Talk about a talkative run. Doll and Rooftop both seem important to me, but together they don’t mean much. The groupings start with FAIL INDICATOR RESISTANCE CRITICAL. What this means is that the eventual FAIL of the system has been INDICATED (Greece perhaps?), but more importantly, RESISTANCE IS CRITICAL.

Group 2 talks about a FALSE CAPTAIN who is also a DRAGON. Interesting how BOAT is also nearby, but what’s more interesting is that GEMINI is close by. Twin boats, twin dragon captains, or perhaps we’re back to the May-June timeframe, as the sun transits Gemini in that period.

All of these groups are meaningful in my opinion. Group 3 is a FIST DETAIL and ENGAGE….all in 2015. The question is….how big is the Fist? How big the engagement? War? Or just total chaos from a broken economy?

Okay, you got me here….Group 4 may not be meaningful at all. Ben (Afflick?) Campaigns an Aquarium? Highly unlikely.

The most significant lingo in the bottom side of our run is Group 6.  It appears that we’re being warned about a FANTASTIC DANGER for people who FIGHT against using the HEALING POWER OF THE MOON. I looked up moon healing and found that the waning phase is a time for rejuvenation, hibernation, cutting habits, etc. It sounded much like a YIN period of just being, which is exactly where I found myself today. By body is overstressed from recent workouts, and already decided to take time to rejuvenate and let my tendons heal before getting back into it.

Good to know that we have a NICE AWESOME GOD in group 7, but what about the competition?!

   


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I had some pretty wild and vivid dreams last night/ this morning, so I decided to get up extra early so I wouldn't forget anything.  I'd like very much to know what other people make of these...

I can't remember much of the first dream...I was in some kind of real life video game. Everyone had on some kind of helmet (like some sort of football helmet) and were in a virtual reality that effected real life. I know that these killing games are all the rage now, but they have never been my cup of tea, and the whole point of this game was to survive while killing off everyone else until there was no one but the victor remaining. And worse, once you had that helmet on (at birth I guess), that was your world. There wasn't supposed to be a way to just up and log out. You forgot that you were in a game. Somehow I knew, though, and instead of struggling like everyone else to survive the game, I ran away and hid behind a huge roundish boulder and put every ounce of energy I had into breaking free from the spell of the game. It was particularly hard to focus with all of the screaming and gun shots, and it was hard to not want to run back into the game to try and save the children that I saw lost in it. But I had this thought that if I could get out of the game, I could go around and take off the virtual reality helmets of anyone I found stuck in the game, so I had to take deep breaths and try and block out everything going on around me while somehow still paying very close attention to it, then use every ounce of spirit/ mental energy I had to break through the virtual illusion of the game. At the time, I took notice of a man who was 'winning' the game nearby. He was getting closer to me and I was fairly sure that if he found me, it would be game over. If you died in the game, you died in real life... This man was a ridiculously tall and crazy buff black man. (We're talking 6 1/2 - 7 feet tall here!)  He looked like a body builder AND he was armed with these massive guns. Machine guns maybe. (Can you say overkill?)  I, on the other hand, am around 5'5" or 5'6" and had no weapon. After he had killed everyone else in the area, he made his way towards me. JUST before he could peak around the boulder, I managed to break through the virtual reality's spell! When I snatched my helmet off, my eyes adjusted to real light and I saw the man throw his arms up and cheer for himself. Then he paused. He looked to his left and then to his right and let his arms down and slowly walked off. I had to imagine that he was thinking "what now"?

