http://www.dailygrail.com/Mind-Mysteries...ent-Atomic

I had no intention on this dream, but it had a lot of language items and numbers for the dream bot.

My wife and I are going to some event at the Staple's center. After the event, we are going to be going in separate directions so we've taken two cars. We exit off the freeway, make a left turn, and then a right where we'll be parking. I am thinking it sucks we took two cars, since we'll now have to pay for parking twice. The parking is outside, for some reason we are going into the facility and paying inside. It is definitely not the Staple's center, but I am in the place I was heading. The parking attendant tells me the price (I forget exactly what it was, it was under $20). I open my wallet up - I have a 50 dollar bill and a 20 dollar bill. Since the 50 will be a pain to use, I decide I'll pay with the $50 bill; when I pull it out, the attendant looks at me and ask "Do you have any Alexanders?". I let him know that I do, but that I'd rather pay with the 50. He frowns and mentions I can do that, but there is an extra fee to use the $50 bill. He looks at a table and then tells me that he doesn't have to charge me a fee after all, and gives me change and a receipt. I look at the receipt, it indicates that he's given me change of 18.35 Euros. I am now in the building, I have a backpack with me and I'm wondering if there are any lockers; there are floor to ceiling height lockers, some wider. They have $1 and $5 slots for coins, which bugs me because I don't have any coins in that denomination.

We had many recent memes with children being a focus.
Today's bombing in Iraq killed 25 children. Does this seem like what our dreamers/botruns were predicting or is it something else?
http://www.cnn.com/2016/07/02/middleeast...index.html

A little Alien humor.

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A cuss word in the number one position? "Shit sunset” might describe a situation where the lights go out in an unusual manner.

“Tower landed celebration” and then “fireworks closing unfamiliar possible.” Something goes haywire, perhaps, but remember “Unfamiliar” does not necessarily mean its something negative.



For more details about these DreamBot runs, please see: http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/T...amBot-Runs

   

This morning as I was trying to remember anything from my dreams, I heard the following: 1. SE Asia Nuclear. 2. Colleen Riddick. I am certain of the first name of the woman was Colleen. Not certain of the last name, it sounded a lot like Riddick.

Afterthoughts: No day residue with this one. I don't know anyone named Colleen Riddick and found nothing on Google connecting that name with anything nuclear.

I was a woman, a senior project manager, working with other senior managers, mostly male and middle aged. We had some time off and the team went jogging. We had a team meeting coming up and I offered my place to members to shower and clean up. One looked like a 50-year old William Macy.

Then we were driving to the office for our status meeting. I realized I had left my project materials back at a different office, and I drove back alone. I parked my car, and exited the enclosed parking lot, going down 3-4 steps. I headed towards the outside exit and could see the sunny day beyond. I extended a friendly greeting to a large black man coming towards me and towards the parking lot entrance. As he passed I got the premonition that he was trouble and as I started to turn, he grabbed me like a rag doll. I struggled and tried to kick him in the nether regions but that was ineffective and he flung me towards the brick wall. I don't remember feeling anything, and all went black.

I then woke up in the hospital and I had the thought that my jaw was wired.

Dreamed a lot last night and only remember a little. Start of Dream. Dreamed I am in a casino waiting to meet someone. While I am waiting I think, may as well play the slot machines. I picked a machine on the end of a row and put in about $4. Then I pull the handle and quarters starting shooting out. I thought this is strange because slot machines don't give out quarters anymore, they give out pay slips of paper. I look around and see the plastic buckets casinos used to have for people to put their quarters in. End of Dream

I was standing at the counter, making my lunch. DIL was working at the sink. Baby boy was busily kicking some balls around his play area. DIL asks what Baby boy is doing. Without thinking, I replied, "Oh, he's cool. He's just playing with his balls."

The words were out before I thought about them.

Don't remember the date but it's been at least 5 years. I normally wouldn't post such an old dream but it was brought to my attention with the instruction that I needed to post it. I put it off, forgot about it, then was reminded again when I read MTB's dream.

I'm at home in our old house, sleeping. The spouse is gone so I'm alone, except for the cats. I hear a noise, like someone trying to get into the house. The alarm system hasn't sounded yet and I don't know why not. I slip from bed, still in my nightshirt, go to the closet and retrieve my .45. Check to make sure there's a full magazine and a round in the chamber. Stealth mode into the main living area, keeping low, checking the windows in the back of the house to make sure no one's trying to get into the back. Not too worried about that, they'd have to climb up a few feet to get onto the back porch and I'd see them before they saw me. Hunker down next to the stone half wall that divides the kitchen from the main room. I peer around the edge and see at least three shapes working the front door. Call 911 and tell the answering operator there are people attempting to access my house, that I'm alone and armed. She tells me to remain on the line. I tell her I will but I would put her on speaker and drop the phone to the floor to keep my hands free. She tells me that help is on the way but I'm aware that I live in a county that's sparsely covered and I'm on my own for at least 15 minutes. There's the crash-tinkle of breaking glass. The alarm system goes nuts. I yell out that police are on the way and I am armed and I WILL shoot to kill should anyone be stupid enough to enter the house. I hear the operator repeating my words to whoever she's talking to via radio, then she's telling me to breathe. I tell her I'm way ahead of her. I take a couple calming breaths. Time seems to slow. I see someone peering in through the broken window but know he can't see me even though I can see him. I don't want to do this but I will and I'll deal with whatever happens. I raise my gun, take aim, and thumb off the safety. Someone is going to die today and it won't be me.

Notes:

I'm surprised by how vividly I remember this dream years after I dreamed it. I can even tell you what nightshirt I was wearing, which was the nightshirt I was actually wearing at the time I dreamed this dream.

Our house was the house we were living in up until we sold it last year. The only difference was the furniture was rearranged with a bookcase located in a place I never put a bookcase(probably because of this dream. If the bookcase wasn't located where it was in the dream, then the dream was changed, was my thinking).

At the time of the dream, our house was the only house at our end of the street in a development out in the country. The nearest neighbor was a couple minutes walk up the street. We lived in a fairly large county where the law enforcement was spread out. It was common knowledge that if something happened, it would take at least 20 minutes for help to arrive(unless LE was at our end of the county) so we had to be prepared to handle things on our own. It's one of the reasons I learned how to shoot, so I could take care of myself when I was alone.

During the time we lived in the house, we never had an invasion incident(at least not by humans. Feral hogs, OTOH, we got those. ).