I finally had a few minutes to take a refreshing tour of the new dreams. aneunayme's recent dream was similar to one I had awhile ago. I'm referring to her dream at this link: http://www.nationaldreamcenter.com/dream...3034_12_22

In short, she subconsciously knew what time it was (of course, there are certainly other theories to explain the ontological issue of somehow knowing what the clock says without physically looking at it.

My dream occurred I think in late 2012 when I was working on reproducing one of Tesla's many inventions. I was stuck on a big decision...a fork in the road. It was late at night. I couldn't think anymore, but I really wanted to proceed with the project. I gave up out of exhaustion. The big question was: Do I continue with the analog circuit or do I upgrade to the fancy and powerful 555 timer? Oh what the heck, I'm going to bed!

Next morning: I wake up, roll over to see the clock. "Oh, 5 minutes until 6AM, that's way too early." As roll over to pass out again, my eyes spring open and I say, "There is no way in hades that this clock is telling me my answer." I roll back over to look at the clock again..."YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME...5:55am"

Yup, there's my answer!

I look at a screen and see a more complex layout of some software that suppose to analyse and visualise dreams. This looks like a game console and there are many clickable items that I do not understand. The visual language (symbols) is not known to me.

There is once again the same graph or image as in the prior dream and the position on the screen is also about the same:
bottom left of the centre.

There are moving elements in this screen but I cannot focus on them, they are of a not known language. In this dream I feel frustrated but also have to laugh as it feels surreal, as if someone is playing a game with me.

I am conscious about being in a dream and decide to wake up.

I stared at a screen and there was a visual image/representation of a dream and how this dream was connected to... something else. The screen was a computer screen and the image was static, it looked more like an jet fighter seen from the front, abstract than a graph although it had the simplicity of a graph. The colors in the image were gray, thin red line, blue-gray. The surroundings were black or rather, not defined.

What a blockbuster run today. What’s more impressive…the fact that Symphony shot to the moon or that there are two dissimilar words that start off identically: Symphony and Sympathy, both of which made very impressive moves today. SYMP would be the overlap there, but what could that possibly mean? I searched symp and the #6 return made my jaw drop, being that today was my first day making predictions based on our new US Market Dream Index MODEL. Here’s what caught my attention: http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~modelcheck/symp.html   (it’s a model checker!)

As strange as that is, “Symphony” also gets more overlap with “Concert” and possibly even “Mode” “Midnight” and “Favorite” (and for those who don’t like that symphony….”Bolt”)

The only real grouping that stuck out for me is at the bottom. Instead of interpreting it, I’ll let your imaginations run wild (oh wow…”Wild” is actually a word in there!)

   

Plain text:
11/17/2014
symphony
bunny
passionate
com
signing
sympathy
cow
mantra
midnight
horror
dare
universe
winner
sold
remembering
parallel
favorite
bolt
nature
concert
mode
underwater
enjoy
wild
state
shift
attempt
glowing
sun
fight
chaos

first I was at a stable. I went to my horse to work with him a little. he was retired 20 years ago when he was 20 and has not been ridden since. he just gets lots of love and attention. but I wanted to ride him just a little. so I took him in the round ring inside the stable and I was so pleased he remembered his commands. I wanted to just trot around the ring a couple times, because I haven't ridden since he retired, nor will I ever show another horse. but I went around the ring about halfway and 1) that was enough for his old bones and 2) the ring was cluttered with all kinda junk. so I got off and gave him lots of hugs and kisses and put him away.
new scene: im at school - high school in the first class I think. we get to go to a special class instead od our regular class. we get there and its like yoga, but some of the positions are really weird. I think the instructor didn't know what she was doing. my friend was screwing around and not even trying. the instructor freaked out at my friend and grabbed her mat and threw it at her and said "don't treat my class like its recess!" then she went back to teach everyone else aother reslly bizarre move. my friend said to me "whoa! what the heck was that, man?" I said "well, you are just screwing around like its recess though." she said "it kinda is recess. we are just laying here on these mats doing made up excercises." then the class is over and we walk out to the hall to go to the next class.
new scene: this class I think im like a freshman in college. im walking to my next class and running late. theres this guy who asks for help to get a coke out of the machine. he's like "do you have a quarter? the machine took one of mine and I don't have 1 more. I said I don't know if I have a quarter but I have some change." so we get to the machine and hes like "oh nevermind somebody else used the change I already had in there." but I started putting more change in to get him a coke anyway. then I flash forward to me going into a classroom. but I walk in and theres 2 ladies sitting in student chairs and the instructor is at the front table with some kind of machine and a horse. the machine is black and there are 2 parts. looks like the configuration of a stereo and 1 speaker attached, but I don't think it was a stereo. I didn't look long enough to see what it was. I was embarrassed because this obviously wasn't my class. I hought to myself I mustve had the times wrong because I have a class in that room. so I asked someone I knew whos class I should go sit in on. she said something like "lorloo". I went to find that class. someone asked where is James. I said "I saw him. he's coming he's just running late." they said why. I said" I don't know. I think he said he had 'the runs' ".

