My husband, myself and another person arrived at our house and immediately sensed there was a home invader present - someone that reminded me of Chuckie. We huddled together to plan a thorough search to flush him out.

Vision of two or three barrel bombs sitting at the bottom of a drop off somewhere in an ocean. There were two or three people present in the peripheral.

Wednesday November 12, 2014

I asked to dream about an event that will take place in 2015 in accordance with the NDC's quest for what might happen next year.

Dream: I thought that a gang of people and myself were running from Michael Myers from the original Halloween series and another guy who was killing people. I watched this other guy reach into a man's chest and rip his heart out! One of our gang got injured and I told the unknown killer that Michael Myers wanted him dead and he started walking towards him. I woke up before anything took place, but I knew that Michael would slaughter that guy.

I was actually incubating a couple of important memes, one personal/private and one for NDC so needed to be careful to segregate any residue and overlapping factors.

I was void of dreams for two nights as a result. Deciding on one at a time to see what came up; clearly snippets from notes revealed metaphoric images/messages as well as literal.

I am back at the international food fest where all dishes are prepared and ready to serve but no one can eat them.

People began to sneeze, some coughing, others holding their heads from intense headaches.
The ruling officials announce they will only refund those who paid by credit/debit cards as all the cash has been removed (by people wearing hazmat). They were concerned the money changing hands was contaminated by a virus spread through contact- air, touch, secretions. All cash had to be destroyed at CDC controlled centers.

Those with digital credit could be refunded easily. Those with cash had to prove what they paid with a receipt yet no one would touch the receipts. Everything became a potential vector for transmission.

Government officials and media announced at that food event (which everyone thought odd to be so immediate- was it a planned false flag?) to facilitate payment of the food, the healthcare treatment and any other transactions needed to get home, implants will be available at the door along with a vaccine to prevent further infection - for those who were not sick yet. They announced that ACA had a provision to implant so all was legal and enforceable.

The following day the news announced a speech by the Pope that this action was unconscionable and would not be sanctioned by the Vatican or the church. He offered that any catholic who chose not to agree with this would be given sanctuary and fed by the church.

Following the Pope's speech attempts were made to blow up the Vatican and close all churches.
This felt metaphoric for eradicating beliefs of any kind having to do with survival, or trust in a system/authority/father figure that would give solutions.

The food felt metaphoric for sustenance of any kind extending into economic nurturing. Cash was gone, what technology was there to replace exchange? What would happen with people who did not have electronics? Therefore, the comfort of a community based support system (like a church or alternative living) was stripped from the masses, Metaphor- masses, MASS, catholic mass/sacrament- sacrifice.

The Pope and another figure like a monk, (Dalai Lama?) announced to all before the attempted destruction that it can change through prayer and meditation.

(After an absence of any dream recall for about a week, these from my notes/journal...)

Scene #1:
I have first-hand point of view. I cannot see myself, but I know that I am in my late teens. I am not familiar to myself. This appears to be from another life or another's life. I am accompanied by a young man named Bryant. I know no one named Bryant. He is not familiar to me either, but he is within this scene. The young man, also in his late teens, is strapping, about 6'3" tall, dark blonde hair and blue eyes. I am with child, about four months along, and we are heading to an abortion clinic. Upon entering the building, we see medical attendants bustling everywhere. We travel through a maze of hallways, seeing hundreds, if not thousands, of women in their rooms, full of fear and despair. They are awaiting the procedure. The place is professional, not a mill so to speak. I am assigned a room, and go in with this man, Bryant, and I sit upon the bed, full of sadness and terror. Suddenly, Bryant looks up and speaks up: "We cannot do this to our child; we will somehow make a family." I leap off the bed and into his arms. We leave the clinic, seeing women after the procedure, with the rooms bloodied and sometimes dead fetuses nearby. We leave the building, joyful with our decision.

