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I was at work, in an office building, although I did not see many people at the time. I was dressed casually, wearing an old blue fleece jacket and work gloves, which seemed odd attire for an office job. I worked very long days, I believe testing software. There was even a bed in the office; I was working that many hours, including the weekend.

Then 2 business attired people arrived, a man and an older woman. I did not know who they were or if they were there to see me or someone else. Neither engaged with me at the time. I wasn't particularly busy yet; I was mentally preparing for my day and week ahead.

The man, perhaps in his 30's, seemed a bit nervous. The woman, in a buttoned pale skirted suit, was in her 50's or 60's, a bit overweight, with curly graying hair about chin length and a soft fleshy face. She seemed brusque and laser focused. She also had on gloves, but no coat. She sat down at a table, carefully removed her gloves (no coat) and proceeded to retrieve paperwork from her leather briefcase. All this time she never looked up from her hands and the paperwork.

Then the male looked at me and introduced the woman; I believe her name was Helen. Helen finally looked at me. I took my gloves off to shake her hand. She asked a couple questions, although I do not recall what these were. Neither were friendly. I believe they were from the legal department (of the company I worked for? or somewhere else?). My mind was racing, trying to figure out what they were concerned about and what I might have done. All I could think of was that they were questioning the hours I worked, and that perhaps I had over-billed the client. Yet I was scrupulously honest and did not think I had done anything wrong. After all, I was working so many hours I often slept there.

After they left, I puttered about the office. The twin bed I had was being replaced with a queen bed. I contemplated putting a new queen mattress pad on the bed.

Then suddenly I was sitting outside on a sunny day, and I seemed to be in the countryside. A group of small boars came running up, small animals maybe 30 pounds each, light colored, with tusks. An enormous black dog was chasing or herding them, and as they approached, the dog herded them away from me. Then the dog came over. This dog was unlike any I've seen before, perhaps 130 pounds, with fur that was extremely thick and seemed wavy but on closer inspection the fur was in more of a crisscross pattern. The dog's face was a bit narrow and didn't seem to be in the correct proportion to his body.
A person appeared and said not to worry, the dog was friendly, then the dog ran off after the boar.

I got up and walked a bit, seemed to be in a very small town with cobblestone streets. I greeted another along the way and he/she asked how my day was going. I replied great although I felt like I was in another country. A man walked by and heard what I said and muttered "well no doubt, I've got to get the prison ready". I recoiled in shock, and had the understanding that I had been moved to another country that was being used to imprison Americans. Everyone at that location was American, both workers and prisoners. The entire area was a prison, although there were no prison walls or cells, as there was no way to escape. Perhaps it was an island, but I did not see an ocean; just seemed to be an isolated countryside. I did not see many people, it was as though I was one of the first to arrive.

Boar looked like this:
http://www.shauntmax30.com/group/wild-boar/


Dog: the size and the build of this breed, which I've never heard of before. However, the face was thin, and not covered in long fur. And the fur was in a crisscross pattern. Interesting to note that this breed of dog, black Russian terrier, was originally a Russian working dog used to protect military installations.
http://www.petful.com/breeds/breed-profi...n-terrier/

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/a...-move.html

06/19/2016 AM
No intent
Mood: sad

1) I am sitting at a table that has two baskets on it with a stack of blank three by five cards. It is dark all around me with just one small light directly over me. The baskets are labeled “believe” and “questions”.
I write my thought on the cards. First I fill the believe basket then I begin to fill the question basket. The question basket is getting so full. The believe basket holds just one card.

2) I tell Husband that we need to go somewhere, somewhere there are children. Not those smart-mouthed, hard edges kind, the kind that still find joy in simply being alive. The kinds of children that still have laughter, curiosity and still find simple things amazing, the ones that only have one question “Why”.

3) I am at an arcade type of place that is near our home. It has rides, games and food all geared to children and families. There are hundreds of children running around having fun. My husband and I sit and we watch. We can feel the joy of being alive.

4) A little girl of about four approaches she is smiling and reaching for me. I take her hand and she says “Why are you sitting here won’t your Mommy let you play?” I tell her that I am resting for a bit. She frowns for just a moment then returns to her wiggly giggly self with a huge smile and says “Then I will see you next time.” I try to smile but a tear begins to fall because I know that next time will never happen.
I wake up with tears running down my face.

Comments:
I think I know what this means, I am hopeful that I am wrong.
I have tears falling as I typed this.
I post this because the purpose of the dream site experiment is to discover if we have predictive dreams. If this is one, it is a “saddest” of a prediction.

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I am standing in front of him, my ex... I feel shorter then i used to. I'm 5'5 and i am looking up at him, he is 6'8, i keep thinking to myself... why does he seem taller.

I step back away from him, he moves his head from side to side... like a snake charmer and i am the snake being charmed, i feel him pulling on me from the inside out. I lean into him like a magnet attracted to another magnet, or like a moth to a flame.

I take a glance around, we are in an underground parking lot. I am taking back to the memory of when i took him to Disney land and as we walked through the parking structure i yelled out "Duck" and he ducked, then realized he was in no Danger as i was sitting on the parking lot ground laughing at him.

