It seems none of the available browsers are allowing me to put in my dreams. So I hope this is the correct place to put them.
There are tons of dreams I need to put in, but I'll just start with the most recent - the one I had last night. Its really been eating at me for whatever reason:

In this dream I am standing somewhere looking at this HUGE clock tower. I feel like I am anxiously awaiting something, but I don't really know what. All I know is that it seems like I have been waiting FOREVER. I think to myself that the time must be really important, otherwise why would I even be standing in front of a clock tower? So I look up and I am shocked to see the face of the clock. The numbers are not 1-12, instead, I see 2001 -2012. I wonder what kind of strange clock this is that would count years instead of minutes and who would build something like this? And what would happen once the clock struck 2012? Whats more, I knew that 2012 had long since come and gone, so what was up with this clock? The dates on its face were somewhat recent... but the clock itself looked so very old.... and it had an old image on it. I've seen this image around ALOT, usually as some sort of home decor. The image of a circle where half of the circle was the sun and the other half was the moon. In the dream, it gave the clock a sort of medieval feeling... or at least to me it did.

Also, something else that seemed weird, the hand of the clock was wiggling, but not moving. It was stuck on 2011. For some reason this REALLY upset me. I just sort of cocked my head to one side as I watched the hand wiggle, hoping in my mind that it would straiten itself out. Maybe it was my OCD, but it seemed like everything about this was driving me nuts!

Then I looked down just in time to see some shady looking figures go into the base of the clock tower. I felt scared for a moment for some reason and paced back and forth for a bit until I decided that I wasn't scared, I was ANGRY. I got SO ANGRY that I could feel my cheeks burning, so I went into the base of the tower after them.

Once inside, it was very dark, but I could see many people in there fiddling with the clocks mechanical guts. Many of them were hunched over doing things that I couldn't quite see because they had hooded capes on that blocked my view, but then there were others dressed in very fancy clothes.

I watched one nicely dressed man in particular walk up several flights of stairs, and very calmly throw a great, big wrench into the gears that, I guess, moved the clock's hands. I wanted to scream at him from the top of my lungs...not out of fear, but out of anger. Just before I did, some guy grabbed my shoulder and shook his head. I complained that I was going to miss "The birthday party" because of these jerks, but he told me not to worry. I just needed to wait a bit longer because one of two things was going to happen. Either the wrench would snap in two and the clock would continue, or there would be a huge explosion and the guys messing with it would end up accidentally blowing themselves up . Either way, the clock would reach the end of its cycle. Until then, he said, I needed to go home and prepare for the party. I decided that he was probably right. It seemed like it was going to be an awesome party and when I took a second to observe myself, I saw that my clothes were a bit raggedy. I wanted to go home and find something nicer to wear, fix my hair and fix up my makeup... in fact, when I realized how horrible I looked, I felt a bit embarrassed to even be out of the house. I was sure that with a bit of work, I would be the life of the party, and got really excited thinking about it!

I left the clock tower with the man and decided to look back at it one last time before leaving. When I did, and saw the hand wiggling as if it were really struggling to hit 2012, I wondered what would happen after it did. Would it then reset to hit 2001? I was just about to ask the guy about it when I woke up from a good slap to the face from my new baby.

Our half duplex was situated right in the middle of a big parking lot. Luckily we had a reserved spot. Our friend was renting to us. He also had the other side of the half duplex. We wanted to buy out our unit and the other one so we could rent them out, but he did not agree to that.
I worked about ten blocks away, seemingly in a meat packing plant. I walked there. I was going home for a quick break when the weather turned nasty. The sky turned black and I knew there would be a thunderstorm. I took shelter in a stairway, leading to a Chinese woman's apartment. I visited with her briefly. I think we had some deep conversations about life and what I needed to do. I moved on. The weather was already better. When I came home there was a very pretty Filipino woman there cutting my husbands hair. He was dressed in a full green military camouflage uniform that bordered on ceremonial, complete with a wedge hat. Our friend was also there in the other part of the duplex, seemingly preparing it for renting or selling. His truck was parked in the parking lot.
I told my husband I would be back for lunch and scurried off back to work. When I got there a table turned on its side was blocking the way in. I got around it and went back to work.

