As I'm waking up, a voice out of nowhere says, "All those people returning home are missing a vital nutrient." It was presented as if it was an introductory statement to a news brief. But then I woke up.

I confirmed that there was absolutely no explainable physical source for this message. No TV, no radio, no noise of any kind in the house.

My intention: Tonight I will have dreams that will show me what my "earthquake" feeling will result in.

My memory of this dream is a bit fuzzy. In the dream, I am having it explained to me that travellers from the future bringing ideas to the past are causing problems in the future. Because of the problems, this results in more travellers to the past giving more ideas to try and prevent the problems. The ideas are not fully thought out; the more the ideas are brought to the past, the more problems it causes. I had a sense that there were opposing sides as well; one side wants one thing, another side wants another thing. As one side gets more of their ideas into the past, it forces the other side to react. The escalation becomes more and more destructive, until eventually I'm told it destroys everything. One of the last things told to me was "you are responsible".

It looks like we have another meme that has been brewing for the past few weeks. LEO, craft, etc.

Here's what I have so far, and I wish I had more time. Please provide links of dreams and/or lingo that might go with this one.

(quoted from my original post at http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/s...17#pid6717 )

Yoda brought us LEO (low earth orbit) and now Twice brought us Amazon's newest suborbital craft. I've still got meetings left tonight, but I'm thinking we've got a new meme that has been threaded persistently in our recent runs. I think we may need to decide on LEO on whether or not that word represents a timeframe or a space position. Yes, of course, dreams can easily indicate multiple views simultaneously, but this one seems rather important.


Links of interest:

Amazon's suborbital craft: http://www.reuters.com/article/2015/04/0...UK20150407

Yoda's identification of LEO: http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/s...09#pid6709

Description of LEO: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Low_Earth_orbit

This caught my eye: http://news.yahoo.com/us-aerospace-comma...20113.html

This also caught my eye: http://finance.yahoo.com/news/10-billion...00779.html

They sorta-kinda go together, IMO.

I'm with a group of people that was rounded up; I don't recognize or know any of them. We're in a building that resembles an elementary school, rooms like classrooms, some big open areas where we eat and sleep. We're prisoners in this place. We don't see our keepers, the only contact we have with them is voices coming at us over the PA system. We're not allowed to speak to one another except brief exchanges having to do with our assigned tasks. There are cameras everywhere and if someone breaks a rule-and there are a lot of rules-they're taken away for "training" by a unit of black-uniformed beings. The beings are fairly short, squat, and have leathery skin with a greenish-brown tinge. They wear helmets so we don't see their features.

I'm tasked with making Christmas/greeting cards, along with a large group of prisoners. Even though it seems like a stupid thing to do, I don't say anything and set about doing the task. There are human "masters" circulating about the room, ensuring we don't speak and that we follow the rules. I don't have much respect for these humans because I feel like they're collaborators who sold the rest of their people out for their own safety. Yet I keep my head down and my mouth shut. It's imperative that I don't attract attention to myself so I'm a good little drone, doing what I'm told to do and cowering just like the others.

Somehow, though, I screw up the cards. I don't color them exactly how the "masters" think I should. I try to correct the mistake but the "master" still isn't pleased. She signals for me to be taken for training on the proper way to do the cards. No. Training is out of the question. It might reveal the truth and I can't risk that. Even if I end up dead, I can't let them take me for training. I leap to my feet, push the "master" so hard she falls down, and bolt from the room. Behind me I hear the sounds of scuffling and cheering.

I skid around a corner and almost run smack into the Warden, who is on its way to the workroom. This being is wearing a black uniform but no helmet so I can see its face. Sort of squashed features with a thatch of greenish-brown hair atop its head. It doesn't seem surprised to see me. Says, Of all of them, I suspected you the most. You tried to hard too fit in but I knew it wouldn't last. I don't reply. I'm too busy thinking of an escape route. The Warden signals his escort to capture me. Oh, hell no. Not going to happen. I pull energy from the Mother and down from Source, gold and silver energy, and fling the energy at the Warden and his escort. They fly backwards from the force of impact, hit the floor, and lie there, unmoving. I'm on the move before I can find out if they're dead or merely stunned. Either way, I'm dead if they capture me. Got to keep moving, got to buy myself some time.

