So this is another one liner, I have theories about these, just before you wake up "shouty" images, words that have been happening to me. But here is not the place perhaps. So again, just before i woke this morning at 5, i had a long elaborate interesting dream….totally gone now, but just before waking a vivid image of this happened.

Dream-

In my dream it was a dead nurse, with black bobbed hair (i don't know why I think asian woman, but I do) lying face down on a tiled floor, kinda like one of those joke chalked out "crime scene" markers you see on telly. White coat, with snappers up the side to the shoulder and straight light blue scrubs and white clog shoes. when i woke i said why dead nurse? Then it occurred to me this is also the fairly modern chef attire for women and men. Fitted white coat with those chef clogs, very similar to nurses possibly.

And thats it……again these blast images or sounds or words are disappearing my main dreams.

Someone posted a dream about plane wings bursting into flames....

http://www.sott.net/article/292365-Plane...a-Colombia

I opened my refrigerator door and was shocked to see all food gone. On the shelves were smaller versions of metal containers that I think I've seen beer stored in.

I heard our daughter say "This is a bad attitude." I didn't know if she was referring to me or whomever took all of our food and especially my beloved-milk.

I went to her bedroom door and said, "Can I just ask where my milk is?"

I was awakened by something here at home, then.

What’s the opposite of dizzy and drab? Answer: Today’s run!


Be on the lookout for something exciting, alive, and making people dance. For me, the breakup of Lamestream Media would be super exciting, and the in-fighting is something to cheer about because this is where all the conventional wars begin and the fears about their contrived viral outbreaks. So we’re just now starting to clean up the lies about Iraq and now Hurricane Katrina stories are under scrutiny: http://www.theneworleansadvocate.com/new...n-Williams

Remember all the hubbub about Tom in so many runs? Well, it’s TOM Brokaw who wants the lying Brian Williams to be fired! http://pagesix.com/2015/02/05/tom-brokaw...ams-fired/

Oh indeed the fireworks will be grand, and hopefully this is just the beginning of veil coming off. But the big question is whether THIS is the reason for all the exciting and positive words in our run today? Liberation, Alive, Dance….what is everyone so excited for? This run is infectious…Just reading the list makes me excited!

I could type up more, but I need to move on over and do a February Moon run. Not only did Sherriann give me a head’s up, but this run today reminded me to do it….” Excitement Rooms Moon Fames Super.” So, I stop my writing here and head back to the DreamBot.


   

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Brief end of dream

Before I wake i look in the mirror and its me, but I am a man(middle aged, blondish), smiling strangely considering my face is covered in boils