Anyway, not knowing what to do, I decided to visit a place I had known in the virtual world to see if it really was what I had been made to believe it was in the virtual reality. I decided to visit the house I had grown up in. On my way, I kept passing by these little volcanoes. I kept getting the feeling that they were going to erupt at any moment, so when I came across them, I would try to hurry past them. But then I came across a little cluster of 5 foot tall volcanoes. Right there on the cluster was a cardboard box of tiny, precious kittens... so of course I had to rush to save them. I mean, just one little spark would mean game over for the kittens... but when I took the box and started off with it, as if it were some sort of glitch or something, another box of kittens appeared! And when I grabbed and set that box down, another box of kittens would appear! It was madness. And being the kind of person I am, this was a sort of hell for me. So then, I put ALL of the kittens into one box and carried that box over to the volcanoes... then instead of picking up the entire box on the volcano, I started pulling kittens out of it and placing them with the kittens I had in my box. Then, before more kittens could appear, I lifted this ridiculously heavy box with probably more than 50 kittens in it and rushed away knowing that I couldn't save anymore if they were to appear. I didn't hear or see more kittens appear, but in my mind, I felt so guilty wondering if they did and if I had just left them all to be burned alive in that box... I would come back and try to save more later if I could. If the box didn't burn up. I thought to myself for some reason "Wow... this must be how God feels sometimes..." Every once in a while, I would have to stop and pick up kittens that would jump out of the box which proved to be SO exhausting. I wished I had the kind of energy the kittens did, but it seemed like my energy was low from breaking out of the virtual world and dealing with that re-appearing box...

Anyway, when I arrived to my childhood home, I noticed a cluster of volcanoes on the back porch. There was a tiny space for a garden build into it, and it made me see that all of the plants in it had withered and died under a small layer of ash. I didn't dwell on the thought too much, because I thought to myself that as long as the seeds were safe under the ash, they would grow back and be even stronger and better than before! With that thought, I walked into the house. In the living room was a rather large cluster of Volcanoes. The tallest was probably around 7 feet and the smallest around 3 feet. Next to the cluster was a couch with my boys sleeping on it. Each of them had those helmets on, so I snatched them off and told the boys that we needed to go "bye-bye" and asked them to get ready by grabbing any one toy they wanted for the trip. I had set the box down to rest my arms... and no sooner did the box hit the floor, one of the mini-volcanoes popped and splattered some lava on me and the boys who were still sitting on the couch and rubbing at the eyes they had never used before. I ran to them and tried to wipe the lava bits off of them. The lava that had landed on us was just a little warm and had the consistency of juice. I was relieved but felt like we had only gotten lucky that time. There was no guarantee that we wouldn't have molten rock splattered on us next time. I woke up trying to get the boys out of the house.

In the next dream, I found myself in my kitchen making different lotions and body balms. I was singing to myself while I threw some coconut oil and beeswax in a skillet on the stove. I even danced a little while they melted together. When everything was melted I turned my attention to a batch of whipped lotion I was making in my beater. The beater was set on the highest level marked by an "8".  I turned it off  then turned to take the skillet off the stove and place it on the counter. I have a large bottle of aloe vera juice that I use for just about everything and I poured a little into my mixing bowl. I noticed that I was running low on aloe vera, which upset me because it is one of my favorite ingredients... but it dawned on me that I could always just order more... so I turned to my skillet and poured a little in there as well, being sure to keep a little on hand in case of an emergency. The ingredients in the skillet were hardening and beginning to turn a pretty white color, and I saw that the aloe vera had not been blended, so I set my skillet back on the stove and got a whisk. I stood there whisking my little creation and noticed that it was not turning clear as it liquified again, but that didn't bother me. In fact, in the dream I had expected that. My little creation was now the consistency of gravy, and as I stood there whisking away, I recalled that I had been sent on a mission by NDC. (Of course this wasn't the case in real life... I had no intention for this dream...) I was to find out something about "Beetle Stew". I couldn't help but smirk when I thought of that. "Beetle stew". How gross. But in my mind, when I thought about it, I envisioned this vast desert with CLOUDS of black beetles flying through it. They were eating up any sign of life in the desert and I watched them eat this giant cactus in a matter of minutes. When I snapped out of my little daydream, I thought to myself "Man are beetles stupid. If they keep that up, there will be nothing left and they will all start eating each other or eventually starve to death." So now, when I look down at my skillet, it is filled with black beetles. They were beetles I was familiar with because I see them all the time here in Louisiana! (When I woke up, I googled them to find that they were called "June Beetles").

