I just remember a little bit of this dream, but it's almost more than I care to.

So in this dream, I was in a big city somewhere walking down a sidewalk sandwiched between tall buildings and a busy street.. Somewhere really crowded, and I was just SO uncomfortable... I was wondering WHY I felt so uncomfortable. I felt like I was out of place and didn't belong here. Also VERY creeped out. I thought that maybe it was because I prefer the quiet country living and don't like crowds, but that wasn't it exactly. I just had an overall weird feeling. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Anyway, the streets sort of cleared and I watched a line of fancy shiny, black cars drive up the street slowly, hogging the entire road by driving right in the center. This really annoyed me and I had half a mind to walk out into the street and tell the people driving what I thought about that... but before I could, there was a hot, bright flash of light... and for a second I couldn't see. My eyes kind of burned for a minute and I rubbed them, and after I rubbed them I sort of peeked out of one eye and saw this woman next to me scratch her arm... and her skin just sorta flaked off into a fine powder... and I held my breath because that was nasty and I did NOT want to breath in this woman's skin flakes. I noticed a couple of other people were scratching their arms too... and just felt sick... and I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my mouth and nose in the hopes to filter out the skin flakes I knew were just flying around in the air. I wondered if maybe that sun flash had caused their skin to get burned or something. I seemed fine, but then again, I was never really prone to getting sun burned.

After this sun flash, the cars driving had stopped and everyone was sorta just hanging out looking confused. It almost felt like time had stopped for a minute or something. More people were clawing at their skin now and there were a few others who looked REALLY uncomfortable, like they WANTED to scratch but they were trying to keep from it. I looked back at the first woman I saw scratching and her arm just looked sort of scaly. At first it just looked like when your hands get really dry and look a bit scaly, but then it began to look like she had very defined scales on her arm. Like a lizard. But her color was still a pale peachy pink human color. It had a very distinct pink flush to it, like a person who had been scratching their human skin would have... and this was just so weird-looking to me. I realized that this was happening to several other people too, so I scratched my arms just to be sure and I just had normal people skin. Thank God!

I could feel that woman watching me and when I looked at her she gave me a really funny look and her blue eyes flashes a sort of gold color at me for just a second and I felt like maybe she wasn't human. I sort of got the sense that she was growing angry with me. Angry that I had noticed her scales, maybe? I started to worry that these people might hurt me if my skin didn't start coming off too, so I just jokingly said.. "Heh, looks like this stuff (my skin) is stuck on here pretty good." And I scratched a bit and slowly tried to worm my way out of the crowd.

Just as I made it out of the crowd, I turned to look behind me at the cars that had stopped in the street. Several people were climbing out of the cars. One of which was Donald Trump who had the messed up skin and he climbed on top of the car he had been in and stretched out over the top. I thought to myself that he looked like an alligator out sunning. Maybe that's why he always looks so ridiculously tan.

I saw Barbara Bush sitting, dressed nicely in a waiting room. She was alone and to her right was a glass wall. On the other side of this glass were two of her sons, GW and not sure if the other was Jeb. They were dressed nicely and sitting together.

I awoke, curious as to why they were not all sitting together and wondering if they were waiting on Herbert Bush, in some hospital waiting room.

Dreamed this morning. No emotions but curiosity with this one.

I am sitting in a waiting room with pink walls, there are many windows on each side of the room. (I get the impression that this pink room is a womb, it feels like a safe place)

I am sitting in a chair, like a doctors office there are several pink chairs and a small table with magazines on it. I am waiting, yet i can see everything that is going on outside of the room because of the large windows, i can also hear everything going on outside.

I keep standing up to get a better look out of the windows. On one side there are riots, from another window i see natural disasters.

I instinctively know that this is not my body or soul. I am seeing through the eyes of another. I feel sadness and an anxious fear from this soul.

As I am waking up from the dream i hear elevator music... yeah a waiting room.

