08/26/2016 AM
No intent
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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There are some monsters in a cave who are carrying swords, and we are apparently supposed to marvel. Oh wait, the monsters burn...maybe that's why people marvel! That sounds a lot like the Taliban burning in the caves after a Bunker Buster explodes.

Wait....hold on....Out in the desert in 9 days....the festival called Burning Man. Monsters spewing fire and probably carrying swords too. At a minimum, our Red Alert will be coming true for the very title of this run. http://burningman.org/

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24 August 2016


I'm in a house I don't recognize. It needs work and it definitely needs a good cleaning. I'm wandering throughout the house, wondering why I'm there and who owns the house. I don't see any other people in the house but I know others are there because I hear talking in the distance and the sounds of people moving around. I enter a room that looks like a small living room/parlor. It's furnished in what looks like thrift shop cast-offs and it's kind of gloomy. What really gets my attention, though, is the huge seal plopped in the middle of the floor. It's lying on its side, scratching itself with a flipper. Somehow I know this is my sister's pet seal and I wonder why she let it into the house. Was this her house?

Suddenly the seal flops down and starts to charge at me. It's making a weird noise, almost like it's growling, and it's moving faster than one might imagine a huge seal to be able to move as it galumphs towards me. I don't run-prey runs and I'm not prey, is my thought-but I back quickly out of the room. There's a door to the room and I slam it shut just as the seal hits it from the other side. I hope the door holds. There's a slide lock, like you see on gates, and I lock the door closed. Then I hustle back to what I know is my room. I lock the door from the inside and start planning how I'm going to get out of the house before the seal gets loose and comes after me again.

There's an old black landline phone on the night stand next to my bed. It rings as I'm stuffing belongings into a backpack. I hesitate to answer but it keeps ringing and I know whoever is calling will continue to let it ring until I answer. So I pick up the handset and put it to my ear but don't say anything. It's my sister and she's angry that I locked her seal in the living room. She demands to know where I get off doing such a thing. It seems like a smart thing to keep quiet so I don't reply. Her voice changes and becomes cold. Calculating. Very unlike her normal voice. She tells me she's had enough of my interfering and she was going to let her seal deal with me. I hear the sound of the seal galumphing down the hallway in my direction. I hear it making that weird noise again. My sister laughs, a sort of Snidely Whiplash type laugh, and jeers that I won't be able to get away from the seal this time. I heave the phone through the window. It crashes through the glass. I pick up my backpack and use it to break out the rest of the glass. Then I toss it through the window. As the seal hits my door, I dive through the window. I woke up at that point.


Note: My sister is a lovely person and she owns cats, not a seal. Just in case anyone was wondering if this was a sibling thing.  

Lots of subtext and messages in this dream that I didn't realize until I typed it in.

There's always a way out in dreams. Always. It's just a matter of finding it...or making it.

Looks like 3 out of the six spaghetti models have it in my neighborhood. Who can help me push it out into the Atlantic?

   

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This run feels like a celebration. Beneficial bath James feels like a baptism and overlaps directly with Relax sweet water throw.

Holy van graduation could mean ‘ascension’ or ‘rapture’ or in Law of One lingo: Graduation to the next density (I think all these are talking about the same event or phenomenon).

Two days ago the bot warned us about Easter. In this run, Christmas is indicated.

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24th of August 2016

First i dreamt of me being in elevator. Then in descended in the cellar and there the elevator was somewhat of a safe. 
I did not feel so good then.

24th of September 2016

I dreamt that i had to make something with groceries. I should have prepared like the sugaring above the cake. But i had to prepare it on the floor and on square black and white tiles. It fit exactly on one tile what i prepared. And i could lift it up and turn in around. 
Then a woman came and took it away and brought it to her son, who was  sort of her prisoner in a bright room. So he could eat it. It was on an also square white peace of paper. But he chose not to eat it yet. maybe later.

24th of September 2016

Then i also dreamt of me fighting with a black President of the USA. He was bald, and did not look like Obama. Any way I disagreed with him, I was angry at him, he did not care about something that happened in Senegal. 
So I wanted to hit him , but sort of a energy (religion?) let me not grasp him between my hands. 
Then later I managed to put him in line with other countries and entities (EU), and the line looked like the airplane concorde with a head of a snake and was also like a stick. The line was like on a snake and ladders game board, and diagonally. The head was up and left. 
As I saw the line and the head of the snake I also thought of Aaron and Moses

Associations:

1st Dream: 
I yesterday went to see if a new washmachine arrived in the cellar. I sort of felt guilty because after i noticed it broke i did not tell it right away. And someone else told it to the house lord i guess.

2nd Dream: 
I thought of calling my mother yesterday because she has some trouble with her ship. But she was also the one who received a lot of money when I was in prison for drugs in Paraguay. She also withheld some money from me I wanted to spend on my liberty. In her defense she thought she new a better way how to get me free.  We until today do not agree in all terms who was right. I could have died while fighting and confronting several opponents , while my mother had tens of thousends of money ready for my liberty, and has never asked me just one single time if I need some money, nor did she want to send me as I asked her to. And she says she managaed to get a huge swiss foundation on board who paid for a good lawyer. Then i defend myself that the papers for my liberty moved most and fastest as I made my hungerstrike. In these 3 weeks the papers really moved faster than in the 9 previous months, and even the swiss Ambassador went to court for me twice. And after I stopped the hungerstrike after the swiss embassy assured me the papers are through, it took them another 5 months to get me free. Anyway as I got transferred to switzerland, my Mother had an enormous party arranged in a very good club in Basel, and it was also her birthday. And I got asked if I want to go free this very night, but I preferred to stay in prison in Switzerland, after all I went through I did not want to take part in this party. But yesterday I got a Job in exactly this Club, where the Party would have been.   

Then I was also cooking in my kitchen yesterday, which has a floor with black and white square tiles.   

3rd Dream:

Again the Washmachine. Washing-ton(e). I will check out the new washmachine today. Eu-ropa. Eu is good in greek, ropa is clothes in spanish. The pole and the snake are symbols of Asklepios the God of the Medicine and also the Dreams. Hygieia is his daughter and the Goddess of health and we use her name in the word hygiene. When I wash I will be cleaner, healthier. After I put the powers in line ot looked like a concorde, so they might agree concord on ceratin themes. So I might first have some difficulties with the washing but then get success in washing. 


I read in a Museum in Basel snakes and ladder (in german Himmel und Hölle (heaven and hell), or in swiss leiterlispiel (laddergame)) is the oldest game in the world and comes from Egypt. So it combines with the snakehead of Moses, and also with the english name of snakes and ladders.

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The only news I get on India is that a man has apparently been pounding knives (i.e., swallowing blades) for the past 3 months. He had to have them surgically removed. http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-india-37163586

I don’t think that is what this bot run is talking about. Rather, it appears that India will get pounded with flooding. Expect migrants begin their survival odyssey (note that odyssey is back in the bot run again). OR, maybe India gets flooded figuratively with some policy orchestrated by the Queen.

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Was with a group of work people, although the setting appears to be more classroom like. I keep going from room to room, sometimes with the same group, sometimes a little different. All of a sudden it occurs to me that I am here for some kind of a psych evaluation, they want to know what I can do, and how strong I am.

I get the feeling they are pleased at my progress, but I'm not quite there yet.