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Hey everyone! About 9-12 years ago I had a series of lucid precognitive dreams that all have come true, they were very accurate to the events that later happened to me in life. There is one dream that I had about 4 times, every time dreamed it  I had more control over it and therefore I envisioned some different parts of dream and some new parts based on some decisions I made.

The dream started every time on a hill in a forest or a cliff. I was then pulled into the air by some force and was falling about 20-40 meters for about 15 seconds. Then I would close my eyes and open them in a room strapped to a chair and some man (can't remember how he looked but resembled a butcher in black clothes) would cut, break or deform my whole forearms. I would have some dialog with the man and in the 2-4th dream escape half way through or at the start (I just knew where ever thing is and how I can defend myself). Then I would be put in a yellow Hummer car and travel with some special agents that were to protect me from that man. I would travel to locations that were exactly like the places I later visited (Prior to physically being at those places I never seen or knew about their existence). The places were like a stairway in a school in a different country and roads with shops. Basically places in a town in which I now live abroad.

Those places were so accurate in my dreams that I guided my parents around that town when I first visited it after realizing that I've seen it in my dreams. Every time that I escaped with less harm done by that man, the shorter the dream was. I don't know if that initial "sacrifice" had to be the cause of the precognitive dreams stopping or getting shorter. All the precognitive dreams I ever had required some "sacrifice" from me and if I didn't get hurt the dream would never occur again.  

I know this sounds weird but I looked for some answer for long time and if anyone would be able to explain the meaning of this or guide me to some articles or topics I would be very thankful!

Does anyone else experience sleep paralysis? Or have any experiences with "The Hag"?

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I have to travel to a conference and my mom is going to stay at my house and take care of the cats. I'm getting ready to leave and I realize I need a new outfit. I'll need to go shopping, but I only have fifty dollars. Or do I have a hundred. I'm confused about how much I can spend. I look at my earring rack to see what color of outfit I can match with. There are several, like twenty, pairs of earrings that are aqua-marine colored. All shapes and sizes, all the same color. I don't have anything in my closet that matches that color. Why do I have all of these earrings? Mom is admiring a pair. I tell her she can have them, for watching the cats. I don't wear posts anyway. I give her another pair similar but smaller. She puts them on, she suddenly has 3 or 4 piercings in her ear. They look lopsided. She is playing with all of my jewelry. She picks up a ring and says "can I have this too?" It's a turquoise ring, I tell her no, grandma gave that to me. (in waking life, this ring is lost. I haven't seen it or thought of it in years. And my grandpa actually gave it to me)

I need to go shopping. I find myself in a shop. There is like a gallery of people watching me try things on, approving and/or disapproving. I find a leather jacket that I love, but it's too big. I'm considering buying it anyway. But wait, didn't I just buy a leather jacket recently? I should have looked in my closet before I left the house. This shopping trip is fruitless. I need to go or I'll be late for the conference.

I'm pulling up to the conference in my car. There is a big lawn with some old barns on it. The people attending the conference are playing games on the lawn. There is an tall, lanky, administrator guy who approaches me with a clipboard. He takes my information. I owe him money but he says I don't have to give it to him yet. He also has a brown paper bag that he tells me to give to my dad. The bag is closed but there is a little clear plastic window that I can see through into the bag, it's full of marijuana. So conspicuous. I have a little brown box, I'll put it all in there. But the box is too small and there is a big brick of the weed that I try to shove into it but it won't fit. I carry the leftover in my hand.

I find my dad in the hotel room. He's got people in his room. It's on the bottom level of the building and it's really bright in there. I want to get rid of this weed but don't want to give it to dad in front of all of these people. I ask him to go outside with me. I give the box to him, and the bag, and try to hand him what is left in my hand. He says I can keep it. I don't have pockets. It's getting soggy in my hand, I'm sweating on it. I don't want it, but I don't know what to do with it so I continue to hold it. We go back in the room. The man with the clipboard brings the form over to me again. I see the line where it says how much I owe him. He asks for a federal ID. I don't have one. He looks to my dad, and dad nods. The man with the clipboard says I'm all set.

Then I had a weird sleep paralysis event. I'm aware of myself in the bed, I'm halfway asleep, and still dreaming but I'm slipping out of it because I hear someone in the kitchen. I'm home alone, my BF is traveling and isn't due home until tonight. But I can HEAR someone in the kitchen cooking. I hear the pots and pans clanking, and the click sound of the stove turning on, and the fridge opening and closing, and the water running. I struggled to open my eyes, and was barely able to, I see the light in the other room and can still hear someone in the kitchen. It suddenly dawns on my that it CAN'T be my BF and I start to panic. Someone is in the house that doesn't belong here. I tried desperately to wake up, to sit up, but I'm totally paralyzed. I can still see the light but the struggling to wake up fully isn't working and I finally drift back to sleep.

