ON JULY 7TH, AT 4 A.M., I HAD A DREAM THAT TWO PICK-UPS TRUCKS WERE INVOLVED IN AN ACCIDENT.
THERE WAS NOTHING OUTSTANDING ABOUT THIS DREAM AND IT WAS NOT A MAJOR ACCIDENT. HOWEVER, ONE THING STUCK OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB. THE BUMPER OF THE 2ND TRUCK THAT RAN INTO THE FIRST WAS SHAPED LIKE A "V" WITH THE POINT PROTRUDING FROM THE FRONT OF THE TRUCK.

THIS BUMPER WAS EXTREMELY POLISHED SILVER AND VERY LARGE, BULKY AND REFLECTIVE. IT REMINDED ME OF SOME OF THE CARS FROM DAYS GONE BY, BUT THE BUMPER WAS EVEN MORE PROMINENT.

I was in a familiar upstairs bedroom, got up out of bed and came downstairs. There was so much noise and people in the house, I decided to go across town to my Mothers house to sleep. As I opened the front door, I stepped into the house on the other side of town. This startled me into waking up, because it felt like I was sleep walking.

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Ben is in our lineup for one reason: http://www.people.com/article/jennifer-g...side-split

My Group 1 is somewhat accurate. My plans tonight will change drastically because it will be below 70 degrees with thunderstorms. I just want to see some sun one of these days. Is that too much to ask?



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This dream/ prediction for Iris is astonishingly accurate.
http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/T...ts-to-Fall
While the crash isn't caused by the fire, they are both happening as we speak.
This is way incredible lady!

So, NDC, what happens next with the global economy? China is tanking and Europe decides Greece this week.

I woke up briefly early this morning and as I was falling back to sleep, in my mind I heard myself say:
"Buses, Palestine, they tried to defend themselves too."
I have not seen or read anything about Palestine lately nor any terrorist activity in Israel ( except for an ISIS rocket launch from Egypt into Israel),or a bombing of a bus in either place. I don't know who was trying to defend themselves.
I wonder how easy it would be for Isis to grab a foothold in Gaza?

Hazy recall but here goes: on a vacation with my much older sister and female cousin (note: I've never been on vacation with either before, so unusual), could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance, so I assume we were in France. We were walking along, and outside a restaurant, a woman at a table was offering free chocolate samples of different varieties, so of course we sampled and I started to turn away with white chocolate samles in hand. Then as my sister and cousin continued to look over the samples, I realized they were not in fact free, and I felt very guilty, and started to turn back to return or pay for what I'd taken.

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Alright. Here we go again….a definite Red Alert. The collective has been surging recently and today it all came together. The trigger word (nice pun, huh?) is LOADED. But our Red Alert is not limited to a gun, although Gun is in the lineup. The Red Alert is actually ASSASSIN, and the reason I came to this conclusion is multi-faceted:
1. The word Assassin is high on the list
2. There are no less than four activities that assassins might use: a) Loaded Gun, b) Stabbed Knife, c) Slit Throat, d) using Bats to Crack [skulls], etc.
3. Many assassins also need an accomplice, a MATE, which is also high on the list.

The whole run today is elevated, as can be seen by the unusually high surge scores. The collective awareness has been heightened, as if on high alert. There is a sense of urgency that becomes obvious just based on a comparing this run with any of the past 2 months of runs. I can’t imagine that a Hollywood show would make this impression on the dreamers, but I suppose all things are possible: http://variety.com/2015/film/news/michae...201534395/

Conclusion: Look for a big story on an Assassin (a real assassin). I can’t tell if he/she will be successful or not. I also can’t tell who the victim will be. Also, this possible assassination should have huge implications, possibly akin to the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand that precipitated WWI. You know that those who benefit from war are probably starving for some more action, right?


Additional: The groupings are very interesting also. Group 3 already has a recent hit: https://www.azpm.org/s/32080-increase-in...n-arizona/




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During the early hours of July 5th I dreamt that I was part of a small group of parachuters (4-5 ranger type soldiers) and found myself pummeling downward toward earth having just apparently jumped from an airplane in a full blow parachute but casually attached in a non-military fashioned harness colored blue. When my group landed on the ground it was soft and non descript almost floating and we found ourselves in a foreign suburban setting with suburban houses and scattered pieces of graveled parking lots devoid of cars, some overgrown with weeds but no people were present. Our goal was to find a secluded piece of ground to establish a base hidden from view and after walking around in and out of these lots of ground with gravel and then grassweed nothing beckoned our interest and I simply woke up. What I found unnerving about the dream was its emptiness of rhyme or reason for finding myself in such a sterile location and military setting.

