Friday November 14, 2014
Beat sequence: i-Doser Hibernate

It is near the end of the dream. I am standing behind a wooden podium playing Jeopardy against a 60 year old white man with white hair, also behind a podium. We are parallel facing a large screen displaying the Jeopardy board and questions. The game is just for fun but it is being televised nationally, just like real Jeopardy. Behind us we even have a live audience sitting on bleachers 5 or 6 rows deep. The room is surprisingly small, being maybe 10 meters deep and 18 meters wide. The network uses CGI to make the room look a lot bigger and nicer than it really is. Mrs. Lavender and some other people from the school are there. The Jeopardy match originated with her efforts to further the class. Right now this opponent is kicking my ass though. We answer two more questions, which he takes both of, and the audience begins cheering as the host tells the viewers we will be taking a commercial break. As soon as the network cuts to commercial, the host informs us that we have 30 seconds. "I'll be right back." I step to the right out from behind my podium and exit stage right (which is the left side because my podium does not face the audience). I need to get some water!
I walk into the hallway, which comes from the right and continues straight. At the end is an open door. I make my way over there and enter. Ahead of me is a black woman sitting behind a gray, boxy TV camera. I make a note to be silent so as not to interrupt the filming. I am a guest here. The room is no bigger than the last and shaped like an L, with the large part perpendicular to the hallway and where I'm standing, and the short side parallel to the hallway and behind me to the left. There is a small, semicircular wooden stage in the elbow of the room to my front-left. This is where the woman is pointing the camera, along with the other four unmanned cameras. There is no one on the stage either. Just some seats and a plant or two. I can't believe how small it is! Again, they use computers to make it look big and fancy like the set of Good Morning America. The floor is gray concrete with black cables running absolutely everywhere. It's clear they've tried to affix them to the floor and make them safe and presentable, but there are just too many. I turn left and walk into the short side of the L. A half circle table with a black table cloth holds all kinds of drinks in front of me. I realize they probably had bottled water in the Jeopardy room if I had just asked for it as I hopscotch my way to the table. The woman says something to me, but I can't remember for the life of me what it was. I aknowledge her without speaking. I am still in silent mode. I pour myself some water from a glass pitcher. I realize it has been longer than 30 seconds by now. I'm sure they grabbed one of my classmates to replace me. I just chill out for a minute.

weird. brief, pointed statement.
all I saw was a brown (tennis shoe/sneaker) force itself down on TOP of an airplane depressing the fuselage. The flight was headed into UCLA. There was an important guest speaker on board intending to give weekend speech/lecture there.
I felt the color of the shoe could be a metaphor perhaps for color of skin or a name like( Gov Brown)

Okay, Red Alert is now issued, HOWEVER, there is a strong possibility of this being day residue. Two days ago, we had “Plane” with a quiet rise, but NADW came in with a bombastic plea: “Chris HELP!I need a P1 mission to assist with this trio of dreams!!! This important news! but i cant pull it out of the ether!” Her third of 3 dreams had to do with Airplanes. That link is here: http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/s...hp?tid=336


So now we’re two days later and “Airplane” shot up literally to the troposphere. This is the biggest one-day gain seen from any dream word ever. It has me believing that this can’t be due to day residue, but then again, this headline is pasted everywhere: http://www.dailytech.com/US+Marshals+Usi...e36890.htm

The thing about that article is that it also includes a sort of “Cops” and “Officers,” too (US marshals), which is the other meme making ANOTHER appearance. Okay, so this run has two big memes THAT ARE ALSO OVERLAPS IN THE RUN YESTERDAY AND 2 DAYS AGO: nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/showthread.php?tid=337   ;   http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/s...hp?tid=336

PLUS, what we also saw two days ago was a reptile meme, which has come forth once gain, including one different word, “Crocodile,” and even “Animal,” depending on how loose we can be with this (animals aren’t reptiles, right?) The big, multi-day memes are:

1. AIRPLANE
2. Cop/Cops/Officer/
3. Reptiles (x3) + Animal


But that’s not even all here. Who the heck is Diana, and is she supposed to be in on this bombastic plane meme? If so, that would tend to be depressing.

Also, the groupings are phenomenal:
1. After ebola, the concentration camps are really twisted (duh)
2. What in the heck is group two trying to say?
3. There might have been another group with America, but frankly, I’m just out of time.

Calling all DFs….help! Actually, this one might be good to just sit back and watch. Can a mega surger like airplane really be just day residue? Gosh, that's a great question...I don't really know, but we're going to find out!


   




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September 25, 2015
The Iberian Dream
The dream takes place in this present time.
Many young men and women had gathered in a beautiful grass field. The grass was knee high and full of wild flowers. All the people were smiling, the weather was warm though it was cloudy. Trees both hardwood and confer surrounded the valley. The valley seemed to be bowl shaped, As you step out of the forest there is a gradual slope into the valley.

