6-14-16-bonus underground mon gravity distracted closest wait female existence piles balls collapse english apartment
6-24-16-fish rise truck detail maybe dead bomb witch underground
7-3-16-energy difficult evil ride father eat son fish stress
7-4-16- blood fish emotional subway journal steps stove gives chest blur today apocalypse and nap train conscious police means

Interesting how we have 3 days of pairing FISH with transportation and disaster. (6-24, 7-3 and 7-4).
Is there going to be a Christian targeted underground attack? Somewhere where there are mostly Christians present ?

There were many parts of this dream and I will share what I remember.
In the first scene I am traveling with a small group of people entering in a small town. The roads are dirt and the town center contains a few buildings. We were trying to blend in while setting up a camp. We do not want to draw attention to ourselves. I am on a mission as are the others. We are in occupied territory and are try to communicate with others from our side. It feels a bit like the Civiil War era in terms technology and life style, I am constantly aware of my actions and those around me. I have a partner who I have been working with in the group and feel like we have feeling for each other. We are singing as we walk. We might be part time performers. I have the impression that some of the messages we communicate are sung.

In the second scene I am still "under cover" and it feels like I am with the same group or similar group of people. Now it feels more like Europe and I have joined a women's choir in a Catholic church. We rehearse at night and most of the singers are nuns. I am one of a handful of singers who isn't a nun. I have a very good voice which gives me a good cover for singing in the church. Things "happen" in the church, people gossip and share everyday news. The everyday news gives hints to what is happening and the mood of the people. Establishing my cover is important. I need to balance this role so I am not too visible but also become a known member of the community. I work with my group in the town which is again "occupied" by others. I feel like I came to the town after the occupation began and have been there now for six months to a year. Our group works in what may be an "arts" type of building. We might design objects and art. We are creative and smart. The building has lots of grey tones and metal. The Occupiers are coming! We need to hide a plastic creation we have been using. It looks like it is a cross between a food processor and a large icing/frosting gun, about 2 feet long. I place it on a metal storage shelf, on the bottom. Someone gives me a brightly colored oil painting of a garden scene to place in front of the plastic creation. It is slightly smaller than the clear plastic appliance being "hidden in plain site". The thought is that if the Occupiers search the pantry closet, they will find the painting which is the only thing of color in the room, and not notice the clear plastic creation behind it. I am not sure the occupiers have an understanding of plastic. We are not safe and I am looking for a place to hide. I take down a ceiling panel and one by one, working as a team, the group scurries as quietly as possible into the hidden attic. It feels like this space was designed to hide people, reminiscent of the underground railroad, except it hides people like us, spies. I know if the occupiers find the plastic creation, we are in trouble. It is dark in the attic and we are almost all in the space when the dream shifts again.

In the third scene I am in an industrial type of kitchen, stainless steal prep areas and utensils are visible. I am with my group again. My partner is there as well. We are all kitchen workers. One of the leaders of the occupiers comes to inspect the kitchen. He reminds me of an old Nazi German. He has short blonde hair, glasses with circle metal gold frames and wears grey colors. He is of extremely high intelligence. I am very aware of my surroundings and actions. If we get caught, I am more worried about torture than death. I don't want to die, but the occupiers are known for the ways they torture others. The Occupier leader is asking us some general questions. Questions which seem like small talk or related to our work. He is fishing for something. He is trying to see if he can trap any of us in a lie. He wants to learn more about us He is suspicious and not sure about us though he is not ready to say we are guilty of anything yet. He isn't certain.
He is opposite me at the food prep table. We are all gathering around it. The Occupier Leader begins to sing a song. The melody is one he is familiar with. I feel the melody is one we should know if we are also occupiers or friendly to them. I do not know the song. This is his test. I can tell he is waiting for us to join him as he sings. He watches us. The first verse is completed and the chorus begins. I glance at my partner. Because of my musical background, I am figuring out the melody quickly, anticipating the next note before it is sung. The words are trickier. The song is one that is talking about the homeland. Patriotic in nature but about the land. Like "Edelweiss" . I began singing with the Occupier Leader. I am just slightly off, a millisecond behind as we sing. Not very noticeable, it is going pretty well. We ALL need to be singing, I stare at the others in my group. As the chorus comes around again my group is now singing the chorus, with harmony. We are more comfortable. We seem to be doing well. As the next verse begins, it is the Occupier Leader and myself again. As I sing with him, I begin to realize the words he is singing now, the ones I am anticipating and signing with him, are not the normal words to the song. He is changing them. I should not know the words, as he is now making them up. But I have been singing these different words too. He says nothing as he continues to sing, coldly staring at me knowingly. I am trying to come up with an action plan as we both continue to sing. I am the mouse , he is the cat. He is going to pounce.

Mood- On guard and watchful. Needing to be aware but make it seem natural.
Singing and blending in were a theme for all the scenes. Being creative, even with the food we were preparing was important.
I am musical in real life. My daughter was looking at cookbooks before going to bed last night.

Trending: july view key tent sunset superhero station sun profile lucidity private sequence add forum entries details witch dorm message business yesterday city eventually lion glass nap train conscious police means
Waning: blood fish emotional subway journal steps stove gives chest blur today apocalypse infection trump generic existing bus inline eden hint

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I am incredibly unhappy to report the loss of some data that apparently happened last night as I (paradoxically) was busily backing up all my files. I go into this morning’s bot run process, only to find that the files I needed are NOWHERE; not on my computer, not on my backup laptop, not in my cloud, not on my external, not in my recycle bin, not in my cloud’s recycle bin….JUST GONE! Luckily, I have been keeping periodic backups, so we didn’t lose everything, but I am just strangely weirded out by this loss. I’m not angry nor bitter, but just flat out confused. If I knew what I did to cause the loss, I’d be able to be angry. I really would like answers about what happened. Regardless, I converted my negative energy into productivity by sweetening up the bot run presentation. Hope you like it!

So this is the reason for “July” spiking back to the top of the list, but overall, we still have that same “superhero” meme and the metaphoric explosion meme (sunset, lucidity, and sun all match the previous nuke interpretation from the past few runs.) Of course, anything referring to nuke explosions could (especially considering the 10% rule in dream predictive analysis) represent today's holiday fireworks!

Hope everyone enjoys their holiday celebrations!!



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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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Trending: shit sunset practicing sick thanks exhausted key swimming hope tower details landed celebration fireworks closing unfamiliar possible oil grocery response wish carrying idea briefly position speed simply certain ran subconscious
Waning: hey house child nights awesome there progress nice energy difficult evil ride father eat son fish stress dream june iran

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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.



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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.