I am in an old log lake cabin in a small resort on hilly treed land. It is wet outside like it had just rained. By the brown colours, it looks and feels like early to late fall just as the leaves have started coming off the trees. I am much younger and want to go out partying with some friends but I need money. I have no cash on me and can't find my credit card. The young blond man beside me dressed in brown says he hasn't got it. He helps me look for it. I spend so much time going through my purse and wallet over and over again that my friends leave without me.

It is morning. I am standing in the doorway of the cabin. There is a red car with a white roof from the late 50's, early 60's parked outside on the road. There are three kissing couples in it. One couple gets out and walks up the hill on a road away from the cabin. The driver, who looks a lot like someone I know, rolls down the window and says, "See you next Fall maybe," and drives away.

I'm driving my van on a gravel road. It is cold and there has just been a light snowfall (late fall/early winter) so there is ice mixed with the gravel. The road has two high hills to climb. The second hill is the highest. I'm on my way to a very deteriorated city that I visit from time to time in an industrial area in my dreams. I'm going to see some people who live in a brick building that is in bad shape but has otherwise stood the test of time. The building faces a series of skyways built for car traffic, sky trains and freight trains.

My van has a hard time climbing the first hill. It seems to be lacking power as it groans its way up the hill. The wheels don't spin. Three quarters of the way up the second hill I find I'm on the wrong side of the road with the breaks on. I'm looking at the top of the hill hoping another vehicle doesn't crest and hit me head on. I'm afraid of that and afraid of easing off the brake to get going again in case I begin to slide backwards down the hill. But I must go on, and I do because the next scene finds me in the brick building discussing the problem with the van with a man who lives there. He is a mechanic of sorts. We determine that the van probably needs a new fuel filter, which it does in real life.

Sorry to make this short, but based on the observations of others, I'm spending my time now on a valid scaling system to display with the words that pop up. In the past, I used to present the daily surge percentage, but I've since found a better way to organize the words and I did not present numbers to prevent tampering. Well, that clearly doesn't work because words do need context in relation to each other and it's historical comparison. Therefore, I'm just printing the words for today while I go back to working on the new presentation.

By the way, Lucy and Bush are both low-level gainers.

agent
press
lucy

exploding
lucky
loss
wandering
bush
currently
listen
wild
aliens
escaping
soul
explains
huh
bet
reaching
thanks
ray
perspective

(Rather than predicting the future with great success, I - rather - continuously meet up with loved ones and others. These from last night.)

Hypnagogic state: I see a large,shaggy golden retriever run by me, then, squatting down as if to go to the bathroom. I jump up, to stop him, as he is indoors, before releasing this was not an earthly experience.

(Moving Theme Again - which translates into great changes ahead.) I am in an unknown location, a big house circa 50s, with my mother and father (both deceased). There are flagstones on the foundation, and the house is brown. My mother and father quietly go into the house, pack up all their belongings silently, and get into the car to wait for me. But, they never packed my stuff. I ran back into the house, into the bedroom, and see Vietnamese chamber maids trying on all my clothing, which they had claimed for themselves.

Next-Journey: Husband K (crossed-over) is with me, and we are entering Treasure Bay Casino, a place I had never been to before. We were a little confused as to the lay-out. We enter through what appears to be a coffee shop or donut shop for patrons, and pass by Yugoslavs we knew from Biloxi, all older men in their 60s and 70s. I recognize Jack, and smile at him. He is wearing a clear plastic Santa mask, as are others. I wonder to myself if that maybe is not Jack. He smiles back, still drinking his coffee. There is an entryway to the casino, and a young girl is there with a big belly. She explains she is "four months along", and I think to myself that she is much bigger than that, destined for a sure C-section. She is Saxon, about 24, tall and thin, with light brown hair, long and straight, with blue eyes. She hands us a buff-colored questionnaire, asking if we'd be interested in participating. Of course, we were not. Why questionnaires in a casino? (Note: casino is, also, a continuous theme.)

Next-Scene: K (husband) and I are gutting and remodeling a small 1000 sf stone-block house, about a century old. Someone cautions us there is something going on in the back. We walk out there, and there is another block structure, much bigger, like a garage, also made of stone block, there, just feet from the house. Another man had bought it and was renovating it. It was far too close to our house. K decided to walk through it, and look around. As he did, the right side of the structure simply collapsed, and K and I barely got out of it without sustaining injury.

Next, we were transported to a medical clinic. K's mother (deceased 1996) had just visited there, and we were told by the nurses Lee had purchased a grey plastic coffin for herself, much as a FEMA coffin, preparing for her own death. Lee also purchased another item from the clinic, but I cannot remember the item. The nurses were all talking about it in a matter-of-fact way, which was puzzling to us.

"ROCKIT" geode

Hello,
Being new I am trying to submit dreams in a proper format as it makes analyzing easier and faster.  The link describes a new Header to use.  My question is do we put this in our original submission, when referencing it in forums, or only when a dream comes true?  If we use it in an original dream submission which entry box should we use.  Thanks in advance, great work.

http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/s...13#pid1013

My husband (who works at the same company as I do) in this dream was opening a door in a warehouse for me. He then said "It's strange that they are having me move all of these documents, since there will be layoffs tomorrow." - he gestures to a large group of file boxes. This seemed earie to me and like a very pointed hint. May just be for me and my company...but I felt like it was really important.

Since many in this forum and on various projects as members value our sleep, I thought it would be 'handy' to
start some input here on what affects sleep.
The nurse in me knows some physical elements; perhaps the psychologists, nutritionists- naturopaths, therapists, et al know other factors.
Let's share our wealth of knowledge. The results may mean a better night's sleep and more dreams. I know I've had a paucity of good lucid precogs lately. I am not sure why. I am willing to explore all possibilities and then BE the solution.

For a start-->

http://www.foxnews.com/health/2014/11/24...p=features

Cheers and happy dreaming!

I ACCIDENTALLY OMITTED THE WORD:

CATACOMBS

FROM MY RECENT DREAM SUBMISSION

I SAW CANALS SURROUNDED BY CEMENT WALLS, NICELY CONSTRUCTED, UNIFORM AND SMOOTH. THE WATER IN THEM WAS A BRILLIANT SHADE OF BLUE. THE POLICE WERE DRESSED IN BLACK UNIFORMS WHICH HAD A BADGE ON THE LEFT SHOULDER THAT WAS UNDECIPHERABE. HE (THEY) WAS(WERE) TRAVELING UP THE CANAL IN A SMALL BOAT THAT APPEARED TO BE SIMILAR TO THAT OF A CANOE THEY WERE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING WITH RIFLE IN HAND. I HEARD VENICE.