and fired two shots, but never woke up. There were periodic sounds of shotguns being fired. The noise did not seem to wake any of the people. There were no sounds of people being hit or hurt. Suddenly I felt that I could not breathe. I woke up.

Comments:
No idea where I was.
There was a lot of blackness in whole dream.
I could not breathe as I had rolled over and crimped my Oxygen hose!
The new dosage of sleep medication seems to allow me to dream longer, deeper and to remember much more.

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08/26/2016 AM
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I was sitting at an outside café table when I heard an old man say to a group of young boys “Let me tell you a story.” I listened in.
This is what I heard.
“There was a man named Matrio, now Matrio came to town about thirty years ago and took up residence in a tiny rundown shack at the edge of town. He would go to a different community square or park every weekend and every weekend he would tell, anyone that listened, about how he came here to wait for the famous fighter “Mariggio”. “
“Matrio would always challenge the local fighters and say how he needed to pass the time while waiting for Mariggio. Sometimes he would lose those early fights but he would always find someone to swear that his opponent cheated. When he won he would celebrate and tell people to tell their friends about his power and how he would fight any takers next time. He would never fight at the same place twice. He would only fight in places on opposite sides of town. He developed quite the reputation.”
“Now while he was doing this he was building a posse of never-do wells, men that would lie for him and back him in any tall tales. He lived better every week. The ladies bought him gifts of clothes and fancy accessories. His admirers provided him with fancy cars, good meals in fancy restaurants and took him to exotic places in their private jets. “
“His fight challenges gradually became melees with his people fighting other groups but, he always got his picture with himself standing over the knocked out body of his opponent. He cheated often but was never caught by his fans. He was a media darling. His reputation was growing daily. He became a hero to many; his opinions were considered trust worthy. Many swore that his advice had made their lives better. Many talked of how they had met him and that they thought he was a wonderful man.”
“In reality he was a man made up of lies. He grew fat and soft living off other people’s work, but he still lived in his tiny rundown shack. He would have starved if not for his reputation.”
“One day we heard that Mariggio was coming to our town.”
“Matrio began to shake down to his very bones. He had kept up his challenge to fight Mariggio but he knew he could not take him. He began to plot.”
“We all knew about Mariggio. We had heard about him from travelers from around the world. He was the best fighter in the world. He was at least 10 feet tall and had muscles on his muscles. He slept with the most beautiful women, drove the best cars, ate at all the best places and traveled the world in high style. There were always pictures in the paper but they were always places he had just left, never were they pictures of the man himself. No one really knew what he looked like!”
“A local banker told us about him. He said “Mariggio came to town, opened a bank account for the local school with a very nice deposit. I asked him if he was going to meet with Matrio and he asked who that was. I told him all about Matrio and he said he would if I would arrange the meeting in a private place between just them. I did as he asked. “”
“The banker told us about the meeting: They had lunch at his home. The two men were so very different. Mariggio was a lean, six foot tall, well mannered, well groomed and wore a business suit. Matrio was a fat soft slob in a garish cheap suit. Matrio was an ill mannered, rude braggart and he tried to challenge Mariggio.”
“Mariggio told Matrio “I have only ever fought in a board room to make life better for other people. I worked honorably and hard to earn everything I have. I did not and do not want publicity for myself. A man can live well on the efforts of others, lies, double dealings and publicity but if he cannot improve the lives of others that makes him a waste of a man. I use publicity to get awareness about the things I support, not for myself. You use it for your own aggrandizement. The man you want to fight does not exist except in tall tales. An unknown poor man that helps others is a better man than you. I will not fight you.””
“Matrio got all blustery and tried to make excuses but, when he realized they made no impact he stomped out of the room and left. Mariggio and I finished our lunch and he went on his way.”
“Matrio left town not too long after.”
The old man paused after his story. Then he said “One man lived on honorable efforts. One man lived on polished lies.” Then he asked the boys “Which would you want to be like?”
I sat in the sunlight at the small sidewalk café and thought about how I had lived my life. I pondered the moments that reputation had made a difference. I wondered about the different reputations I was given at different times in my life and the reputations I actually earned. I wonder about the reputation that I will end my life with; I hope it is an honorable one and one I earned.
I was shaken out of my reverie and woken up by my Hubby.
Comments:
I don’t know for sure where I was.
The place had what is called Tuscany colors, golden yellows, deep greens and burgundy wine. The table was round, black metal like a patio set. It was a warm mild temperature. The coffee was in a tiny little cup and very black.
The dream happened faster than it took to write it up.
It was most pleasant.

Dreamed about Aliens with blue eyes.  Was told I am one of them and there are lots of us here on Earth. Will add details later today. I wanted to get this posted so I would not forget.

Start of dream. I am walking into what feels like a doctors office. Someone tells me to have a seat in a chair that looks like a dentist chair. I look to my left and see a man in the adjoining alcove being worked on by who I assume is a dentist. I look around and see a woman who resembles the dentist so I think she must be his sister because they look alike. They are both small so I think they must be little people. There were other people there watching, but they are different and were in dark uniforms.

Then the woman walks toward me and stands next to my chair and puts a flimsy clear plastic thing over my eyes and nose and tells me to breath natural. This thing is clear, flimsy/bendable, high tech looking. I take it off and tell her, I am only here for a consultation, I don't want any dental work done. She doesn't answer me and puts the thing back on my face. I take it off again and say the same thing. She tells someone, she won't keep it on her face. Then the Doctor comes over and says here let me do it and he puts it on my face and says, breath deeply. Then I started feeling different and said, why does my body look different now? No one answered me.

The next scene and I walk into a room and there are people (?) in the room sitting at what looks like computers. They turn around on their chairs when I walk in. They all have very bright blue eyes. They seem startled that I walked into the room. I told them, don't be afraid, I think I am one of you. One of them smiled and said, yes, there are many like you on Earth.
End of dream.

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This is so freaking frustrating! I changed everything I could and even visited the pages that DreamBot wanted to ignore. Bottom line….there is no reason why we should be having this tiny run today. I just don’t have any idea as to why the bot won’t read those pages. I even tried multiple internet connections. There must be a reason why this is has happened today.

Speaking of which, Wolf Prime could be lone wolf. Clearly, this wolf has puppies, so don’t get too glommed onto what will be presented as a lone wolf event.

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