Yep, still highly negative with Starved, Evil, and Twisted. That was an impressive move for Starved, but not enough support to warrant a Red Alert. Granted, Drunk and Drinking could connect with Starved because drunk addicts can definitely be malnourished and, well, starved. Also, a hike can halt (i.e. be locked) when one runs out of nourishment. However, we stay conservative on this and avoid the Red Alert (while also inquiring as why the collective might be enamored with it. In my estimation, while all the talking heads see deflation in the bigger economy (aka falling oil and asset prices), food continues to climb in price. It’s a quiet starvation. Have you looked at your grocery receipts? Pull your last one out of your wallet and go find one from 2 years ago and compare. You might surprise yourself.


The groupings look interesting today. Group 1 seems to be seeing a strange square marking in the cities. Group 2 includes a Quartz (watch?) which matches Elyse’s new clock dream:
http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/s...hp?tid=545

…and then at the bottom, our orange, lucky, press agent has bit the dust! Pretty busy run for the Sunday dreamers.

   


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DOWN Words:   cold animals live aware bomb begin wedding flight pub sight surface space journal jacket court fly bike art tired leave fun chat fire 2014 frozen thanks yes powered moment plane orange giants currently lucky

Since I couldn't submit this to the dreambase, I'm submitting it here. I had no intention for this dream.

My dream started and I had parked my pick up truck in a parking garage. There was a security guard - he had the voice of one of the gritty cops from the early seasons of Law and Order, I can't remember the actor or character's name at this point. At the time, I did not know where I was. I have forgotten what the security guard said.

I don't know how, but I had now flown to Chicago. I don't know which airport, Midway or O'Hare. But I knew it was Chicago. I also don't know why I'd flown there. I was finished with whatever business I had, and for whatever reason I decided I was going to walk back. To Detroit. I don't know where Detroit came from in this case. I had a wristwatch, which was apparently GPS enabled. It did not specify directions, but it would show an arrow if I needed to go left or right.

I began walking. I was going through the streets. Occasionally the watch would give me a left or right signal, indicating I needed to turn. Sometimes it had me go through buildings. The architecture in the buildings was very odd; I would go up stairways, but the stairways were not straight; they were at 45 degree angles, and the stairway was a corner.

I finally got to a dead end. I was at the entrance to a military base. There were numerous other people, that were getting onto a tram. The same security guard at the "Detroit" airport was now a general, and was telling the contractors what they needed to do, in the same voice of the Law and Order character. Even though I had just walked up, I apparently had the choice of joining the other contractors and going onto the base. I decided at that point that I must have missed a turn, and decided I should turn around and go back to the airport and just take a plane back "home". (I should point out that while I was born in Detroit, I have not lived there in over 35 years, and have not had business in Chicago at any point).

While walking back, I noted the strange architecture that I had to go back through, where I was going up and down staircases that were the corners of the rooms. In some cases, there were tree branches blocking my way back that were not there on my way out. I went past a bicycle park on the way back that I had not passed on the way out. Everyone was packing their bikes up and locking them; they had put what looked like parkas around their bikes to keep them warm. I recall one man was telling his son "we need to get this done quick, so I can get home and play video games with my friends". The man was black and had a young son. The man was taking his son back to his car, it was a pick up truck. It was getting dark, cold, and windy. I myself did not have thick clothes or a jacket on, but I was fine.

Prior to reaching the airport, I came upon a park. The security guard/general with the voice form Law and Order was not in the park. He was a very distorted dward - short, but with an enormous head. There were two other dwarfs with him, similarly distorted with small bodies and enormous heads. I don't know why, but my sense of one of the dwarves was that he was a distorted version of the character Mick Shrimpton, from "This is Spinal Tap". The Law and Order character was telling me I could join them. The park was made up of very large cement pipes. The pipes were white, and large enough to walk into. Out of one of the cement pipes, there was an arm, where I apparently could go and grab the hand, and my sense was it would pull me in. The whole scenery of the park seemed very distorted. I chose to walk away. I woke up at this point.


Background:

I was born in Detroit, but have not lived there for 36 years, it is not home. I have been to Chicago, but none of the dream struck me as downtown Chicago.

I have not seen the show "Law and Order" in a very long time.

None of the dream struck me as being residual of anything from the previous day. My day was spent fighting fires to get an IC mask release finished from the moment I woke up. I did not actually get to look at much of anything on the internet. The only TV I watched was the LA Clippers losing to the Cleveland Cavaliers.

I THOUGHT I HAD SUBMITTED THIS DREAM BACK IN SEPTEMBER, BUT UPON CHECKING, APPARENTLY IT DID NOT GO THROUGH TO YOUR SITE. I DID, HOWEVER, EMAIL MY BROTHER INFORMING HIM THAT I HAD A DREAM ABOUT THE FOLLOWING EARTHQUAKE WHICH HAS NOT YET HAPPENED.
I BELIEVE IT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE (9/9/14) THE DATE OF THE EMAIL TO MY BROTHER (9/10/14), THAT I DREAMT THAT THERE WOULD BE AN 8.0 QUAKE IN ICELAND. I USUALLY SEND EMAILS THE FOLLOWNIG DAY. I HAD SEEN ON THE WORLD PREDICTION WEBSITE THAT THEY (HE) WAS PREDICTING A QUAKE BELOW THE BIRD (DUCK/GOOSE AS HE NAMED THEM) WHERE THE LAND STICKS OUT. I DID GO TO THE LAND HE THOUGHT THE QUAKE WOULD HAPPEN AND THERE, TOO, WAS A BIRD (DUCK) AS HE DESCRIBED.
I PROCEEDED TO CHECK THE SHAPE OF ICELAND IN THE TOP RIGHT QUADRANT OF THE LAND AND THERE WAS A BIRD (DUCK). I CONTACTED WORLD PREDICTIONS SUGGESTING THAT HIS PREDICTION MAY HAVE BEEN ICELAND, INSTEAD OF WHERE HE PREDICTED (A PLACE THAT ESCAPES ME AT THIS TIME). I RECEIVED NO RESPONSE TO MY SUGGESTION.

I AM SUBMITTING THIS AGAIN AS I SAW IN THE NEW THIS P.M. THAT A VOLCANO IS ERUPTING IN ICELAND THIS DATE THAT MAY CAUSE THE VERY EARTHQUAKE I PREDICTED. MY HOPES ARE THAT I AM WRONG!

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.

   


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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.


   


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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.