Jump to I'm in a basement or sub-basement. Gloomy and with shadows everywhere. I'm silently moving from shadow to shadow. Listening for other movement. Watching for any unnatural lights. I'm looking for a particular place. I know it's down here, I just have to find it.

I hear noise off in the distance. Running out of time. I have got to find the place I seek before I'm captured or it's game over for me. I slip behind some machinery, slide between more machinery, and melt into a corridor that's completely dark. I use my tracking sense to keep from plowing into a wall or making unnecessary noise. Follow the corridor some ways until I come to a doorway. The door is missing but there are wooden planks across the doorway that prevent me from entering. I can see someone sleeping in a hammock inside the room. He's familiar to me. We've worked together a long time. I mentally "nudge" the sleeper. He doesn't rouse. I "nudge" a bit harder: C'mon, dude, wake the hell up!

He suddenly sits up in the hammock. Looks directly at the doorway. I feel his pleasure at seeing me. He starts to speak. I put my finger to my lips and motion for him to shush. In the distance, I can hear the pursuit coming closer to the corridor entrance. He throws his head back and roars, a deep bass sound that I feel in my very soul. The roar rolls down the corridor and into the pursuers. There's a pause in their pursuit. They understand what that roar represents. I sigh and shake my head. Then he shifts to his true form, that of a large black dragon. He plows through the doorway and part of the wall as if it didn't exist. I move to stand by his side. It's showtime, I say.


There was no intention for this dream.

Despite the setting and situation, my feeling was one of determination. I was there for a reason and was prepared to fight if necessary.

For the past few years, the black dragon has shown up in my dreams, usually when I find myself in a bad situation. He's handy to have around, believe me.

Another unprecedented run. This could be considered an all time record for a lull, meaning that there’s just a few words today with positive scores. I double checked the bot settings and re-ran it again closely checking everything…..nothing was out of the ordinary. It just means that the collective for whatever reason isn’t dreaming or perhaps isn’t recording their dreams.  Coincidentally, we actually have a word that exceeds the 100-point threshold for a red alert. The word is POOL, but there’s not much in the way of support underneath it.


LEO is still here, only by way of elimination with a terrible surge score of only 2.4. Meaning that the only reason it is here is because nothing rose up to replace it.  So the lingo 3 is accurate when it says, “In APRIL, I NOTIFIED you about the LEO timeframe.”  Apparently there are changes coming n that timeframe.

In the bottom losers, Group 4 looks sort of like a world war, but then it’s quickly followed by LAUGH. I don’t know if that’s a sarcastic laugh, meaning here we go again –another war……or maybe the elite, along with the rest of the military industrial contractors are gleeing with happiness because they get to make even more money ….that kind of laugh. Who knows, but the word BATTLE doesn’t indicate happy times for me.

I’ve got to go….the only reason I was able to get this out is because I couldn’t sleep very well last night. Not sure what’s going on. Maybe I was feeling the same thing MTB was feeling, but 1,000s of miles away! nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/showthread.php?tid=892




UP Words:     pools master rocket busy taylor added dawn wednesday terror wed hooked agree clearly poor journal medical ghost staircase chased welcome alt changes spoke yeah leo notified april relationship weight flies wrapping ajax dodge

DOWN Words:   healing sun kiss yesterday void shoes ancient invited boyfriend ball world battle laugh gotten school driver parts now series one story around game were dream motorcycle save other interesting entity college energy mon up lucid

I was going through the previous dream journal, looking for a different dream, and came across this one. It's dated 5 Nov. 14

A series of dreams that seemed to happen over a period of time.

1. Nighttime. I'm watching the sky from atop a mountain or high hill. I can see lights of a military base below. I'm there to witness something, don't know what. Watch as multiple aircraft take off. They fly overhead. I see ships I recognize from TV and movies: Enterprises from ST:TOS and ST:TNG, a TIE fighter from Star Wars, a Viper from Battlestar Galactica. A couple others I recognize but don't remember the shows/movies. As I watch, the fly into a formation, a line of ships. Then they shift, change Transformer-like. They come together and become one very large fighter jet. It's triangular shaped, almost like a wedge, with a small bulge where the cockpit would be. It's sleek and smooth, with the tail being the only protrusion. It is a silvery colored craft without any markings. Flames ignite from the rear and the craft shoots straight up into the sky. Cool, I think, Hope they're able to make it. A sense of knowing, that the crew was tasked with finding the Others and asking for their help. Knowing we, the humans on this world, couldn't fight what was coming without their help.

