The PTB wanted to enforce people working out more. Somebody I know (maybe my dad) was there to work out with me.

I've been sick the last week or so; over the last week, I've repeatedly had dreams where I'm awake, in bed. While I'm "awake", I have no problems breathing, and everything is quiet and peaceful. My wife has repeatedly woken me up, because I'm actually snoring. I am not in a deep sleep state, because I immediately wake up, and wonder why she woke me up. I'm semi-lucid in the dreams, but don't realize I'm in a dream. I've caught myself a couple of times because I notice I'm having some trouble breathing in reality. After waking, I can totally tell the difference because I'm totally stuffed up and coughing.

At least I haven't found that I'm totally exhausted when I really do get up in the morning.

Dreamer Pat could not submit a dream, so I agreed to submit it into the DreamBase, but I can no longer submit a dream, either, and that is applicable to IE, Firefox, and Chrome. I can only get into the back end and download all the dreams. So as my designer is enduring through the coding challenges of our new site, we hold our breath to see whether the ol' DreamBase can last until the big transition.

So, here's Pat's latest sent via email:

i noticed one of my dreams was not recorded and when i tried to submit the second i could not connect. the first dream i was looking at some mountains, barren, like the rockies but i dont know where this was. of a sudden there was a horrific shaking so hard i could hardly make out the outline of the mountains. the motion was so violent i became nauseated. the second dream was a voice that said "may 20 or 22, NOT GOOD".

Another mini-lull was served up today, but the run is still poignant nonetheless. Group 1 is sure to strike fear in the city folk and Group 2 astounds me….Lightning is adjacent Electricity without the two having any resemblance in historical charts. There appears to be a generic male (almost sounds like geriatric male, or an older man) who is planning an experiment in the market place. And we also have a psychic notifying Jesus about something in the sea, which dovetails into the biggest meme of all in this run: Water Stuff (Sea, Boat, Ship, Bridge, etc.)


Yesterday, Nanny pointed out that the word “Oil” felt more like a problem with a deep sea oil rig. So check this out: Group 5 says, “Conscious careful wishing oil awakened days.” So, we have Jesus being notified about something in the sea, the water meme is overarching (i.e., those words are all moving aggressively, chaotic), and we're being cautioned about wishing for a non-oil technology. Something seems to be stirring and its quite noticeable even in a semi-lull state like we find ourselves now.

   

UP Words:     cities modify delete contest astral robin lightning electricity degree bridge box toilet move planning market experiment generic male beer psychic sea notified jesus bathroom wrapping than good ass panel square vessel often before
DOWN Words:   apart streets lucid invisible unknown boat noise sick cave nose ship picture stone shore hours hate growing gate twisted layer wallet smoking peek snow conscious careful wishing oil awakened days

My dream-contact from Pacific NW reports the following:

She had an extremely disturbed night of sleep. She kept awakening every hour, hour and a half, finding herself moving about the bedroom, re-arranging furniture that had fallen over during a large quake. She had seen the furniture seemingly come alive, as it toppled over everywhere. When she awakened each time, she discovered it had been a dream-experience. This occurred all night long, morning hours.

(SAM used for 15 minutes; intense and sweeping vibrational state ensued; but no separation observed; fell asleep.)

Hypnagogic: An image of a plastic clown "punching bag" ?

From early in the morning, per my notes: I am traveling on a dark, unknown road, in a very rural region. I decide to pull over into a motel and check in for the night. After unpacking (continuous theme), I then decide to go to the motel bar, and listen to music. In the bar, is an SOS type of group, singles trying to meet other singles. The women are artificial, loud and brash, competing for attention. On the jukebox, country music plays. I return to my room to sleep. Next morning, I awaken and begin to repack (constant theme). I hear people in the hallway, and I crack the door. They are saying a big storm blew through, and "didn't I hear the rain?". I had not, but I saw water intrusion through the roof, near an attic hatch in the room. A tall, chubby man, brown hair, blue eyes, glasses, knocks and walks into my room asking me if I had seen the island from my room window. He is the manager of the motel. I reply that I had not, walking to a separate room and looking out the window for the island. The "island" he was speaking of was a huge 12' diameter round plastic cushion, in aqua and white stripes, which he explained the guests used to "float around" on the water. I thought to myself that this "island" would surely be picked up by rip currents and carried out to sea, resulting in the deaths of all those partying on its top. Next to the cushion were various beach type chairs and tables. Cosmic Jukebox below, hypnapompic. Weird.

Hypnapompic: a brief image seen of a wet and sickly cat, black and white.