Now I'm dreaming again. I get out of the bed and walk to the kitchen. It's dark, the light I just saw is gone. My friend Jen is walking out of the kitchen. She ignores me like she can't see me. She is peeling a mango, and dropping the peelings on the floor. I pick them up and try to eat the fruit off the skin. I don't even like mango.

then I woke up.

Moved to a different house. Cleaning. Redecorating. Middle daughter is going to move into older daughter’s room. I take middle daughter shopping to find new bed linens. We go to a strip mall. We go into a shop on the second level. They have a comforter she likes. Its blue and green 12” x 12” squares. We buy it. Then we go looking at some other places. She decides she wants another one the same. I say lets go look in this store. We go in. they don’t have much selectionso I ask if they have anything that’s blue and green. She shows me one thing. Its not anything that would go with the other. So we go back to the first store and ask if its possible they have another. She says actually we just started making another. She takes us back to the little room where the display had been that we just bought. The woman and another woman are piecing this together right now.
We go to little hardware store to get some tools. Before I go in I stop on the outside of the store and nail up some ind of little plaque. It’s a brick wall and there are a lot of these little decorations that people have put on the wall. I chip the wall. When im done I step back and look. I think no bog deal, the one right next to it is chipped just like the one I put up. I go inside. The man at the register is grey haired and has a beard. I talk to him and leave.
Now I am back at the house. Back in the room that I am getting ready for middle daughter. The room has 2 levels. The lower level and a loft with a bath and closet. I go up the stairs and check it out, getting ideas about decorating, shelves, etc. I go back down the stairs. I begin making a twin size bed. I have a beautiful quilt that is purple and white. The walls are brick, painted white with a purple horizontal line that is located where a chair rail would be. I make the bed with the feet against the wall and the headboard facing out to the center of the room. The quilt seems to be a little big and keeps getting all crooked and I keep adjusting it. Finally I get it right. I go back upstairs. I have put some decorations on the bathroom counter that match the purple. I go back down and im carrying a large clear plastic shelf that had been on the wall downstairs previously, but apparently I had taken down at sometime and was going to use it up in the bathroom. I guess I changed my mind. Iget downstairs with it and im going to put it back where it had been. Now im looking at this wall where the shelf had been – it’s the wall of the stairs. I see the 5 holes in the wall where the shelf had been. I put the shelf down and pick up the screws and anchors that I had just left on the floor when I took it down. Now to my right, along this wall there is a built in bed. Im sitting on the floor and realize theres a ton of junk in this little crack between where the built in bed frame is and where it meets the carpet. I start cleaning this out. Its my older daughters stuff. Theres money, tons of change even a silver dollar – all my kids have one. There are bobby pins, hair bands and even a little black wallet. I clean all this junk out and I notice now that the carpet is coming up. I pull and edge and yep! Theres no tack strip. I pull it up a little more and realize the carpet pad is laying right on top of dirt. When I lift the carpet pad the dirt starts to raise up, like mole hills that seem to only have been held down by the weight of the carpet and pad. Now I start to move the built in bed frame wondering if the floor is the same there. I move the bedframe and discover a folded piece of paper attached underneath with black zip ties.
I remove the folded paper and it has a key attached to it. I open the paper and it’s papers about a car purchase. The writing is super tiny and im trying to read it. First I make out that it’s a purchase for a yellow mustang. I cant make out the writing of what year the mustang is. I read more and it looks like they traded in a vehicle. The trade was a “titan”. They traded a black titan in and bought a 2015 mustang. Im thinking this is weird, because these papers looked like they had been under here a long time. But now I have this key. It is not a car key. So I have to figure out what its for.
Now I am in a basement. The basement has dirt floor and cinderblock walls. Im looking at the walls here and theres some kind of filing system on the wall. Then I realize this is a key for a safe. And suddenly there is a safe built into the wall. It has a security system. I start to wonder if the security system is armed. Im looking around at the filing system for clues to the alarm. Maybe I can decode it.

