….food dreams __Dream fragments,

1. i am in the other world, where i go in my dreams frequently. I know it"s not here. It looks like rural greece or macedonia, where building in the village are made of beige sandstone and seem to grow out of the ground instead of being built. Anyway i know my way around now, and recently i gave directions to someone else there…hehehe its funny because i have the worst sense of direction in this world. So, there was a festival and each person was given a course, i was given a dessert, then you were paired with someone else and after finishing cooking you had to swap your dessert with that person and present it as your own. I made a fruit tart the size of a table and was so proud. They exercise was to not be connected to the outcome. It was a ritual to make you less egotistical. You did your very best but then pretened someone else's dish was yours. I went to the house of the blond woman who i was to swap my dessert with, and there were two woman trying to make two cupcakes or muffins, still with the paper on, into a pie. I said thats not going to work and they said of course it was, it was all slipping and sliding their invention and i said i wouldn't swap. they seemed really disappointed as did everyone else who i explained my problem to. Oh they said, you should not have offended them, even if they didn't try. I felt this was nonsense and went along……..

more later, a bit sick now

I was 12 in my dream, My step brother(same age) was driving a car, we got into an accident, and I lost a stuffed animal from my childhood. Don't remember if I found it. Then I was with my step mom, dad and siblings, we were on our way to mexico. We crossed through the amazon river infested with snakes. Arriving in mexico I was alone, it was a desert area with a small cabin and a guy out front with a sign saying welcome to mexico.

So far, today am encouraged to keep at it. Seems I've reread and pondered so few old but runs and am finding things that really may be a current event.

Oh, the hunch was that maybe even four(for example..older even of course) month old bot runs could be sounding current, meaning maybe some of the words in them do take several months to fulfill.

I had that old hunch that maybe the top three or four words in a lot of bot runs went together. I tired of trying that and getting nothing. But see, this one is at least.....encouraging me, today so gonna play with it when I have time, "just in case."

and it started "bugging me" a couple of days ago that the poor girl, Whitney's daughter is likely a suicide attempt, and God-forbid may succeed yet in that she's got a very bad prognosis.

I'd luv to reread that bot run and see if any of the rest of the list points to it being about her. If any of you know what bot run that is, and without it being any bother to you will you please post the link?

5 Mind-Bending Facts About Dreams
by Jeanna Bryner, Live Science Managing Editor | April 27, 2012 03:48pm ET

Here's some of what we know about what goes on in dreamland.


http://www.livescience.com/19950-5-facts...mares.html

To me, this has a 1776 sort of feel. Start with TEA in the OCEANS by way of RENDERING ATTACKS. Also, BOMBS are enough to make us want to HUG our DOLLS (I’ll have to borrow one of my kid’s dolls  ) Group 2 adds to the war meme and Group 3 says, “Bet party finished (today)”

There is a bit of positivity in the biggest loser section. Group 4 indicates some AWESOME HEALTH is going to hit the planet. I’m sure the lingo isn’t talking about vaccines. Merck is freaking out right now because in order to stay alive as a company, they NEED the government to mandate vaccines. That’s why they’re shaking… http://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/c...story.html

   


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I was in a community hall that fit somewhere between 50 and 100 people. It was in a smaller town, possibly Airdrie, Alberta. I was trying to entertain people with some magic tricks and of course had a pretty assistant. She was standing on a chair in front of me and I was to do something like make her hover or disappear, but I kept on getting interrupted by important events so people were pretty disinterested in what we were doing. They were really there for a community meeting so we were just some break time entertainment anyway.

Note: As I recalled the dream I asked my mind what it meant and got the immediate answer: "Nothing - it is just a chorus of voices".

Can I get a “Yeah!” Nothing happened at the Super Bowl. I got myself worked up over nothing. Glad to be wrong in this case.


Today, “Vatican saves Spanish downtown Chicago.” Today seems to be all about places, and Vatican is at the top (but not at Red Alert levels). Keep in mind that “Saves” has at least two main meanings. The Vatican can literally save a downtown area from destructive damage or death, but I’ll bet this connotation has to do with the spiritual version….”Saving” them from an eternity in hell. I shudder at the headlines that could possibly result from this seemingly pleasant phrase (Hint: using the last 2,000 years as precedent, many atrocities were conducted in the name of “Saving.”)

