When I was waking up this morning I heard the words "crack in time" repeated 3 times within a 15 minute time frame. I don't remember any dreams.

I can't remember specifically what the entity looked like. For some reason the giant being felt like a mother entity or at least a female. Why was she trying to kill us? There was no reason. I was thrown into my basic instincts. I kept moving backward, trying to hide in small places that could shelter me from the stand off weapon she was wielding. After awhile, I realized that I may actually be in a sport-type video game, except that I was being hunted and it felt very real....so real that I had to honor it. The things I was hiding in were like cereal boxes and mounds of dirty clothes (this part is day residue...the dirty clothes).

It was almost like she was having a lot of fun. You could hear the sarcastic laughing, taunting us. Some people didn't make it out alive, but then again, what the heck were they doing? They apparently didn't know the key.....always stay at least two layers in hiding. One layer will not protect nor camouflage, but two will do both. 

You have to move when she is busy looking for others. Its a fast moving game. I'm looking ahead to see where my next layers are. Crap....there isn't much room left to find stuff. This is where I start to realize that I might be inside of a video game.

Note: this was the first fearful dream I've had in years!

Since this morning I’m having spiritual anxiety, like I’m in hyper alert mode. I just prayed about it and saw water & a fire breathing dragon. I feel like a major event is going to happen within the next 2 days or 2 weeks. I will continue to pray for People & Animals and all things living on this Earth and the Earth itself.

Seems as though events are happening every day around the planet. How will this event be any different? Only time knows.

19 Aug 2015
No intention set(beyond getting some sleep while sleeping on the floor. I really need to get a bed. )


Traveling through a desert area. Hot, dry, dusty. No other vehicles, no other people seen. A sense of passing through on my way to wherever I'm supposed to be.

Cleaning a house-this could be day residue because I am in the process of clearing, cleaning, and staging our house to sell.

Standing on a rocky bluff overlooking an ocean. A feel that I've seen this locale before but don't know where. The sky is blue, the water fairly calm. The rocks are black and Swiss cheese-like, like volcanic rocks I've seen before.

Driving along an ocean-side highway. Mine is the only vehicle on the road but I do see people on the beaches. There's no real development in the area except for a hotel resort. Another nice day with calm water. Perfect for playing in the surf. I pull into a parking area, turn off the engine, and sit in my car, watching the water. I'm waiting for something to happen with the water, something I knew was going to happen. I'm there to witness whatever happens. I'm in no danger, I'm parked far enough away to see clearly but not be part of whatever's about to occur.

Over head view of the same shoreline, as if I'm in a helicopter flying in from the water's direction. Rocky shore with rocks jutting out of the water. Beaches with people in the water and on the sand. A few boats in the water. The surf is gentle at first but suddenly big waves start rolling in, crashing into the rocks, spray blowing high into the air. People on the beaches start to run. Most of the boats in the water try to make a break for open water. Some are slammed into the rocks. Some do make it but somehow I know they're still not safe. Some people on the beach stop to watch the boats. Others push by them. I know there's yelling and panic but I hear nothing. I'm struck by how sunny and clear the day is while all heck breaks loose on the shore.

I'm in an unknown city, walking through a carnival with loud music and bright flashing lights. Even though it looks nothing like Las Vegas, I know that's where I am. On the surface, everything seems bright and fun. I feel an undercurrent of darkness here, though, calling to people's souls. A siren's song of the dark, so to speak. I can feel it but it doesn't affect me. I'm also aware that it knows I'm there and I'm in danger the longer I stay there. But I have something I'm supposed to do and can't leave, not yet.

Walking through a crowded corridor. Think a hotel corridor but packed with people. Most are just milling around but some, like me, are on the move. I push through the crowd, which seems oblivious to those who are moving along the corridor. I can feel people behind me, following me, trying to catch up to me. I'm still in Vegas, looking for someone, someone I'm supposed to meet here. Someone who wants to leave Vegas but needs help to do so.

Still in the corridor. I've met up with a couple people who are there for the same reason I am, to help someone leave Vegas. We're going to work together. We know we're being pursued and that the pursuers are almost on us. We find our guy, an older gentleman whom I somehow know is retired military. He was at least a full bird, possibly a general, when he was active duty. Now he's just our assignment. We have to get him out of Vegas and get him to safety. We find him waiting for us at the juncture of two corridors. He's frightened but determined. We circle him, one at each point of the compass. We each put up a protective grid around the group. That way if one falls, protection will hold. We start moving fast. The pursuers are right behind us now. They attack. One of the group stumbles, goes to his knees. I fall back to stand with him, tell the others to keep moving, that we'll buy them time to get away. The one on his knees asks if I think we can hold them off. I tell him we were about to find out. He pulls a drum from somewhere and begins drumming and singing. I've got my rattle and I'm rattling along. I see the sound waves filling the corridor. The milling people slow. It's like the air becomes thick. Quicksand-like. Movement is nearly impossible. I see the pursuers, struggling to reach us. My partner picks up the tempo of his drumming and singing. I match his rhythm with the rattle. One of the milling crowd sits down in the corridor, watching us drum and rattle. Others follow suit until there's a solid carpet of people blocking the way between us and the pursuers. I look at my partner. He nods. Time for us to go. He does a fast rhythm on the drum...and a cat meowed in my face, waking me.

