at a restaurant, outside. snowing and snow covered scene. it was like the building was just ruins. very old structure built of rocks. family members were there. young children. there were some houses set back in trees - cottages, ponies. we went to the ponies. there were some foals - tiny - and they were shaggy with winter coats. when we got closer one of the foals turned his rump around to me. I wondered if a kick from such a tiny pony would even hurt. the I thought he might poop so I moved. one of my cousins said "youre on the wrong end" and I said "yeah that's why I moved" jokingly. sure enough he pooped right where I had been. he was sorrel. then I went over to the white pony. he was very dirty. we petted the foal and then the mom. I said to my mom "she looks like bunny (a pony I used to have) but smaller". when we were getting ready to leave my cousin, robin, whispered to me "we are getting a horse for ginger (robin's sister)" and my aunt (their mom) came over and shushed us.

new scene: I was driving very fast - way to fast - in my actual car, a ford excursion, around on a mountain road. I saw no other cars, but I kept thinking SLOW DOWN!! but I wasn't slowing down. pretty soon I was doing things that are not actually possible. driving off the road but not crashing. I had a sewing needle and I had to keep it safe. I went around a curve really fast and the truck was all off the road down an embankment but it wasn't even a bumpy ride. then the road came to a long curve across a lake. I thought "SLOW DOWN!!!" but I didn't. I went around the curves and was flying out over the water a few feet from the embankment of the road. it was like I wasn't in control. I wasa steering but the truck wasn't responding accurately. I got back onto the road and went up a big hill. the other side of the hill was steeper and had a sharp curve. I missed the curve and the truck went flying off the road and landed over on the left side of the road on a hill with green grass. I drove around on the grass looking for a way to get back to the road. I saw a place that looked travelled but not car tracks, but I just knew people walked around there a lot. there was like a pathway - still grassy but I just knew it was the way - that went between 2 smaller hills. I drove between there. there was a place where people camped but there weren't any people there right now. from insode the little emcampment I could see the lake I had just driven across. on the left there were 2 more small hills but not a clear way to get through them. I drove over to them and got out of my car. walked over to look between the hills. as I got up there to look between them I saw an asphalt parking lot with a dumpster on the right - at the edge where the lake is - and a picnic table to the left. I dropped my sewing needle onto the parking lot and at the same time a black SUV drove into the parking lot. I was careful not to take my eyes off my needle so I could find it. but I didn't want the people in the SUV to see me. after a couple minutes of looking around they left. I think someone got out and threw away trash. I was concentrating on where the needle was. the person had kicked it a little but didn't think anything of it. I think they thought it was odd for a needle to be here. after they were gone I walked down the hill to get the needle. I suddenly had a very beat up briefcase. it was my actual briefcase but one corner was very damaged so it didn't close well and wouldn't lock at all. I thought "the damage mustve happened when I was flying off the road". so I picked up the needle and opened up the briefcase and put the needle in. inside the bfiefcase there were some pens and pencils, another needle and a tiny babydoll - naked. weird thing to have in there. and I thought "this is not what I have in my briefcase". when I shut it the needle immediately fell out the broken side. so I thought "I figured". so I thought "OH!" so I stuck both the needles into the lining of the case and closed it. they stayed in. when I closed it again I thought "why is that doll in there? that's just weird."

I am holding a baby at a clinic. The mother and grandmother and I are waiting and I start talking to them about the baby, who is healthy, and beautiful and smiling. The mom says I can hold her, and I do and she is such a wonderful baby! Grandma seems to be a tad suspicious of me, but maybe it is a language barrier issue. Mom is open and talkative. The baby's mother says they owe $70,000 to retail stores (I think) and have no way to repay it. I am wracking my brain for a possible solution for them. How can they get out from under all that debt? I am still holding the baby when a bunch of what seem to be gang members, wearing black tee shirts with flourescent colored iconography and lots of chains and metal, enter the room and mill around. One young man comes over and looks at me, a little perturbed. I realize he is the father of the baby, so I hand her over and say something about her being so glad to see her daddy. He smiles at the baby, and is relieved that I am a low-key, understanding sort of person. They leave and I look around for my coffe cup which has gone missing. I feels as though I am stuck waiting in this messy waiting room for awhile to come. I am waiting for something that is not the usual fare for this place, so it will take even longer.

