Speechless.

7 surging words all exceeding Red Alert levels. There are some interesting, yet confusing memes here, such as “Ham” and “Hammer.” Those two together defy some incredibly high odds. I also notice that “Hare” and “Heres” are two rather strange dream words, yet here they both are. Gutter and Guitar are similar looking and both surging big time. The rest of the list is equally intriguing, but I lack time to digest it all. I’m now back in Maslow’s lowest rung….looking for a place to live, so going to go do that today.

   


Plain text:

11/21/2014
gutter
hare
ham
hammer
handsome
guitar
guardian
decade
dawn
hanging
kidnapped
experiment
remembering
spell
dry
heres
tongue
celebrity
strike
letter
subconscious
poor
mysterious
lightning
listen
lack
wow
breaking
magic
prince
sing
theme

I went to a cleaning job. there was a crew with me - 2 men and a woman. 1 man was young, about 17ish. when we got there we pulled up to the building and immediately I noticed everything was still there. I said "im not cleaning all this stuff. this is not what I do" the others in the crew seemed to have more info about the job than I did. we got inside and it was like a store. maybe an antique dealer or auction house. there were people shopping. the aisles of the store had water on either side like the store itself was a floating island. it felt like it was outdoors. my crew had pieces of paper and were writing down upc codes. like they were taking inventory. I was trying to clean but shoppers were in the way. "I cant clean like this!" I asked the crew what they were doing, why are they taking inventory. we are supposed to be cleaning, that's what we do.

I went to bed early not feeling well. I had a slight fever which broke early in the wee hours, that made my sleep fitful. To avoid residue from this, I got up, got water, walked around, stoked the stove then went back to bed. This dream came, it felt real.

I am in the body of a young woman in her late teens.I am at a weekend holiday party in the mansion that looks like a royal castle of a prince who is hosting it. It is in a foreign country in Europe. We are in a round Fourier at the top of stairs when the phone rang. I was the observer watching and listening.

The Prince, his name is George, is planning a prank with a group of his closest friends one of which is another prince whose name I did not catch.(I don't know of any princes that age named George at the time of the dream so I thought this may be a metaphor) The other teens/young men are sons of wealthy businessmen and noblemen. The prank involves an allusion of kidnapping and blackmail like in a video game.

Something goes wrong with the prank, it actually happens. I, as the observer, am in various hallways like floating on the ceiling watching the abductions and cannot stop it as I am invisible. I hear the phone calls but cannot call out as no one can hear me.

I see Prince George and tell him he needs to call a stop to all of this before someone gets hurt. He panics and tells me its too late and beyond his control. Someone else took over the plot.

I told him I heard a call from a foreign minister threatening to bomb the palace and city over some photographs in hand about the son being kidnapped who is related to the head of the country doing the bombing. If the son isn't returned the bombs will fall and the prince's parents will be blamed. It was an Islamic country calling the threat. Then a Russian call came in for the same.

The Prince panicked and ran out of the castle/mansion.

Suddenly I saw a very wealthy man whose money was incalculable. I knew he was one of the most powerful men alive. He was offering to buy the mansion in which the party took place (to cover up evidence?).

I now see the queen crying and inconsolable over the death of her son. I wasn't sure which prince as there were two in the group. She was going insane from grief.

I stood back to view the mess a silly mis-given prank started. A world crisis was in the making over five young men who died from a party prank.

Scarecrow into whom I've invested a lot of energy or caring. Perhaps he is disabled, can't walk? He is sitting in a convertible in the sun.
Earlier I am walking through a museum of sorts. It is openair and contains presidential items. Things from the White House, from Barack and Michelle Obama.
First I walk with a companion, a friend who is black and a middle-aged woman like me, and we look at all the things and discuss them. In this museum apparently you can touch and even try things on.
Later, I am walking with younger people, and I am younger too, and we are trying to prove ourselves for something: a test of sorts. We are told to walk the perimeter, but don't touch half of the bricks, or something like that. We also have to do hard math problems, and my partner at this part of the dream, a young skinny white girl with a tightly curled mop of hair, says it would be great if I could do the math while she does something else. I explain that I like math now, but the way I was taught was weird and fear-inducing and I have big gaps in my knowledge base as a result. I often think I could be really good at math, had I been taught differently, but that for now I am not able to help much with the math problems. She says, "That is too bad, because it looks like that is what we need now for the test." We are walking up a wide wooden staircase in an old building, like an old city hall or something.
Then we are still walking the perimeter, and looking down on an open area. Two strange large animals are frollicking in the grove below. They are cute, but possibly dangerous. They see us and run up to where we are on the wall last in the line of people taking the test, and start licking me. They may be dangerous, but right now they are being friendly and curious. We have to keep walking.