I was a watcher, observing what was occurring but not being seen and unable to communicate with any of the dream participants. At that time the dream involved observing a family in financial distress sinking a vehicle in a pond so they could report the vehicle as stolen and claim insurance money.

As that dream progressed, a man carrying a bucket caught my attention. He was average height, about 5'8”-5'10”, stocky build but not fat. He was either Latino or very tanned. No feel for age beyond mid- to late forties. He wore a cowboy hat pulled low over his eyes and all I could see of his face was a thick dark mustache and a square jaw. He was dressed in a red plaid western-style shirt, the kind with the pearl snaps, well-worn jeans, and work boots. The bucket was an old metal bucket, fairly good-sized. I couldn't see what was in the bucket but he carried the bucket easily and I got a sense that he was very strong.

As the man drew nearer to where I stood, the dream with the financially-strapped family faded away and became an agricultural area. Farm fields. Flat land. Dirt road. A small town with a gas station/convenience store/mechanic shop, all located in a cinder-block building painted white. I couldn't see a name over the business but there were old signs advertising different beer and tobacco brands. There were several houses nearby, some old single-wide trailers, others small cinder-block buildings. A feel of heat and dust.

I watched as the man walked up to the gas station. He stopped at the edge of the property, put down the bucket, reached inside and pulled out a weird-looking bird. The head and wings were grackle and the legs and tail were roadrunner. It appeared to be two birds cobbled together instead of one bird hatched that way. It seemed stiff, as if stuffed, and it looked a little charred around the edges. He laid the bird-thing down on the ground on it's back, picked up his bucket, and kept walking. The bird thing rolled over, got to its feet, and began lurching towards the gas station. It didn't move quickly but it made steady progress. I watched until it entered the gas station. When nothing happened, I decided to follow the man and see what he was doing. I sort of floated along the ground to catch up with him.

By the time I caught up with him, I had seen three more buildings with the bird things on the move and he was in the process of placing another one outside a beat up trailer that had even more beat up pickups parked near the front door. As he laid the last bird thing on the ground, I wondered aloud what the heck he was doing.

Normally when I act as an observer in my dreamtime, no one sees or hears me. So I was beyond surprised when he straightened up, looked directly at me, and replied that it was a warning for people who needed to be warned. He then commenced on to his next destination, which seemed to be quite a distance away given the terrain went from flat fields to flat with trees and shrubs. I caught up to him and commented that he could see and hear me. He didn't respond. I asked what kind of warnings he was giving. He repeated his statement about they were warnings to people who needed to be warned. I said they looked like pretty creepy warnings. He didn't reply. I asked why these people needed to receive warnings. He said because they did. I asked why him, why was he judging these people and laying down a sentence for them. He stopped and looked at me. Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I knew he was really Looking at me. After a few seconds he said, Don't question what you don't understand, little girl. This is no concern of yours. Go home before I bring a warning to you.

I woke up disoriented. It felt like I had been dumped out of my own dreamtime. One of the creepier dreams I've experienced.

She uses the nickname of "9Nania" at Youtube. She has several dreams or points in a dream or two that have come true this year.

Her track record is proven because Youtube is owned by Google, and they date the day the videos are downloaded so no faking the date except perhaps by the most professional hacker.