Now... I recognized this disgusting creation of mine in the skillet to be "Beetle Stew". And as gross as it was, I wasn't bothered by it, but rather amused. My intention at this point was to serve it to NDC. So I grabbed a plate and put some rice on it then smothered that with my Beetle Stew taking special steps to make sure that it looked as nice as possible. (Lol! Making beetle stew look nice. Yeah right!) I brought my creation into the living room (the same living room from the dream before) and placed it on the mantle over the fireplace, then I grabbed my phone and tried taking photos of it at different angles. While I was taking photos, the lighting allowed me to see every detail of my dish. I saw that some beetles were dead and some were just barely alive and then there was one that was absolutely clean and trying to escape. I grabbed it and stuck it in the gravy-like stew with the other beetles. I felt like I was using it as some sort of garnish. It was moving it's legs back and forth in the stew and for some reason the thought popped into my head that it was making it's own version of a snow angel and I started giggling. I just couldn't help myself! In the dream, it was SO funny to me. I went back to taking pictures. I wanted the absolute BEST photo to send back to everyone here! There was a man sitting in a recliner that I hadn't noticed earlier. He wasn't a man I knew in person. He might have been just a little over weight and was wearing these horrible blue shorts with a plain white tee. He got up and came to see what I had made telling me he was hungry. "Not for this you aren't! You don't want any of this, I promise you!" But he insisted and rudely stuck his finger into my beetle stew! He stuck his finger in his mouth then took a closer look at my dish and saw the bugs. His eyes bugged out for a minute then he just kinda tilted his head and gave me this approving nod while saying. "Mmm!"

I woke up laughing. I woke up laughing SO HARD!

Last night I dreamt that I was waiting in some sort of waiting room. There was a TV in the room playing the Harry Potter movies. I haven't watched those movies for years now, so I was really into it, but this woman kept talking loudly throughout the movie making it very difficult for anyone to enjoy it. Anyway, the kids around me started getting upset and after asking whoever it was to kindly lower their voice several times without looking back, I turned around to see that it was Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter!  Or at least the actor that plays that character. Anyway, she started hurling insults at me and went on and on about killing Harry Potter (who, in my mind seemed real... for a moment anyway) and so, I grabbed her hand and pulled her down into her seat and told her that I wouldn't allow that. She pulled her hand forcefully out of my own, and because I have rather long fingernails, I accidentally scratched her, and she scratched me. She looked at her hand and saw I had somehow managed to scratch a 69 on it... so she called security. I apologized to her when it dawned on me that Harry Potter wasn't even real and she was just an actor... and I told her that I was sure I didn't hurt her, in fact, I could scratch myself in the same way, and feel nearly nothing. She didn't need to arrest me. I flipped my hand over to scratch myself as well, and saw that my hand also had a 69 that she had scratched into it, I thought that I shouldn't have to prove anything since she had scratched me as well, but since I felt bad about scratching her and had already promised to scratch myself, I flipped over my other hand and scratched a 71 into it.