Start of Dream. I am sitting in a chair and someone is brushing my hair. Then it feels like they are putting a hat or something on my head. The person is a woman and she says ok, open your eyes now. I look in the mirror and see I look to be in my 80's. I am wearing a sun bonnet and can see a little bit of white hair under it. I smile and say, I look just like my grandmother when she wore sun bonnets. The woman smiled and said, these are so pretty I thought you would like one.  End of Dream.

Afterthoughts: I attached a picture of the type my Grandmother would wear when she was outside. She made them herself and had a few of them. I cannot imagine myself ever wanting to wear a bonnet. A straw hat for sure, but not a bonnet!

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I have been noticing my sense of smell in dreams is more intense, this morning i remember smelling mint tea leaves, freshly picked. upon waking no minty smell in the house.

The other day i smelled pine trees, yet when i awoke, no pine tree smell in the house.

This is getting a little unsettling and i am not looking forward to the day when i wake up and smell dog poop, especially since we don't own a dog.

I am in a normal dream, watching a road on TV when a special alert comes across the screen. 24 injured in wood geyser pier accident.

I see the following pictures in flashes.
I see a road melting, a pond boiling, a wood pier catching on fire from lava, the ground level changing.

I woke up hot and sweaty, my focus on 24... my mind kept telling me 42, No it was 24 not 42

This was a meditation vision from a few weeks ago. I don't remember the exact date.

My intention was to learn what I needed to know, what was important for me to know.


I'm standing at the beginning of a yellow brick pathway. Two of my teachers are with me, one on each side. I eye the brick path and say, Really? The Wizard of Oz? One of my teachers tells me that they use the symbols that are familiar to help impart the message given. Oh-kay. Guess we're off to see the wizard then. We start walking along the path. It's a nice day for a hike and we wend our way through meadows and lightly forested areas. I talk with my teachers and they chat back with me.

We reach a big field of red poppies. I look out over the field and ask if I need to be concerned about falling asleep because the poppy field in the movie put the characters to sleep. No, I'm told, I'm awake and will not fall asleep again. We enter the field. I realize there are people asleep all over the field. Before I can ask, one of my teachers explains these are the people who are still asleep and those who choose to remain asleep. Unfortunately, he adds, this includes those who have been called and do not desire to answer the call. Green pin people, I say, a reference to a map I saw in another vision. Yes, I'm told.

Then we're in the wizard's chamber. Much smoke and bellowing, but I'm not really paying attention. I tell my teachers that I'm already aware that the wizard is just for show, that the real wizard is behind the curtain. They lead me behind the curtain and there's a man operating a console, oblivious to our presence. The wizard, I say. Got it. No, my teachers tell me, I do not see the full story. They lead me behind a partition into a darkened area, where the only light is that which comes from the lights on a control board. There are shadowy people moving around, operating the control board, people I can't see clearly. My teachers tell me these are the true wizards, those who manipulate in the darkness and behind the scenes, that they control those whom we believe to be in charge. These wizards are the true powers.

We're back on the yellow brick path again, walking into a dark forest. In the distance I see a large mountain, dark and forbidding. I've seen this mountain in dreams and visions for several years but I still don't understand the significance so I ask about the mountain, if it's the home of the wicked witch of the east and what was next, the flying monkey? I'm told to look at the sky, so I do. I see creatures flying around and say seriously? My teachers don't reply and I get the vibe they're waiting for me to really LOOK at the flying creatures so I do. This time I see that what I thought were flying monkeys were really dragons. I ask if this means the dragons are the "bad guys." No, I'm told, not all the dragons, that I know that not all the dragons desire ill for humans. However, understand that there are those who have been taught to fear all dragons, no matter what and no matter why, so my task will be all the more difficult because I will need to stand against such thinking to stand for the dragons. Oh-kay. But what about the wicked witch? I wonder. My teachers chuckle and I'm told that the scenario is a metaphor, not a faithful rendering. IOW, just because they opted to use "The Wizard of Oz" to impart information didn't mean it would be an exact copy. However, I was told, there did not need to be a wicked witch, considering the true wizards would cause enough mischief as they worked to gain their goals, which was to control all humanity.


