Brief midday Dream. I am in a city with some friends. I find myself trailing two men, the reason is they are somehow connected to LSD. I have no intensions, but feel like I'm on a mission. One of the men notices me and circles round to confront me. I act stupid and sit down on the sidewalk like a homeless person, to avoid confrontation. He walks way.

I am in a large first floor apartment with my family including my mother-in-law and my daughter (maybe).
I have a riproaring tantrum—I am late for work for my first appointment of the day, I can't find my coat and cell phone. I am frantic, panicked and furious, and my sisters are not helping me at all and are getting in the way, and wanting to talk to me about Dad. Dad comes through dressed in a bathrobe, but standing and walking on his own, very lucid and I note this in the midst of my fury about everything else.
I have done something nice for my mother-in-law, given her flowers or something. So part of my experience is occupied with positive occurences in the midst of yelling at people and utter fury and frustration. I look at the clocks, it is 10:30 AM and I realize I am supposed to be starting with my first client RIGHT NOW! And I am not even dressed. GRRR!! What to do?!
I wake up and it IS 10:30, but it is Wednesday and I don't have to go in. (Yay)

Paris. I am lying on the ground in a park. It is springtime, I think, based on green leaves on the trees. The air is warm. I am lying on the path. Someone on a nearby park bench is saying, "But at the same time....." The 100 Acre Wood. (as in A.A. Milne). A fifteen year old boy.

I get a tall chiropractic table that I am not able to reach well, while everyone else has regular massage tables. I talk to the teacher. She says I should stay after school. Then we watch the parade of musicians (see previous dream.) Maybe I am learning music, not massage. The musicians have uniforms and are marching. We go into a large school, sort of a hall under a stadium. Other students are coming out. They don't look very happy, sort of sullen young men, looking annoyed at us as we are assigned quarters there along with them.
I tell the teacher who wants me to stay after school that I always want to, and other people are telling me to as well, but I can't quite crack the code to become part of the after school crowd that hangs out together and gets tight. It is a clique I can't join. I can't get as much out of the experience as others seem to. The teacher looks at me like someone she doesn't know what to do with.

A musician's union. Music teachers are leaned on to spend time in it, but not overtly forced. A parade is going by.

Yellow hazard windbreakers/ponchos on rescue people on a boat. Or maybe the yellow windbreakers were on the rescued people, as they seemed to be made of somewhat flimsy yellow plastic, not regulation grade material. One man is standing on the boat deck with hands in pockets, watching operations with that weird expression people get when things seem serious but they are still trying to appear casual and normal to help them keep some composure.
A spray of digital dots on a screen (as a camera lens or a monitor?) in a diamond or wave-shaped pattern.

Hack the clock for December 27: if our spatial data is accurate, 6 weeks will be Chicago’s big moment. However, if dream hits are an indication of severity, then Chicago’s news will be exactly 1/3 as significant as the Dallas Ebola. Also, why is “Chicago” mixed in with all that other strange stuff (i.e. Chicago air spirits smashed mall gray monster)? Is there going to be another UFO parked at the O’Hare international airport again? On the flip side, this Chicago appearance MIGHT be associated with our red flag from yesterday. The meme was Planes and Airplanes, and here we have “Air” right next to Chicago.


Next importance is actually the “Crash” “Smashed” overalap, as this might be directly connected also to yesterday’s record meme, but then again, “Saved” and “Difficulties” is higher on the list, which seem to run counter to the crash/smash theme.

Notice I haven’t talked about some other Red Alert material. Although not all criteria have been met, “Banner” almost has as magnificent daily surge as “Airplane” did yesterday, but it’s alone and has a very admin-type feel. I’ll have to relook the admin filter on the DreamBot, but I include it here just in case this is a bona-fide dream theme.

I think the biggest news of all is the DOUBLE TOP PATTERN on our P2 word, Awareness. This is exciting for many reasons, but questions loom: Is this because of our work, coincidence, or some unrelated collective phenomenon. Either way, “Awareness” is poised for manifestation in the real world, which I believe to be quite difficult in headline form. Plus, I can’t stand that “Awareness” is right next to “Fade” ….awareness fade? NO!!!

   



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In this dream I had a sanctuary to go to in the event of a disaster. It wasn't completely stocked so I had some last minute things to take if I had to go. I remember thinking that I had to get there before anyone else got there first. The US government was calling the bluff of the Chinese government and they were hoping that a nuclear launch decision would be made by a committee of Chinese women, instead of men. But the missiles were launched and a counter attack was launched by us. I had about 30 minutes to gather the last minute items, pick up my girlfriend, and get to my sanctuary in my truck. We wouldn't be able to wait for her kids or anyone else. One of the items was like an air compressor with a hose attached and the hose was tangled up. I put it in the truck anyway which had turned into a bicycle and the hose was tangled in the spokes. I knew I wasn't going to have enough time.

Saturday November 15, 2014-7.21am-

Dream of Nuclear Bomb

I just woke up a while ago from a nightmare about a nuclear bomb going off. This bomb did not fall from the sky, but was already on the ground and well hidden.

In the dream, I was in a place that was unfamiliar to me, but it was in the United States. It looked like a memorial for something and therefore, I am assuming it was Washington, DC. I thought a man and I were with some people and this bomb just made an odd sound, like a muffled explosion but it was not really loud.

I thought that I told them to run as we watched it mushroom up and things started melting. The man and myself went to this place and we had a card board like thing that we held over us and we thought it would protect us and we knew it shouldn't. But we saw Hillary Clinton and another man whom was in some sort of power tried to get something that would save them, but it did not work and I watched them melt before my eyes.

I thought that the man with me and I were the only two safe from this disaster and even then, I knew that we should have burned to death too.
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Feelings-Terror and unshakeable feelings that this is coming in our future. Relieved that I survived, but saddened that so many died.

A female hand ran along a painting of a lake, surrounded by trees. It took place during sunset and the water was a red-orange. Her finger went along ripples in a lake and she explained to me that the ripples were the work of the Antichrist. She then said the word Antichrist again in a deep distorted voice and I woke up.