Happy Mother's Day to all the Mothers out there~

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There is only one scene I can remember from my dreams last night. I see a plane in the sky and there is a very bright aqua blue light shinning inside the plane. The light was visible through every window in the plane, even the pilot windows. I could not see any of the people inside because the light was so bright.

Afterthoughts: This is not day residue.

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I really wish I could remember more of this dream because it was kinda intense. In the beginning of this dream the Dream Center was having some kind of conference. The members were sitting all around while we listened to a few people give some lectures. Then the guy in charge of running the Dream Center got up and gave a speech of his own saying that according to the collective dreams, we were about to experience some kind of catastrophic event similar to that of the twin towers being attacked. When he said that he held up a poster. The poster was sorta artsy with a pop culture feel. In fact, it reminded me of Obama's hope and change posters. Anyway, THIS poster just had a bluish black silhouette of a tall building on it. Partially hidden behind the tower was a sorta filled in orange 9/3 or 10/3 star polygon shape. I felt like this was to represent an explosion. The background was flooded yellow. There were slight red highlights here and there. This poster made me feel a bit uneasy... because it seemed like such a weird way to present the possibility of such an awful attack. BUT, maybe that was the point... because I was sure I wouldn't forget that poster and its bright colors.

Anyway, after this conference, some of the dreamers were sent out to search for information regarding the poster. I was sent to follow a group of soldiers. My brother actually happened to be one of the soldiers. Now, in real life, my brother and I do NOT get along and he has never been a soldier. He has kind of a crappy attitude which carried over into the dream, so I was very unhappy following him around but I felt like I had to take one for the team. Anyway, at some point in the dream, we came across the ruins of a city and there was this huge important building that had been destroyed. I immediately thought of the poster. I stood on a sort of tall hill looking off into the destroyed city at the building and thought to myself, "Just what happened?! What is that building?" And for some reason I thought it HAD to be a world trade center. But that seemed weird. Surely not. I thought I needed to report this to the Dream Center ASAP. After a moment of silence looking off into the city, the soldiers decided that there was no way there were any survivors and we should turn back because it was dangerous to hang around there. I followed them to some sort of restaurant/pub where they sat and talked and joked as if nothing had happened. Just HOW were they not angry? Shouldn't they be wanting to kick someones butt? How could they not care. As I sat there fuming, a pretty, tall, thin, tan woman came by to serve the men liqueur. They were insanely rude and just mean to her... treating her like an object... and then I realized that this woman was a slave. Her name was "Caramello" (Karamello?)... I glared at the men being so mean to this woman and thought I would come back later to destroy them and free her... but for now I had to get home. I needed to make sure my children were ok and put in what I found out at the Dream Center.

When I got home, I was greeted by a new neighbor who lived several houses down from me. She was a plump middle eastern woman who wore just really bright clothes and lots of makeup. I thought this was odd. She gave me a sort of chill, so I was happy when she turned to leave. I had a long day and wanted to relax. She was making it difficult. As she was walking away, she said something that just made me so mad. I can't remember what it was, but it really set me off, and that's not an easy task. I'm usually VERY laid back and easy going when it comes to dealing with other people. But, man, did she manage to set me off. I ran up the stairs of my house where my youngest son was watching her and her two boys walk away... she was making just the meanest, rudest snide comments about my family as she walked off... so I tapped on the glass of the window, and amazingly enough, she turned around. I put on a big fake smile and gave her the bird and sorta waved it at her as if I were just politely waving goodbye. She put her hands behind her back and secretly gave me the bird as she walked away... then I heard her telling her kids about how evil MY kids were and how they were stinky. How she bet they were the stinky kids in class... and then a wave of "Oh HELL NAW" came over me and I marched downstairs and outside to give her a piece of my mind. As politely as I could, because we were both surrounded by kids, I told her what I thought of her as a person AND a parent. And she did the same. I'm telling you, it took EVERY ounce of self control I had not to want to flat out kill this woman. Anyway, at the end of our little "discussion" I told her she needed to stay as far away from my kids as possible, and smiled the biggest, fakest smile I could as I pushed my kids behind me. As I did this, one of her boys, the youngest, walked up to one of mine and sniffed him. I turned all of my kids around and told them to go home, and as they walked away, I turned around to cut this woman the stink eye before I followed them home. As we parted ways, I could hear her smallest boy say that he smelt one of my sons and they didn't stink at all, and the woman just said to him "That's because you aren't old enough to know the smell of a devil. They are all white devils."

I know my posts are far more 'apocalyptic' than most - but then again, I often withhold 'softer' or 'more-personal' dreams from posting when I see them as such. A post today by TB9 prompted me to post a personal dream I had last night that was not only heart-touching to me, but I can only wish such a thing would actually happen.

In my dream, I see a familiar building in my town - an old, abandoned Antique Shop. It still has much of the wares it had in it 30+ years ago, when it was still operating. I hear a firm, but kind voice saying, 'do you like this?' and to that, I reply, 'it is fine, and I like the location - I can fix it up'.

I then see it, as if through a shutter-flick of an old camera, and it is clean and empty. The sidewalk still in rough shape, but the old store is now vacant and 'worthwhile' to be used again. Another flick, and I am behind an old wooden counter - but now, the interior of the store has been cleaned, spackled, painted and well-lit - albeit with a lot of natural light coming in from the street windows which span the whole front face.  It is a small computer store. I feel that I own it, or at least operate it. The floors are wooden, but in decent shape. The walls have modern flat-screen monitors on them, and a couple have a looping video of what various products can do - to 'ask the salesperson' if they would like more information.  There is an over-stuffed large 'dog bed' in the corner on the main-floor, and a red-ticked coon dog is laying there, content, half-asleep.  I see a few patrons of the store, mostly women and children who do this, walk over, ask if he is friendly, and when I say 'he would only harm a biscuit', they reach down and pet him (he loves it). Not a guard dog, more a 'store mascot'.