Notes:

This was the first time my teachers have pulled from something that's an entertainment venue to impart information. When I asked why they chose to do it that way, I was told it had to do with the difficulty I was having with my meditations. That was true. I had a spate where I couldn't get into a deep meditative state to save my life. I couldn't dream, either, because my sleep cycles were screwed up to hell and gone. But it was important I hear the message so they gave me something I could easily understand(I tried to get them to sing "We're off to see the wizard" with me as we walked but they sighed, rolled their eyes, and we continued on. ).

Lately, it seems that almost every night's dream becomes an 'end-time' narration, I have to say, last night was no different.

The night's dream, or I should say dreams, segued from a long, drawn-out sequence of nations represented as football teams with Russia playing a significant role in the overall team(s) structure.

Then, I clearly saw the following, as if I were there:

There was a slender, attractive (from what I could see) mid-30-ish woman in all black, which seemed to be looking down at me. The attire was very reminiscent of the dress and hat of Jackie Kennedy's attire in 1963. She wore a 'button' hat with a black net veil and a small clutch purse - also all black. A large tear streamed down her right cheek.  I then saw a young Harry Truman (President), maybe 25? Also all-in-black, with black tie and white shirt. He also looked bereft. I heard, 'so young compared to its peers', and then saw the U.S. flag. The moment I saw it, I heard the 1958 (original cut) of the song '16 Candles', and it was then that I saw the open grave. Taps began playing.

I would like to note, that this is the second dream in less than 2-weeks where the first week to 10-days of July of this year have been pointed out to me as 'the end of America'.

The last snippet of dream I saw was a calendar month-page for this May, but like someone 'snatched it' off a desk while I was looking at it, it was gone, and I could see it no more.  I have always felt that the collapse would take a few weeks to ramp up before occurring, but am not sure about this 'May' tie-in to the funeral narration I saw.

Sadly, I look at it as a really bad omen when I have 'consistent' and 'repetitive theme' dreams on a similar topic. They come true far too often.

I was visiting a close female friend, Karen, who worked in the city of Chicago, and she had another female friend with her who had brought along her unleashed golden retriever. We had planned to drive home from the city to the suburbs with this friend. Plans, however, changed and we now had to go to the commuter train station and buy train tickets to go home. I was worried that I did not have enough money for the ticket; although I had a $20 bill in my wallet I was very reluctant to use it. Karen and her friend quickly bought their tickets and I just stood there debating as to what to do. As so often happens in my dreams, I'm struggling to hold and balance everything in my arms: soft-sided brown leather briefcase, and stacks of papers (and oh that is so true in non-dream life!). I finally decide to buy the ticket but I'm having difficulty holding everything and pulling the money out of my wallet. A kind middle-aged man says he'll hold my briefcase for me, and I manage to slide the $20 into the machine and punch out the ticket. Then I'm alarmed to realize I bought a J ticket (bold red tickets with black lettering) for the wrong line home. I wanted to buy a single one way ticket and the machine instead used all my money and gave me several one way tickets. While I was doing this, Karen and her friend had proceeded onto the train, although the dog stayed by my side.

So now I was running to the train with the dog, and as I passed the kind man he gave me back my briefcase. I got onto the train and inside was more like a small village. Many ethnic groups were on board, and I was initially concerned I would not be welcome (as a white), but they were all gentle and welcoming. I proceed through the cars, which were not long and narrow with windows running along the sides, but more like a series of rooms with casual seating throughout. Eventually I got off the train on one of the stops, and did not recognize the area at all. It did not look and feel like a Chicago suburb. I appeared to be in a small town, but the buildings were a bit exotic looking. I felt very anxious, I did not know where I was or how to get home.