About 6:02 am central time. I was dreaming fictional-like stories and it was literally split -- interupted for literally a second or two. Long enough to make it out, and then it was gone and back to the dream. The interuption was a vision of the night sky with a small cluster of stars, 3-4 maybe with two of them quite large. These were making it appear as one huge star with the naked eye, but closer inspection (what I saw) was 3-4 doing some sort of nova or collision. It was beautiful, but terrifying as it was somewhat close to our own solar system and I knew it would affect us.

I am a teenage girl. I live in a small town where there are two distinct groups of people - the wealthy and everyone else. I am the new girl and I am very independent. I don't care about anyone freaking class rules or their damn cliques. I just got to this town and not everyone knows about me yet. the richest boy is having a party. I AM GOING! my new friends at first try to tell me it is a really bad idea. but I talk them into it. I am changing the way these youth think. welcome to the twenty first century!
I get to the house with a few new friends. Inside all I remember is suddenly I am running. I have to find the way out. where is the door? the main living area is skirted by a red brick hallway. the hallway walls on my right are stucco white. I am running down the hallway. the central living area is open and has red brick pillars every eight feet or so. the whole floor of the main living area is the same red brick. I am going in circles. I cut through the living area. then I see the kid whose party this is. he is standing among musical nstruments. he is alone. he is wearing all black. holding a guitar standing in front of a drum kit.
he sees me. I see the big brown double doors that are the exit. he somehow calls for all the other people and they and he are now running after me. I get out the door. the outside is stucco white too. the pattern of the sidewalk is the same as the inside hallway with a garden area in the middle. I try to grab my phone while I am running. call the police! I dial 911. finally someone answers. I hear two men talking. they have answered the call and hear me yelling for help, but they are talking to themselves. "tell caller that we will respond when we are finished with the call we are currently on."
I accidently drop the phone. I pick it back up. still works, but cracked pretty good. the people are now outside running after me. there are several hundred cars here I think. across the street I see some parked in tall grass. I think "I can hide in that tall grass maybe get in one of those cars." as I am running through the yard a group of black -ish / blue -ish kittens run out of the bushes in front of me.
the mother of the kid somehow communicates to the others "she tried to kill my kittens!" I can hear the people in my head but I cant hear them with my ears. I make it to the tall grass. it is very dark out here. I dive down into the grass in front of these cars. the ground is marshy. YUK! finally the cops call back. they ask the address. I cant remember. the number on the house were weird. it was like the house had the numbers of the entire black. there were three vertical columns of numbers. how am I supposed to know which is the right set? I decide it must be the first column. wait! I took a picture! I look at my phone. I saw them so clearly in the dream, but now im not 100% positive - 3, 5, 8, 31.
then the cops are there. I get up when I see them coming. I start telling them what happened. its like im on trial or something. the rich people are standing around me in robes? some are above me, like theater style seating or something like a balcony that is about my head level. they are standing behind a rail. the cop is asking me questions. "I did not do that. I didn't do anything wrong." the mother tells the cop "she tried to run over my kittens." she said one other charge against me, I cant remember now.

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I am at some kind of convention or expo. there are many vendors here and I am a vendor also. there are investigators asking me questions. in my head I think "I am a murdered and a liar, but you will not catch me". the investigators, two women, continue to ask me questions and prowl through everything I have that is in public view. I pretend to ignore them but I am also picking up little pieces of paper. I think "I left no paper trail. no one can possibly know anything." I have two stalls; one has my wares and the other my POS (point of sale). the main investigator sees a file cabinet drawer that is slightly open and begins to try to pull it open a little more and see inside. I quickly stop her. she says "what are you hiding in there?" I say "nothing. but you do not have permission to dig through my things." she smiles and begins to walk off down the corridor to some place where I remember that I store things. I tell her again "you can not look through my things." she comes back to me. I think "there is NO evidence. relax. 'I am a murderer and a liar'." the investigator comes back to my stall. the two women now begin moving furniture in my POS stall. the main woman bends down and picks up some mini chocolate chips from the floor that were under the big file cabinet. she turns around to the other investigator and says "we got her. go get back up." she looks up and me with this most evil smile. I say "you have nothing." and I laugh. "you think you have caught me in something because of some chocolate chips on the floor? I didn't do anything and chocolate chips don't prove anything." she just smiles "you are coming in with me. I got you."

