right so this is going to sound like a random set of madness, but as a few things stood out really shockingly i will try to at least list the words images and sensations.

Dream- a fully clothed young charming man with light red hair and glasses was sort of posing at the side of the bed i was actually sleeping in with the covers sort of draped over his legs. He said he was a journalist a from a " something with 2 syllables , scathwatcher or gawk catcher" its gone now. he said laughingly that you don't want to be drunk when you are dealing with those guys. Maybe spy catcher….and he did bare a striking resemblance to Edward Snowden. then there was some sort of alluring feeling and he tried to kiss me. I suddenly came to my senses and said 'you are not my husband' (who is a journalist) at which point i smelled the most beautiful perfume i have ever smelled. It was so amazing that i woke up. -

I was almost expecting someone to be spraying perfume in my face. I have certainly has sense experiences in dreams like eating great food or cool water etc.. you know the sort of thing but this was so heavenly and strong i could still smell after i woke up. I also had the feeling that someone had waved this over me and it was a man in a black cape, but for a split second. I went back to sleep.

Dream-I walk down an unknown to me corridor to get my husband and i find him in this beige brown bathroom standing clothed and furious in a bath full of dirty water holding this massive angular vase with dirty stalks of bamboo left in it, that he said spilled everywhere. Even though the door was open there was water knee deep in the bathroom. And there was no way a vase could have contained all this water. Finally he walks off into this really brightly coloured room, a bit brothel like, with all this crazy red silks and pink stuff, he offers me a present of this horrible top as a present, made of like women's tights and turns away from me and sleeps although now its daytime, i look out the window and realize we are quite high up with a big window in a tower block. I accidentally snag the top on a wooden splinter on the table. then all of these people are suddenly in the room, friends and people i like chatting, telling jokes. One friend says her father -in law, phil accidentally ordered a coil instead of a burger because he made a mistake in french. she thought it was hilarious but we were polite but a bit puzzled. just before i wake up, this scenario is wiped from my sight and a huge angry face with his index finger pointed, touching the middle of my forehead like a gun, i thought it was a gun first (nose to nose) black and brown, with furrowed lines on his face shouting 'you will forget this'.. i woke up and at this point realize there is a huge and important thing i have had plucked from my memory. (And i have no idea now but the words elephant and banana come to mind. no sense there for me.) — this may not be relevant at all.

just one cultural clarification, expressions cannot be directly translated. they make no sense at all. So in french the expression 'the straw that broke the camels back" is translated as the last drop of water that make the vase overflow' i don't know if its relevant.

thanks (the most sensational was the perfume though)

Well this unfortunately happened.
http://www.cnn.com/2015/01/28/us/body-pa...index.html
It relates to the 1-22nd and 1-23rd runs.
I wonder if lounge and massage had anything to do with it. Could this be a "John" thing?
Also, we had Giants for a few days. I was thinking New York with the blizzard but this happened in San Francisco, also Giants.
I have not looked which days had Giants. Would Giants work even if they are not listed on the same days?
Sad, very sad.

I had several really weird dreams last night. I guess weird dreams wouldn't be a new thing for me, but it's really hard to make anything out of these dreams at all. Maybe because the dreams are broken... I've been having neck problems and woke up several times in pain with a stiff, sore neck.

The first dream started out with me running away and trying to hide from something by jumping into the ocean. I held my breath as long as I could, but when I began to hurt, I accidentally gasped to find that I could breath under water. So now I was swimming in the ocean watching all of these earth changes when I come across two islands. There is a giant on each island and they begin to fight, but when they see me swimming, they both fall all over themselves trying to catch me, but I am able to swim away swiftly because I have become a mermaid.