Monday December 8, 2014

It is the middle of school term and my Mom has paid for me to come home for the weekend. I am not at my home in real life. Our skeleton of a home is next to a lake or ocean. By skeleton I mean most of the structure is missing. No room has more than two walls, white and opposite each other. Only the rooms closest to the lake have a ceiling and a floor. When I turn around and face away from the water the beach reminds me most of Antarctica. The gray lava rock has been broken down by millions of years of erosion into nearly sand, which has slid down the volcanic cone all the way into the water covering everything in its path. The buildings that do exists are long since abandoned and have been victims of weather and time. There is no plant life here at all. It feels more like an alien world than the terra firma we call Earth. I might as well be in a space suit looking at a lake of methane.
The beach has covered most of the floors. I don't know that we are on a volcano, but these Antarctic volcanic islands describe the setting perfectly. Even the sky matches, presenting a dull gray blanket of texture-less cloud cover. Everything is covered in this gray-black sand and rock except the few rooms in the front that stick out over the water. I arrive home in the late afternoon and spend the first evening with my Mom in one of the front rooms. The only furniture is a small television set on the edge next to the water, a single recliner in which my Mom lays, and some couch or something which I cannot see because I am sitting in it. We vegetate and watch television.
My dog Spencer is laying on the beach behind us. He is in a different room, the family room, which has no ceiling, no floor (or at least the floor is covered in beach), and no wall to separate him from us. At some point later that night or the next morning I get up out of my seat and walk over to him. He is laying curled up in a ball, head on the right, facing us just watching. I walk over and he picks up his head to greet me. I kiss him, hug him, pet him, and just give him some attention. I think about him. I had come home two or three weeks ago from school to visit him because he wasn't doing so well. He wasn't eating or walking, but the vet was able to cure him. He must have been eating while I was gone because he could only survive so long without food. A spike of endogenous chemicals (adrenaline?) shoots into my bloodstream as I realize why I was summoned home and I feel a complex emotion consisting of some combination of panic, fear, regret, and a sense that time is running out. I was brought home for the same reason as last time- Spencer is dying. God dammit! Why did I waste so much time last night?!? I spent the whole night watching television and ignoring him when I could've been laying with him doing the exact same thing. I feel terrible.
I bring him a scoop full of kibble for dinner and dump it on the floor in front of him. He begins eating some. I listen to the hollow crunching sound his teeth make inside his snout. My ears pick out the way the pitch of that sound drops and becomes muffled as he grinds the kibble into smaller pieces and it moves towards the back of his mouth. My Mom calls to me from the other room "Make sure you give him the small kibble!" This confuses me because we keep one giant tub of dog food, and there is only one size.
"Okaaaaayy." I yell back. He's eating the food so he must be fine. I spend time with him.
Time doesn't really exist here. There is a chronology of events and the time I have both here and with Spencer is finite, but the environment itself is timeless. That's why I couldn't really tell whether it was day or night earlier. The sun never sets. Likewise, at some point I look up and see a man standing over Spencer and I. He is at least sixty years old. He is white, has white hair, and wears square-ish glasses. In his right hand is a metal power tool which I cannot make out right away. This man is here to euthanize Spencer. The death warrant is already signed by my Mom and in his hands. I know intellectually that he is going to be given a lethal dose of pentobarbital and will fall asleep in peace, but my brain has finally recognized the power tool in the man’s hand. It is a circular power saw. I begin crying. But- but... "He ate food! He doesn't need to die! He got better!" I beg to my Mom, I beg to him; to anyone in earshot. I lean over Spencer, who is still laying on the floor, and put my face on his rib cage and cry. I wrap my arms around him and embrace him. He is warm and full of life.

Tuesday February 3rd, 2015

I am at my house in <home city>, but it doesn't quite look the same as in real life. Out of nowhere, Daniel comes over and invites himself in. He is Daniel, but he actually looks more like Tyler- skinny, tall, white, curly hair, thin wire-frame glasses, and a white t-shirt. He walks into the family room and gets on my Mom's computer. He starts showing me this new cryptocurrency whose genesis block was mined only hours ago. He begins telling me about how it has the perfect trifecta of properties to become the next popular cryptocurrency. This all happens all of a sudden and he came in without asking, so I tell him he has to leave. He stands up from the computer, faces me, and refuses to leave. I begin pushing him out of the room and towards the door. He is really scrawny, so I don't expect him to be able to do anything about it. He pushes back until my back is against the wall. He has his hands on my shoulders, restraining me. I swing my left elbow across his face, but miss. He just grins. I throw a second bow with the same arm, and this time I make contact with his jaw. He steps back a little and punches me in the face. I punch him in the face repeatedly: left, right, left, right... I sort of get tunnel vision and get sucked into it. He throws a few more punches, landing most of them, but I don't stop. Left-right, left-right, left-right. I just keep punching, and counting each one. I reach 56 punches before I finally stop. He is weak. Not unconscious or even bleeding that much, but he is mostly limp and not fighting back anymore. I drag his ass to the front door and toss him out of my house. I feel accomplished. I have never been in a fight before, and this has gone a lot better than I expected my first fight would go. I won. I feel stronger.
I am still kind of in a daze. I sit down in the chair in front of my Mom's computer and sort of stare off into space. The web browser is open to the block explorer of the cryptocurrency Daniel was trying to show me. I just watch the blocks stream by for a while. The network is finding a new one about once per second. Each time a new block is found, the miner who discovered that block is paid 65,535 coins. I watch the money stream by. You know, Daniel is pretty smart. That is a lot of money. He did have a good idea. He was trying to share the wealth with me, and I threw his ass out. I look at the download link for the mining program. The logo is Scooby-Doo's head. I download it and try to install it, but for some reason I can't get it to install.
Soon my Dad comes over. Either I say something or he sees my face, because he starts asking me questions about the fight. He doesn't approve of violence, but a part of him is proud of me. Before I can answer all his questions my Mom and my sister get home. My Mom is the only one who walks in the door. We talk for a minute and then we all proceed out the front door and around the side of the house towards the back yard. It is a sunny and warm afternoon. We open the gate and Alyssa is there. I get nervous about my Dad being here, but he doesn't leave. What is going on? Then he asks her if she is coming over to his house later, to which she replies yes. WHAT?!? We all walk into the back yard and spend about an hour clearing dirt and mud out of this concrete drainage ditch in front of the back porch. We get it completely clear of mud and go back inside to watch TV. Daniel is back. I invite him inside. Neither of us apologize, but we do make up and hang out as friends. Everyone watches Criminal Minds on TV.
After a while we're involved in an intense scene where someone is getting tortured. The actor is screaming out in agony. We are startled by a knock on the door, and I see Dave with his young daughter on the front porch. I frantically race to pause Netflix as my Mom approaches the front door to let them in. She lets them in and the girl is walking in front of the TV screen before I am able to pause it.