The shorelines, even though the appeared to be the same, felt different. The first one felt like Hawaii. The second like somewhere on the Gulf Coast along LA. The last was central or northern CA.

I don't know if Las Vegas was a metaphor for darkness, but it wouldn't surprise me.

I didn't recognize the others and none of us knew each other. We just knew we were there to help someone escape the darkness.

The drummer may have been Native American or someone who knows about drumming. I didn't recognize the words of his song, they were in another language. But the drumming and his singing held power which was augmented by my rattling.

I woke up this morning tired and achy, as if I didn't get any good rest(which is entirely possible since I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor and had cats bothering me off and on all night).

Just an end to a dream.

I'm back in Chicago, visiting with my ex and his sister. Her ex and a friend of my ex are also there.

The sister is showing me a jewelry organizer, one of those that are shaped like a garment bag with pockets. It's filled with jewelry that I had been admiring. There are also other items under the organizer, clothes and things (that I had also expressed appreciation for).

I get the impression that they (my ex and his sister) are trying to bribe me to stay in Chicago, and I feel a bit embarrassed by the whole thing, like I could be bought by material goods.

Her ex leaves without speaking, and then the friend leaves too. I tell my ex to say hi to Larry next time he sees him, as I would've liked to chat a while.

There was more to this dream than I remember but I will give you what I can recall.
There was an an outline of a land mass shown to me like a digital projection. The screen background was white and the the land mass a single outline color of perhaps a blue. I did not recognize the land but it was similar to a large circular/oval island. 2 flashing lights on opposite sides of the land mass started blinking. Like warning lights. One east coast and one west cost, similar latitudes. A message was said which I can't remember. Then an image of a faucet spigot was shown projected over the land mass with water running out of the spigot full blast.
Then the following words... "Like Korea".

I jolted awake with the "like Korea" message. I did not think the land mass was Korea. It did not look Korea. It did not feel anything like Korea. Korea could be about emphasizing the number 2, as in North Korea and South Korea are 2 Koreas. I think I jolted awake because the Korena reference came out of nowhere. No context.
When I saw the land mass I thought to myself, "is this supposed to be Australia? The U.S.? It was more round than Australia but I was feeling perhaps Australia. The width was similar. There was no noticeable connecting land like Mexico or Canada. I don't believe this was supposed to be an accurate map however but the flashing lights were emphasizing east and west and were the same latitude. It is possible there were 2 water events happening at the same time or a water event happening at the same time a different event was happening. They were both major issues.

Something happened that caused a societal collapse. My dogs and I watched above from a distance as soldiers piled loaves of bread and bottled water onto a road. It was to feed the populace. No way were we going down there. There was something wrong with the road. The road itself wanted us. I know I had friends in a secure camp, but they weren't with me. There was a feeling of sorrow and desperation.
I know there was more, but that's what I remember. It was a dream that left me uneasy.

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Intention- Project September Sept 30th.
8/19/15

Two (2) came back in symbols.
Two administrative meetings taking place each on opposite coasts.
I saw two red sweaters with crosses. Many nurses and doctors, the doctors were busy; the supervising nurses were all in meetings trying to determine how to teach housekeeping staff the most efficient way to clean out debris (glass shards) and dust from under all the beds. Curious why cleaning under beds was an issue instead of helping people.
I saw people sleeping in dumpsters. The admin nursing people were offered to help the people in the dumpsters but recoiled at this and asked for cookies instead (to go with their coffee). It reminded me of Maire Antoinette.

I saw blown glass. Beautiful artful works all in pieces just after they were blown.

My sense was the red cross was in three triangulated areas. NYC, New Mexico, Tacoma/Seattle.

The glass could be actual blown glass art or glass blown apart. Metaphors abound here especially with the red sweaters/crosses and the two's. cleaning something up under covers or beds.

No emotions, just familiar observation.
Could be residue as I worked in hospitals in all three areas.

There is a very large joint military base near Tacoma
There is Los Alamos and Sandia Labs, White Sands range and military bases in New Mexico
NYC is the financial hub of Wall St. and the UN.

It all felt 'tied in' and amorphous like it was happening all at once in all three places.

I am observing myself sitting behind a man in a canoe on a calm lake when something like a licence plate appears in the air behind us with the date August 26, 2014. Yes, 2014. ‘14’ was written in red. The appearance of the man reminded me of Indiana Jones, dressed in brown with the hat. He is paddling; I’m not. We are about to enter a shower of the words ‘Aug 26’; no year.