(I am finding that if one is to wake up, either deliberately via alarm clock or spontaneously, after about 5 hours of sleep, then, returning to sleep, there is a better chance of the dreamer moving out of body for trips to and from other realms. This experience occurred after I awoke briefly spontaneously after about 5 hours of sleep.)

(Continuous theme): My husband arrived, and we were once again at a casino, in a setting not familiar to me. I sat on the right and he on the left, at a bank of slot machines. He gave me $10.00 to play. I put the bill into the machine, and nothing happened. It was a five-line Diamond machine. It looked old and not-functional. I wondered how I could get my money back out of the slot machine, when it transformed. It became a lively electronic machine replete with bells and whistles and special imagery after the wheels spun. I played for awhile, in awe over the imagery. Then, we left. My husband I were transported to his mother's St. Augustine, Florida house (she passed 6/96). We were now living there. We left the truck-van outside and went into the house. I realized I had forgotten something, and returned to the truck at the curb. I got into the truck, and had some trouble starting it. Then it started, and I decided to move it. Suddenly, the scene changed and I was driving to my/our existing property in another Deep South state. I looked out the window in surprise, seeing that for as far as the eye could see, everything was covered in about six inches of snow. And, it was still snowing and icy. I pulled the truck over to park, and had much trouble walking on the terrible ice.

Next Scene: I am in a kitchen not familiar to me. I am baking something in a big, brand new and beautiful stove-oven. My door opens and in comes Vic (still among the living). She is talking a mile a minute. Vic goes into another room adjacent to the kitchen; and I decide to check on the item baking in the oven. I open the door and outside slides my Tres Leche cake, onto the floor, top down. I am aghast. I do not want Vic to see the cake catastrophe, as I had planned to give her some. Also, the cake was to go to another friend, as a gift. I could see the sweetened condensed milk on the bottom of the cake in its clear Pyrex baking dish. I turned the cake up right and saw that it was fully baked. I tried to salvage the cake from its fall, trying to make sure it was not coated with any debris from the floor. It looked fine. I looked into the oven and saw that it was full of books. Who would put books into the oven? When I slid the cake pan in, one end tilted onto the books I had not known were there. When I opened the door, the whole pan had slid out because of this.

I woke up hearing a sing-songy male voice repeating over and over again, "Pop, Pop, Fizz, Fizz, oh what a relief it is." What the heck?

WOW!


At first glance you don’t see anything particularly exciting do you? There are no Red Alert level words. Everything seems quiet and boring….but wait!

This is day #2 for Giants, and it’s surge score is actually higher than yesterday. It’s not too unusual to have a word be present in back to back runs, but having scores like these actually increasing is quite rare and what might be described as “Hyperbolic,” as indicated from my graph.

   

Okay, so yesterday, we had giants coming in convenient portals, and today, we have unusual giants that are apparently frozen. Question: Is the ice the portal? Recall Edna’s dream about the library of knowledge being somewhere under the Alaska Ice (http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/s...ght=Alaska) I’m wondering if we’re talking about the same thing here.

Also, group 2 just seems important, but I can’t quite put a finger on it. But check this out: Christmas finally drops out of the hunt….whew, that took a long time. I guess day residue hangs around longer than I thought.

Probably the biggest section of all is Group 3, where we might have a precursor to the Giant Ice Portal: The time marker preceding that will be “Explain ice elevator action BEGIN BOAT ACCIDENT.” Lemme break this down.

"Explain ice elevator action" --wow-- doesn't that sound like a portal? Then "Begin boat accident," which is something we’ve been talking about recently (the ocean accident and/or oil rig problem). If the linguistics is accurate here, once the boat/ocean/oil deal comes out, then the portal opens (which is confirmed by finding giants in the ice). Make sense? Probably just me with my typical divergent, creative thinking!
 
Everyone have a wonderful NFL weekend, and remember that TOM is just about ready for manifestation.

   


UP Words:     activities pub giants fri frozen unusual level fun sight reality remove tools updated wine jobs agree tar naked during blank one there woman skin joined january girlfriend canyon imply path note breath sent

DOWN Words:   tattoo field cards four sleeping flew pool wallet beat lobby hours track downstairs witch packed void lover apartment wedding christmas apparently explain ice elevator action begin boat accident attempt milk sun ship wed 2014

I can get into the DreamBase to enter the dream but the calendars don't work for me....


