I know I read a discussion about the Concorde SST planes but I can't find it now(Search came back negative for the word) so I'm opening a thread to post this headline:

https://www.yahoo.com/travel/concorde-co....html?hp=1

Although this information may not be germane to the group's (and Eagle1istrative) focus, I thought it to be worthy of sharing. In 2007, I began to spontaneously vibrate during the sleep state (cycling around 31 cps). At first, I thought I was sensing mini-quakes. After the loss of my husband, the vibrations returned with much intensity (November, 2011). Quite frankly, I thought I was likely losing my marbles, and reached out to author-researcher Bill Buhlman. Buhlman was kind enough to write me right back, telling me to calm down, and that my chakras were now being "blown wide open". After performing mega-research into this phenomenon (Monroe, Peterson, Atwater, Campbell, and hundreds of others), I remained dedicated to understanding and controlling whatever was happening to me. I received the Monroe Institute's newest audio-technology a few days ago. On the date specified, I listened to SAM for just ten minutes before falling asleep. A short time later, while fully within the sleep paralysis state, I "awakened" to my heart beating around 300 bpm, and a roaring sound erupting from my solar plexus. It felt like horse hooves there. Yes, I was terrified, although I knew what was happening (ref: Dr. Steve Jones). I was disengaging fully from the physical, fully aware. Since it was the first time, and due to its violence, I brought myself out of the state in full panic. Eureka. It happened. Bad news...I lost my courage. Stay tuned. I'm going to try the new Monroe SAM out again tonight. Warmest regards. (In spite of all my planning, I did freak out. But, I'm an adventurer. Something, indeed, is unfolding. I want to know it all.

It's the beginning of a new school year and apparently I've agreed—signed papers to an agreement in fact—to distribute class materials, reading lists and such, to my classmates at least 3 days prior to the start of class. I discover this, of course, right at the 3 day mark, and frantically attempt to get my hands on said materials to distribute and the addresses of students to whom they are to go.
I think my sister J, briefly, is trying to help in this endeavour. We go to a row of attractive, new rowhouses and find one and knock. People are gathered there for the class. Another of my sisters is there only I don't notice right away, and when I do I am so surprised I gasp, and give her a big smile and go to embrace her. She does not allow me to embrace her and rebuffs me without returning my smile. She makes it clear she is here for the purpose of the class, not to see me. She is an assistant teacher or something. I give out what information I have.
Earlier I am in a school, there is a feeling of newness here: new building, new space, beginning of the year, class is meeting in a new space. The students are about ten years old. The teacher is a large, burly man with a refined air about him and a coy sense of humor but a good carring attitude toward the students nevertheless. He is talking about things on a couple of different levels. To the students he is relaying the day's lesson, and for me he is getting at something about one student in particular about how this student is like someone from history, perhaps the time period he is teaching the students about. I think it may be a connection to Nazi Germany (but this is not a villianization of the childe, that is merely the time period in question and he is loosely associated with. It is as if he is a bodyguard or valet to someone more "important" to the time, and in that life he did something, some small act, that actually turned out to be important in some way, and in this life he carries with him physical and emotional traits that are reminiscent of that act. I glimpse what the teacher is alluding to in the student as well. I tell the teacher that, and he says, "No! That is not the student to whom I was referring!" The one he did mean does not spark any kind of recognition or insight in me at all, while clearly there is some kind of carryover going on with the first one.

Our chart today does seem to be the second day in a row of very random words. I changed the Red Alert line because there’s a difference between having the required surgeness to qualify for as a Red Alert and actually BEING a Red Alert. Thus, any words above the “Look Out” line (the top red line) are those that have enough surgeness to be a Red Alert, but I’ll identify the actual Red Alerts with the typical star. The fact that December is above the red line is easily explained by this being the first day of December. Case closed…this is not predictive in any way.

The rest of the list is unusually random….even more so than yesterday. I circled “Grocery Weed” only because it sounded to me like the collective might be enamored with the new marijuana stores now in existence. There’s also “Apocalypse Hour,” but those surge scores are way too low to raise any flags. At best, this can support some dream overlaps.

In the Biggest Loser section, I think that “Sun” surprises me the most. It’s a very cyclic word, but it’s plummeting like a rock. Now, some people might suggest that “Sun” is simply short for “Sunday,” and since this is Monday, the plummet makes sense. I agree that it should decrease due to Monday, but remember a lot of people record their Sunday dreams on Monday, Check out the other date-related word, Sat….it’s decreasing too as expected, but not to the degree of Sun’s fall. So that argument fails when considering the history of that word. If today was Wednesday, you might have a point there.

Lastly, stuck energy…can’t disagree with that lingo, but how do we interpret it? The phrase is dropping in frequency, so does that mean that humanity doesn’t have stuck energy? Hopefully our future stats will help hone these important questions.