Trending: bully nail treatment landscape intention run dutch view days definitely hospital relaxed had sat slow taylor sent fight amazing available believe stretched ripped request dreamt took lots different ties shaped sleeping option weekly etc add discovered tail wow streets allowed

Waning: played spirit yet color intense section bedroom lights shoes gun college fence presence yeah girlfriend reality crush stuck dreamer devil beautiful daughter enemy thief lucid evil basketball focus shared quality thanks dawn flight wed powerful

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There are some linguistics of interest today, but none that really stir up my fancy. DUTCH is back. In fact, there may be a medical issue in Holland. Also, TAYLOR is back. I connected Taylor to Grouping 1, as in Taylor University is the College where Gun makes a headline.

Devil has a Beautiful Daughter apparently, and we know that the Thief is the Enemy. Ultimately, I’m just not seeing a whole lot of headlines streaming out of this run. As always, I could be wrong.


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ARE WE ASCENDING OR APOCALYPSE NOW, THE REVEALING
15 Apr 2015 05:02
Written by Kerry Cassidy

"What we do know is there is EVIDENCE that at least some of us are aware of that thoughts for example are manifesting FASTER into material reality.. In other words you no sooner THINK IT then it MANIFESTS into this reality.. faster than ever before."


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I think this is all personal dreaming, but it's the first dream in weeks that I've really remembered.

I was living on a tour bus and there was a caravan of buses parked outside a stadium or mall. I was an undercover cop and I had 2 partners. One of them was Pig (a friend of mine who drives tour bus and is the sound engineer for Blake Shelton). I couldn't tell who the other one was, female. We were trying to find a man, but I was never clear why.

I was tasked to go into the building to investigate. There were 3 super girly, giggly teenage girls that somehow had information about this man. They were working at a shop in the building. I needed to befriend them to get the information. I was trying to relate to them the best I could. I complimented their clothes and touched their hair saying how beautiful they were. Somehow I was aware they had the information that I was looking for so I decided to bring them to the bus to persuade them. As we are walking to the bus, Pig and my other partner are sitting near it. I don't want the girls to know that they are with me, or that I know them at all. I try to warn Pig to stay quiet by shaking my head "no" slightly. He misunderstands and loudly says "well that's okay if you didn't get the info, we have a couple more leads." I look at him strangely and tell the girls to stay away from this crazy man.

In my bus, in the back I had a stack of stickers, a few different kinds and the girls were enamored by them. I was collecting them along my travels and I had duplicates of a bunch of them so I told them they could have them. I was trying to butter them up, I really didn't want to give them away. I left them alone to "play" and went to talk to my partners.

When I came back, they had plastered all of the stickers all over my bus. One of them was a picture of a girlfriend, and it was the only one I had. Now it's ruined. I was angry at them and said "you didn't have to use them ALL!!" Their faces were stricken and I felt terrible so I told them everything was okay, sorry I didn't mean to yell. One of the girls realizes that they shouldn't have done that and starts pulling the stickers off and trying to put them back on the paper they came off of. I think this is sweet. She tells me she wants to be a scientist. I tell her, you know that November is the best month to become a scientist or study science. That's where it all begins. She's eager to learn more.

The other girls run off, there is a dance party going on outside and they join it. Suddenly there are hundreds of kids and they are surrounding the bus, peeling stickers off the bumper. I realize the caravan of buses that has been parked by us is ready to leave. Suddenly my dad is on the bus with me. We need to go. Pig is driving and the bus pivots around from the parking spot, very unnatural, it's got some new technology that makes it smaller for a minute so it can do this maneuver. We are the first bus in the caravan, we're the leaders of this group. The girls are outside waving goodbye. I remind the one girl - "remember, November!" She smiles and looks sad that we are leaving.

Dad is excited about something. He's got these drawings on napkins of guitars, but they aren't really guitars, they are swirly masses. He says "you have to wait until I can figure out how to build this so you can hear it. It's the most amazing sound you've ever heard. Like nothing you are capable of hearing now." He reaches for a notebook and flips through it as he tells me that he's going to meet a man that can help him figure it out. He finds the page in the notebook he's looking for. Suddenly he looks crestfallen, he says "oh no, he can only meet me on September 1st. I can't be there I have to be in South Dakota". I tell him that I can go for him. He doesn't seem to think this idea will work but he considers it. I look at the guitar drawings in awe, they swirl on the napkin. I'm excited to hear this sound, I WANT to go instead of him. I feel a great sense of envy and I feel like I'll need to be really sneaky to make it happen. This is important and I want to be there to witness it.

I woke up feeling like I betrayed my dad.