Matching up data as in Bletchley Circle, the british t.v. show. Women are seen in old-fashioned hairdryers in a beauty salon. Data is being compared somehow. I have a sense of unease. The heads in the helmet style hair dryers may not be attached, or may be on mannequins rather than real women. Perhaps they are not alive. I am attempting to solve a mystery.
Then, boys in a tunnel in the mountains, their faces lit by fireglow.

I am looking at Tyler's parents' new house. There is a niche in the driveway and hedge for Tyler's mother's boyfriend/husband's car. (In this dream I don't know whether they are married yet or not.) My car is parked out there on the road. We go out and look at the yard and his mother tells me they just mowed it. I say it looks nice. One swathe is still unmowed, and is meadow grass height. I wonder if they are planning to leave it that way for some reason.

The top tier of words are all in that “Airplane” level of surge. These aren’t at the “Employment” level, but the Red Alert minimums were TRIPLED by all three of these words: Feather, Favor, Exchange.


When comparing that top tier word “Exchange” with green group 1, this might indicate a mini-bear market for the US exchanges. No need to worry though because the Dream Index is on the case. Interestingly, Feather and Goose pair up as two very strong surging words. Renaissance is a very unique and rather unexpected dream word, and Agent just won’t go away. In fact, look at that miniature chart down below for “Agent”: 11 to 60 hits overnight. Agent appears to be saying something….rather big, too.

   



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11/20/2014
feather
favor
exchange
festival
press
renaissance
agent
goose
gang
innocence
motorcycle
careful
bear
lucky
hello
figure
goal
leader
release
finding
dude
powered

Hello all,

I had this weird dream last night. I was hoping some of you geniuses could help me interpret it. I do have some thoughts on this dream already, but I will reserve my thoughts for a little bit to see what you guys come up with organically. Thanks to everyone who gives it a try!