Artworks from around the world.
Then, Emperor penguins.

Weimeraner photo credits. The photographer is Gordon (something), seen on a black screen.

Our first seemingly positive red alert!

This appears to be some big-time holiday cheer poking through well before the holidays. “Pie” is right up there with the previous days' high-chargers. This is Red Alert material because of all the support it receives. Honestly, I can’t imagine a headline for this because mainstream news is 95% negative. But the meme is clear, explosive, and coherent. Thus, something dessert-related is coming, and it does not appear to be negative related.

Yes, we do need to consider that this might be PRE-day residue for the holidays, but it has me asking the question yet again, which is: Can day residue surge to really high levels like this? I just don't think so, except that this is quite a big holiday coming up. We haven't been through a holiday yet with DreamBot4, so this might be giving us a time marker...a free snippet of how long it takes between surge and manifestation. Point well taken: this one is exactly 11 days prior to T-giving. If nothing else, this run is making me HUNGRY!

But that’s just the beginning here, because this run has tons to talk about. More positivity: “Horrible honestly unnecessary.” It's cautioning us to see the positive side of things just as much as negative. Did we go overboard on Hawaii?

Group 2 seems to be mentioning the odd emotional affect that high schoolers face, especially lately. This isn’t negativity, just facts.

These little events help confirm that I have the right (or close to the right) assembly happening on these daily runs. “Guns Bear”….what are the chances that these two would be laid side by side out of 10K+ words? Not a chance that this was chance, and this may start a small bite of negativity. Guns bear frustrated, but when? Well, look at group 3: “Sun hearing slept void.” Our celestial clock is normally very accurate when it comes to spelling out when things will happen, and so if I have this correct, it appears that guns MIGHT bear frustrated when the sun sleeps. Incidentally, the sun "sleep's every year after the winter solstice… of Dec 21. The sun “Sleeps” for 3 days and then is reborn on the 25th. So, will the frustrated Clive Bundy be bearing guns on the 22nd, 23rd, and 24th of December? Or perhaps the Ferfuson fuse finally gets lit. Time will tell.


   



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(Notes, Misc.: Vibrational state continues to evolve in a big way; powerful energy now erupting from my fingertips as I enter the vibrational state. Unfortunately, I fall asleep, not able to stay awake for more than a few minutes. This from last night

I entered the front door of my neighbor's familiar-to-me cottage, finding my dearly loved friend, Lola, there inside, erupting with joy at seeing me. Lola had passed 5/12 from cancer. Of note, three days after she passed on (you will note that I NEVER use the word dying or death, as there is no such thing), she "visited" me, looking young, beautiful, thinner and vibrant, wearing blue jeans and a black shirt, tucked in with a belt, explaining that she was trying to get used to getting around "there", "like using training wheels". Then, she used an ancient Cherokee gesture, which I did not understand, but which I learned later literally meant, "Arm yourself spiritually". Last night, she danced around her living room in joy, upon seeing me. A man not known to me came out of the bedroom, 5'8" tall, Celtic in appearance, 40-ish, sandy brown hair, a little long, wavy, with light brown eyes. I was told this was Lola's new husband. I pushed a thought at her that she was now a cougar. She laughed and pushed back that she had just had her 50th birthday few years back (she had turned 50 before contracting cancer, in real life). The man was staying busy, planning to do chores and maintenance to the cottage for Lola. He planned to replace the posts, which had evidence of moisture damage. I was puzzled that Lola had seemingly re-created the very same cottage she and her husband had built for themselves five years or so before her passing on...within the new realms. It was painted the very same summer yellow.

I was delighted to confirm that Lola had found someone in love with her and dedicated to her there. "In real life", it was discovered that her husband of decades had been fooling around on Lola in the months before she was diagnosed with cancer, becoming engaged to the woman two months after Lola's transition.

