In the dream, I am walking up a fight of stairs in a house.  I m very cautious walking up in a Kung-Fu type of stance, prepared to be attacked from multiple directions at once.  I have one of my arms (defensively) to my front or to-the-right and the other arm defensively to the (rear) or left.  I slowly advance, down a hallway of half open doors, fully expecting to be attacked from unseen assailants.  As I advance, my legs and lower torso turn into a spinning top, mechanical in function, which allows my upper torso (body) to operate like a gyroscope. I can twist and turn my upper body with lightening speed, to face my assailants no matter from which direction they may come.  My hands also go to and from, bare fist to holding guns.  

Next scene, I  made my way down stairs, making my through the living room and dining room into the kitchen.  Scattered on the floor were many repair parts, both mechanical and electronic. I then realized that I actually their to repair things!  As I made my way into he kitchen I'm greeted by a motherly figure, who informed me that the authorities are interested in speaking with me. I had no intention of speaking with them!  I quickly turned to make my way through the maze of parts in the dining room and living room. The scale of size changed, the rooms became 1000x larger and the parts became 10x larger. The parts become not only parts but landmines.  I raced past the them with unmatched precision and accuracy, and thought to myself the authorities could never catch-up to me.  And that was my thought, as I articulated past the parts/mines with great speed....

I made my way to the stairs again, and again my lower body turned into a top/gyroscope.  I again cautiously headed down the hallway anticipating being attacked.  I headed to the end of the hallway and entered the last room and found only a narrow room with a bed.  I got onto the bed and into the corner of the room, thinking on one could get behind me.  I knew I had picked strategically sound position.  My lower body was spinning intensely, about as fast as a gyroscope could spin.  I stood waiting for awhile, then realize that no one was coming to attack me.  I move slowly from the corner of the room, but my lower torso was still spinning violently.  As I came to fully comprehension that I was not under attack, I made a conscious effort to stop my lower half from rotating, which it did.   The moment my body instantly stopped rotating, at the exact same moment the room (world) around me instantly started to rotated around me.  The world spun with the same velocity; the same exact intensity of my lower torso.  As I started to become disoriented the dream ended.

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Waning: voice village okay lion elevator fire milk stupid attempt mom grass practice dog writing normal moon ice rushing morning recall teach thanks sweet shared calling nights closet sticky fri sheep


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05 April 2016

No intention set


The setting is what appears to be a HS gymnasium, but there are "luxury" boxes around the periphery. I'm sitting in one of the boxes with a group of women I don't know and a slew of little kids who are running around like crazy. Technically I shouldn't be there because I didn't get a special ticket but somehow I was allowed in and now I'm pretending like I belong there. I look out the windows down to the floor of the gym and see that it's a football field. Two teams are playing on the field. I recognize one team's uniforms as the Seattle Seahawks. I don't recognize the other team's uniforms, which are sparkly gold with deep blue accents. The women are all talking and no one seems to be paying attention to the kids, who are tearing up the place. I listen to the women talk while keeping one eye on the game and another on the wild kids. The women are talking about how they don't care about football, even if it is the Super Bowl, but the tickets were free so here they are. I'm kind of confused. The Super Bowl was in Feb, not April. What was going on here?

About that time, the players on the field leave the field. Must be halftime, I think. The team I don't recognize comes up the bleachers and enters the box. The fronts of their uniforms all have blue lettering identifying them as "Air Force." I had no idea that the AF had a pro football team. They're not big guys, really, they're kind of scrawny. The Seahawks will wipe up the field with them. They file through the box and exit through another door without saying a word.

Something happens to one of the kids and he starts screaming. I wait to see if any of the women respond but no, they don't. I hustle over to the kid, who is lying on the floor, screaming. He's about 6 or 7, naked, and covered with blood. Other kids are standing around, looking at him but not saying anything. I kneel down next to the kid. I don't see where he's bleeding from and what the heck happened to his clothes? I ask the other kids what happened but no one answers me. I ask what happened to the kid's clothes and one boy tells me he-the screaming kid-took them off. I scoop up the screaming kid and carry him to the women. Whose kid is this? I ask loudly to be heard over their incessant chatter. They all stop talking and look at me. One woman vaults to her feet and says, That's my son! She takes him from me and announces she's going to take the kid to the ER. She tells me to watch her other son. Wait. What? I say. I'm not a babysitter and I don't even know which kid is yours! But she ignores me and heads out the door, followed by the other women. I'm left in a room with a bunch of kids I don't know. They eye me, then explode into motion. Some of them manage to get out of the room and I tear off after them. I catch up to one kid and grab him by the arm. He looks at me, his expression all smug, and tells me he doesn't have to do what I say and that if I don't let him go I'll get in big trouble because he'll call 911 and report me for abusing him. I get down on one knee, look him in the eye, and tell him to go ahead, call 911 because I'd be more than happy to turn him over to the cops because his mother abandoned him. A bunch of the kids come up and circle us. They're completely silent, and I realize they're sizing me up for something. I glance around, then turn my attention back to the kid. Careful, I tell him, my tone serious. I'm not like your mothers and I will defend myself if you lot try anything. Is that understood? He looks at me, cocks his head, and gives me a little smile, saying, there's more of us than there is of you. I don't smile back and just say, Try it, you little shit, and see what happens.

Almost forgot: A friend of mine, a practicing medium, walked through the box as I knelt over the bleeding kid. She stopped long enough to say, Are we having fun yet? Then she continued on her way out of the box.