I am at home talking to my Mom. We are walking around the back side of the house and up the side towards the front. We are walking up the side of the house which we fenced in over 10 years ago, but it isn't enclosed. There is also a cream-colored screen door on the wall. I take note of how out of place that is. There has never been a screen door over here. To the right of the door is a telephone pole, which for some reason is no taller than the top of the door. In real life the wires attach directly to the house, and I notice this too. I think about how everything is changing so fast. Nothing around home is the same anymore. I leave.
....
It is closer to the end of this dream. I spent a lot of time in , and now I am driving home back to . It is a long journey. On the way we decide to stop at Cedar Point. I follow signs and soon I am on the road which leads into the theme park. It is a single lane, light brown dirt road. Soon I can see coasters ahead. The road crosses one of the tracks and I find that odd. After not too much longer, I find myself driving on a triad of steel rails designed in the shape of a triangle for a roller coaster and painted blue like the egg of a blue jay. There is no way this is safe! The track extends over water and loops up and over our heads. I can't drive that. Before I can stop or react, and without deviating from the intended course along the roller coaster tracks, my car is back on the dirt road and we arrive.
I am out of the car and standing in line. The companion from the passenger seat turns out to be Jon. I am holding my Cedar Point cup in my right hand, and the warmth of my vaporizer hidden inside permeates the plastic and heats my palm. Only the straw of the vape sticks out, and I stick it in my mouth and take a deep breath of marijuana vapor. I exhale a translucent white gas like a person's breath in winter, but no one notices. I take several more puffs. I realize I am wearing my crocks and they will not be allowed on the ride. "Lemme go put my crocks in a locker real quick." I run across concrete between pedestrians and stow my shoes away. I walk back to the line barefoot. When I get back I see the girl in front of me in line. She is short, brunette, and round but not fat. She wears an off-white beanie with matching gloves, curled around the black hourglass body of my portable vape. The blue back-lit LCD panel faces me. She is inhaling from the straw. "Hey, that's mine!" I snatch it from her hands. Jon leans over and suggests "You should really be more careful with that." Well where were you while people were stealing my shit?!? My mind begins working on how she even got it. Last I remember the vape was in my hand. Did I set the cup down when I left? That doesn't really make sense. I'm just too high to keep track of my own shit right now. My head is cloudy from the weed. We're here to have fun. I continue to vape, without the cup this time, while we stand in line. After a while I start to get bored so I pull out my phone. I see the familiar device, but the screen is scaled up like when you have a really low resolution monitor. It's obviously the same resolution though, the DPI must just be messed up. I swipe my finger over the fingerprint sensor. Error. I try again- error. I try several more times, and each time it fails to read my fingerprint. I give up and slip the phone back into my pocket. After another minute or so Jon and I meet some beautiful women. We talk to them for a little while, but they aren't in line so they eventually wander off. At this point I am really high.
The line ends up being for the pool. Of course I am disappointed because I came here and paid all this money to ride roller coasters. I can swim any day. I think about saying something to Jon but I just stay quiet. Maybe he wants to get wet before we ride any roller coasters (which in the dream all involve water to some extent). The pool is pretty big! It is a huge rectangle, probably Olympic size. You can tell it's rather old. The design is very square with no rounded edges on the sides or the bottom. There is no shallow end either- the whole thing is twelve feet deep. Each longer side has two diving boards in the middle. The pool has space around it, followed by white adjustable pool chairs. Behind the pool is a wall with some trees behind it, in front of the pool is the wooden building we are standing under used to corral the line, and both sides have wooden bleachers presumably for competitions. The line for the pool is due to a capacity limit. Every time someone gets out they let a new person in. There really aren't that many people in the pool though, maybe a dozen. There are easily twice as many on land around the pool. We're next. They let Jon jump in, and two more people get out. I walk forward from the line without them telling me. I walk along the poolside about half the length of the pool and turn to face the water. I am holding my stuffed animal of my dog Spencer (which I was holding in real life while sleeping) so I look to my right and throw him on the first empty chair I see. It must have been a 40 meter pass, but he hits the chair I was aiming for and slides into a crack, like corn hole. He falls on the dry concrete below the chair. The neighboring chair is occupied, but I decide I don't care. I jump in the pool. My jump is poorly executed and I don't get the clearance I need. In the air my body rotates into a horizontal position and my legs fail to clear a concrete lip just under the surface of the water. Just before I meet the water my last thought is whether or not it will be cold. Impact. It is not. I don't feel any pain or feel my legs hit anything, but I did forget to take a deep breath. I hold my breath just in time to stop the water. Everyone else in the pool starts screaming and I try to figure out why. I paddle towards the surface but I just keep sinking. I begin to wonder if I got enough air to make it to the surface. I descend faster and faster, as if the water weren't resisting my fall at all. Finally I hit the bottom. I use my legs to push off. I wake up.

(Intense vibrations; little recall past few weeks. I am wondering why.)

From last night:

I was with my husband (passed: 6/11), in an unknown setting, an unknown house. Quite suddenly, there was a violent home invasion. Then, we became observers, although I was scared and confused. Through the door came a black man, in his 40s, accompanied by a person dressed in a gorilla suit/costume, short and fat, along with a woman in her 20s, quite beautiful, Saxon, tall, with long brown hair, acting as if she was the queen of the operation. We hid and watched, as their path of destruction increased. We knew they were looking for children to kill. Just as suddenly, we were in a casino, seated at a bank of machines, having made our escape from the house. Thinking we were safe there, we were both surprised to see the ruthless gang enter the casino walking by us, but not seeing us, clearly looking for us. They slowly walked by us in a line, including the individual in the gorilla suit, led by the woman.