Saturday January 24th, 2015

I am in <My Home City> walking a mile from my house to the corner with James. We are on the south sidewalk, already past the grocery store. Its daytime, but it is late in the day and the clouds are piling up to a thick gray color. They are behind us to the west, but I keep looking back to keep an eye on them. They move and change every time I look at them. We walk all the way past the church on the right and get up to the empty lot next to the old High School. I look back and the clouds are churning and building up. As we approach the corner, the entire sky suddenly flows west. The impending storm clouds flow away, and the scene falls into night. We cross the road and look at the empty bus stop on the other side of the intersection. We look the other way to a building on the northwest corner. It’s small, with one POS terminal in a cove in the front of the building where you can buy bus tickets. There is one lone light over the terminal. We walk up to it, and James starts playing on the touchscreen. It has a nicely made, full color blue GUI where you can purchase bus passes. After a moment or two he is able to break out of the UI. The terminal is running Linux. The underlying OS looks like something out of the eighties- not entirely command line, but not entirely GUI. I watch the screen as he somehow gets us a $65.17 credit. I slide my backpack off my shoulder and set it by my feet. I turn around, lean against the building, and watch the street. Soon I see three men walking over from the other side of the road. I glance back at the screen and see James has gotten the terminal to run Google Chrome. The men are closer and I can see one is a police officer in a tan uniform. The other two are dressed up nicely, but not in a uniform. I bet they work for the bus depot. The walk up and talk to me, but between James and I they cannot see the screen yet. I greet them and we talk for a minute. They begin to suspect something and lay into James, asking him a bunch of questions and stuff. I intervene: "Look, you need evidence to accuse us of a crime, and I know you don't have any evidence because there is no crime going on here." I say one or two more things before I make a joke. They all laugh at it, and I quickly switch to a friendly demeanor. I turn around and James has Netflix pulled up on the terminal. The five of us stand there for a while talking and watching Netflix.
...
I am with my dogs. I am hugging and petting Spencer and Sidney. Sidney is really into it. He begins circling around me and rubbing his fur up against me. I bury my face in his fur and give him a bunch of kisses. He whispers in my ear a few times while I am petting him: "I love you." I respond audibly, "I love you too Sidney!" I hug him and kiss him. He is incredibly happy to see me. It is great to be with my dogs.

