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I'm at my dad's house. He's got the biofeedback doctor at his house and the doc has a handheld contraption to zap at the person and gets the health reading in a digital readout. He zaps my dad's midsection....37 was the result. My dad says, "Well hotdog that is a terrible number."

I was listening from upstairs and I didn't think the number sounded all that bad. However, I found the case to the doc's machine and inside was a user's guide. There wasn't a scale but had two numbers:

105: Basically the lowest reading from healthy people
72: Basically death if the number is below this

I said, "Oh my gosh, my dad has terrible intestinal health." But also I thought that I wanted to check my own intestines to do 2 things: Confirm the machine is working and see how healthy my intestines were (sort of contradictory missions in hindsight).

I ran downstairs and Dr. Phil had packed everything up. He was older now, much older. He looked like my now deceased grandfather, and Dr. Phil was driving. He filled up his pickup truck with some lawnmower device. My dad was sitting in the back of the pickup and my uncle too. I hopped in and away we went. As the truck started to drive off, I thought, "Why did I get in here, I mean where are we even going?"

Then, my uncle and I looked at each other marveling at how Dr. Phil wasn't watching the road. He had a ball cap on and with one hand on the wheel, he was looking back at his contraption. After about 20 seconds, he finally turned his head and got a glimpse of the road. He made a small adjustment and turned to look backward again. A curve was coming, so was another car. I was thinking that there was no way we were going to get there safe. Dr. Phil turned again just before the turn and then slowed down to make the turn.

What a bizarre dream!

Used protocol before going to sleep. September 30 state of the world intention .
I am approaching a huge bridge, it seems to span across a huge valley, kind of reminds me of those in the Appalachians. The traffic is stopped and I slow to a stop too. It is sunny out and I think the trees were still kind of green as I look around. I am thinking to myself I wonder why the bridge is closed, did something happen ? I awaken at this point, Not frightened but concerned.

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“Haunt” exceeds the Red Alert threshold, but there really isn’t a whole lot of support in the run. Other than this, there are quite a few big words in run today, but to me they don’t mesh very well, nor are they congruent per se.

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Dreamt I was with my family, unsure of the location. Appeared to be a small/medium sized town. I was offered and took these 5 gallon containers of sanitary water, they were shaped like the rectangular 2 gallon waters jugs you buy at the grocery but they were large 5 gallon. There were supposed to be sanitary and also treated with vitamins and minerals for nutrition. I took around 5 home and told my husband. We have a large family, and he said if there was not yet a run on water to hurry and get more while we could and stay away from crowds. There did not appear to be a shortage on water only on clean water. I went back to the location they were handing out the clean water and people were taking it as fast as they could and running away. I could not get close enough to get more before it was all dispersed. I was standing patiently waiting for another shipment of clean treated water to come in, and a voice in my head told me to ask if there was any of the special treatment left for the water. My husband appeared and told me whoever was handing out the clean treated water was out of the treatment and that all water handed out might no longer be safe, but they would continue to pass out to try to avoid a panic. I went back to my family and told them all to save all water, including washing and cooking water as I knew how to sanitize it without outside help.

I must have been out doing mischief at night.  There is a whole bunch of goings on [dreaming] that I can't remember.  The upshot is that there are a lot of redneck neighbors that are not happy with me.  There are even threats of physical violence and possibly death.  We're in a small house/cabin - lots of wood.  There is wrestling, tussling, and some gun stuff.  My attitude is one of "no way, a..holes, leave me alone or else I will hurt you."

Working on designing and remodeling a space under a stairway at an old house [it is a bit like my cousin's house but much older and not so much a log house] to be the electronic equipment room.  The house has no foundation - there are logs laying on the dirt.  There is a challenge in getting the cables strung out of the way.  The whole job has come down to stringing cables.

A flash of a Hitler impersonator as if addressing an audience being presented as real.