She put up youtubes like one in February 2011, about Japan's Honshu tsunami which hit in March.
Her channel is one that has me wanting to watch all or most of her videos. She now has a prophetic dream that she had two years ago, and it's about a nuclear attack in NYC, and in that dream was this huge, white balloon man, like something for Macy's parade. Problem is, there is just that now, in that city because of some movie that's coming out!

So, if you just put in her nickname at Youtube, her stuff will come right up. She's a serious, true gifted dreamer and I tell ya, I'm paying attention.

If I, in my multitasking didn't goof in what I heard her say on one video, now that the balloon man is in NYC, a tsunami is next. Azore quake gonna cause it? for the East coast?? or I mean in that general region of the world?

Is the dream here at NDC that I saw yesterday, somewhere that someone dreamed a tsunami wave on east coast, and then on the west?

in my dream, I kept dreaming that I was waking up from dreaming and looking at my clock, which said 12:22. I dreamed it 3 times in my dream. then when I actually awoke from the dream it was 12:22. I went back to sleep and woke up at 1:22

I WAS AT A MALL AND SUDDENLY GROWN MEN AND MALE CHILDREN ARMED WITH SWORDS AND SAI WEAPONS HAD TAKEN OVER THE MALL. THEY BLOCKED EVERY ENTRANCE AND EXIT AND CORRALLED ALL THE SHOPPERS/MALL EMPLOYEES IN THE CENTER OF THE MALL. THEY MURDERED EVERYONE WHO WOULD NOT JOIN THEM.
EVERY MAN, WOMAN OR CHILD WHO WOULD NOT WAS STABBED IN THE BACK WHILE TRYING TO RUN AWAY OR BEHEADED WHEN ASKED TO JOIN. IT WAS A LUCID DREAM
AND I WAS TERRIFIED BUT I COULD NOT LEAVE THE DREAM. I CALLED ON THE LORD BUT HE INSISTED THAT I SEE THE WHOLE THING. HE ALLOWED ME TO WATCH UNTIL I WAS THE VERY LAST AND THEN WHEN IT WAS MY TURN TO CONVERT OR DIE I WAS TO DIE AS SOME SORT OF EXAMPLE - A SPECIAL TROPHY KILLING BECAUSE I WAS THE ONLY ONE OF ALL THE VICTIMS WHO KEPT SHOUTING OUT FOR JESUS AND TO THE KILLERS ALL THEY COULD DO WAS LAUGH AND RIDICULE BECAUSE JESUS DIDN'T SAVE ME FROM THEM. THEY DIDNT KNOW THAT HE WAS ALLOWING ME TO BE THERE TO WITNESS THE WHOLE SCENE.

went with my daughter to a game at her high school. I had to use the restroom. had to hunt all over for one. finally found it. the door was broken . the top part of the door was supposed to have little blinds but they were all broken off. I pulled it closed and looked through it at the woman sitting in the reception area. there was an outer door so I pulled it closed. now this "restroom" was like a storage room. there was a bed to my right. but somehow the bed was the toilet. whoever used it previously - ugh it was disgusting. there was a waterproof plastic cover on top of the bed. anyways I was in there a long time cleaning it before I could use it but I assume I eventually did use it. I came out and went back to the game. then my daughter said she had to go. so when she had been gone a long time I went to see where she was. when I got there the woman I asked if my daughter was still there. she said yes and she is going to have to leave now. I said why? she said she was being way too loud. I said how? she said she was playing music in there very loudly. I couldn't hear anything. they started to preach to me about "the Bible says...." I was like "what are you talking about???" my daughter came out and I waved for her to go back to the game so she did. both of the women got out their little black bibles and started to read to me. "I was like what book are you reading? I have never heard this?" they said "the book of dominoes" I said "what?!?! that must be apocrypha! don't read to me stuff that isn't even in the bible" stuff that man wrote that isn't inspired by God. they gasped at me like they were so shocked and offended. I walked away back to the game. it was endin. everyone was leaving. I found my daughter. she asked what the women were telling me. I said "catholic stuff".
note: when I dreamed this I had no idea what apocrypha was or why I would call it catholic stuff in my dream. I felt offended they were preaching at me like little holier-than-thou's