I came into an awareness and saw a white/gray cloud of energy(?) The cloud extended itself out like an arm and it was holding the earth. First it seemed like one type of energy holding the earth and then more and more were added. The feeling was that there was more and more support for the earth. Hopeful.

There’s something about a device, and it does seem to be connected to wallet and vessel. But the top word is ASS. It could be that everyone is pointing fingers to whom might be to “blame” for the lower oil prices, as if that’s a bad thing…oh wait, yeah, the only people who benefit from low oil prices are the meaningless people, otherwise known as us. Meanwhile, Russia and the Middle East are hurting because of the lower inflow of cash, and so they blame the West for the falling prices. Of course, the West is never to blame for anything around the globe (wink wink), and so they blame the OPEC countries for dropping the price (as if they like shooting themselves in the foot). It’s he said she said, as the world inches closer and closer to war.

Ah, therein lies the answer to this conundrum. No one can agree on who is dropping the oil prices, and so who benefits? The people who benefit from big war. The only people who could possibly enjoy seeing Russia and China go to war with the United States. Who could that group of people be?

What’s also interesting here is the word Device. In my opinion, oil will drop for real once REAL energy technology is finally distributed to humanity, and this COULD be one of the reasons for the drop in oil (if this current drop isn't fabricated). Perhaps the linguistics is telling us to “Support [the] Device [that will supplant] Oil.

Further down the list, Crystal is back and now we have Carol. The latter could be a continuation of the entertainment/concert venue (carol = song) or it could obviously be a name. Enjoy the rest of the run…

   




UP Words:     ass wallet vessel support oil device wishing class bag view cut had dream crystal sent difficult carol role wrapping streets plan days notified broken sleeping people colleague sometimes psychic chat random add sleep
DOWN Words:   tree scare man ship shore cake look hey lucidity cool air sat arm hunting say stick gate cave journal growing asian stone around up repeated nap jet mat april

This experience in from contact "Vic" yesterday:

Once again, took another 2 hr. nap. Anyway, first time ever, that I can recall.....had a daytime nightmare! This time Mike and I were on the edge of a precipice, overlooking water & he and I were standing way too close for my comfort - fear of falling in - so I moved back....then, and you know how dreams are....we were in a bedroom and a huge pc. of furniture basically came to life and it was going to attack us! It was moving all over - seemed like it even had arms swinging - it was a beautiful thing, very tall.....something like you would find in a Toscano catalog - rounded top, cross on top of it - very fancy.

(Misc. Updates: After "burning up" two, count em, two brand new portable CD players after putting only 60 minutes running time on each, I began anew with my TMI SAM experiment last night (using yet another new CD player). I listened to the SAM CD while entering the twilight state of sleep. Of note, there are no subliminals on the cds; rather, the technique uses music to balance both parts of the brain. I fully entered the hypnagogic state, then, awakened. Yipes! The energy erupting from the whole of my body was staggering. I cannot gauge the vibrational frequency I was then within. I reflected to myself, "Good God, it works1". Nonetheless, I cannot yet achieve full lucid separation; but I am determined to do this. I end up interrupting what is happening (panic) and - then - falling asleep. These gobbledy gook experiences last night. Little recall, and these from my notes. Note, there was a defined split-consciousness apparent, "here while there" same time.)

#1: I am in an unknown location, inside an unknown but slightly familiar structure which I cannot see. My father, "as he was in his 30s", comes through the door, with a brown paper lunch bag in his hand. My father crossed over in 2003. He was thrilled to see me, and I was excited to see him. The sense of love was so powerful, I felt I would be blown apart, physically. I have no other memory.

#2: I am making a cheesecake. I place the filling into a cheesecake pan, and note that it begins to immediately leak out. I tilt the pan to prevent this. I note that my brother-in-law, Erik (whom I have not seen or heard from in over five years) had washed my dishes, and had broken the cheesecake pan latch.

#3: I see a magnificent white stallion, brandishing a colorful pastel carnation collar. I am told its name is Pansy. I can only see her face.

#4: I see a huge precipice, a high rock cliff. There is a male guide with me, extending his hand. We will go down this perilous rock cliff together. He explains, "I am here to help you." Help me? I am thinking, other than steel guide wire and other rock climbing equipment, how is his hand going to help me not fall to our deaths?

#5: I am on the telephone complaining about financial service I had received "in real life". The automated voice (female) explains they are now assessing voice behaviors on the telephone, able to identify "distress", and gauge their responses to the customers in this way, even to the customers' detriment. I am horrified.