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. ).

I was young guy walking down a quiet street which held a combination of small residential houses, small apartments and small businesses. The street was quiet and I was traveling with 2 other people. We were teens, high school or college aged. When we got to the corner of the street, we decided to chew gum and swap it ABC style, just for fun. We each took a large piece of bubble gum and began chewing, before switching pieces, we put in a second flavor, chewed it for just a few moments and passed on to the next person. We all remarked that it didn't taste too bad though we had just but that new piece in our mouths which made it flavorful. I was thinking to myself, why are we doing this? We then switched for a third time so that our gum had traveled to each person. We did not add a new flavor for this pass. I saw my tall, curly dark brown haired male friend pop it into his mouth and try it first. He thought it was gross and flavorless. I was anticipating mine to be pretty bad but I popped it into my mouth anyway as did the third friend. It was gross, flavorless and the thought of everyone's spit was icky. Then the dream ended.

Thoughts. I had many dreams last night but only really remember this dream. I was not going to post it but I was that Iris had a dream which featured gum and thought perhaps I should, at least the bot will read it right?
There was no day residue with this dream.

ALTHOUGH I HAVE HAD MANY DREAMS,
IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I REMEMBERED ONE. THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXCERPT OF ONE I HAD ON 6/30/16; I DID NOT REMEMBER THE ENTIRE DREAM.

I WAS IN A FACILITY SOMEWHERE OUT IN THE DESERT OVERSEEING AN INDIVIDUAL WHO WAS INTERVIEWING AN ALIEN. AS I LISTENED TO THE QUESTIONS, I KEPT SAYING TO MYSELF, "WHY DON'T YOU ASK AN IMPORTANT QUESTION LIKE "ARE YOU A VEGETARIAN OR DO YOU EAT MEAT?" FUNNY, DUMB BUT NOT REALLY BECAUSE THE UNDERLYING IMPLICATIONS WERE SICKENING.

Trending: practice compared july instantly kill traveling ton burn progress shit awesome waves trying campus stress view mostly couch web job father waking evening fri cafe crow regarding hey unfamiliar moment
Waning: gang free eat tired card rain pizza request pain gap bus yard dogs days celebration raising june issue fireworks dealing

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Oh gosh….July instantly kill traveling ton burn progress shift awesome waves.

To me, this almost sounds like Glenn Beck’s novel where a nuke blows up in a truck just outside of Vegas. Not that Vegas is implied anywhere here, but the nuke blast certainly is (kill traveling, ton burn, shift awesome waves).

Bottom line, I don’t like this run at all.

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1) Tom Cruise, not feeling well, someone is examining him, he describes his symptoms. doctor looks in his mouth, then asks him to open wider. He uses metal tweezers to tug and pull and then remove something from the roof of Tom's mouth. We all gasp as what is in the tweezers is in the shape of a fried egg but in place of the yolk is an eye that is watching everything. The white of the egg shape was more like a very thin plastic that was helping the eye stay adhered to the roof of his mouth.

2) I was sleeping and hearing a very loud buzzing mechanical noise. The noise was so loud and bothersome it woke me up. I went outside to talk with other people. The noise continued for hours and hurt so much I thought I was going to go crazy. I seemed to be living in small town near air force base. Someone said there had been a plane crash nearby, someone else said they heard there was a ufo in the area. We looked up in the sky and the loud noise seemed to be coming from a very large airplane that was using special equipment to locate the crash and/or the ufo. The plane had very large round protrusions. (see photo link at end of this dream description).

i was in room with another female talking quietly. She was sorting through a pile of items and boxes on a table. We knew someone was coming. She casually moved some of the items to another pile on the floor so they wouldn't be noticed. Alien male walked into the room. The alien looked human, medium build, dark simple clothing, with a large bald head and deep dark sunken eyes. Overall, very closely resembled a human. He was very quiet and observant. I don't remember him talking but we did communicate. In front of me on the table was a bolt of dark green fabric honeycombed with different U.S. holiday symbols (e.g., pumpkins, cornucopia). The alien studied the fabric closely. I asked him what holidays were important to him on his planet. He looked at me at length as he considered his response. Then he raised his hand and 'poofed' his fingers at me. I'm thinking 'uh oh' shouldn't have asked that, but then realized he was sending his response in thought form to my brain.

Then I was walking with another female out along a runway on the air force base. She needed a phone and I offered her mine. Her's was an older clunky model. Mine was small and slim. Next scene: seems my son and I and others had recently moved here, that is a small town adjacent to air force base. I woke up very late for me, the sun was shining and it seemed to be around noon. He and others were dressed and industriously walking about. Our moving boxes needed to be unloaded. I pulled my son aside and asked him to keep an eye out for my small red gardening hoe, as it was very important that I start to work on the garden asap. I picked up the black, grey and white blanket on the bed to fold it, and noticed this was a blanket I had brought along from my prior home, and I was surprised to see dirt streaks on it as I always kept my things clean and organized.