December 26th, 2014

I'm in a residential setting. I meet this kid about my age. He is male, a little taller than me, a little older than me, and pretty average. We are in a city fractured by water, the way Fort Myers or Miami are. This city has a residential district on one peninsula and a downtown district on another peninsula, separated by a river or bay and connected by a bridge. It is nighttime and the water is black. The city is made of dozens and dozens of skyscrapers, all lit up. We drive over the bridge into the downtown area. On the left is a plain concrete building, but which has interesting geometry and trees planted around it. We park in the road and walk over to the building. It is a public tower, almost like a parking garage. It has outdoor patios with small trees planted in them at regular intervals going up the building, which cause the size of the building to step down as you go higher up. We climb the stairwell to the first patio. A group of girls are hanging out. They're very friendly and they approach us to introduce themselves. We are conversing and some of the girls come onto us.
We climb the rest of the way up the tower and the girls follow us. It's so high up here! The skyscrapers look beautiful, outlined and illuminated with lights of every color you can imagine. You can even see the massive lake that sits on the other end of the downtown area. I walk over to the edge and look down. I see dozens of people walking around the plaza below. They're incredibly small, but still identifiable. I look to my friend and ask him if I can try. He unballs the suit and hands me a piece. The piece I'm holding is clear plastic and in the shape of the wings. "Let me go once to show you how it's done."
"Okay!" He stands near the edge of the tower for a while. This blonde girl is sitting by the edge. She tells me about her foot. "I hurt it at F-something Festival today. I stepped on glass or something."
"Awe, that's terrible! They usually do a pretty good job making it safe to go around barefoot."
My friend walks over to me and says "Let me do it from a lower level to get over my middies and then I'll go from the top." I feel skeptical.
"Okay," I respond.
"Meet me on level 54." He starts off and everyone parades down the stairs after him. He walks to the edge and steps on the ledge. He spreads his wings out and stands there. There is absolutely no wind. He slowly tilts forward until gravity takes hold and his feet leave the ledge and he begins gliding. He glides so flat! I am surprised at how far he goes forward for each foot he falls. Suddenly he gets stuck in the very top of some trees. I didn't even see them before he ran into them. They're planted a few stories down on another patio. I yell to him and try to help him inch worm out of the tree without damaging the suit. He just squirms aimlessly until he falls out of the tree.

We’re definitely out of the lull, but readers will be very hard pressed to figure that out based on our results today, especially seeing how many of these top words are not anywhere close to their all-time peaks. Despite all that, there are some linguistics phrases of interest: Group 1: Humans are advancing, but you’ll never know it if one watches lamestream mass media for their daily news. I mean, we have yet another newscaster admitting to SERIOUS allegations of falsifying news: BRIAN WILLIAMS goes down in flames: http://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/...story.html

As far as humans advancing, this is a possibility: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/nhs/1139...sight.html  "A scientific breakthrough could herald an end to the common cold, after researchers found a way to “jam” the genetic code and stop the virus replicating."

But I have a question: WHY does it always have to come down to drugs and vaccines?! "However, that day could be some time off, with trials on animal viruses required before scientists are able to develop a drug which acts on the signals in the genetic code."



Group 2: Stuck Dizzy February. Hmmmm, group 1 just said we were advancing secretly, but Feb might look and feel like we’re stuck in a loop…groundhog day. Remember the hamster wheel of earlier runs?

Group 3: I see this is a yet another warning of the coming entertainment event. I could be wrong, but MESS RESTAURANT ISSUE seems to ring a definitive tone. Also the read the lingo that follows that…it sounds like reality IS created during dreamtime, and the coming restaurant mess was voted upon.

Group 4: Yikes. A super young “Terrorist” for the restaurant/entertainment mess?

Read it and weep: Comp and competition have finally fallen off their high horse. I guess bowl season is finally over. Now humanity can get back to cooperation….maybe. Or perhaps everyone’s too enamored with Bruce Jenner slowly transforming into a woman.


UPDATE ON NEW WEBSITE:
Good news – phase one is complete, which means the developer has given me the bare bones structure. I was able to transfer all the current DreamBase dreams into the new database (it was a WHOLE LOT more complex than it should have been, but it’s done. All the users are input as well, from both the DreamBase and the Forum.

What’s Next – Expect a few people to help vet out all the issues while I put some content and clean everything up. Then, it’s phase 2. There are simply too many tweaks that must be made before going public, and I expect when our initial users comb through the new site, they will find even more tweaks. So phase 2 is expected to be much shorter, but will make all the changes necessary before going public. Based on this, I hate specifying a date because I saw how phase 1 transpired….it was a rollercoaster. So barring any big issues going forward, I hope to divert the world over to the new site starting early March. Could be sooner, but it also could be later. It just depends on how many showstoppers we encounter and how long they take to fix. Everyone be well and keep dreaming!


   


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