2. Jump to a barren, rocky, dusty, dark landscape. I know it's cold, so very cold, even if I can't feel the cold. I see 2 figures in space suits-bulky suits like the ISS astronauts wear when they go walkies outside the station-slowly making their way across the terrain. A sense that they're looking for someone or something but haven't found it yet. A 3rd figure bounds into view. Joins up with the others. They put their helmets together. Pat the arms of the newcomer. The first 2 are happy to see the 3rd but he's not the ones they're seeking. They keep moving. I look around and see Earth in the sky overhead. I'm on the moon. I'm surprised because I didn't know there was a manned mission to the moon.

3. Jump to 4 people, men and women, chained to a central post. They're armed with knives. They have to fight each other until only one is left standing. They're afraid. Know they're going to die and for no good reason other than others' entertainment. I can't see outside the small arena but get a feel of a coliseum-like setting and the understand the people are like modern-day gladiators. I hear cheering of a sort. As I watch, the chains on the hub, tighten and begin moving, shifting around. I know the battle has begun and I'm being spared from seeing the people killing each other. One by one, the chains converge on each other and one chain goes still and limp and I know one fighter is dead. This continues until none of the chains are moving. There's a moment of silence, then booing. I know the last fighter killed him/herself rather than have to fight again.

4. Jump to I'm standing on a street corner, watching a group of non-humans-made me think of T-Rexes wearing black uniforms-rounding up people on the street. The people had been protesting something and now they were going to be taken to a prison camp. No trial, no judgment, just off they would go. I'm standing in the shadows, unseen by those on the street. There's someone with me, a man. I know he's not human but he appears as one. He's really a dragon, a very large black dragon. I also know he's my partner, that we're part of a resistance movement. This is not good, I say. No, he says, they're confident they are in control. They ARE in control, I say. He smiles at me, a feral smile of anticipation. For now, he says, But they grow overconfident. Maybe so, I say, but a lot of people are still going to die in the battle. He watches as the truck holding the prisoners drives away and says, Yes. But it is far better to die free and fighting for our home than to be slaves. I know he's right but still, I fear for our future. There are so few of us willing to fight and there's so many of them.

There was no intention set for this dream. For most of the dreams, I felt only curiosity. I didn't know what was going on. The gladiator one made me sad. The last was a mixture of hopelessness and resolve. Even though it felt like we were on the losing side at that moment, I knew those of us who resisted would fight until the last one went down. If I had to describe the overall feel of what I was watching in all the segments, it was desperation.

Date: 7April15


Going about an ordinary dream, which I really don't remember, when a phone rings. I pick up the receiver of an old land line, say hello, and a voice says, "You may want to get up and go to the bathroom now." I laugh and hang up the phone.

I'm walking along a dirt road. My cell phone rings. I answer. The same voice says, "You need to get up now and go to the bathroom." Again I laugh and disconnect.

I'm talking to people and my cell phone rings again. I answer. Again, the same voice says, "Get up now. You need to go to the bathroom."

This time I woke and yes, I needed to go to the bathroom.


There was no intent for this dream, although someone seemed to be looking after me. The voice on the phone was male but I didn't recognize it.

Mainly I posted this because it just struck me as funny.

Every now and then, I get a "buzzing" feeling; everything is vibrating. It really puts me on edge. Multiple times when I've felt this, an earthquake has hit. Not necessarily Landers or Northridge, but something. In addition to myself, one of my cats was extraordinarily agitated last night - at the same time I felt most agitated. I tried to target a dream, but I couldn't really sleep well between the cat and the edge. There have been a few times where I've felt this and nothing came of it, hopefully that will be the case again. I mentioned to some other people, and they noted that their pets were acting funky. I do have one cat that isn't acting strange, but he's too young to have been in any kind of earthquake. I'm in Southern California, wondering if anyone else around here is getting a feeling like this.

This thread will be available to discuss more with Hackdeeper.org and any relevant overlaps that are identified between tweet and dreambot findings. Reference this brief discussion here:
http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/s...43#pid6643 (plus the two responses after that post)