21 Dec 2015

Intention: Asked for more information on Still's dream http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/T...ds-lighter

I'm traveling. Observing. Not in cities, but out in towns and on back roads. Listening to people talk. Watching as groups of people are moved into shanties/shacks. Little rundown houses build atop cement blocks. Watch as men check beneath the shacks. I ask someone what they're doing and I'm told they're looking for bombs.

Driving along a country road. Two lanes. Lots of traffic that slows, then stops. I decide to go back to a little diner I passed a few miles back. Turn around and drive back on the grass shoulder. No one seems to notice.

The diner is packed but I'm able to find a seat at a table occupied by a variety of people. No one's talking, they're all watching the news on the TV on the wall. What's going on? I ask the waitress. She looks exhausted and bedraggled. Tells me people are leaving the cities, that the cities aren't safe any more, but there's nowhere to go. She tells me they're out of coffee and running low on soda. I ask if there's iced tea. She tells me yes, but no ice. I order unsweetened tea and a sandwich. Sorry, out of bread. Okay, I say, tell me what you do have. She says, Some eggs and vegetables. I tell her I'll have a veggie omelette. She heads off to take care of the order. I turn my attention back to the TV, which is showing footage of fighting in streets. Military present. Buildings on fire. Where is that? I ask. Chicago, someone says. Any city, someone else says. Pick a city and people are fighting back. What happened? I ask. An old guy looks at me and asks where I've been that I didn't know about the takeovers. I tell him I've been camping, and away from the news for a while. Then all the people at the table start talking, telling me about the country getting hit with multiple terrorist acts, people being rounded up and put in camps, no food or goods because transport is disrupted. Military in the cities. Gangs fighting the military.

Outside, a couple Humvees with red crosses painted on the sides roar by on the shoulders of the road. People tell me not to trust the Red Cross, that the RC was a front for the government and they'd shunt you to camps where you'd get chipped so you could be tracked. Someone says, This country is in trouble. We're going down. We need help. There's a bit of a squabble between those who want to be saved without getting involved or expending effort and those who say it's up to the people to take back the country. One guy, a younger man wearing a t-shirt with some sport logo on it, asks me what I think. I shake my head and say I don't have an opinion. You from the government? he asks. All eyes rivet on me and everything goes quiet. No, I say, not from the government. What do you do then, he asks. I'm a shamanic practitioner, I say, A healer. Oh, he says, one of those New Age airy-fairy types. I laugh and say, Not hardly. Prove it, he says. Everyone's watching me. I close my eyes and send up a prayer for assistance, for something to offer them to demonstrate I was no threat. An image appears in my head and I begin describing what I see, an event from T-shirt guy's past. After a minute, he cuts me off, saying I wasn't proving anything. He slaps some money down on the table and hustles out of the diner. Everyone else is staring at me. Well, says the old man, You sure poked a stick in his bee hive. They all laugh and go back to watching the TV.

Then I was somewhere with buildings that reminded me of and old military base. No people around. Everything's neat and tidy. I wander around until I come to a group of people working on quilts. They invite me to join them. I do, telling them I can't stay long, though. I sit on the grass. They're hand piecing quilt blocks. A woman sees me watching and says, The machines don't work now and there aren't enough of the old machines around any more. Not enough of anything, says another woman. She's shushed by the group. Do you want them to hear? she's asked. Them? I ask. The women look around uneasily. It's not a good idea to ask questions, says one woman. Asking questions attracts attention and that can get you disappeared. Like us, says another. More unease and much protesting that all is good, that they're treated well, and they have the freedome to get together and quilt. I hear sounds of people approaching. The women return to their work. The one one woman says, Honey, a quick word of advice: Don't believe anything you're told. It's all illusion. Now you better run before you're stuck here, like us.