And then lower on the list, we have this confirmation from yesterday about how 2015 will end up being bad, bad, bad: “Texture February confirm 2015 torture.” Yikes.

There is quite a bit of context and texture from this run, but I guess it’s so descriptive that there isn’t much left to discuss. I’m going to use this opportunity to go over and see how our new website is coming.


   


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Driving along a dirt road in my Mustang. Come out of the woods into a desert-like terrain. Way off in the distance I see a mountain jutting up from the land. It's the only mountain. I stop my car, get out, and lean against the open door, my arms resting across the top of the window. Studying the mountain. Don't know if I'm to go there or if I'm just seeing something. But there's something about the mountain that is foreboding. I'm reluctant to go to the mountain. There's something wrong with that mountain. That's what stood out for me, the complete wrongness of the mountain.

Scene shifts. I'm inside a large cavern, a room carved out of stone with stone floors, walls, ceiling. It's a huge cavern, lit with many torches attached to the walls. On the floor are black and white tiles in a checkerboard pattern. At each corner of the checkerboard are columns about as tall as my height with candles or torches set on top.

I hear footsteps. See a figure in a long robe moving around the shadows that lurk around the periphery of the cavern. Don't see a face, just the figure. Feel of masculine/male energy. He's setting up things in the shadows. I can't see what he's doing. He isn't aware of me or my observing him. He passes by my location. The front of his robe flips open and I see that he doesn't have human legs. His legs are covered with hair/fur and hooves instead of feet. I get a very bad feeling. Don't want to be there. Don't want to be part of this, whatever this is. But I can't move. Everything is dead quiet except for the sounds of his hooves clicking against the stone floor. Hear a name: Phomet. Now I really want to leave. I don't belong here at all and I'm so afraid. So scared. Don't know what's happening but but know this is not where I should be. Want to leave, try to leave, but still can't move. Almost crying, I'm so scared.

Suddenly my #1 guide appears at my side. I tell him I don't want to be here, don't want anything to do with whatever this is, don't want anyone thinking I have any part of this. He says he knows but it's important that I see this. That I witness what's about to happen. What if I'm revealed? I ask. I am here with you, he says. Nothing will happen to you while I am with you. That reassures me.

My guide and I watch as the creature creates a pentagram inside a circle on the checkerboard. There's a haze in the room now but I see doors around the periphery. Count 13 doors. As we watch, the doors open and people in hooded robes step through into the cavern. They assemble around the circle. The creature takes a seat on a throne-like chair on a high dais looking over the checkerboard. I look back at the checkerboard. There's now an altar in the middle of the pentagram. I can't see what's on the altar. The 13 around the edge begin chanting, their arms raised. Their fingertips touch.

Come, child, my guide says. You need not see what happens next. And we leave. He takes me out of there and into a between space. What was that? I ask. The door to Chaos is going to be opened, he says. All hell is about to break loose? I ask. Hell, indeed, he says. Now go. Tell others of this so they can prepare as best they can for what is to come.

Notes:

This vision occurred during today's(01Feb15) meditation.

I don't know if the cavern was in the mountain I saw. I don't know the significance of the mountain beyond the sense of foreboding I felt when I looked at it.

I think "Phomet" may reference "Baphomet". More information can be found here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baphomet I had to look it up because I'm not very familiar with this topic. I don't know if the creature was actually Phomet/Baphomet.

*I tried to post this in the dream base but it was a no-go.

Welcome to February. “February Ultimate Fail.” Match that with our archetypes, which show humanity as extremely negative, and this could mean a harsh and troubling month. Let’s start with group 1 because the word Rabbit reminds me of my old “Bunny turns to coyote” dream (http://www.nationaldreamcenter.com/dream..._to_Coyote )  After conversing about the dream, I learned that coyote is a term for illegal alien. The dream itself came on the night I intended about Dallas, and the punchline was that the coyote (or illegal alien) can stay within our yard. So, could it be that group one is all about a failed attempt at a terrorist action, which will be blamed on an illegal alien? I mean it doesn’t just imply a failed attempt, but also a “Momentarily potential sentence.”


Group 2: A doctor in Boulder dies.

…and then there’s more financial lingo, pointing to a transformation yet again. This is the exciting part of the run “Bend cashier view transform.”

   


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