5 July 2015-07-06

Intention: Show me what I need to know, what is important for me to know NOW


Part1: Nondescript terrain. Flat. Open. Everything is gray. The sky portion is a lighter gray, as if the sky is overcast. I look around and realize that I’m on one of the astral planes, one I’ve not been on before. There are other people around, but no one I recognize. No one is talking. They’re sort of milling around as if they don’t know why they’re in this place either.

I see a small black speck in the distance. It grows larger as it draws nearer. It’s a baby pram, one of those old fashioned black baby bed-type strollers. It rolls up towards me. No one is pushing the pram. It stops right before it bumps into me. I look down. There’s a baby in the pram, dressed in white. I’m not sure if it’s a boy or girl. It looks up at me, it’s eyes bright little black buttons. Really a cute little kid but the eyes are the eyes of something very, very old. Other people gather around and coo at the baby. It stares directly at me. Suddenly there’s a woman dressed as a nurse-old-fashioned white dress uniform, white stockings, white shoes, even a white cap-holding the pram’s handle. Excuse me, she says to me. You’re blocking the way. I look at her and give her my best “doofus on the loose” smile. Sorry, I say, was just admiring the baby’s cute little button eyes. I glance back at the baby. It looks up at me and speaks, in a high-pitched falsetto as if someone was attempting to sound like a small baby speaking. You think you can stop me, the baby says. No one can stop me now. Maybe not, I say, still grinning, But I sure as hell plan to give it a go. The baby waves its little fists in the air and says, Who ARE you who thinks to obstruct my desires? No one important, I say. Just the Paladin. The baby’s fists stop in mid-wave. The little button eyes begin to glow red. YOU are the Paladin? the baby asks. Yeah, I say. Go figure. The baby resumes waving its hands, pretending to be a real baby. No matter, it says. You are still nothing. You will be destroyed, as will the others.

Part 2: I’m standing outside a building. It looks like an old house that’s been converted to an office building. There are trees around the building. Grass. Flowers. Covered porch with old-fashioned rocking chairs. Very lovely and welcoming, complete with open front door. There are other people with me. A man moves to stand next to me. What do you think? he asks. I don’t know, I say, not taking my eyes off the building. But I think they’re trying to get us to enter. Agreed, says the guy. Question is, why? I shrug and say, All things considered, does it matter? No, I guess not, says the guy. What do you plan to do? Why ask me? I say. You’re the Paladin, he says, You’re in charge of this little band of whatever the hell we are. I look at him and say, I can barely handle being in charge of myself. Well, you must have drawn the short straw or something, because everyone here knows you’re in charge. Seriously? I ask, looking at the others. They all nod. There’s a murmur of agreement. They look skeptical. I don’t blame them. I’d be skeptical of me being in charge, too. So what’s the plan? the guy asks. I glance back at the open door, then grin. Someone wants us to enter, I say, So we’ll enter. But we’ll do it our way, not theirs. I open the door to a huge yellow station wagon land yacht, circa 1972-it was my parents’ car when I was a teen-ager-and climb behind the wheel. Hop in, I say, We’re going to enter in style. Someone says, You are not seriously thinking of ramming that place! I start and rev the engine. Nope, not going to ram it. Going to make it a drive-through. The guy laughs. Yells, Shotgun! Jogs around to the passenger side and climbs in. Others pile into the back seat and the bed. Several people shake their heads and walk away. I throw the car into drive, put pedal to the metal, and the big SW shoots forward. We plow through the outer wall. Careen through a living room and kitchen. Plow through another outer wall. End up in a grassy field on the other side of the house. I hit the brakes and we skid to a halt, kicking up sod. I put the car in park and get out to observe the damage done to the building. The others join me.

That, says someone, is an impressive hole. It was, indeed. It looked like a tank had plowed through the building, which it had, given the land yacht’s size and weight. We stood there, admiring the land yacht’s work, until we each felt something’s shock, then outrage, then burning anger. Uh-oh, someone says, we have pissed off someone. Now what? Now we haul ass, I say. We all pile back into the car. I shift to drive, pop the brake, tear up some more sod, and off we go. Guy in the passenger seat glances at me and says, They’ll be coming for you now. What are you going to do? What I always do, I say. Wing it. Apparently I do my best work when I have no idea what I’m going to do. He shakes his head and says, And I signed up for this. We all did, I say, we all did.


Notes: I think the baby in the pram bit was a bit of day residue because I read an article about Princess Charlotte’s christening and there was a photo of her mother pushing a black pram.

I have no idea why the land yacht showed up but it was an amazingly sturdy vehicle. I backed into someone while driving it and while the other vehicle had serious damage to the front fender area, the land yacht didn’t have a scratch.

Also no idea who those other people might be.

There might be more but right now I have an appointment. Will be back later.