I should talk about my adopted Dad here. What has happened to him is so far beyond the realm of normality it leaves us speechless. 16 years ago when my Dad was 59, he had a massive heart attack. His father before him died of the same thing at roughly the same age or younger, and was found dead in the family driveway after the fact. My dad on the other hand was "lucky" as my mom who was at the time by trade an occupational health nurse specialist, was with him and took him to the hospital which was not very far away. This is where things begin to diverge from normal, and they have never returned to normal since.

On arrival at the hospital, Dad was lucky to get an new cardiac intern that wouldn't give up. Normally after 3 shots of the defibrillator they pronounce a person dead. Dad had 5 shots to bring him back. They also froze him with some new temperature regulation procedure to try to buy them more time. By the time I got into the hospital and into ER, I walked right by my Dad and didn't even recognise him he looked so different - charred from the shocks, and blue from the freezing! He had been dead for awhile before they got his heart going again, which is why they froze him I would think. They gave him some cutting edge drugs which also helped save his life and mitigate some of the damage which had been very extensive. He was in the hospital for quite some time and they put him on the heart transplant list.

Then began the waiting for the word that there was a replacement heart. One never came, and the system was going to let him die waiting on that list. So we had to fight to get treatment because he didn't want to give up, he didn't feel it was his time. No doctor wanted to attempt the needed repair surgery because it was complicated and chances of survival not good. Finally a doctor was found who thought he could be successful, he came out of semi-retirement to do it and Dad had to fly across the country to get the surgery as no one in his home province would take the case. The surgery turned out to be a quadruple by-pass and a repair of an aneurysm the size of a fist on the backwall of his heart. He arrested and died on the table there several times during the surgery and shortly thereafter, but still they managed to get him back. His case wasn't behaving at all like other ones like his and the medical staff were beginning to learn alot from him. He managed to make it home after the surgery and began his convalescence. After the first initial heart attack, he wasn't quite the same person as we knew before, and each arrest experienced took it's cognitive toll on him being without oxygen for so long each time.

After being home for months, i'm not sure how many now, as they told us he only had about 6 months to live initially, there were more cardiac problems. Arrhythmias and tachycardia began to occur, and more heart attacks occurred landing us in emergency with him each time to bring him back. It was decided with his cardiologist that having a defibrillator/pacemaker unit installed would manage these episodes and reboot him automatically. So travel again for more surgery. Normally this type of surgery was only supposed to last maybe a couple hours, it dragged out to 6 hours and we knew things had gone wrong. There was a code blue called, and we waited, and waited. Eventually, someone came out and told us he was out of surgery, and sure enough he had arrested on them in the middle of it. We'd been told a 60% chance of survival so we were ready for whichever way it would go. We'd been on edge every day waiting for the next episode that would take him out for good. the surgery had actually been successful, though difficult because a 3 lead model of the device was required. By now his medical file must've been a couple feet thick worth of paper. He spent a good deal of time recovering from this surgery too, but was less the person we knew again. Though he was still not done by any means, he still wanted to be here. He improved his diet and was a regular in the congestive heart failure exercising group. People were stunned when they heard what he'd been through and that he was still around and able to walk with the group too. Most people in his situation were bed-ridden and didn't last long.

After more time passes recovering at home, he had a period where things seemed relatively stable, and regular readings were taken from his device. It was working and managing to zap his heart back into normal rhythms when needed. Usually it worked without anyone really noticing. But as time wore on the long downward curve of congestive heart failure was apparent. He began to have more episodes where the device had to shock him so hard it would take him to his knees, this resulted in ambulance trips to the hospital, and some high speed driving trips for my family to make it from 9 hours away to meet him in ER. To control these episodes, it was decided that a procedure called an ablation be done, which was to burn the electrical pathways that were firing off badly. so travelling for more surgery occurred.

I think it was this particular trip where they gave him a drug called Atavan which is a common thing in these scenarios, but he took a bad reaction to it. It was fortunate I got to the hospital when I did since he was up trying to find his shoes and clothes to go home and was hallucinating severely as well as looking for my mom who was still on the road travelling there. The surgery this time was becoming the typical thing with Dad, ie not normal at all. It turned out to be way more complicated and the mapping of the pathways was very difficult. Then another code blue and he died on the table, again! Then they brought him back. We thought holy crap, how much can a body take? At the time I think the total heart attack count was now about 11. He recovered from this surgery too and it seemed to stabilize things for awhile.