   

Lingo Laid Out:

UP:  december levels schedule stealing dealer experiencing unsure backseat quit spell grocery weed vacation parallel linked heads colorful dry particular apocalypse hour
 
DOWN:   shoes game sat vision profile alien kid fragment within stuck energy riding minutes request sun wedding

I was with my Husband, in a house in Florida, where I currently live, but the house was not the house we live in now. I noticed when I looked outside, that there was a LOT more water on the ground than usual. Not in the huge puddles terms, but more like lakes and ponds where there weren't usually lakes and ponds. I told my Husband it was unusual, and I picked up a map of the State of Florida to see if the bodies of water were supposed to be there. When I looked at the map, I was shocked. The map portrayed the entire State as being nearly completely engulfed in water. The most prominent features were; The thinner, Western part of Northern Florida looked very Delta-ish. It appeared as though a super-massive amount of water from the Gulf of Mexico had rapidly poured inland, all the way to the middle of the State, and had cut huge rivers, gorges, and water-filled trenches as it retreated..leaving strings of west-to-east islands in it's wake. The second most prominent feature was a super massive lake that lie in the middle of the State, from the Northern Alabama/Georgia/Florida border, extending all the way down to the Orlando area. It was very long and thin, but massive nonetheless. The rest of the State appeared to be completely water-logged, with most of it appearing to be submerged or super-flooded. Huge lakes and ponds were everywhere, separated only by thin land bridges. In my dream, I told my Husband, "That lake is HUGE! That CAN'T be Lake Okeechobee." At that point, I woke up.

Skip ahead to this morning 12/1/14.

I was dreaming that I was in a city, here in Florida. It was a coastal city, I'm guessing Tampa, but it didn't look like Tampa. I was with two friends, inside of a single-story bank. I don't remember what I was doing there, but when I left, I realized I had three cars, and needed to figure out how to move them. One of them was a Dodge Durango. I hopped in, and tried to move it, but for some reason, it refused to steer correctly, and it felt like it was having power steering problems. I hopped out, and told one of my friends of the problem. As my friend and I were discussing the issue, I noticed seawater creeping in from the East. It was about ankle deep, and was moving a little slower than I could walk. At first, I was confused, and then I looked up in the direction from where the water was creeping in from. I saw that everything was becoming flooded. I looked around to see what the tallest building was, and found a bank building that was about 30 stories, and appeared to have a look-out tower on the top that tourists could get a view of the city from. I told my friends that we needed to head to that building, and we started making our way towards it. The encroaching water was on our heels the entire way. As we got to the bank, I noticed that the bank was an ocean-side bank, and saw that the water from the ocean was moving like normal. Typical wave action...and not the source of the flooding. The encroaching water was coming from the opposite side of the ocean. There were people on the beach, and they were completely unaware of the encroaching water. I yelled at them that they needed to get to higher ground, and turned towards the bank to get inside and start heading to the lookout area. As I turned, I saw that the water was higher than ankle deep now, and it was starting to pour into the ocean. I got into the bank, and headed toward the elevator that would take me to the top. The elevator was full of people that were trying to get up there as fast as possible as well. As soon as the elevator got to the top, we all exited out of it, and I looked at the ground. At this time, my viewpoint in the dream changed, and I was suddenly looking out of an airplane window. I was sitting next to a man that was looking at his smartphone. I noticed the water that had been encroaching, was now receding. I asked the man sitting next to me, if he had heard if there had been any earthquakes in the Gulf of Mexico. He said there had been. I looked back out the window, and noticed that the water had receded in the Gulf a LOT farther than the shoreline, and immediately started looking for an incoming tsunami wave. Within seconds, I saw it. There was a large tsunami wave that was rolling into the land. It wasn't necessarily a massively tall wave, but it was hard to tell how deep it was from my viewpoint.

At that time, I woke up.

I am at a graduation. In a huge hall that reminds me of a movie theater with a concession area. It's a little tacky as far as ambiance.
I decide to sit by myself just outside the seating area by the concessions. I had been sitting in the eating area at a table with friends and a new, budding romantic partner, a tall person. This is hard to pin down: it is as if there are two people. One is a tall, young, white man who reminds me of Noah. The other is a middle aged black man who reminds me of Ralph. (Not sure about any of this, but it is as close as I can come.) So there is the aura of new romance, suitors, tingly sweetness and my suitor is in school or at a new job and has to get back to it. He catches me when I fall when we stand up. I continue to wait for him in the area. At first I sit at a table there, but the table begins to fill with members of a black family who is there for the graduation, and I realize they are going to need the whole table, so I move my seat to make room for them. I go sit by the entrance. Then, a tall white student who is graduating sits down by me. He is very grumpy and sullen about something. I ask him about it. He says he doesn't want to or can't graduate with the class. He points to the rest of them sitting as a group. I realize as we talk that he is very intelligent and interesting person despite his sourness at the moment. It is not clear if he is disgraced in some way or if they have displeased him. He has a white gauzy type of garb covering his graduation robes. It isn't really clothing, just some gauzy cloth wrapped around him. I try to cheer him up by appreciating him, responding to the intelligence in him as if that will make him feel respected and then interested in the event going on rather than just annoyed at everyone. I think it works a little, and part of him starts to enjoy the prospect of graduation.