Apparently, this did not appease her and she continued to try and have me arrested. Now, I was surrounded by celebrities, all with disapproving faces. They were acting as if I was jealous of them or as if I was just out to hurt them. I assured them that I care about what they do as much as I care about what a cashier does, or what the guy making my sandwich at subway does and the same way any of them care about what I do. To me, they were just entertainers, that's all they do, and I could care less about what they do, so why would I go out of my way to purposely harm them? However, I did apologize. I felt horrible.  Even though I was sure that actress was lying or at least exaggerating about me hurting her, I felt terrible that I had scratched her and terrible that everyone thought that I could be so hateful as to harm someone, ANYONE, on purpose. After apologizing, I explained to them that I had been exhausted. I had been getting little sleep and sometimes would miss out on sleep for several days in a row. Then one actress (One I know the face of but not the name) popped up in a nurse's outfit and told me that I had some sort of weird condition (I forget what she called it) and that she could help me. The actress I had scratched was very angry that I wasn't being arrested, but left me alone as the other actress dragged me into another room. She sat me in a chair in another waiting room and told me she'd be right back. This waiting room looked a bit like a drug store. I was siting next to some shelves with see-through plastic bins. I saw that the bins were full of nuts. BIG nuts in shells. Maybe walnuts... so I reached in and grabbed one. It was carved into the shape of a head with a face. I didn't recognize the person it was carved to represent, though I felt like I should. Curiosity struck me, and I pulled out the little bin to find more nuts with faces. Right on the top was a nut that looked like Bill Clinton. It was so perfect and detailed... and also, it kinda tickled me a bit. I grabbed that one thinking that I wanted to show it to my husband, and dug around a bit more. It seemed like all the nuts were shaped like president's faces. All the presidents were nuts! I was giggling uncontrollably as I dug around in the nut bin, but then I noticed another bin above the one I was digging in. I saw faces I knew to be presidents in that one too but I didn't recognize those faces, also there were nuts shaped like swords. I didn't get a chance to pull that bin out and dig in it because the actress dressed as a nurse returned.  She prepared a syringe with some sort of clear liquid and told me that it was the stuff women used to help them have babies. I looked at her and blinked then told her that was the exact opposite of what I needed. She told me that it would only improve my chances of conception by 30% and that I would sleep like a baby. I begrudgingly allowed her to stick me with the needle because I felt like if I didn't, I would be arrested. When she finished, she smiled and told me I was free to go. I remembered that I was holding that Bill Clinton nut, and since I didn't know where to pay for it, I tossed it back into the bin then I went back through the first waiting room to collect my things and was about to head out when I saw a man wearing a blue and white flannel shirt just exactly like the one my husband has that I often steal and use as a jacket. I walked towards the man, thinking it was my husband, but as I got closer, it seemed to me that his shoulders were too wide. I got closer and noticed that even while sitting down, this man seemed to be taller than my husband. I knew for certain this wasn't my husband, but I had to walk past the guy to leave out anyway, but as I got even closer to him, I noticed he had dirty blonde hair. As I passed him, he slowly turned to look at me... he was an old ex of mine. A very abusive man who had nearly killed me. He was sitting a chair holding a baby girl. Horrified, I looked strait ahead hoping he would not see my face and recognize me as I all but ran out of the building. When I got outside, I searched desperately for my husbands vehicle, but couldn't find it. I ran frantically from car to car hoping to find my husband before my ex found me... then I heard running. I turned see my ex storm out of the building and start running for me. I ran as fast as I could too, but my ex caught up with me and tackled me to the ground and began hitting me. I curled up into a little ball until it stopped, then peeked out at my ex who was now running his fingers over my bloody cheek telling me that he forgave me for having him arrested, and now he would be taking me back home with him where I was supposed to be. I was too weak to fight him as he picked me up and put me into the back of his little black car. I stared at the back of his seat as he drove me to a house.

When the car stopped and I heard the door open, I got up and shot out of the car like a rocket. I ran down a hill to a neighbors house. I ran right into the house and shut and locked the door behind me. The house belonged to some childhood neighbors and they were not happy with me just barging in, but I cried and explained to them that there was a man outside trying to kill me and right then there was a knock on the door. One of the neighbors (the mother of the house) opened the door to find my ex there who demanded that they hand me over. I grabbed at the woman's shirt and begged her not to. She looked at him, then at me, then at him again and slammed the door shut and locked it. Then she pressed a big red button on the wall and this awesome futuristic steel armor covered the windows and shielded the house. I had to call the police quickly because I knew he would cut the phone lines.

When the police arrived, they arrested my ex... again. I saw that the DA himself was there and he looked worried. I over heard him talking to the police about a new law that had been passed. People that had been arrested for multiple horrific offenses would be put to death rather than sit in prison only to be released again. I had mixed feelings about this. Part of me thought it was fair and part of me thought this was REALLY bad and creepy. The DA walked over to me and apologized. We watched my ex along with a friend of his get thrown into a police car. Before the police could slam shut the door, my ex yelled out to me that this had been the second time I had him arrested... he said that when he got out he would be sure to kill me. I moved to hide behind the DA, who turned and assured me that my ex would not be leaving jail again. An old friend of mine named Ashley showed up... she had a new boyfriend who was much older than her (she is about my age, the man was around 50ish)... she said that she had seen the whole thing go down and asked if I needed a place to stay. I told her I did. She said that whenever I was ready, she and her boyfriend would take me home with them. First, though... the DA wanted to talk to me. He flagged me over to his vehicle and asked if I needed a ride. I told him I did not but thanked him for his offer. He started talking to me about something rather odd. There was a fawn that had been kicking up a new tree that he had planted. He showed me three small trees. I would guess that the trees were maybe around three years old...  two of the trees were to the left of his bright red car, and the other tree was to the right growing in some sand. I saw the fawn he was talking about kicking the sand from around the tree. It was cute, but I understood that it was not good for the tree... then again, all of the sand probably wasn't either. I got the feeling that the fawn wanted to poop on the tree... which I actually kinda thought would be good for it... the DA, however, was VERY unhappy about it. He meant to kill the fawn, but I begged him not to and shooed the fawn into the woods nearby, hoping that it would handle it's business when the DA left. The DA rolled his eyes at me and asked where I meant to stay. I told him that I would be staying at my friend Ashley's house for a while. He made a quick note of that on a yellow sticky pad he fished out of his pocket and then walked over to Ashley's vehicle. It was old and falling apart... the inside was cluttered and dirty... but I didn't really have much of an option. I wasn't going to drive off with a stranger. The DA sighed and told me to be careful before he walked over to his car and drove off.