January 16/17, 2015 AM – Incoming

Two men in black suits, white shirts and ties are riding in the back of a speeding white panel van on a road through a desert scene that has low mountains in the background. They are watching a large screen that shows a small patch of red and black that looks like a radar image of an explosion. Also on the screen were many fluffy contrail lines extending toward the radar image. At the top of each line was what looked like a rock. Something was incoming. They knew where it was going to land but they didn't know from which coordinates it would arrive, which seemed to be a big problem.

Notes: I was thinking Arizona, US. I had a slight intent of July but the dream felt more immediate, like within three weeks. After the dream I thought that the contrail images (about 10 of them) looked more like something going than coming.

Sherriann’s going to like the top of this run because she’s already brought to my attention the obstinate and growing bathroom meme (Toilet, Ass wallet, Bathroom, Blows Bowel, and now Plumbing). I also notice that our archetype indicator has swung highly negative. It appears that humanity is seeing a turn towards what might look like a flushing down the drain.

Setting the crapper meme to the side, I’m mesmerized by group 1, where Giants find a convenient Portal. Another worrisome grouping is #2, where there’s some verbiage about a new marijuana law to be voted upon in (JULY?) What in the heck is July doing in our run in January? This isn’t the first time we’ve seen July, and so it might be worth some intentional dream incubations about July.

Here’s something else that’s strange: 2014 and 2015 are situated right next to each other with almost identical surge scores (They didn’t make our top rung, but they are just below our list here). Is 2014 coming back to haunt us? It’s definitely odd to see 2014 bouncing back for a day like this.


   


UP Words:     rail plumbing trick convenience portal giants bathroom canyon packed playground border milk thanks notified wrapping waiting pot pleased unlike decision delicious vote level tar class july analytics prepared joined generic 2015 2014 remove
DOWN Words:   moon tries waking dying around says ice background calm focus begin locker taken looks bird pregnant chinese shore lucid deck sun dreamer than gab mon accident ocean lion annoying congratulations pier

Currently, I am experiencing some trouble with recall. The experiences simply vanish. This from my limited notes last night.

My husband and I were in a large parking lot of cars, in two rows, with an opening down the middle you would walk through. It appeared to be much as a car show. His brother, Erik (still among the living, best that I know; this is my second "Erik" dream in less than a week; I have not heard from my husband's brother in about five years) was assisting. Erik walked out of a small building, overcome with pain. He crumpled to his knees. It was clear he was having a heart attack. In the dream-experience, I was frantically running around looking for cayenne extract ("in real life", if a stroke, heart attack or shock patient is given this, they will easily recover), which I could not find. Erik's wife, Ruth, appeared with a cell in her hand, calling 911 for assistance.

1. I played around with two hats, one white, one black, looking in the mirror. I liked the white one better as it is my favorite color. I also had a type of hair clip (like a diadem or a tiara) that had a thin white veil attached to it. I wanted to wear it without the veil, but could not get it off. I put the clip my head on but could hear mumblings about getting married so I took it off quickly.

2. A woman showed me an old thick paper sheet with East Indian symbolism. It had lines down and across, and the headings contained pictures of figures. Each square in those lines represented a personality type with character traits and they seemed of old mystical kind. According to the picture on the sheet, I was a type of "sister" (not a nun, but more occult like maybe a white witch or seductress) all dressed in flimsy white clothes, mostly looking like a dress for belly dancers. She showed me the two intersecting lines and said their names, but I cannot remember them. They seemed to be related with cycles in nature and/or goddesses or similar, but I could not make out the exact context.

3. Had an intimate moment of cuddling with a former friend from grade school. I snuggled up real tight with her but we decided not to take things further as our husbands were in the other room. She pushed me away as I was starting to massage her shoulders, knowing already that the moment had passed. She was getting sweaty and told me it was a bittersweet moment. A guy came buy (maybe her husband or a friend of her husband) and was talking about having a threesome, as he had never tried it. I told him I had already tried it and wasn't interested.