Apparently these people were crossing through this valley. During the crossing they began to laugh and slow up their pace to enjoy the marvel of the valley. One Lady stood out, she was wearing a long dress, shoulder length auburn hair very thin. Her gentle smile turned to fear as she noticed a fog flowing into the valley from behind them. She screamed and begin to wave her hands calling out to her people to run that the fog was poison gas!

People started to drop dead as soon as the fog reached them they would fall. The others ran towards the opposite end where there was a road. If they could reach this road they would be able to cross into safety, As the first people reached the far end solders began to come through the trees they were standing on the road, preventing the Iberian s from crossing. They were all killed. As the fog lifted the valley was full of dead the solders were picking up the bodies and burning them. There was one Iberian laying next to the road, he was alive but pretending to be dead. Standing on the road behind him were two men in robes. Much like the robes the Hebrew men wore in times past. Coming towards the Iberian was a solder ready to take him to the fire. He set up a startled everyone the solder raised his gun to shoot him. The Iberian screamed please do not shoot! For I am the only survivor surely this must be my destiny to become a slave of these two men, point to the two robed men. The men agreed and the solder let him rise and go.

The Iberian raised his hand toward the robed men, they each grabbed each other just below the elbow as they greeted The Iberian said to one of these men: I know who you are. I personally had a very bad feeling about that?

Later the solders were going door to door and killing all men women and children. They would cut their heads off and leave the heads on the stove or counter as a display for others. Leaving the body were it lay. The Iberian s were parasites to these people and all would be killed.

Next thing I knew the three men were in the US, specifically at my mothers.
My dad came into the house and asked us to look out into the neighbors field. There are hundreds of horses, which mad my mom squeal she loves horses. What cam next was unexplainable. The Owner had all the horses fall into ranks. Several rows of horses all facing the owner.

The owner turned to face the horses and he raised a bible lifting his arms to the sky, each horse bent down on their front knees with their eyes facing the ground as if praying.

Here the dream ended.

I did some research and found that there really was and is a race called Iberian known today as Spain and Portugal.

Well, clouds were seen around the northern hemisphere. really white clouds. did not get visions of rain or snow. just the white. around the end of 2014 beginning of 2015..felt.

Could be Ash?

I'm feeling uneasy tonight. Are any of you?

No drama in my life right now, and the ods are that it's the good side of the Force getting my attention, knowing I'll note it and not be reaching for some pleasure, but meditate or be in more of a receptive, "I'm paying attention" mood. May be some bad attitude with someone in my life, etc...that I need to see and admit.

I feel serious, concerned for the near-future, but that's just about always, these days. Just thought I'd ask, in case it happens to be something others are picking up on today.