I went home with Ashley to find out that she lived in a tiny travel trailer. There was hardly any place for me to stay in there and it was just as dirty and cluttered as her vehicle. She called me into her bedroom. She and her boyfriend were sitting on their bed. It was made and looked nice compared to the rest of the room that was filled with trash... but when she moved around, I heard her bed make crunching noises... so I knew that her bed was also full of trash under her comforter. That was none of my business though. I was just glad to have a place to stay. I was looking throughout the rest of her trailer to find that her cabinets, ironing board, and other things did not work. They either didn't open or didn't function in one way or another. I wondered how she had managed to live this way for so long. I really felt bad for her to the point that I thought to myself that whenever my husband found me, I would offer to take her home with me because I didn't believe she could be healthy or happy living this way. I was about to curl up on her dirty couch to catch a nap, when I heard a knock at the door. The DA had come over. Ashley and her boyfriend came to the front door as well, and the DA said that he was going to donate a somewhere around $1,230,000 to me to fix up the travel trailer so I could live there comfortably. I got a kick out of that when I woke up, but in the dream it seemed to make sense to spend so much on a trailer rather than just build a new home... Ashley and her boyfriend were jumping for joy, but I felt indifferent about it.

Somehow, later in the dream, Ashley and I got into an argument over something, and she told me that she wanted me to leave her home. Somehow, she had thrown in my face the fact that the DA was giving her money to fix up her house. She was being rather cruel to me and I felt like her anger towards me was unjustified... I rolled my eyes at her and said the DA wasn't giving her anything. If I left, she would receive nothing because the money was for me. The DA was the reason my ex had been released and the reason that my ex had the oppertunity to attack me again and if the public found out, he would lose his job or worse. I told her that the ONLY reason the DA was throwing money at me was because he was at fault and wanted to keep me from exposing him. I folded my arms and gave her the stink eye while she thought about that for a minute, then I woke up.

My how things can change in 24 hours. What to expect based on the predictions/dreams bot runs?
http://www.reuters.com/article/2015/02/1...SH20150216

Do we have anything on this?
http://www.reuters.com/article/2015/02/1...QV20150216

dream of 02/15 2015

dreamed I was laying in bed sleeping and the curtains of my side wall window were partially open. I heard and saw a helicopter flying rather low back and forth a few a few times, then it actually tried landing on our roof top! It was very loud, and they couldn’t land on my roof for some reason so they hovered by my window and landed next to our house in the back yard. Then a black hollow circular object appeared thru the walls and it opened up and the pilots voice said my husband and I both must come aboard, wiithin 30 seconds. So I woke up my husband and we were still in our pajamas and we never grabbed a gun no time, as it was counting down to 6 seconds.

The helicopter was unusual, it was more circular and had little wedge type pod that open enough room for 2 people each, so we sat in there and flew off . We landed and it was clear back night sky and they dropped us off ...there were like 12 of us in all. Then the helicopter needed repairs and they kept it suspended in the air and had some kind of cord with heavy weight at bottom to hold it in place. We saw 2 alien ships hovered near the helicopter. one was shaped like a hash tag symbol and it was spinning and turning in place, the other looked like a hard covered book that was opened up half way down in the middle, it was white with long rows of small windows on each side. By the helicopter I saw some type of alien thing, looked rather robotic and kind of shaped like a stickman figure, but but slightly more width to it. It was red in color and seemed to be made out of a special type metal,as it was fixing the helicpoter in the air,and I told my husband.,..wow look there is alien man.it moved just a like a human with ease ,but looked metalic in nature.