This was what I remember from a longer dream today.
I was driving in a car with my parents ( who are still alive). We were driving through what I assume is the desert southwest, though not an actual area of which I am familiar. I believe this was a trip for pleasure and we had a goal of reaching "somewhere" though I don't remember where that was.
The landscape we were driving through reminded me of what is typically found in the desert southwest. Big red rock formations, red clay dirt, sparse green vegetation, some canyons and cliffs. It wasn't a lower desert as there there wasn't cactus or the lower desert look. It seemed like what you would find at Arches, Monument Valley, Sedona, near the Grand Canyon, Bryce Canyon...just not the pine trees.
As we were driving to ...wherever, we came upon a "point of interest" sign. I don't know what was said, but it was a a noted place of interest to stop and visit. We decided to pull over and follow the short road which led to a building. It was a modern building, like a visitor welcome center, similar to a new modern state or national park center, not an older one. In the lobby/entry, there were large windows to the outside, floor to ceiling almost. The visitor desk had 2 registers and information about the attraction. The cost was in the $20-$30 price range (day residue as last night I was looking at the admission price for the new elevator observation tour for One Tower at the World Trade Center, a link my mom gave me). Looking through the lobby windows you could see we were on top of a plateau. There were some large boulder rocks, red in color around the plateau. Sunken inside of this plateau of sorts, was a lake. I thought "why is this lake special?" and I heard the words "Salton Sea". I knew it wasn't THE Salton Sea, which is in California and looked nothing like the lake in front of me. My first thought was it must be a "salt" water lake, out here where there is no ocean. That would surly be a point of interest. We were buying tickets to explore the lake when I woke up.

SALTON SEA
http://saltonseamuseum.org/salton_sea_history.html

Note: I originally posted this in the Sept. dreams section but the intention didn't fit the parameters so I moved it here.

27Aug2015

Intention: There were two interrelated intentions: 1)What will be the event that precipitates whatever is going to happen in Sept., and; 2)What is the most important thing I/we need to know about what will happen in Sept.?

I didn't intend to have two intentions but when I was framing the request in my mind both popped up and both seemed equally important so I went with both. In response, I got two separate dreams, one a vignette and the other longer and more detailed. How either of them fit into the intention remains to be interpreted.

The short vignette of a dream: In a small town which is located near a river. Lots of trees, tree-lined streets. Feel of it is summertime in a more northern area of the US, in that the trees are fully leafed and everything is green and the temperature is warm but not hot(or damn hot, like here in TX ). As I watch a couple of buses(the old flat front buses) painted in what I call "barf-bucket green" pull up the road that runs near the river. The buses park alongside the road. Doors open and people spill out into the roadway. They're laughing and talking. They mill around as if waiting for something. Atmosphere is very party-like. I approach one group of people and ask what's happening. They tell me the game is about to start. What game? I ask. Hide and seek, they tell me, the adult version. I ask for clarification. They tell me that they watched kids playing the game and it looked like such fun that they decided to have their own hide and seek, with prizes and everything. So they created teams and some of the teams are the "hiders" and the others are the "seekers". The hiders have to elude the seekers and they have the whole town in which to hide. If the seekers find them, the hiders are rounded up and taken to a holding area until all the teams are found. Last team to be found gets to go free and wins the jackpot. The first seeker team to find a team of hiders also wins prizes. I see a small group of armed people wearing BDU's and carrying what look like weapons standing off to one side. Who are they? I ask. Oh, those are a team of seekers, I'm told. The hiders are given a two minute head start before the seekers begin seeking. A siren sounds. The group of people tell me that's the signal for the game to begin and they take off at a trot. Other groups head out as well. Soon the onely ones left are the "seekers" and me but they don't seem to see me. They're too busy checking their equipment.