4. We were out on the street. I was standing on the sidewalk or veranda with another guy. A woman (in our group) on a bike playfully pushed a guy on a bike and he almost fell over, but instead she fell (instant karma?) and he had to grab her arm to keep her from crashing to the ground. They were both laughing as she recovered and got herself straight again.

5. I was sitting inside on a couch and saw the smallest mouse I've seen. A kid reached out and picked it up, then threw it at me. I scorned him for doing so as I would get bit. I got bit while trying to put it outside, even though I tried to squeeze it's head so it wouldn't get to me. There was another mouse with bigger ears outside that jumped on me. I put that one back too. When I got back inside, there was a big friendly dog there that was begging for food. I petted him, but did not give him any as he was already well fed.

6. People were moving or renovating, I could not really tell. They gave me a hammer to fix an old tall dresser which had all the metal clips popped out of it. I got it mostly together, but it was really wobbly. A guy pulled out the top metal clip from the back of the dresser as it was embedded in a small part of the wood that was all rotted out. He wanted me to put the clip somewhere else where it would do any good. I found a place on the side where the wood had parted some and tried to attach it there. I put it in halfway and wasn't satisfied, but felt that I couldn't do any better and moved on to the other clips. I only finished two or three before somebody (maybe the same guy) took over.

Wow, was Nanny right or what? Group one pretty much solidifies that the linguistics was beckoning an ocean accident, and “Annoying Pier” is reminiscent of the disastrous oil leaks that happen every so often. Just so you know, we are in a major lull, but I remember last time that happened, and the seemingly lowly linguistics suddenly became more descriptive and accurate. Thus, I don’t like Group 2 either, which seems to indicate a series of explosive devices in a theatre building. Remember we are still waiting on the entertainment venue hiccup, and so now we have a clear overlap in lingo.

For group3, I have a link. Just remember where you heard it first: The NDC not only called the Ferguson protests contrived, but we did so ahead of time. This link is from the Washington Times of all places, and implicates George Soros as the man (and money) behind the civil uprising. What they fail to mention is how this dude has done it time and time again all across the globe. I’m enjoying the fact that it almost appears now like he FAILED this time! Uh oh, collective consciousness is rising too fast for the manipulators.

   


UP Words:     annoying pier ocean accident congratulations gab pizza scout theatre checkout devices building circumstances beasts party grounds suburban maintain wild nonsense belong tape organize animals cleared pops creature joining standard barrel ensure decorated elsewhere

DOWN Words:   appear oil beer smile bullets interesting snow good wave invited sun wow feed awesome cities support bear lightning mutual tar astral request icon remove alt ass generic wrapping notified awake

Intention: January Headline

At work in office bulding; ready to leave but waiting on co-workers to finish as we were car sharing. Somehow they left without me so I scrambled to catch up with them. I was not real familiar with how to exit to the parking lot so I followed some others who were leaving. Someone said the way we were going was secret or private (I believe for the executives), but I walked on out the building into an attached corridor, seemed to connect to parking garage. I could either go up one floor to the roof or stay on current floor. People seemed unsure what to do or where to go but I did not know why. The parking floor had a 3' wall around the perimeter and it was open above the wall and below the roof so you could look out. I looked out over the wall; people talking about how unusual the river water was quickly freezing under and around things (not sure why that was unusual), noticed thin ice floes moving in the river. (Didn't observe other buildings but had sense of small city or maybe office complex). Then realized no one knew where to go because of radiation or some hazard, although I did not hear any bomb. I continued to try to find a ride home. Many of us where looking out over the parking garage wall, and then felt the garage begin to tilt. With others I quickly walked to the stairs to go down. As we were in the stairwell, approaching ground floor, the heavy metal structure begin to cave in, and surrounded the stairwell, actually giving us some shelter from the elements, but blocking us in. There were 5-6 of us, mostly women, at least 1 elderly. People pulled out the food they had to share. One had a pound of sliced bacon. Someone else had what looked like salmon; she called it po or poe and said most people did not know it was also used as a food thickener. No one seemed very worried. People were wearing coats but not real heavy winter coats.

Background: this is very similar to another dream I had, slight variation. I thought I had posted it in the blog, but I don't see it there, so perhaps not. I did google 'po', I didn't find any po or poe food references, but there is a Po River that flows through Italy, including the cities Turin and Milan.