While this wasn't an intentional P1 dream, it seemed to have overlaps with other intended dreams.

I was at a large new gym. Lots of grey color tones, mostly glass, stone, concrete and metal decor.  I am getting a tour both on the main level and of the basement.   The person trying to sell me a membership tells me about their excellent child care program and that it is free.  I think that would be a nice perk if I needed it, which I don’t.  I wander a bit on my own in the basement, looking  for something.  Where is the person “really” in charge.  Are they hiding?  Watching me? I look at the locker rooms, no warmth.  Sleek, grey and high end. I walk down the hall. The lady in charge makes an appearance.  She silently wonders about me, what do I really want?  We have a brief discussion,  How much more to her is there than meets the eye. She tells me a bit more about the gym. Wants to know more about what my desires are for a gym.  I don’t want to tell her too much information.  I am vague.  We part ways.

I want to view the grounds out  back and find myself making my way outside.  As I step outside I am amazed.  It is stunningly beautiful and unexpected. I am surrounded by mountains with light snowcaps, green trees and bushes,  It is an overcast day, grey.  There is a slight chill in the air.  In front of me, a 100 meters from the gym back door is  what appears to be  a fresh water lake.  It forms a horseshoe  shape in the base of the surrounding mountains.  There is a walking area to the right, a stone and wood pathway and a dark grey wooden floating pier in the center of the water, a simple  floating pier without any rails,  wide enough for 2 people to walk side by side.  I walk toward the tiny pier and turn back to glance at the gym.  The Gym looks more like a lodge or resort.  There are big glass windows that view the majestic scenery.  How did I miss this before  when I  was inside?  Oh yea, I came up and out through the basement,  It is stunning here!  Simply stunning!  I glance back to the water and wish it was warmer so I could swim.  I then notice 2 people swimming off in the distance.  If they are swimming perhaps it isn’t as cold as it looks.  I walk down to the end of the floating pier and realize the swimmers are actually orcas and this is an ocean bay.  It reminds me of Glacier Bay, but more private.  I must be in Alaska.  I am then remote viewing myself diving into the water and swimming towards the orcas.  As I swim to them I sense there is more… They wait for me and communicate with each other. I also communicate with them in their orca language of clicks and calls, though it is different.  The lead Orca is shocked at what he hears and begins to cry in excitement.  I am singing/speaking a dialect of orca he hasn’t heard for years.  It is from the "south" and he rejoices.  I am not sure how, but I feel I might be turning into a mermaid, a mermaid who is not colorful, but more like a cross of a Beluga whale or dolphin  and  “energy”.

Thoughts.
I am aware that gym has been in recent dreams.  A few days ago I read about Sea World changing the way it will handle their Orcas.  While this may be day residue, I believe there was more to it that just residue.  An interesting overlap of sorts to what others are dreaming?  Maybe.  I am not sure about the strong grey theme but the it was prominent throughout the dream. This is the first dream I have truly remembered for quite some time.  I loved the end and felt it to be a powerful message.

I don't know if this story satisfies any bot run lingo but the potential fallout could be huge.

http://www.vox.com/2016/4/3/11356326/panama-papers

https://panamapapers.icij.org


It seems this story affects quite a few countries because I've seen stories from Iceland, the UK, Russia, China, and India so far.


https://www.yahoo.com/news/big-china-pre...48101.html

http://www.theguardian.com/news/series/panama-papers

http://thehackernews.com/2016/04/panama-...ption.html

Lots of denials going on, lots of calls for investigations. Remains to be seen what actions will be taken. Suspect this is but the tip of the iceberg.

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Waning: other information baby catch moon random dancing ask mirror kiss meet incredible period hey kill dress recognize call aliens neck wed forget phone saving wow elevator log march stories assorted

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04/04/2016 AM
No intent
Mood: calm and relaxed

I am sitting at an outdoor café enjoying the sunshine.

I overhear someone talking and they are saying “You really can buy “ANY THING” you want from K-street and Wall Street. They have more available than was ever found at Alice’s restaurant. Life and death doesn’t matter.”

https://youtu.be/zPx2t7xoF1k


I know it is about the Vietnam war but, think politics as being played out now.

This is the second time I've had this same dream, same scene, in a week.

I am standing looking out across a landscape of pure white snow, mounds of cold snow. In the middle of the scene is a piece of gym equipment.

Trending: assorted stories incredible log call phone soul called normal disappeared owl kid aliens cheating fill states sun sky clear other know inside leaves sure plate faint meant friend saving very pleasant covering dollar full forget wings super mind occurred van
Waning: lake must experience thank book nose wave twelve mirror crazy band party basketball snake lots river march bus odyssey class spring female hundred showing wed rocket request demons terrifying funny

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P1 assignment to incubate for the botrun of 4/2/16.

I only got snippets that I remember.
I am taking my grandchildren to an amusement park. It felt like Disneyworld but
I've never been there so cannot confirm if it was there or Disneyland in California where I live now or another one overseas. It was hard to tell (are they all alike?). I saw castle's and turrets (towers?), halls of mirrors, flying things remote controlled among the rides.
I heard so many children laughing with joy.
Everything went black.
Next thing I remember is lines of children needing help, protection, guidance.

When I woke up I felt an 'urgency' as though it was imminent and critical.
Also the innocence of the children were violated.

Metaphor alert- everything went black might be parts I cannot recall of the dream. or
going into a void layer of the dream, or actual blackout. It's fuzzy so will incubate further
for more details.