Longer dream: There's a group of people sitting around outside, like in a park. I'm immediately drawn to a woman in her late 20's who is holding a small blonde haired boy on her lap. The woman is talking to him and he's pulled in on himself as if to protect himself. I approach her and ask what's wrong. She doesn't seem offended or upset by my intrusion and tells me her son won't talk to her, that he won't talk and he's old enough to talk. I ask if I might be able to talk to him. She shrugs and waves her hand as if saying "whatever". I squat down so I'm at eyelevel with the boy. Greet him and tell him my name. He looks at me. Really LOOKS at me and I know he's Seeing me. His eyes get big. I smile and tell him him he's safe with me, that he knows he can talk to me and I'll believe him. He nods. I ask him to tell me what's on his mind. He tells me he's learned how to fly. His mother starts to protest but I hold up my hand to gesture for her to let the boy talk. I ask how he learned to fly. He tells me an angel showed him how. I ask if he could show me how to fly, too. He eyes me and says grownups don't want to learn anything important. They don't believe they can fly. I tell him maybe so but I want to learn to fly and I believe he can teach me. He thinks about this for a couple of minutes, then nods. Okay, he says. You can learn because you listen. He tilts his head towards the woman. But not her. She doesn't listen.

Jump to an area near a cliff. The woman is protesting that she doesn't want the boy anywhere near the cliff. He's not listening to her and neither am I. The boy tells me I have to take off my clothes to fly but I can wear a special jumpsuit so I don't feel weird. Okay, I tell him. I start taking off my clothes right there. Suddenly, I'm not the only one shucking clothes. I see former Pres. George W. Bush there, stripping down. What are you doing here? I ask. Going to learn to fly, he says. I've always wanted to fly but never got the chance. Oh-kay, I say. I step into the jumpsuit and zip up the front; he does the same. We walk over to where the boy is standing. He eyes W and asks what W is doing there. Going to learn to fly, W tells him. The boy shrugs and turns to me. He explains that he'll start and then I just do what he's doing. He steps off the cliff and begins to fall. The woman shrieks. I ignore her and watch the boy. He falls for a second or so, then seems to catch an updraft, not unlike how the vultures do. He soars into the sky, his little arms extended like a sky diver's. He hovers for a bit then swoops back to the cliff. Now you! he calls to me. Part of me wants to go back, get my clothes, and go home. I ignore that part, take a deep breath, and trust that if this kid can fly then so can I. I close my eyes, step off the cliff and promptly plummet down. Then something inside me seems to shift, to click, and I know I've flown before, that I know how to fly I just needed to be reminded. I open my eyes and fly up to where the boy is hovering. He's grinning. I knew you could do it! he yells. Grinning at each other, we swoop and soar, feeling the air currents and eddies, the warmth of the sun, and just the pure joy of the freedom of the flight.

I fly back to where W is waiting and hover just off the edge of the cliff. C'mon, I say, holding out my hand. It's easy. And I'll hold on to you until you remember how. He takes my hand and steps off the cliff. I hear noise from the cliff and see a huge crowd of people. Cameras. Reporters. Satellite vans in the background. Looks like you attracted a crowd, I say. Yeah, he says. This will be all over the news tonight. Well then, I say, let's make it worth the time slot. Ready to fly solo? W looks at me and says, I've always done what my father wanted me to do and he never wanted me to fly at all. Why not? I ask. He said flying was foolish, says W, and that there were more important things to do than waste time gallivanting around the skies. They all said that. No one wanted to let me fly. They just wanted me to do things they wanted done. Like what? I ask. Now we're the only ones flying in the sky. I don't know where the boy went. W shakes his head and says, Everything. And I did it. And even though none of it was my idea, I'll be the one everyone blames because it happened on my watch. He looks at me and flashes a wry smile. Says, You can let go now. I know what I have to do. I let go and he immediately starts plummeting toward the ground. I hear screams and cries from the onlookers as I rocket after him, my hand extended. Take my hand, I plead. Take my hand. I won't let you fall. Please, take my hand! He shakes his head. Says, No. I don't want to do this any more. I don't want people pushing at me any more.

Scene jumps to a newspaper headline: FORMER PRES. DEAD FROM FALL

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At first, I though the headline meant W died in a fall. Then I realized no name was mentioned and it could mean any of the former presidents.

The hide and seek game is self-explanatory. The mind games humans play to make the unpalatable acceptable...

The learning to fly thing seemed to be part personal for me and part a response to the intention. That whatever is going to happen has been years in the making so even if it seems like it comes out of nowhere and happens all at once, the dominoes have been falling since the second Bush's presidency.