Then they brang us inside and told us some rules,I kept asking what is name of this company and its purpose? They wouldnt give me a straight answer,and asked me to ask the captain. I went to a table of 3 people and the captain was asked,but gave no answer,and he had very pale white skin and gray lizard like eyes,the kind that looks right through you and gray bushy hair. They had us shower and and change into there clothes.Then the next scene was we woke up by the telephone in a room we were placed in to rest and said get up were leaving soon. on the way back to the helicopter I asked if this was it and one of the pilots said,"no,we will probly be needing to do this again, with your same group,as we need to burn off more miles on the helicopter. I mentioned on the flight back to my husband,you might want to call your job and tell them your going to be late for work, but I doubt they will even believe you.

1) I received a "message" or call from Sally, per my notes, "I was talking to a lady about seasonal allergies"... (what?)

2) I "popped" into the yard of what I knew to be my home, but it did not look completely familiar to me. I was viewing two large bright red lawn mowers. One was mine. Next to the other stood my neighbor (in real life) (a woman in her 70s, who is quite cruel and nasty), Matilda. My husband (passed 6/11) was bent over trying to repair her lawn mower. He said not a word, but continued to work on the machine. I hollered over to him that he could not have known how horribly this woman treated me since his passing, and requested that he stop helping her with her lawn mower. I, then, looked at the arrogant woman, and asked her to leave our property. She refused, glaring at me. I told her I would escort her off the property, if need be, and I would keep her lawn mower. Her only choice was to take the mower, and leave now. She laughed and said that she would have me arrested. I was horrified...and awakened.

"Earlier this month, just as tax season was nearing its peak, 19 states and Intuit — the maker of TurboTax software — noticed a surge of fraudulent state-tax filings prepared with TurboTax. The company responded by suspending electronic transmission of state returns for about 24 hours on Feb. 5 and 6.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation is working to determine who was behind the filings, and if they used illegally obtained personal data to secure bogus refunds. There are signs the fraud also may involve federal returns, say experts and some taxpayers."

http://www.marketwatch.com/story/fraud-a...2015-02-16

Commentary:
This was THE main headline on CNBC today (markets are closed for the holiday). But I have some questions that probably very few people have picked up on...

1. Exactly how much money does it take for the FBI to "work to determine who was behind the filings," especially since they'll never find them more than likely? I would really like to know who many filings were submitted, how much they were for, and then the grand total. Then, I'd like to compare how much money it costs to track all this stuff down, apply coding and security, make decisions, analyze the reports, all the staff meetings, etc. My guess (and it's only a hypothesis) is that the fix costs much more than the fraud.

AND SO,

2. Aren't we ready for a constitutional tax system? It's so obvious why this absurdly confusing and complicated tax code is still the going framework: Because certain people profit off it. That's really the gist.

Tax weary; I know it's not just me.

A nova (plural novae or novas) is a cataclysmic nuclear explosion on a white dwarf, which causes a sudden brightening of the star. Novae are not to be confused with other brightening phenomena such as supernovae or luminous red novae. Novae are thought to occur on the surface of a white dwarf in a binary system. If the two stars of the system are sufficiently near to one another, material can be pulled from the companion star's surface onto the white dwarf. A nova is caused by the accretion of hydrogen onto the surface of the star, commencing a runaway fusion reaction. [Wikipedia]

President is wedged between Comfort and Danger, but who is the Keeper at 70 points? The lingo implies that the Keeper is someone other than the President. You mean, the President is NOT the most powerful person in the world? HA!


 The Flight through the Universe Continues. Somehow, the Fantastic Gender Collision will provide World Healing. I look forward to the healing, but not the collision. If you’re new here, the gender collision meme was started in yesterday’s run. nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/showthread.php?tid=643

Is there going to be some sort of false flag having to do with the sun? This isn’t the first time in recent days that the Sun has been highlighted with some sort of catastrophe. So now the question begs, will the story be made up?

So now I’m headed over to start a brand new project that I’m super excited about. We’ll be combining linguistics into a new modality that will tap into the quantum field. I’ll discuss this further after we know more about it.

   


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DOWN Words:   breathe ice truck died nose deep vibrations days teeth finger positive tree young orange would gotten vehicle crazy story competition snakes power dinner style eggs music bland fri versus