First up was open white space with nothing in it except a display cabinet that we own. We bought the cabinet in Europe, where it's known as a "kast". I mention this because the two words-cabinet and kast-pinged back and forth in my head with equal intensity. As I studied the cabinet/kast, the door opened and a man in a suit stepped out. He had not been visible throught the glass door until the door opened. Dark hair and he wore a dark business suit.

Next up, I was in a motel room somewhere, heading out the door to find something to eat. The TV was on and a newscaster was talking. I heard him mention a name: Dr. Alex Friar/Fryer/Pryor. Then there was something about "stepping down from his Cabinet seat". This confused me because I knew there was no one by that name who held a Secretary seat in the US Cabinet.

I was with my family traveling between our two homes, from our farm to another in the city at night time. It's winter here but there has been enough warm periods to melt the snow and now the land is dry and brown again. Driving into town i could see some big bonfires out in the farmers' fields, normally this is not too interesting and is a usual occurrence, but these were bigger than normal and there were more of them. We arrived home and weren't there for long before I became aware of the sounds of panic outside in the streets. I looked outside and saw what looked to be a very large fire burning a bunch of the high rise buildings. It was so bright it turned night into day near it. I've witnessed with my own eyes close-up what forest fires look like previously, and this seemed larger even than those. At first I was calm, thinking the fire departments would deal with it like they always do, there are sirens constantly passing our city rental house 24/7. Then I realised they were too busy, and I could see people fleeing in the streets away from the flames. I realised then that most of the city was on fire and that we should leave. I also realised right then, exactly how fast the walls of flame were moving and that they appeared to shoot up hundreds of feet in the air, as they moved forward with the speed of hurricane force winds. I saw someone had stolen my truck and thought, 'crap. how are we getting out now?' The next thing I knew, myself and my family were back out at our farm and could see the glow of the fire along the horizon, spreading outwards. We left our farm after collecting our mobile gear and livestock, and drove west across the wintery Rockies to the west coast to escape the flames. My sense of time placement during this entire dream is the fairly near future. At that point, I woke up. I went back to sleep fairly quickly and continued dreaming, this time myself and my husband were back in the Prairies, in the same winter, and near to the same time frame, but we weren't at home or in the city but in a rural area nearby during late afternoon. We were being our typical vigilant selves watching our environment and saw approaching in the sky from the west, very dark dense cloud formations that looked to be a very wicked storm, stretching the length of the horizon from south to north. There was strange greenish and white lighting shot throughout the clouds. The storm brought a great sense of oppression with it and a compulsion to leave the area to avoid it. Things got dark very fast as it rolled in. I pulled out and woke up when the sense of foreboding became too great to bear.

A man is courting me. In a tower with some type of equipment, an alternative type of medical equipment which I am supposed to use to treat people, this man wants me to try. He had found it somewhere and thought I could learn to use it. It is something with multiple level trays with each succeeding elevation of tray level a smaller size than the lower one, with cups set into the levels all around the rim in a circle. Every level the same except smaller than the lower one, sort of like it might be a fancy buffet serving thing, only I haven't really seen something exactly like this.
The man is both courting me and trying to help me treat people more effectively. He is a tall and well-built man, sort a clean mountain-man. He is a bit of a loner but rugged and good-looking and rather sweetly attentive to me. At first I feel nothing but how am I going to turn him down gently but effectively? But then some of his charm starts to work on me, and it confuses me. I wasn't looking for this and what am I going to do with it? All of this sort of feels out of order, a bit distracting from something else I am trying to do. I am in this circular tower. It is crowded with people. I think originally I was in there doing my medical stuff (whatever it is) and then they came and are doing technology stuff. Everything feels very unusual—all the equipment is unfamiliar as are our objectives medically and technologically, and the way we are trying to do things. In this hubbub, this man is trying to ignite a romance—it is a really strange side note.
Earlier I had been cutting through neighborhoods where trouble had erupted. I talked to a woman who was worried and afraid. She'd put everything into buying her house and now there had been riots and she felt unsafe. There was spaghetti (pasta) all over the lawn and street. I tried to reassure her and listen to her fears. Then I moved on.
The world felt very different, turbulent and busy with people trying to respond to unpredictable events.