About three weeks after Lola's wake, I received a phone call from her, with the message parasiting off of another phone call/message that had come in. I still have the message saved on the hardware. It simply said, "Kim, come up and see me tonight." The Veil does indeed become very thin....warmest regards to everyone. P.S. My "intention" had, indeed been answered with the appearance of my missing cat, followed by the Lola "visit".

My much loved one-and-a-half-year-old Ragdoll cat, named Butterball, vanished early last week, into thin air. My search for the cat was relentless for days upon days, and I was heartbroken and confused. Although I found canine tracks (fox), I found no kill spot. Upon entering the dream state, I asked for information about the hapless cat, in desperation. In the hypnapompic state, I found myself in a surreal setting, opening the front door, finding Butterball at the door, with one leg raised, as if having been hurt. I woke up in a panic. My interpretation was that the cat had been killed, but was telling me he was now OK. I continued with the search, with no results, over the next five days. Last night, between the "magic hours" of 3 am and 3:30 am (the time most people now are spontaneously awakening, for no cause), I "heard" a light, muted sound at the front door, and jumped up thinking Taffy, my other cat, needed to go out to use the bathroom. Upon jumping up, I observed Taffy sleeping in a ball, foot of the bed. In a Pet Semetary (sic) moment, I bolted from the bed, re-enacting the dream, heading toward the door, knowing what would occur next. To my absolute shock, as I cracked the door open (with my hair standing on end, back of neck), there was Butterball, as he appeared in the dream days before. The veil thins. He appears no worse for the wear. The rest is a mystery.

we found two large slabs of heavy metal. we were children and we were seeing who was strongest by lifting the metal. one child said I can lift this one and I said "yeah but this one is 49 pounds and I can lift it see. that little one is only like 35 pounds."this is a very childlike conversation kinda nanner nanner thing. we found the pieces of metal in a field of prairie grass that was still brown. next scene I am an adult. we are hiding the metal parts in the barn because they are important. and I believe they fell off the plane that crashed.
we are at my parents cabin which is our bug out place. these things are clues that make me believe if this happens it will be sometime early 2015 - spring because theres no snow and the grass is still brown - somewhere near central Colorado possibly, or maybe these metal parts are clues to why the plane crashed.
woke up feeling very secretive. have to keep finding these parts a secret. people will be looking for them.

In this dream, I had managed to talk my husband into taking me on a vacation. It wasn't easy because money was tight and we have a baby due any day, but somehow, he agreed and even planned the entire thing himself! He bought us nice plane tickets and we flew to this super fancy hotel somewhere out of the states. I have no idea where we were because we hardly left the hotel room. I was a bit sad that time seemed to go by so quickly as time seems to do when you are having fun. It seemed like we had been there in that beautiful room being pampered for about three days and it was time to pick up and go home. While packing, I asked about when our plane would depart to find that my husband did not buy plane tickets to take us home and we were dead broke. Horrified, I asked why he would spend ALL of the money without planning a way home and just how he had planned for us to get home now that we were broke. He just smiled and told me that we were going to walk through the Ukraine, not to worry.

We left the hotel and found ourselves in Russia of all places. We were in some sort of building crowded with people. Maybe a bus stop? There was a very nice Russian family that we spoke with and they made me feel as if we would be ok for whatever reason. They were clearly very poor with several children of their own, but seemed to be very happy in spite of being in this crowded building in freezing weather. I had to use the restroom in the dream, and had the wife/mother of the family help me find it. The bathroom stalls were small and flimsy and I got the feeling that there were cameras in that bathroom, but I had to go so bad, I just didn't care. I struggled to find an open stall and when I did, I tried to sit to do my business, but the cracks between the walls of all the stalls were so big, that I could easily see into other stalls to find that every other woman who went in there to do their business was sitting on the seats backwards. Feeling out of place, I hurried to get done and as I was leaving some sort of alarm went off and I was seized and searched because I had not gone to the restroom like the other women. After deciding I wasn't a threat, I was released and met back up with my husband in the crowded room. The family we had been talking to assured me that this happened quite often to visitors lately, and that I shouldn't let it bother me.