Scene shifts and this time I see the place as it really is, teeming with people and guards everywhere. An elderly man in a dark suit is standing by my side and I know he's one of my teachers in human form. What happened? I ask. The cycle ends again, he says. I gesture towards the camp. And is this part of the cycle? I ask. Is it inevitable? He says, At this point in your linear time, yes. As it has been before, as it is now. So the Black Hats won again, I say. And that's that. Humans are predictable, he says, and they tend to follow the easier paths without realizing the easier paths always lead to enslavement. What is the easier path? I ask. Allowing others to think for you, he says, to guide you and tell you how and what to think. To think for oneself, to live according to one's own path, that requires effort. Humans are essentially lazy, child, and that makes them susceptible to the machinations and manipulations of those who are not and who are willing to expend the effort to get what they desire. They fall to the illusions presented because it is easier than to stand for themselves. Is this inevitable? I ask again. What must be done to change this? Fight, he says, but not with violence. Fight with love, for only in love is there strength to shatter the illusions of fear and separation. Words will change nothing. Only love can change the path and return the balance. You are a messenger. Go. Give this message to all who are prepared to walk the difficult path of love. Deliver this message while there is still time, before this inevitability becomes permanent.

I woke up.

Emotional state: Calm and curious. I knew I needed to pay attention to all that I was seeing.

It didn't feel like the dream events were happening soon. More like over a span of years.

I didn't expect such detail and information. I don't know if it tags into Still's dream. Perhaps a different angle/viewpoint?

As I was getting ready for bed tonight, I said the intention to dream about future events between now and Jan 1, 2016. After I turned out the light, suddenly it was too quiet in my bedroom. This made me go into hyper alert mode and I am fully awake. Then I got up to change my nightclothes because what I was wearing was too warm. I turned on the light, getting out of bed and as I walked, I saw the face of Obama and heard "someone will try to kill him".

I know this will be no surprise to anyone should this happen. I'm curious though, if the public would even hear about it if it did happen. After I finished typing this, I thought about the words again and for some reason the color red came up.

To all Elvis fans: if you ever get the chance to see a Ryan Pelton concert, don't miss it! I saw him this past weekend. Good show and he does sing a lot like Elvis. Sounds like him when he talks too. Will go again when he is back in this area.

https://www.facebook.com/events/485050151664759/

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Circus? Can’t think of a better word for much of what is going on in this world. On the headlines everywhere was the Miss Universe gaffe, and what is particularly important is that the DreamBot saw Steve Harvey’s important tweet within 24 hours of the event. Yes, the Miss Universe ceremony was a huge circus! In case you missed the “swinging tweet” lingo from yesterday, please see this link: http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/T...0#pid21080

Veterans of the NDC will raise their eyebrows at DOLPHIN in our run today. Chani warned us to watch the dolphins, which seems to resonate with today’s “Objective Dolphin.”

Also, Group 1 down lower on the list connects with the recent discussion about the status of the NDC in the long-term, aka “years following.” This lingo demonstrates the transformation that will take place in the NDC. Right now, it’s only a website forum. Soon, there will be a phone (an awesome phone apparently), and in the following years, people will be physically located together in a brick and mortar building. Hugging? Well, of course, the type of work we are doing (P3, dream therapy, nightmares, etc.) does lend itself to many hugs, I’d say!

By the way, Bunny could be my old professor. I bet she publishes another book here pretty soon.

For more details about these DreamBot runs, please see: http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/s...?tid=17460

   

12.21.15 AM

Start of Dream. I am sitting in front of a computer screen entering data. Someone walks by and tells me to make sure I save my data with 2 different names. I roll my eyes as they walk away. A person next to me who is also entering data says, Humm we have to save our data with 2 different names. I rolled my eyes again and said, how about this and I typed 122333. I said, I don't have time to be saving everything twice and having to make up a different name for each one. The person next to me said, what are you going to do when they see it. I am going to get something to eat, that's what I am going to do.

We both stood up and we talked a little more. She said, are you really hungry and I said, no I'm not. There was a bottle on my desk. I thought, I will just finish this and realized there was a lot left in the bottle. I thought I had drank most of this and that must be why I'm not hungry. I see it looks like I did not drink any of it. Strange how I am never hungry here. End of Dream

Afterthoughts: 1. I was in what looked like a mall/hospital. 2. I must get this posted before I get ready for work. 3. The bottle was tan and looked like an insulated shaker bottle like one uses to mix a power with water. The liquid inside was tan color and thick but not too thick to drink.

This is an old song, performed in a way that makes it new again. More visceral, IMO. First time I heard this version, it felt like it grabbed me by the throat.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Dg-g7t2l4