Just fragments: A procedure for cleaning the blood.
Highways.

Ben and Joan Coin have a premature baby. They they are not with their baby, but caring for another tiny infant for someone else. Joan hands the baby to me and I hold it in one hand and part of my forearm, close to my belly. Joan goes away and I hold the baby and while also watching my dog in the lobby of a hospital. The baby's tummy gurgles and the she poops copious amounts, some of which gets on my sleeve, but it is unimportant in the scheme of things. A furry little long-haired dog, mostly black and silver, comes flying at my dog and jumps onto his back and hangs there. Meanwhile I have dropped the leash and scramble to pick it up again. The dogs don't fight, and the people with the dog come and get it.

12-7-2014

Project Ano default intention

"Birth Stopped the Numinous Process and Replaced It..."

I was speaking with a nun, not sure if she was a physical person or an entity that had been a person who lived.
She was describing a process of transformation within her, and of her life, which had taken place and which had given her life its meaning. She quizzed me about my life and was showing me how she believed it was the same for me, i.e, implying that I was undergoing the very same transformational process.
She had become an outlaw of sorts, learning to tune in to her own higher authority within. She had ended up helping people pass through borders illegally as a result, in order to save their lives and in order to help them achieve their ownlife's purpose(s) when the lives that governmental laws had consigned them to were preventing them from expressing their lives fully as spiritual and human beings. As full powerful creative human beings. She had been a nun who followed rules, but she reached a point where she could not follow along with anything anymore that ket people from their power and beauty and kept them in servitude to life-killing or spark-killing lower laws.
She was an impassioned burning person while at the sam time possessed of strength and great calm. very compelling.
She asked me about my interests, gardening and writing and nurturing, and when I told her how I'd been very interested in gardening but it had begun to change and though I was still interested, it was somehow with a different meaning to it, not about growing food or beautiful flowers or even the mechanics of it or being out of doors. I showed her in my mind the image of growing a small plant and watching it become a full grown head of cabbage, healthy and round. I was showing her, I think, how it wasn't the physical aspect of gardening that interested me anymore, not the production of food, but the process alone, the process of transformation from spark through to complete fruition of it's potential. As I did this she had a look of knowing on her face, as if SHE was showing ME, by going through describing to her what she already knew: I had undergone the same type of transformation as she and was now beginning to operate as she did in the realm of true purpose. Now I was beginning to do things revolutionarily, looking for my own answers deep within the nature of things and within my own being, upon my own authority. In other words, some would say an outlaw like her, as external reasons for doing things begin to lose meaning or importance in the scheme of things.
She asked me about writing and nurturing, and it all pointed the same direction that showed how I was like her, seeking inner core truths that would release me from following the superficial dictates of my time, place, and station in the world.
All this conversation took place within a large old castle or monastery/convent, partly within gloomy cold stone halls at a table, and partly outdoors on the convent grounds, which were also darkened (evening). There were other old nuns about, sort of half-listening to our conversation, either used to this non-conformist nun's odd ways or not listening enought to notice and finding it all quite normal. Which it was, kind of. The nun I spoke with had great dignity and earnestness, joy of life, and intensity. She seemed quite at home in the outer trappings of a religious devotee whilst carrying a quite seditious new purpose of freeing people spiritually. This woman was completely committed to freedom.
What was quite mind-blowing was all the metaphors within metaphors. Everything was pointing to the same thing: She was me, I was her, the image of the plants developing to their full expression was what she and I were doing as well, and everything was going on on many levels simultaneously.
I forgot to say clearly how she was still currently, passionately, involved in her mission of carrying people illegally over borders in order to help them live the life that would befit their highest self expression/fruition, and of course I am one of those people to whom she was being my Soujourner Truth, my outlaw guide of a higher calling. It wasn't just that she was physically conducting me over a border, it was instigating within me a new interpretation of my life, while guiding me physically to a new destination.
The birth process was yet another metaphor within metaphor: my having given birth and helped others to give birth. She said something about the "numinous process", birth having stopped the numinous process, although I felt the meaning of her words almost was opposite to that: that birth started the numinous process. I think what she meant was that it was a catalyst whereby one process stopped and another within it took precedence and came from within it to light it up with a new meaning. So for instance, the birth of a baby was really the birth of a mother, if that makes sense, and the birth of a mother-child relationship, as well as the birth of the baby. Birth is not just about babies being born in other words, it is about birth of the Self. (Within the baby, the mother, the father, the family and so on and on.)
One last bit was the image of pollen impregnating with the spark which ignites (the fruit to be).
Emotion: intensity, passion, power.