In the next dream, I was in a house with my husband. We were not getting along and I was trying to watch a movie on a large television. He was acting like a jerk, so I left where I was to watch the movie in a crowded public place (Some open area filled with people with a large TV just hanging out in the open), but after I left, he came looking for me, and once he found me he would not leave me alone, insisting that I go back and watch the movie with him. I was really tired of him being so ugly to me, so I told him I would not... Some time later, I notice that the people around me were different. They were being replaced with "fake" people. This really freaked me out, so I ran from the crowd hoping to find a group of normal people. As I ran, I felt like maybe only 50% of the people I saw were "real" people and the rest were some kind of odd doppelgangers. I looked into the sky and saw these planes flying over us. They released lines of fluffy yellow-orange stuff. It reminded me of shaving cream the way it came out thick and fluffy and then expanded, and I thought to myself "My God, they are going to block out the sun and we're all going to die!". Then I notice people being captured by the "fakes" and I can now recognize the fakes because they have yellowish-orange lips to match the stuff I saw in the sky. So I ran into a bathroom. Its my mother's bathroom from the home I grew up in and her makeup is spread out all over the counter. I worried about getting into trouble for messing with it, but didn't feel like I had much of a choice, so I dug around in her makeup until I found a yellow-orange colored lipstick. I put it on and walked out trying to blend in with all the fakes. I had to walk in a stiff robot-like way in order to blend in, but broke my cover when I saw these fake people gang up on a family with small children. I fought with the fakes knowing that I wouldn't win, but had hoped that it would buy the family enough time to escape. As a result, I was captured and sent to be punished. I was thrown in front of a man who was an Imam but he was wearing a hat that looked like a Pope hat. It was white and had a gold cross on top of it. I was told that I would be punished in one of four ways and they spun a wheel which had 4 shapes on it. The arrow landed on a triangle and they informed me that I would be punished by fire. They guided me to a tiny structure that looked a bit like an outhouse with a spiked seat in it. They were going to strap me to the torture seat and set me on fire, but I woke up.

The last dream I had was probably the weirdest of all... I had become friends with a giant. We were having a good time talking about all sorts of things. I can't remember all of what was said, but I recall the giant being really funny, and he was so big, he could pick me up with thumb and forefinger. Anyway, he told me that he wanted to "take me out"... so he dropped me into a blue and green balloon and blew it up a bit, then put that balloon into another black balloon and blew that one up all the way then tied the balloon to a string and walked outside with me. I could see him walking around with the balloon in his hand in my mind, even though all I could see inside was black. This really, REALLY upset me, because that kind of darkness scares me. But I held it together for a little while. Eventually, I started getting upset thinking that maybe he had forgotten that I was in the balloon... and then I got angry that he was acting like I wasn't a little person with little feelings in there. I mean, sure, I was a lot smaller than him, but I was still a little person! (As I'm reading what I write, "Horton Hears a Who" comes to mind...) Anyway, I start kicking at the side of the balloon I'm in and screaming for him to let me out. Then there is a pop, and I am floating around in the other balloon. It looks like outer space in there, but there is light now and I can at least see my hands a bit... but after a while I start getting upset again and begin yelling for him to let me out. He tells me that he thinks this is a bad idea and that he didn't think I was ready to come out, but I explained to him that I really didn't like being in that balloon and I was worried that he was going to forget about me. Suddenly there is another pop and I am sitting on his shoulder. The light was burning my eyes, probably from being in the dark so long, but when my eyes adjusted... I looked across a beautiful park to see two lizard men playing chess.They were playing chess with little people like me, which gave me the creeps. I was worried that if they captured me, I might become a toy or chess piece too...

I have no idea where to post this. I think it may have a lot to do with some of the things we have seen recently.
http://www.denverpost.com/nationworld/ci...y-sting-be

(I do realize my dreams, so far, are not exactly pre-cog, but - rather - trips, visits and experiences with both the living appearing in another state of consciousness, together with those who have already transitioned (passed on). These are limited experiences from last night, per my notes. My recall was poor. There had been many other experiences, but I have no memory. Additionally, I had used the SAM for about 10 minutes before entering the sleep state.)

Former friend Rick (among the living) appeared, explaining he had been hired to host a party at an upstate New York community center. He asked if I would join him there. I agreed. I headed off to the destination, in a "vehicle", then, developing brake troubles. I pulled off into a service station, where the attendant, after examining the vehicle, indicated the problem was chiefly tie-rod ends, not the brakes. I was puzzled as my problem had been "no brakes". It seemed I would be stuck there. Then, the Cosmic Jukebox began to play, as linked below.