More convalescence at home happened, and then things began sliding more, both cognitively and cardiac-wise. He was now dealing about 9% blood flow through his heart compared to a healthy person, so he got tired fast and everything had a slow pace of life to it. We began to really see effects of dementia, induced by so many episodes without oxygen. The scariest was the wandering, especially just before his license and car keys were taken away. One day he had another episode, so bad that we got the call to come right away because he likely wouldn't make it out of ER, and he was asking that his defibrillator be turned off, because he didn't want the pain of it anymore. Since he had filled out an advance directive, we had to abide by that knowing that he wouldn't last long without it. the doctors thought he would die within minutes of it being turned off. So we turned it off. and he survived, but in terrible condition. A bed opened up in the local hospice so he was moved there. He was there 3 months! Then he wanted to walk around and he was eating better! So we wound up moving him to a long term care facility, because he wasn't dying "fast enough" to remain qualified to stay in hospice. He did wander out of the hospice and got himself locked out one day, no one expected that because hospice patients are not usually ambulatory!

The long term care facility wasn't all it was cracked up to be. the level of care was not good, and mom had to be there with him everyday to see he got what he needed, now she was losing sleep with commuting back and forth from home and doing the same level of care she was before the hospice! At this stage in the game we are up to 2015 and the frequency of cardiac episodes is now about 1-2 times per month, and he's down to about 6% blood flow. Then some more bad stuff happened at the long term care home and get assaulted (apparently twice) by another patient. this nearly killed him since it induced immediate cardiac episodes and alot of psychological and emotional stresses on him, making him no longer feeling safe around men at all. Needless to say we moved him to a new facility immediately on discovery of the incidents. The move and everything surrounding it saw his condition degrade further, and now his body doesn't recognise it's own signals for everyday things like 'I'm hungry/tired/thirsty/need to goto the bathroom" etc and he's lost the use of both of his hands and can no longer move around without a wheelchair.

Last month we were informed that his pacemaker battery is due to run out within 2-3 weeks and that he is not a surgical candidate anymore. that was a blow as it's expected he won't last long without the battery providing power. So they took him off his meds, and now we're a month after being told the battery would die. next week if he makes it that long, we find out if the pacemaker really is dead no since we're all like What? He's still here!? On his own, no meds or pacemaker? How does this work that he has survived all this for 16 years solid and is still here? the only thing I can think of is that he's either not decided he's done, or his purpose in life is to be teaching the many medical students he has been. Despite the huge amount of family stress it has been awaiting that bad call everyday saying he's gone, he's been teaching every medical person who he encounters a great deal about just how non-standard a case can be. Nothing has happened by the books and here he is just keeping on keeping on. they'll be using his medical history in the schools for years now teaching new people! A big thing learned from his case is that if the patient wants to keep going, it's worth fighting for, no matter the cost. If a skill or procedure can help, use it. the efforts and support also put in by family and friends can also make all the difference to improve quality and quantity of life.

I have a Tourmaline necklace I bought from Ebay and want to do an energy cleanse on it. It's made of tiny green, pink, blue and black tourmaline stones. I want to cleanse it to make sure it does not have the previous owners energy on it.

6th of September 2015

I dreamt that Dreams come true according to the moon cycles, but the people are not yet interested. I also did not check a dream i had. 

3 Calendarmonths later

On the 6th of december 2015 I am with my sister and i show her again that what we live through on this day is in connection with dreams and events i had several months and moon cycles before.

7th September 2015
There were like two families and i had to choose where i would live.

3 Calendarmonths Later

On the 7th of December 2015 i went to get papers at the court,  so i could apply for an appartment. 

The me and a man who carried something with straight arms and he said it is getting heavy for him. So i carried it for him and after going down some stairs i stored in the cellar.

Then Wally who wanted to make a Passport photo. It could also be a big one.

One calender Month or 30 Days later On the 7th October 2015 i sat i the Cafe Mitte i Basel and i took passport pictures to bring them to the C.G. Jung Institute where i have applied for a further education in analytical psycology. But the pictures were not so nice and black and white.
60 days after the 7th of September 2015 , On the 6th of November 2015, the first day i visited a seminar at the C.G. Jung Institue  i took passport pictures again, this time coloured ones.

And then my mother and i were sitting at a table. She said that christmas could be celebrated if I wanted to, but the family ...

On the 7 th of December 2015   me and my sister had dinner togetehr and she told me my mother was thinking to come to Switzerland early. She is on a journey in India. I thought maybe to celebrate christmas. I also got the Christmas Invitation from my grandmother she has given to my sister.

8th Of September 2015

There where fugitives,  food and a milk vessel where a theme.

at work we talked a lot about fugitives. and how they could be better integrated in europe. Also i was offered the pumpkin catalogue we worked on. I thought i could bring the catalogue to the farmer where i get my milk in a milk vessel. ( on the 8 th of septemebr i did not know i was going to live where i live today, i got this room on the 11th of november)

I was with my friend louis and could skype with susanne, a common friend. There where also surveillance cameras around the house, i thought how it could be, that it could be seen what i do inside and ouside the house.