Thursday November 13, 2014

I am at school, I think in the academic building. There are whiteboards around me. I am with other people and I think we're participating in an abstraction of the concept of studying, learning, practicing, doing homework, and the like. In other words we aren't doing anything specific, but we are doing all of these things. It is the middle of the night. I think about a few more things. Einsteins is in the background and one of it's employees who I interact with on a nearly daily basis floats out of Einsteins like a ghost, and moves in a vector until he passes through the fourth floor window and stands before us. "Come to Einsteins at 4:00 AM! We will be having an early class registration period, so if you want to be guaranteed to get your classes, this is the first opportunity to register." He dematerializes as his phantasm retreats the way it came. Outwardly, everyone in the room accepts his message. I think to myself, 'What? Einsteins doesn't open until 6 AM... This doesn't make sense.' This dream continued for a little while. It consisted entirely of my mind processing day residue.
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I am in a second story room with hardwood floors and beautiful, wooden ceilings which hug the underside of the roof. The ceiling has wooden beam architecture that criss crosses and forms triangles for support. There are black metal fixtures attached to the beams which support black metal bars that reach to the floor and suspend it in midair. They enable the entire room to swing like a pendulum while remaining flat and aligned with the door that leads to the rest of the house. The room is a twenty foot square with no walls, but it is comfortable inside with no wind and a natural temperature. It is dark outside and the lighting in the ceiling casts a warm glow over the room. I am sitting in my blue hammock which is set up in it's ground frame on the other side of the room from the entrance. There are maybe a half dozen friends of mine scattered around my room talking and chilling. Jon is one of them, and we're talking. I realize how awesome this room is! I begin to think about the practicality of it, and of course my first consideration for a room with no walls is rain. I look at the roof and notice that it hangs about eight feet further than the room in all directions. I think back and cannot remember a time when I had a problem with rain coming in. Some part of me questions my reality and I consider the possibility that I am in a dream. No don't be ridiculous, this has always been my house. The next practicality I think of is temperature - how does it stay warm enough for me to live here year round? This isn't as easy to explain away. I must be living somewhere that it's warm year round...
We, or me, or one of my friends makes the room start swinging. My hammock, furniture, and belongings are oddly secure. Some time passes and people are just hanging out. Some people go between my room and the rest of the house, which is enclosed and fixed. I notice two men working on the outside of the neighboring building, which is an abnormally tall McDonalds that doesn't look anything like McDonalds. They appear to be cleaning the outside, several stories up. All of a sudden they fall, and I hear them hit the ground. That was pretty anticlimactic. The impact was not loud at all, and they barely screamed if at all. It just sort of happened. I peer over the side of my room to see what happened. The two men lay there one on top of the other, limbs slightly disfigured and intertwined. There is almost no blood but they're not moving. I sit back. I see Jon's father, dressed in black and manipulating their ropes, scurrying left along the top of that building. He fires a zipline gun at my house and ziplines to my room. Jon walks over to him and his father hugs him tight. They both look at me, in unity, and I realize there is much more to his father than meets the eye. His father fires another zipline to a building behind my house and down a hill. Still hugging Jon tight, they zipline off into the night.
I begin talking to another friend of mine, Andy. We talk for a while and end up getting into a really good conversation. I tell him he is a good friend and he's someone I can really trust. I proceed to divulge the details of my primary business venture to him, which I consider top secret. I detail exactly how I intend to pay of school and make my first million.
He interrupts. "Wait- what did you just say?" I immediately realize who I'm talking to. I try not to hate anyone, but if I did I would hate Andy. I think about how much I distrust this person and how valuable the information I just gave him is. He could use it to help me and make a lot of money, to compete with me and make somewhat less money, or to interfere with me and prevent me from making money.
"Uh....." I stumble over my own words.
"Did you just say that you trust me?!?"
"Uhm... yeah..." Awkward moment. I don't remember where the conversation went after that. I think the dream just ended.

Even though Thanksgiving is still a couple weeks away, you can already see day residue coming in. How can day residue be apparent ahead of the event? Easy……go shopping. In commerce land, they’ve already had Thanksgiving…they had Thanksgiving even before Halloween, and now they’re on to Christmas already. So things like “tree” and “gift” will probably be making our dream runs here in a couple of weeks. And this whole discussion is confirmed by today’s high flyers: “Turkey Brief.”


“Gloves’ are back again. This could also be day residue as everyone get blanketed by record cold weather. Check out my three groupings. Triple fighters enter a conundrum of some sort….what would triple represent? Three different countries? Three different challenges?

Group 2: Is that an oxymoron, or perhaps Sitchen’s work is apparent here
Group 3: Two instances of Police are in this one grouping. They are reading a transition, and so that could either be a good thing or bad thing. The bad interpretation is marshal law. The good interpretation you ask? Well, the police force turns into nice, forgiving angels (HA, HA!).

   


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i was preparing food for supper. my daughter was in the kitchen with me. the meat and most of the veggies for the pot roast were sitting in the colander next to the sink. I only had one can of veggies left. potatoes. why I was using canned potatoes I have no clue. I opened the can and they smelled so horribly bad. "these potatoes are bad!! we can't eat the potatoes! what will we do without potatoes!" I poured some into my hand over the sink to see what was wrong with them. at first I thought they were packed with pineapples. "why would they pack potatoes with pineapple! it's poison and people don't know!" but then I just rinsed the potatoes and was putting them into the colander. I was very frustrated and the potatoes were making the onions fall into the sink. then I guess I had put the roast in the oven, I could smell the onions. as I was walking into the living room I looked out my window and it was dark already. I saw my neighbor's kids walking up to my door in red santa-suit-looking pajamas like it was Christmas time. they were about 4 and 8 years old. the little one was a girl and the other a boy. they had gifts. I opened the door and one had a toasted macaroni sandwich that looked like one of those pre-school art projects little kids make with macaroni glued on paper. but some of the noodles were brown and some were black. the other one had an orange gift bag full of fresh onion rings. I said "oh how nice! I knew I smelled them cooking." I halfway stepped out my door to wave to their mom because I knew she would be waiting for me to acknowledge. the mom was Michele Obama. as I was waving to her kids came inside and made themselves all comfy on my couch. then my kids got all excited that the neighbor kids were over. soon I realized they had invited themselves over for a sleepover! on a school night! how RUDE! they just let themselves in and made themselves at home!

Some friends were with me and we ended to practice for a musical concert. We stopped to practice and were joined by three girls who also were in the concert. We decided to collaborate together on a special song together as a solo as we sounded so good.

There was more before but that is what I remember