There are groups on the internet that send care packages to deployed Military dogs. Does anyone know how I can find out which ones are legit organizations?

Found Mississippi John Hurt on Youtube just now. If you like old gospel this is good. My favorite so far is, "Where Shall I Be". https://youtu.be/dwEApeAshkI

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I see a man with his head lowered like he is looking at something on a table. He raises his head and says "I will rape the oilfields first".  He has black curly hair, light skin, not Caucasian, he is small to medium build and under 50 yoa. He is wearing black and silver eye glasses (see picture below). He is educated, confident and likable. He researches and thinks a great deal before he makes a decision.

Afterthoughts: He is a descendant of the people of Sodom.

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For 20+ years now when I would drive by street lights, they would turn off. I put out the lights once on a hwy billboard. It has happened too much to be co-incidence. When I lived in this one city, it happened so much I was afraid the city would find me and start billing me for light bulbs. Anyone else here have the same thing happen?

While I was having trouble sleeping I kept having a strange experience.
First I have to say we have a lot of machines in our house, machines that hum, buzz and various other noises.
We have central air, a ceiling fan and a oscillating fan in our bedroom. These things should make enough noise to drown out any outside noises and all other sounds from the other parts of the house.

This is the strange part: After I would get into bed, get all snuggled down, get comfy and close my eyes I would begin to hear music. Not like from a passing auto or the neighbors next door but like Gregorian Chant, only from far away. I could hear the music but not the words. This happened several nights when I was having trouble sleeping. I was not asleep when this happened.

I know some of you hear music while dreaming and meditating I was just wondering if any one has been hearing this chanting lately.
Am I hearing the angels?

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Waning: had taylor waiting shared hey trip there wall expressed back were interpretation brick already up excitement remove dreamer generic icon has thanks skating 2015 request wrapping dream added adventure welcome alt notified group november class

<----- DISCUSSION ----->
Well, let’s see. Although there’s a Peaceful Ending, we also have Drowning, Vividness, Breathing, Biting, and Shooting. Something is Cooking, folks. This run is rather negative as we head towards the circuit breaker event. The Dragon is Glad and Sunday is Magic.

Consider this paradox. Even though the end is peaceful, it's still the end. Everyone ready for the end?

That’s all I got. Going back to bed.


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6Nov15

No intention set, beyond just getting some good sleep.

On a mountain with other people. We're moving quickly and quietly through the trees and rocks. Some take up positions. I take position behind a rock. There's someone with me, a man I don't know. We're dressed in camo. He's in full battle rattle, I'm just in the basic CDU. He's armed, locked and loaded. I'm not carrying any weapons but somehow we both know I'm the weapon and he's there to protect me during the fighting. There's an enemy and a feel or sense of determination mixed with desperation. We've been fighting this enemy for a long time. They're like dragons but not dragons. They fly and are seemingly invulnerable. Very little affects them. I'm one of a handful of people who are capable of channeling energy into light that sears, which is the only thing that seems to kill them. I look over at my partner and ask if we're having fun yet. He gives me a terse smile, checks his weapon, tells me to strap my damned helmet on, how many times does he have to tell me that? I tell him he knows how much I hate wearing hats. He says it's not a hat, it's the thing that will keep my brain from being fried. I sigh and make an elaborate show of strapping my helmet beneath my chin. We hear a roar. Dirt, pebbles, and other debris begins to swirl around us. I peek around the edge of the rock. Incoming, I say. Time to do your thing, he says. Yay, me, I say.

Standing with a group of people, all kitted out in battle gear. We're chatting. A man walking along the dirt road behind us. He's blonde, wearing a blue dress shirt and khaki pants, which really catches my attention. I say something about fighting and protecting, loud enough for the man to hear. He doesn't stop walking but I hear him say that if I continue, he'll return. I jog in his direction. Catch up with him. Tell him if he does, I'll be waiting for him and does he really want to go through that again?. He stops. Looks at me for a bit. Doesn't speak. Starts walking again.

There's a break in the fighting. Some down time. I'm with a group who are listening to announcements. Standing next to me is a big guy with long blond hair. He reminds me of Clay Matthews of the GB Packers. I know he's having a hard time. PTSD big time but we can't risk losing any more fighters so he keeps fighting. Most people steer clear of him because he's so volatile and can get violent. Yet I'm not afraid of him. Ask him how he's doing. He says, I'm 40-40-40 and hanging in there. I respond with something, I don't remember, and wrap my arms around him in a big hug. He hugs me back, clinging to me. We don't really know each other but I know he's in a dark place, no matter what he says.


Over the past few years, I've had several dreams about a mountain. The mountain has always represented a portal of some sorts. I've watched it in those dreams, and in each dream I get a bit closer to the mountain. This was the first time I was on the mountain.

I don't know what the flying things were. Like I said, they were dragons but not dragons. They resembled dragons and they flew but the similarities ended there. Whatever they were, they were kicking our butts because no conventional weapon worked against them. I had a sense everything had been tried, even nuclear weapons. All that worked was whatever it was I and the others like me were able to do.

There was also a sense of years passing. The war had been going on a long time. Heavy losses. Yet somehow we kept going. Kept fighting. We would fight until there was no one left.

I have no idea what the 40-40-40 reference meant. I don't often get numbers in my dreams so when I do, I pay attention. I know it means something important but I have no clue what.

11/8/2015
No intent
Mood: worried


There is a very small space between truth and madness and someone is using that space as a storage area. Looking left and right I can see yellow 55 gallon drums stacked from the ground up as far as I can see. These are not all brand new drums, some are showing age, some are leaking and some are missing labels. I read a label; XYZ 157 printed in black on what once was white paper. The letters have liquid seepage of reddish and blue irradiant colors dripping around them almost like highlighters. There are no other labels or signs. I am thinking “I must remember these tags, this more than a gray area, this is madness!” “What does this mean?”
I was repeating XYZ 157 over and over hoping to remember it when I wake up.


Thoughts:
I have been having trouble sleeping, restlessness and headaches, this last week and now I just woke from a 12 hour sleep.
I had no idea of location other than a "knowing" of being in the gray area.
To me XYZ often means "The End".
I often wish was artistic so I could draw my thoughts.

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<----- DISCUSSION ----->
As described before, the bot weeds out administrative or coding type words by way of attrition. That is, the underlying code from each of the dreams databases shouldn’t change a whole lot from day to day and so the instances of “Membership”, "Registration", or “Email” should remain very consistent. When it does remain consistent, those words never show up on the bot runs. However, when underlying code is changed, then the bot sees those differences and reports them. One or more dream databases have apparently been changing their code recently, creating a mess in what I call “admin-type words.”

So the big question, that really started just within the past few weeks in earnest, is: Are we supposed to ignore the admin words or not? Certainly, there are a few words worthy of discussion in that top grouping that should not be ignored: Mining, Dragon, and Superman (Relieved). These three are huge archetypical symbols that I believe deserve our attention.

As for the rest of the run, it feels much like spaghetti to me….a conglomeration of meaningful words, but in useless patterns. That’s my take anyway.


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