In the dream, It seemed like I was pregnant, but had my newborn with me. We were discussing how we were going to travel home to the family and the husband/father of the family gestured at my belly and newborn and told me that it was a very bad idea to try and go home through the Ukraine. It was very cold there and very dangerous for some reason. I thought this was wierd and didn't see how it should be much colder than Russia. We explained that our only way of getting back to America was through the Ukraine and that if we ever wanted to get home, we really had no choice and the man gave us a very odd look and shook his head.

I had to go make bottles for my new baby. I made two, but on my way out of a small area with a sink, I bumped into a stroller and got my bottles mixed with two other bottles that were nearly identical. Both had purple tops and bottoms with clear middles, but two were normal bottles and two could be pumped and sprayed into the baby's mouth. (Made sense in the dream) I was in such a hurry, I took all of the bottles. When I met up with my husband, I told him what had happened and showed him the bottles hoping that he could identify which was ours so that I could return the others, however, upon hearing what I had done, alarms went off, and our family was searched along with some other families. This time, the man from the kind family had to search and interrogate me. It was awkward, but he apologized and explained to me that it was something he had to do for whatever reason and he knew that I was not guilty of anything. After I was released, he had me and my husband follow him to this small shed where a secret meeting was taking place.

There was a small group of people in this shed. Everyone was searched upon entering and there was a small stand in the back of the building everyone gathered around. I was told that there were meetings like this going on all throughout Russia. These people discussed, more or less, how they wanted to be more like America and wanted to overthrow Putin for some reason. Someone mentioned something about a "super socialist plan" but I don't remember any details as to what it was... just that they were angry over something Putin had done or planned to do and they wanted to be more like America. My husband and I left the shed a little confused... but the family and members of whatever meeting we had gone to gave us a nice goodbye and directed us to an elderly man who could help us on our way to the Ukraine.

I found the elderly man living right on the edge of a massive cemetery. He lived in a small, decaying hut. The guy looked to be a hundred. He was very old with a very grumpy, wrinkled old face and long white beard and mega big eyebrows. He didn't seem to want to talk to me and did little other than give me the stink eye and a rude snort every time I tried to talk to him. There were two small, grumpy-looking mushroom statues near his home. I sat next to them while I fumed at how rude he had been and wondered what I should do. I had a small jar of Nutella and got a couple of sticks before calling my husband over to eat with me. I guess this jar of Nutella was about all we had to eat. As I swirled my stick around and got ready to eat the Nutella off of it, I looked again at the faces of the ugly, stone, mushroom lawn ornaments. For whatever reason, their gaping mouths made me want to shove that stick in them... so I did. (Again, it made sense in the dream) and when I did, their eyes lit up and that old man in the hut came waddling out to meet me as fast as he could. He was very excited and told me that he had spent ages trying to 'activate' those mushrooms and after talking about those mushrooms for some time, he allowed me to ask him about how to get to the Ukraine. He pointed to us which way we should go, but then warned us that we shouldn't go. Just as everyone else had said, he told us that it was way below freezing and very dangerous. Again, we explained that it was the only way to get home and that we had to go. We had bundled up in coats that hardly allowed us to move our arms. I had a carrier strapped to my body for the baby and it was very thick but allowed me to share my body heat with the infant... I thought we were very well prepared, but the man shook his head and told us again, that it was very dangerous and that we shouldn't go. We thanked him and left to go anyway.

We walked for a very long time before seeing the Ukraine. Once we were there, I was shocked. There was nothing there. Nothing. There were no people, no animals, no trees. Nothing. It was freezing and all you could see was white. Nothing but endless white. Snow, I guess... and tons of it. It was then that I decided that we had made a mistake. I didn't see how we would be able to travel through this for days... but my husband was insistent that it was the ONLY way home.

I can't remember much after that, but it seemed like we did make it home somehow, but just barely. When I told my husband this dream, I didn't think much of it... but it seemed to bother him for whatever reason and he insisted that if I do nothing else today, I enter this dream.

I was looking at a circuit breaker sticker identifier. It read November 14. I heard the distinct sound of a large circuit breaker being thrown (the grind and thump) and then there was darkness. I had the dream on the morning of November 15 so November 14 would be in 2015.