I went with son to walk around, and realized i had slept with a contact lens in right eye. I was surprised that my eye felt ok; as I mentioned this to son, my vision started to dim, and I became very dizzy so I grabbed his arm. After a minute or so my vision cleared up, and I thought I needed to squirt some lotion in my eye to remove the lens. Then we walked into an area on our left surrounded by tight close low (1-2 story) buildings. Realized nothing there was of interest, we turned around to leave and saw someone coming. My son casually picked up an automatic gun lying on a table in the street and swung it towards the oncoming person to frighten him off. I was surprised by my son's action and that he'd found a gun lying around. He put the gun back and we returned to our exploratory walk.

Back with others in room on base. Plate of chocolate chip cookies with pink lines of icing swirled on the cookies. Female friend had to get up and leave and she took wad of pink chewing gum out of mouth and stuck on one of the cookie to mark it as hers. There was a small brown terrier similar to a Scottish terrier there that we were protecting.

Plane was similar to this:
http://cdn.globalaircraft.org/media/img/.../e-2_3.jpg
However, what I envisioned was a dark olive green plane and the disk was much larger, taking up perhaps a third of the size of the plane, and attached tightly to the body.

1 July 2016
Intention: To gain clarity regarding something that came up during meditation


I'm walking along a path in a park-like setting. There are other people around, hanging out in the park, and no one seems to notice me. I'm dressed in a black uniform, one I've worn before, and which signals I'm working. I'm looking for someone in particular, even though I don't know who. I come across a group of people sitting on the grass in a circle. A man is standing in the center of the circle, talking, and the people are listening. I scan the group, knowing this is where I will find the person I seek, but I don't get a sense the person is in the group. I see a man standing next to a table laden with food. The man looks like a younger Michael J. Fox. He's the one I seek. I walk towards him and tell him I was sent to talk to him. He glances at me then returns his attention to the food, saying, Tell them I'm not interested. I tell him I suspect we're supposed to work together. He reiterates that he's not interested. I stand there silently. He sighs, irritated, and turns to me, saying that he's told "you people" over and over that he's not interested and asks what it will take to get "you" to leave him alone. I tell him I know nothing about that, I'm simply a messenger delivering a message. He says, Fine. Deliver this message to whoever keeps sending people to harass me. No. I'm not interested. I have my life and no intention of at messing with it for whatever cause you people think is so vitally important. Now go away. Okay, I say, I'll pass along your message. But before I do, may I show you something? It won't take long. He sighs and says, Fine. If it means this is the last time I have to deal with you people, fine. Show me whatever you think is so important, not that it will make any difference.

Then we're standing on a hillside overlooking a grassy plain. There's nothing on the plain except a massive tree. The tree is as tall as a skyscraper and the trunk is so large around that it would require a short day hike to circle. The canopy covers at least several football fields. What is THAT? the man asks. The grandmother tree, I say. I being walking towards the tree. He falls into step beside me. As we draw closer, we can see people all over the tree, moving around and tending the tree, like ants on a regular sized tree. There are also people moving around the base of the tree and tending the root system. The man and I don't speak until we reach the base of the tree to stand between two roots that are taller than both of us. Between the roots is a small door, almost invisible in the bark. The grandmother tree, I repeat, She watches over everything and asks for nothing in return. I don't understand, he says. I reach out both of my hands and rest them against the bark. A wave of gentle, unconditional love and joy flows from the tree and into me. It welcomes me. Envelops me. I look at him. Touch her, I say, and hear what she has to say to you. He hesitates, then places his hands against the bark. He gasps. Falls to his knees. Tears begin to stream down his cheekcs. He bawls openly for some time, then removes his hands and uses them to scrub at his eyes. He looks at me and says, I had no idea. Most don't, I say. He asks if I had been through this before. I tell him yes, I've felt the grandmother's love for all her children before and it knocked me flat. Now I know what to expect and can at least remain upright. He looks at the door, then glares at me. You set me up, he says. No, I say, I just showed you why we stand against the adversary. He points at the door and says, Then explain that. I look at the door but see nothing and tell him so, that whatever he's seeing is meant for him alone. How did you know? he demands. I repeat my previous statement, adding that whatever is written there may not be what he wants to see but it's exactly what he needs to see because the grandmother knows her children. And surprise! She loves us anyway. I tell him if he's ready to go, I'll take him back and I assure him he won't be bothered again. You would do that? he asks. I gave my word, I say. He hesitates, then steps forward, yanks the door open, and steps through. I shrug, then follow him.