I try to snap myself out of this memory, "Let go of me" i say to him through gritted teeth. I am not yours any more, let me go. He tells me he is leaving, has to go to work. After he has left i know he is lying like he always did, he is luring me in with a lie, i feel like i have to chase him to find out the truth. I follow him up a ramp from the parking garage and then i have to hop a fence but i find him on the side of the country club tennis courts with a group of young girls in tennis skirts.

I confront him and ask him why he keeps peeking into my dreams, pushing me on my back in the middle of a wind walk to get my attention, when he was the one who left. "You moved to Louisiana and left me in California." I get a glimpse of my daughter in his thoughts. I tell him, "She is not your daughter, she is not your family, she doesn't even like you, you will not meet me on this plane any more, and you will not seek me out, stay out of my head, i am no longer yours... Oh yeah and STOP calling me on the phone!".

I turned to walk away and he grabs me by my arm and says... mon chéri, (My Darling) you will always be mine.

I woke up with his smell in my room, as if he had been here, his smell lingered on the pillows in the empty space next to me. I lay in my bed thinking, what kind of voodoo crap is this!

I just realized that next week is the 22nd anniversary of my dad's passing. He was a week short of his 62nd birthday. The last time we had spoken was Father's Day.

Lately I've been remembering his life, and of course for those of you who've been following this with me, he's been front and center this year with nudges and appearing in my dreams with messages of hope.

Today I was reminded of what happened to another family member not long after his death. My mom, my brother's family and myself were visiting her sister and brother-in-law on their farm. We had a nice visit and I remember my aunt and uncle standing out in the yard waving goodbye to us as we pulled away.

About a week later, my aunt and uncle were driving past the cemetery where my dad is buried. My uncle apparently got real ashen-faced, and quiet (neither of which is him). My aunt kept pressing him until he confessed.

The day we were leaving and packing up our cars, my uncle had been standing in the garage. He said he started down the drive, looked up, and saw my dad as plain as day standing by my mom's car. It was so real, so normal, that he didn't even think about it until the realization washed over him that my dad had passed. He said my dad raised a hand, and he was gone.

And to this day, he keeps watch over daddy's little girl. Love you Dad. Happy Father's Day.

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http://www.cnn.com/2016/06/17/us/40-year...index.html

FBI offers $50k to solve 40-year-old cold case

Four decades ago, on June 18, a man in a ski mask broke into a suburban Sacramento-area home and raped and robbed a young woman.
She was the first of 45 people thought to have been attacked by the man, known as the East Area Rapist.

Over the next 10 years, Sacramento and Orange County, California, continued to be rattled by his presence. During that time, the FBI believes he killed 12 people and robbed more than 120 homes.
The victims ranged in age from 13 to 41.
Depictions of the East Area Rapist, also known as the Original Night Stalker and the Golden State Killer.
Depictions of the East Area Rapist, also known as the Original Night Stalker and the Golden State Killer.
He seemed to go on hiatus in 1981 after a slaying in Irvine, California, but in 1986 he resurfaced and raped and killed a teenager. That was his last known attack.
The East Area Rapist, also known as the Original Night Stalker and the Golden State Killer, has not been caught. Forty years after his first attack, the FBI is offering a $50,000 reward for any information that could lead to his arrest and conviction.
"The sheriff's department never gave up on this investigation," said Detective Paul Belli of the Sacramento County Sheriff's Department. "This person ruined a great number of lives, and he should be held accountable."
If he is still alive, the FBI estimates the killer is between age 60 and 75.
They describe him as a white male, close to 6 feet tall, with blond or light brown hair.
Investigators have also matched his DNA, which they believe will help them link or eliminate suspects.
The renewed motivation to find the man gives his first victim some hope for retribution:
"I don't want him to be dead because I think that would be the easy way out for him," she said. "I'd rather him be tried and convicted and spend the rest of his life in prison."

I'm standing at the entrance to a county fair. There's lots of activity going on, and my dad is standing behind me giving me little pushes and telling me to go in. For some reason, I don't want to go in, but he tells me to not worry, everything will be ok, he knows this for a fact. I enter the fair.

I'm standing in a line at a bank counter with my BF. There is an older couple that run this bank, but there are also 2 young guys who are behind the counter "helping". I'm getting a real uneasy feeling from these two, and they look at me as if they know that I know. The one guys asks if he can refill the Coke I have in my hand, and I refuse and give him a very pointed look, like I know what you're up to buddy. We leave.

I'm sitting in a car, and now the BF has morphed into my ex. He has a fat envelope of cash in his hand, and his mom is sitting in the backseat. She's amazed at how much money is in the envelope. I realize that he's drawn out his life savings, and this will have to be guarded carefully.

I'm now walking down a city sidewalk, and one of my dogs is on a retractable lead. There are skyscrapers, and lots of people walking around. My BF is yelling at me to watch the dog, and I realize the lead is about 40 feet long, and the dog has entered the crosswalk. Even though the lead is weirdly long, I am mostly annoyed that I am being told what to do. The dog is fine. I turn and the building to my right has something weird going on with it. It's got like a haze around it, and it seems to be flickering in and out of view. No one seems to notice this but me.