THIS MORNING, ABOUT 3:15 A.M., I AWOKE WITH AN EXTREMELY DRY MOUTH AND GOT UP TO GET A GLASS OF WATER. I RETURNED TO BED. SHORTLY THEREAFTER, I LOOKED UP IN MY DREAM AND SAW A UFO.

THE VEHICLE WAS MULTI-FLOORED ATLEAST 5 FLOORS AND SHAPED LIKE A SPACE NEEDLE (AS THE ONE IN SEATTLE). IT WAS ILLUMINATED FROM WITHIN AND WAS ROTATING. THERE WAS NO NOISE COMING FROM THE VEHICLE. EXTERIORLY, IT WAS PULSATING IN SHADES OF RED AND ORANGE. I HEARD PEOPLE TALKING AND BITS OF THEIR CONVERSATION; TRICKERY, DECEPTION, THE WORDS 3X (3 TIMES), AND JUST LIKE US THEY SAID.

It takes a lot of skill to bait energy. The word Skill is a wow for me.  It’s climb today is rather impressive, but it has no solid support, so we simply say, “Look out.”


Archetypically speaking, we have a first today, which is that we are well above average on the positive side, well above average on the negative side, and ditto for Strength and Virtue. Not sure how to read that, but it could mean we are much more opinionated, stronger in our beliefs, less curious about learning and instead desiring for the outside world to conform to our expectations. For most people, the way I’ve described this sounds like a bad thing, but not always. There are definitely times in our lives when we must stand up for what we believe is right. At other times, its better to turn a bit more Yin, or quiet, curious. Right now, the collective is strong, outward, pushy, convicted. And when that happens…..oh no, you’ve got to be kidding me. Battles? War? When positive AND negative are wildly above average, we have ourselves a definite continuation of the so-called Good vs. Evil. Let’s see how that pans out.

And combine all that with Group 1: “Bait energy greatly fort focusing void generally risk.” In this case, Fort could be a military base (most likely US Army), or it could be a city such as Fort Worth or Fort Wayne. Somehow there’s great focused energy that risks annihilating (“void generally”) some Fort.  And then the source of the energy is the linguistics right after that: “Package outcome fire" (package bomb?)

Group 2: There’s that notion again of “stabilize” in combination with something monetary. We saw that just a couple of days ago: http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/s...ht=stabili  where “Stable stock loan twenty precious” got me very curious. It might be useful to put them side by side:

26 jan: Stable stock loan twenty precious [identify prison]
28 jan: Stability purchase loan received butter transparent dollar

Butter is used in cooking, as in “cooking the books,” which really matches “precious [metals] identify prison.”  The word LOAN and STABILITY are the two overlaps. There is definitely overlap, and so I’ll be investigating this a bit more.

Group 3: We have indeed seen drones going nova! I’m sure everyone’s seen the drone that “accidentally” crashed in the White House lawn, and I’m sure everyone’s seen all the AF drone operators quiting and leaving their post? And then there’s that Mexico drug running drone that crashed. This lingo is most likely day residue but it could indicate that drone stories will get even more bizarre and prevalent.


   

UP Words:     skill bait energy greatly fort focusing void generally risk package outcome fire hunt stability purchase loan received butter transparent dollar thrilled minds drones nova sticker twin string cast covering route companion weak shortly

DOWN Words:   conscious lounge class thank fail invited known numbers cat cousin teeth john figure awesome dragon up amazing bear sent scenario heroes revolution request sun lee should wild line man cake chocolate

V, in "real life", was my husband's best friend (my husband crossed over 6/11). V called today, excited, saying that he had incredibly "heard" from K (my husband). After an absence of dreams for a good long time, V, this past week, received dream visits from my husband, along with two others. These from my notes as he provided me with the details:

1) My husband "K" showed up, looking "in good health, strong, and vibrant". V said that he was disallowed memory of the communication, but understood that K was there to confirm protection, that he "had his back".
2) Then, V's long-time friend, Powell, showed up, (with his mother) in a separate experience. Powell had passed on from a massive heart attack 6/10. V had heard from Powell only once before with Powell appearing, dream state, explaining that he had died from a car accident. V explained to him that hadn't been true, that he actually had a massive heart attack In this second "visit", Powell explained he had a project making furniture from wood. There were several pieces around. Powell explained he had to MOVE them (that persistent MOVE theme, in another's dream-experience). Powell was acting somber. V decided to help Powell out by polishing a piece of furniture, which appeared to have a goldfish theme (another persistent theme in his own dreams). This was in a rural country setting, not familiar to V. Powell, at that point, turned to V and said, "My gosh, V, man that is beautiful" referring to the furniture just polished, and "V, you did great with your life, and you are in much better shape than I am (was?) regarding your accomplishments there". Powell started to smile, moving out of his somber mood, becoming joyful.

Next Experience: V was visited by our mutual friend Joe H., who had crossed over 12/11/14 (cancer). Joe appeared vividly to V, saying, "V, I AM NOT DEAD."

Of note, that is the most common initial message by our loved ones after passing over. Usually, they are emphatic and incredulous and excited, wanting to make sure that we know THERE IS NO DEATH.

Although it isn’t super convincing, I went ahead and established a Red Alert for sugary sweets. Cake is on top with just barely enough to qualify for a Red Alert, and just two support words in chocolate and donut. What’s really interesting, at least to me, is how Sherlock Holmes seems to be caught up in all of this. I know that dreamers actually dreamed of Sherlock Holmes and not those names separately because both words have exactly the same number of hits. (For those wondering why Holmes and Sherlock aren’t side by side since they have the same number of hits, its because the surge score factors in the historical chart in terms of how today’s count compares it’s all time high, it’s average, etc.)

Okay, so putting all those first few words together, it might go something like this: There is a wildly mysterious event happening in the world of sweets/cakes/pastries/desserts. Oh, and what type of food is normally served at a prestigious banquet/entertainment venue? Yes….rich desserts.

…and just below that whole group of words is lone. In today’s media, we’ve been programmed to automatically think of “Lone Wolf” or lone terrorist. This agenda is mainly to aid in the mentality of self-policing. If they get us scared enough about each other, then we’ll happily turn the freaks to the psychiatric wards or to somewhere with Big Brother. Anyway, look out of the a lone wolf (or NEWS of a lone wolf) in relation to the dessert mystery.

To me, only one other grouping stood out, and I annotated with the green 1. Let me know what I mssed.

   


UP Words:     cake chocolate holmes donut wild sherlock lone line comp mon heroes should class method motorcycle man package responsible clinic precious sharp cast vet code bare researchers squad clip bedtime dig average shortly tissue

DOWN Words:   self symbol worked process giant surrounded yellow great ship fun daughter dreamt cool scary gym sword contest sat fish birth beating void market repeat bite spider racing tractor hey fri congrats

In this dream my wife and I were living in an apartment in some sort of city. My wife came home and told me that someone was cooking (later turned out to be a pig) and giving away food.

I left to visit a friend and decided to go passed where the guy was giving out food. I was walking quite a distance. Going by a gas station, the price of gas appeared to be $2.75 but literally no one was actually filling up. The only cars I saw were parked on the side of the road and I was able to easily just walk on the street, which also seemed rather empty.

I ended up going into a tunnel and there was a line of people waiting. I continued walking to the end of the tunnel which ended in the basement of a building. The guy who was giving out food was cooking over an open fire in the basement and very few people were accepting his food.

There appeared to be a second line that merged with the first that went up stairs. I followed it up several flights. I noticed on every floor there were posters saying that government food was being given out, with a date I don't recall, but felt it was that day. The poster had bread as like a central sun with vegetables around it. No meat on the picture.

At some point, near my destination I decided to either jokingly or to look down the stairwell to see how far I'd come, not sure. The people just moved out of the way, no one tried to come after me or anything.

I got out of line and went to my friend's apartment where we ended up playing with old card games and physical toys rather than any type of electronic game system.

The atmosphere of the dream was a dingy yellow, but the world wasn't any dirtier than the regular world.