The man and I are in a big open area crammed full with cubicles. Each cubicle has a human in it, head down and doggedly typing away on computer keyboards. He's now dressed in a uniform like mine and we're stealthily slipping along a walkway between the cubicles and a wall. He opens his mouth to speak but I put my finger to my lips, shushing him. We move carefully, cautiously, and, most importantly, silently along the wall. A couple times we freeze, plastering ourselves against the wall as humans and beings of all kinds pass back and forth along the walkway, unaware of our presence. We eventually reach a doorway and exit through it into a long, empty corridor. The man says, That was your idea of a shortcut? No, I say, grinning at him, That was something you needed to see. I set off at a slow trot down the corridor, saying, This is the shortcut. What was that place? he asks, falling into stride next to me. The true reality, I say, How things really are. What people think is reality is just an illusion. He shakes his head, saying, I had no idea. Most people don't, I reply, It's like the movie. "The Matrix," he says. Yup, I say. Sometimes truth is given in different ways to plant seeds in people's minds. I grin at him and say, And if anyone had told me ten years ago what this path would require, I would have said they were insane. I pull open a door that seems to materialize out of the wall as he says, I'm not so sure we're not insane. We step through the doorway as I comment that a bit of insanity is necessary for the job, so we don't go crazy.


Notes:

I don't know if it was Michael J. Fox but it was definitely someone who looked and sounded like him.

I hadn't seen the grandmother tree before but I have been on the receiving end of that unconditional love and acceptance. None of my flaws mattered. No sins mattered. All that mattered was I existed and therefore I was worthy of being loved and accepted unconditionally. And that was how it was for everyone, no matter who they were or what they may have done. There was no judgment of any kind. Just that all-encompassing love.

I've been in that building with the cubicles before, on my way through from point A to B. This was the first time I knew what it was, however.

I am standing on a raft (handmade) house boat, I am in the south near a swamp.
I have nothing left here, and I feel someone is coming for me.
There is a kitten and a puppy playing on the wooden floor of the raft boat.

I look up and the kitten and puppy are now tumbling off of a log peaking out from the snow.
I look down at my feet and I am wearing thick moccasin looking shoes.
I am dressed like an Eskimo, a long fur lined coat, and thick winter pants.

I some how know that I am in the last village before reaching the north pole. There are odd white light people there, they look like a single piece of rice in size and shape, yet they are made of light, and when they step into this world they become as big as us. They take people, I do not know where, and I don't understand quote how i know all of this information, i just do.

Many people go missing in this village. Never to be seen again. I go inside of a small cabin, I have with me a child that isn't mine. I wanted to protect this child, so i stole the child from a family in the swamp and i brought the baby here with me. I am negotiating with a small older woman with dark leathery skin for renting a room.

I keeping thinking to myself, what name am i going to use for myself, and what should I call the baby girl i stole, she doesn't look like me, will this woman know this isn't really my daughter?

The people of the North are calling me outside, the woman becomes scared, and shuts up the cabin. She is afraid of them, because when they come around and start calling people, people go missing.

(There is a blank spot here as if I blacked out)

I find myself walking in the snow, the sound of the ice crunching under my feet with every step, i can smell how crisp and clean the air is, and i can taste it too. There is no pollution here, it is so clean and white! I am walking still in a northern direction and just before i reach the center (the north pole) where is should be the coldest, i find myself instead in a patch of green. Lush grasses are growing here, and i can now visually see several of the people of the north.

Their bodies that were light are now solid and they are very tall, and skinny, they do not look like us. They are very pale as if their skin doesn't see sun light. Their eyes are the bluest blue i have ever seen.

There is a caribou and an elk both grazing close by, and one of the people of the north ask me, do you want to stay here with us? I can not, i have to protect the girl, i tell them. Suddenly i am back in the ice cold white land of snow and wind.

I turn and walk slowly back to the village, to the kitten and the puppy.

NOTES:
Sounds: I can hear the wind as a color, white and I can hear the cold crackling like snow under my moccasins.

Feelings: There is a vibration, as if my entire spirit is vibrating inside of my body like a speaker when the base is up really high. The vibrating was constant like the OM Chanting @ 432 Hz.


I did not get a typical download, instead i just some how knew things, things i couldn't have possibly known. This dream has left me very shaken. The emotions of someone after me were very strong, my protective instincts were also very strong. I felt this woman's fear, she was in a dire panic, and i felt her fear as if it was my own, before i felt her fear... I was not afraid of the white light people of the north.