I dreamt of the House where a woman i like lives. I have a bicycle helmet on then.
90 Days later on the 7th of December i got a new bicycle. 

And 3 Calendarmonths later on the

8th of December 2015

I was at a dinner with my friend Louis. And there was a discussion wheter apple was able to track iphones in airplanes. I said it should be possible to do so. As far as i rememeber they have admiited they track every Iphone.

9th September 2015

I dream that a house is beeing built and it is very fast booked out. The house remembered me of a house in lima ( Benavides/ los Pinos, Dreamhunter is in this building)  that looks like a cristal.

I sat with a woman of the massageschool in the house at the Mörsbergerstrasse in basel where i used to live. Brussels was a theme.

9th of December 2015

I ask my aunt if she wants to sleep sometiems in the appartment that i apply for. She says yes, she would also pay a part of the rent. ( this dream i had at her house in France)

I eat Brusseler salad in the working break.


Dreams have a message for the future

Trending: vaguely bond demanding principal cheating james losing escape clarity boss husband nurse cleansing dreamer classical rigid saint truck seeing cooking arrived metro thank cinema bathroom underneath colleague act unfamiliar god dumb beam sorry days visiting furniture leads december drove ajax
Waning: dog sky scene parts used garage number comments around sun noticed sign shower interest beach bus level facial enjoy glad hair advice sound visual keep experiment man terrorism plane up basic class view remove dream

<----- DISCUSSION ----->
Straight to the bond market we go, folks. Bond Demanding Principle Cheating is all about the junk bond market. I won’t mince words, as the following blog was written just 3 hours prior to the botrun:

“The extreme carnage that we are witnessing in the junk bond market right now is one of the clearest signals yet that a major U.S. stock market crash is imminent. For those that are not familiar with "junk bonds," please don't get put off by the name. They aren't really "junk." They simply have a higher risk and thus a higher return than other bonds of the same type.” http://seekingalpha.com/article/3743226-...think-2008

Please don't forget that we're still awaiting the Red Alert from 11/29/15: http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/T...nomic-Mess (Lingo: economic government tons mess needs among wars)

So the dreams are seeing the bond market for some reason, and they are also seeing an unfamiliar god. Look at Group 2: Unfamiliar God Dumb Beam Sorry Days Visiting. The curious thing about Group 2 is that the god is both dumb and unfamiliar. I’m thinking that UFO sighting goes majorly awry. They may even transmit a beam that accidentally creates havoc (since they are sorry afterwards).

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LATELY I HAVE HAD LOTS OF DREAMS AND SOME OF THEM LENGTHY AND VERY TIRING. HOWEVER, I HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO REMEMBER ANY OF THEM WITH ONE EXCEPTION. THE FOLLOWING IS ALL I COULD REMEMBER FROM ONE DREAM ABOUT FIVE DAYS AGO.
I WAS PACKING MY CLOTHES AND CONSTANTLY RUNNING AWAY AND HIDING FROM KING KONG. NO MATTER WHERE I WENT, I WAS FOUND BY HIM. AS IN MY OTHER DREAMS WHICH I DO NOT REMEMBER, I BECAME VERY TIRED.

THAT'S IT FOLKS. NO BIGGIE HERE.

MY ANALAGY: MY LIFE IS RUNNING PRETTY SMOOTHLY RIGHT NOW; I HAVE ONLY TWO OUT OF THE ORDINARY SITUATIONS
IN MY LIFE: MY MOTHER HAS ALTZHEIMERS AND I AM CARING FOR HER 24/7 AND GETTING HELP DEALING WITH THIS AND PROBLEMS WITH MY DAUGHTERS WHO ARE ASTRANGED. I HAVE TURNED THIS SITUATION OVER TO GOD AS IT IS OUT OF MY CONTROL AND FROM THIS ACTION I HAVE FOUND PEACE.

SINCE I HAVE NO DESIRE TO RUN AWAY FROM EITHER OF THE ABOVE, I DO NOT FEEL IT RELATES TO THEM. THIS IS THE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE AND I THANK GOD EVERYDAY FOR MY BLESSINGS.

I OFFER THIS INFORMATION AND REMARKS BECAUSE SOME OF YOU IN THE PAST HAVE TRIED TO HELP ME INTERPRET MY DREAMS. FEEL FREE OFFER ANY COMMENTS.

Trending: rigid classical mon cooking days escape matt epic beam cheating view peek visual space jeans magic who thank fruit facial plagued warning december music enjoy snakes father pick sen missing reaction interest objective marshall anonymous aunt jump cat really lock
Waning: finally sea since eating garden food changed experience starting lucidity giving action bright desk true support sword three need upset form ice false wild light far direct awesome monster keys sun sat fri crowded longest

<----- DISCUSSION ----->
I think Sherriann might actually have a point in yesterday’s analysis….the collective is clamoring to get away from this terrorist meme. In today’s run, Rigid Classical could be associated with DOGMA....as it basically says "this is the way we've always done it!" But then, “Days Escape” are included in the caution area, which is believe suggests that Sherriann is right.