I heard, "New York City, New York."

I am viewing my husband and I in a window view. We are standing in front of a house somewhere in the country side staring at a monstrous hour glass shaped object a short distance away. It is covered deeply with brown bees and more bees are landing on it. The top of the hour glass is cut off by the window view.

We've moved into the basement of that house. We are are unprepared. One of my sons and a friend have brought down a large basket of bread. A piece of plywood has fallen off a window and we don't have a hammer and nails to put it back up. There isn't enough time to go and get the tools we need.

There are many rooms in the derelict basement where there are holes in the walls and peeling wallpaper. I sense there are safer places down there than the room with the couch where the grandgirls are sitting; the room with the window that is missing its plywood cover.

I was standing on a high cliff edge looking down at a green valley below. I see the orderly layout of what seems to be a large town. I see the roof tops that are all the same size, color, in very neat tidy rows and the color of clean white beach sand.  I see people walking around. I do not see any automobiles.  From my place on the cliff it really looks like a cemetery. I think "

ADMIN INSERT:
Original dream in it's entirety:
The Library of the World

I was standing on a high cliff edge looking down at a green valley below. I see the orderly layout of what seems to be a large town. I see the roof tops that are all the same size, color, in very neat tidy rows and the color of clean white beach sand. I see people walking around. I do not see any automobiles. From my place on the cliff it really looks like a cemetery. I think “the valley of the graves?” No, that is not right. I seem to be zooming in visually. It is not a grave yard it is buildings! Small tiny houses, they have the look of ancient Greek buildings. I see a stereotype Native American man come out of one of the houses. Now I notice that all the people I see are stereotypes of people from many places. I have to go down there!
I look into one of the houses, it is completely empty, and I look into others. They are all the same. What is this? I see an Eskimo woman; I know this by the stereotype clothing. What the dickens does this represent?
She says: “These are the storerooms of all knowledge”. When she sees my questioning expression she says, “Step in and see.”
I step into a completely empty room; there is just the one room, only one door into this room and no windows. The floor is marble, the walls are white and smooth, as is the ceiling. There are no buttons or knobs to push or pull. I think; how does this work? The Eskimo woman says to stand in the center of the room and wait a moment. Now all the room lights up and I am standing in the center of moving pictures like a hologram. It is moving very fast.
This is what I hear: Welcome to the Universal World Library. What would you like to know? (Wow! What should I ask?)
I wake up! I am disappointed at myself for not asking one question!

Top Emotion
amazement
Has this dream come true?
Has Not Come True
Extra Notes
I had the impression that this place exist here on earth and is just as described. The discovery of such a place by common people would cause all kinds of waves in every type of knowledge. Just hope that the PTWTB can not/no longer manage to keep this knowledge to themselves.

127 words increased last night. That’s right at about normal, making yesterday’s 208 words that much more special. A few things have shifted over the last 12 hours. Apocalypse has tumbled slightly, taking it out of Red Alert territory, but there was no question it was there last night (both in terms of the old and new criteria).


Green Group #1 makes me think of the whole Sony debacle. The movie stars are being run over by a winter train.

In Green Group #2, I think this holds probably the biggest news in the run. First, “Chinese” surges to a Cautionary level and it meets “Advice,” which suggests that the Chinese might be offering advice on something, making it a “Glad December?”

The last bit of interest, a low-level climb by this mini-phrase: DEFAULT LIKELY. DreamBot….master of the obvious. Default is guaranteed at some point, but WHEN?

   

UP: jim fireworks chain apocalypse today stars winter train advice chinese stories glad december pointed blow explain invisible months buy happening chicken default likely

DOWN:
forest ship cave fragment word dreamed cool reading test bar flew tonight sun noise power pool plane explore future river bridge

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