I next see an old love of mine from when I was young, she appears to not only run the shop with me, but is my wife. She usually 'runs the place', and I do most of the 'engineering, programming and tech-work' on the systems. We are young, love the shop, and work with the citizens in the community to provide affordable 'rebuilt computers' to them, local schools, and others. We hold classes to help people use them, and the systems that run on them. It is truly a mix of 'a time past', and present technology. We weren't wealthy, but were well thought of in the community for helping others.

I awoke to hearing a simple sentence, 'you will be there in a few weeks'. Whether or not these 'vocal overtones' are correct or not, it was almost heart-breaking, like a story of 'what should have been'.

I don't really look for any sort of message in it, beyond the image that it was.

The Old West in Victorian Baltimore

I remember two layers of my dream, one much more so than the other.
In the first dream, I was walking around the streets somewhere back on the east coast. It was not clear initially where I was located but it appeared I was on vacation and possibly combining the trip with a small work assignment as well. I was there for a few weeks. I spend a good deal of time getting the lay of the land. There were some dark wood buildings, which formed a sort of an indoor small mall filled with small cafes and shops, catering to both tourists and locals. There was one particular cafe I liked going to for coffee/tea drinks and lunch. It was busy but offered a respite from the busy streets and traffic. I realized I was in Baltimore when someone mentioned the “aquarium” which was an attraction.
The second layer of the dream found me in the same city. I was working at a 3-4-story Victorian Mansion, owned by my mother. I chose not to tell others that my mother was the owner to have a more authentic interaction with those who worked in the mansion. I was preparing to leave and go back home. I needed to pack and finish my duties. I was traveling by car and checked the best route back to the desert southwest with different maps. I was going to miss one particular friend I had made who seemed to be a butler of some sort. My mom asked me to come look at the view out the back balcony, it was nearing sunset. I was a bit annoyed as I knew how the ground s in the front of the mansion looked and I was very behind in packing and preparing for my departure. I went with her to the back of the home and she flung open the doors to the back yard balcony, the mansion was adjacent to other multistory Victorian homes on a Victorian street. Although this was the backside of the home, it fronted a main = street and looked more like a front of a house. Across the street from the mansion, was the unexpected. It looked like Moab, Utah. There was a red/pink canyon with what reminded me of the Colorado River which flows into Moab. Basically, the “desert southwest” was across the street from Victorian, Baltimore. After gazing at the view for a few minutes thinking, “that is odd, but beautiful”, I walked back to the mansion and sat down in front of was looked like backstage theater make-up mirrors with the light bulbs on the sides of the mirrors. It seemed perfectly natural to be speaking to my mom while getting ready to say goodbye. Suddenly, my chair started moving along with a cart to the side of me. They were being remote controlled by the butler friend. I think he may have been a tad upset realizing whom my mother was and was attempting to tell me it was time to “go”. The chair kept going down the hall to the and made it’s way to the bottom of the house somehow and out the doors at which point I realized I could not leave yet because I had not finished packing so I jumped off and rolled behind a bush next to some grass and rocks. When I was about to get up, I looked up to where the Moab canyon view was (no neighborhood homes in site now, just canyon and river) and was surprised when 10 – 15 horses came riding from west to east, across the now dusty road with Native American Indians mounted upon their each of the horses backs in full Native American clothes including one in a white head dress. Their pace was fast as they were on some sort of mission. I hid, not wanting to be seen, thinking that something odd was happening. I knew I needed to find my way back into the house without being seen by either the Victorian Workers or the Native American Indians. I then woke up.

Thoughts. The first dream seemed to take place in modern times, the next in a cross of Modern, Victorian and Old West. It was interesting that I was trying to get to the Desert Southwest, my home, but it seemed to come to me instead, yet from a different century. I was reminded a bit of some towns in Arizona, which have a Victorian era feel to them due to when they were established, yet are in the state of Arizona. This might include Bisbee or Jerome. Moab does not have a Victorian feel to it.

Tomorrow is gigantic in North Korea. Whatever the heck this dictatorship calls a "Congress" is happening tomorrow for the first time in almost forty years! Never has dictating taken-on more control, apparently, than in preparation for this, suspending weddings and much more.

Their munchkin, infantile leader of four years, the one that loves "basketball," which has been in many runs lately is being heralded in what their MSM is calling a sacred event, as "the sun." Yeah, this little twerp is being almost worshipped by TPTB as the "sun" which has been in a ton of runs. Hunch is that of course a lot of runs have the sun being the capable villain in a coming, killer solar flare but also pointing to North Korea's leader. (Word is that he's in danger of losing his power so not surprising that they're having this "congress" at this time, IMO.

So, wanting to post this to maybe hear from some of the other intuitives, etc. here about this huge N.K. news.

https://www.yahoo.com/news/north-korea-a...04109.html

I accidentally hit the off button on my computer, which has a rather large screen. I begin to panic as the computer starts to make groaning/grinding sounds and white lines and colours flash across the screen before it goes black. It's like it came alive before it died. I then quickly hit the button to restart it and it 'begins' to restart in a way that seems to be normal although I woke up before anything appeared on the screen.

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