However, below that, we’re looking at another epic sex scandal, I believe……. Cheating and Peek and Visual all clumped together for some reason.

Additional bonus for today is Group 1. Something food-related is about the change your experience! This should be interesting.


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First, a bit of background: I respond very well to anesthesia. In fact, I make a point of telling anesthesiologists that I go down fast, I go down hard, and I stay down. No kidding. I'll be out before they finish the IV push and usually the recovery room nurses have to work to get me to wake up again.

Okay, on to the rest of the story.

In 2009, I went in for a minor procedure. It was supposed to be conscious sedation but given my usual response to any sedation, conscious sedation=general anesthesia. In fact, I was completely under before they got me to the OR. The last thing I remember was telling the nurse anesthetist that I would see him on the flip side.

While out, it was like I was sitting in a pitch black space. I was aware I was in surgery but also aware that I was somewhere else, a place completely devoid of any light. I wasn't afraid, though. More curious.

Then a deep male voice said, "Are you ready to leave?" I didn't see the speaker and his voice seemed to come from everywhere in the dark.

I told the voice no, I had too much to do to leave.

"Too bad," he said. "It's time for you to go." I felt someone grab me by the wrist and begin pulling me along. I struggled to be free but I couldn't break the grip. I still wasn't frightened. If anything, I was pissed and let's just say I have a colorful vocabulary when the need arises. Nothing I said made any difference, though. I was being dragged through the blackness by whoever/whatever this was.

I yelled for help. Instantly, I was surrounded by Archangel Michael, my guardian angel, my team, a few ancestors, and, to my surprise, my two best friends. AA Michael hefted his sword-and boy, his sword made Conan the Barbarian's sword look like a toothpick-and told the whoever to let me go, that I had given my answer and it must abide by my answer. The pressure on my wrist vanished and I lost my balance. I toppled backwards and when that happened, I woke up in the OR.

All hell was breaking loose and the anesthetist was attempting to thread a nasogastric tube down my throat. I loathe NG tubes with a passion that defies description and even though I was still groggy, I very clearly told the anesthetist to get that *bad word* thing out of my nose NOW. He announced to the assembled medical personnel that I was back. The rest of the procedure was done with minimal anesthesia because the anesthetist was a tad twitchy at this point.

After I got home, my friends called and wanted to know what happened to me. They work in the same office building and were having lunch when they both got the vibe that I needed help right then. The immediately began praying for me, right there in their lunch room, until they felt that I was okay and whatever had happened was over. I told them what happened while I was under and how I saw them in that dark place.

Whoever/whatever had tried to take me meant business because it took several days for me to get back in my body. Until I made that reconnection with spirit and body, I was pretty darned loopy.

I have no idea who/what that energy may have been. I only knew I wasn't about to go with it, willingly or otherwise.

7th of December 2015:

I dreamt of two women speaking per phone. About 3 times. The woman left in the picture was more peaceful, and the woman right in the picture and with black hair was more loud. The black haired woman apologized. Her name was something like Sognio or Soggio (sogno means dream i italian). But the woman left in the picture said it is alright, but now something must happen.

6th of December 2014:

I dreamt of Socrates and a Man coming back of a Journey having a Boxfight, greek Boxing was the theme. It was at the Fullmoon bar in Basel.

Interpretation:

O the 2nd of January i go to Spain and i give many greek books to a greek woman, so she takes care of them until i come back.
I thought i will come back soon about in February. But i could not stay in switzerland in february, i travelled on to italy, switzerland, Brazil, Paraguay, Argentina, and came back to switzerland, then i travelled again several times between italy and switzerland. Now in november i finally got a job in switzerland, and i live in switzerland again. And to the day a year after the dream i go to pick up the books the greek woman has put in the Post Box before her house. as i stand infront of the house she comes out and i ask her what books she would like to keep. I give her some, also one about socrates. So i am a man who comes back and i get books of socrates. And some i leave with a greek woman. It was also a full moon as i put my swiss papers in order, just as on the day of the dream on the 6th of December. Dreams are beautiful.

6th of December 2015

I dreamt of my aunt Barbara driving a car in the night and offering a ride. She drove from left to right, i was more right in the picture.
The car seemed to be a mercedes.

Interpretation:

I wanted to meet my aunt barbara at the mercedes cafe on the 5th of November. She wanted to give me a horoscope. But she did not come.
On the 5th of December a Mercedes drove me home.
And on the 6th of december I dreamt of my aunt offering me a ride in a mercedes.