Judy asks me to write an article for her—it's just a rewrite I guess. We are in a congested marketplace. I feel as though I have been here or trying to get through the various obstructions caused by people and things all night. Earlier, with M and Andy, we had been walking through and trying to give Fabio a walk. They were worried that he had not had enough walks today. I keep seeing some of the same faces as I walk through, especially kids.
Judy wants me to type up her article right there like it is no big deal but it is so crowded and more people keep coming in to this open air room that we are in, that serves sort of as a library/writing room. Several writers are currently jammed into the small space. I have to comb my wet hair first, and half of it seems to come out as I drag my comb through the tangled mass.
Then I am ready to start and I don't see Judy's manuscript that I am to work from. She says it is already in the computer. I just have to rewrite from there. At this point since she is acting like it is no big deal I ask her if she is going to pay me anything, and she gets offended that I had to think like that. She wants me to do it just as a favor, because she has done so much for me, and I should be willing to do this out of the blue task for her. I decide to go ahead and give it a try, only now her computer is missing and so is Judy, and these cranky other eccentric writers are breathing down my neck for my prime spot at a desk in the room. Another writer thrusts her fat baby boy into my arms and asks if I could watch him and then disappears. So I am wandering around toting this kid and looking for Judy so I can get her article done with. I see other kids: One little shopkeeper girl of about four or five is telling another little girl to buy and eat these watermelon seeds and they will protect her from mosquito bits. She says another lady just told her that, and i remember I was there when the woman bought the seeds and said what they were good for. The girl is an able little salesperson, and I enjoy observing the exchange between the two children.
"Little" Noah, or Sam, is a chunky little personage, and I heft him from one arm to the other to distribute the weight, and as I do my thumb gets caught under the edge of his diaper and comes out brown with stinky baby shit on it. His pants are full to the brim and I have no idea where his mother is. I do find a spot in another room by asking a woman whom I'd met earlier to shove over on the bed and let me park there to write. She does so somewhat begrudgingly. I just hand write the article and hold the baby or sort of lay him against my side as I work. He's a dear little thing even if he's an annoying lump at the same time. He hasn't cried this whole time, which I find quite helpful and endearing. I finish my work and go find Judy. I think I get to hand off the baby to his mum as she is in the same crowded room as Judy.

I woke up trying to grab stuff visually to remember and write down and it all blipped out like the end of a film: images on a black screen with an end logo.
What I kept: a King with one eye.
Words: "Know (that) we will be spared.
A black screen with flourescent lettering—yellow, orange, pink and green. A film bullseye. End credit logo blipping out.

In this dream my husband and I are witness to a robbery of some sort and are being chased afterwards by the perpetrators. We elude them after several minutes and run to the authorities. We enter a small local sheriff{?} office where the man asks about what we saw. Then he begins pinning name and picture badges to the wall showing the men we saw. At this point I realize he is in on the crime. One picture is of an extended family. Then he shows one that had a black and image of the London Bridge overlaid over the picture of a man. The name on the badge is Wesley Knightsbridge. That is the last thing I remember dreaming. When I woke up I looked up the name and found a couple of references to the name. I don't know what to make of it but decided to pass it along.

This Sunday version of DreamBot appears to be unusually dry, in terms of consistent and overlapping memes. We seem to have a large pile of randomness today, which is rather unusual. Of course, there are exceptions even though no Red Alert words are apparent. I begin with a direct contradiction: Harmless and Harm. So which is it?

In the world of psychotherapy or perhaps the “Law of Attraction,” the subconscious doesn’t really differentiate very well between positive and negative forms of language. For example, if a person wants to stop smoking, a disadvantageous affirmation would be something like, “I will stop smoking” because it forces the mind to concentrate on the very thing you intend to stop. You’re basically pushing the habit onto yourself, thereby probably making the habit even worse. Similarly, “Anti-War” people tend to be much more violent characters than “Pro-Peace” individuals. Thus, I would argue that with the seeming contradiction here between Harm and HarmLESS, the collective unconscious is definitely infatuated with HARM. The question is…do they see a specific type of harm coming?

Next issue….Sex vs Love. Notice how the overwhelming theme in the biggest loser section is just all-out passionate hot and bothered sex. We’ve got words in there like Wild, Free, Hot, Sex, Wow, Animals, Heart, Breath, etc. but all those are plummeting in the collective dreams. However, “Loves” is going upward, and is a legitimate Cautionary word, meaning it has enough “surgeness” to mean it’s worth watching for newsworthiness. Thus, I don’t think there’s a contradiction between surging Love and the descending lower animal sex. In summary, mating season is over.




   


Surging:
convey fabulous tapering leaf training fairy harmless known harm loves bet ability fail pile power glasses travel remembering anywhere spider disturbing ships instantly king transition

Decreasing:
tired wild free might hot writing sex broke attempt killing heart starting request wow breath figure wed dreamed yesterday animals