Scene #2: I am alone. I am dressed up, and heading to a night club not familiar to me. It is the Marriott Hotel. The scene and the hotel is not familiar to me. It is pitch black. I am not comfortable. Upon "parking", I enter the hotel, up three large cement steps, amidst manicured landscaping. Upon entering the night club, I see just a few people milling about, and bartenders. I decide to refresh my makeup, heading to the rest room. There, there are 3-4 young women at the mirrors. I turn to leave the rest room, and the normal scene morphs dramatically. We are frightened. The environment has changed into a disaster scene. We must get out of there! But, in my heels, I cannot. The tiled floors are like ice, and now leaning dramatically. There are also "craters" formed; if you slip and fall down into the hole, you fall down onto the first floor of the building, causing injury or death. There is nothing to cling to. A man is there at the rest room door, frantically trying to assist his girlfriend or wife. She, like me, is terrified, trying to scooch over to him, trying to avoid falling into the big crater in the floor. We make eye contact with each other. Yipes. Losing my footing for a second or two, I can see down the crater into the first floor far below. It is like a bomb went off here. Need to get out!

Wednesday November 12, 2014

This dream was way too real! I woke up a while ago from a dream where my husband and I found a rattlesnake right next to us and we were trying to find something to kill it, but could not do so. My husband did things that nearly got us bitten and I fussed at him for it. This snake was young but big.
I woke up before we could kill it, but at least we did not get bitten by it.

The word “Ink” shoots up identically to “Abbey” and “Adobe” yesterday. Very low probability that those are all related, and despite the strong surging, there is unfortunately also a low chance that we’ll see these manifest in real headlines. I hope to be disappointed.


“Turnaround” didn’t make it big in daily surges, but certainly outperformed it’s peers in all the other categories. It’s a watch word, along with “Assualted.” We don’t yet know enough about watch word statistics to determine whether these are predictive, thus the term watch word.

As for groupings, there might be more than I indicated but the two I annotated seemed to jump out. #1 appears to be a plane that is assaulted and whether “hilarious” is involved remains to be seen (that is, if this phrase is at all predictive).

Grouping 2 seems to resonate a hollow Earth type tone, especially if we include “Pipe.”

Last important point: “Forget Silver??!!” Are silver prices about to plummet?

Oops: almost forgot the Reptilian overlap: Alligators and Turtles.


   

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I was best friends with kim kardashian. I went everywhere with her. the press would accost he everywhere and I would defend her because I felt everyone misunderstood her.

I was at some sort of bazaar with my mom. outdoor shops and some indoors. we looked at most. one shop had some curtains she liked - emerald green jacquard. she got one. when we got ready to leave she said she should've bought more, but it was like she didn't have enough money. so I went back to the shop to get them. as I was walking back to the shop I remember thinking "yes this is the right shop. I remember these racks of clothes". I found the curtains she wanted. there was only one left. there was another woman shopping there. I fumbled thru all the curtains to make sure there weren't anymore. when I was checking out the cashier asked if I need curtain pins. I said I should get them because I don't know if mom has any. so the cashier was handing them to me and dropped them. they were tiny and they went everywhere. I saw one it some kind of drain hole and I said "oh heres one. these are not like any curtain pins I have ever seen". then the other shopper got all defensive about my comment and said "these are curtain pins! they are GREAT curtain pins!" I was surprised about her chiming in. but I got the weird curtain pins. the one I got out of the drain was like a thumbtack crossed with a quilt pin and the ball on the top was amber. i couldn't decide if I should pay by credit or debit.

I was in what I understood to be my house. hubby had just left. I was wearing shorts and a bra, but had my shirt in my hand that I was about to put on. it was as though I had just had shower. the door was ajar but the glass door was closed. a man with red hair just walken right in the door. he go kind of close to me. as he got close I backed away towards the kitchen. there was a bar/counter that split the kitchen from the living area. I though "if I could get to a knife... the man asked if the person who likes video games was home. I sadi "what?!?" he moved a little closer and repeated himself. when he spoke I could see in his mouth. the roof of his mouth was full of eye teeth, like a lamprey. I couldn't understand him because all the teeth made him have a speech impediment. I answered "no he just left", but in reality I am the one who plays video games. I asked "do you want me to leave him a message?" it was an opportunity to get behind the bar. I got a pencil and paper. he looked puzzled. I said "I can write down your name and number and tell him you were here?" he said yeah. I said "ok? so who do I tell him was here?" he said "above your head video game". I wrote it down and he just walked out the door. when he was leaving I put my shirt on. I just realized I was still standing there with it in my hand. I had been so shocked by this guy I forgot about it. I watched him leave through the front window. and hubby was getting back at the same time. he said "who was that?" I said "he was looking for you - from above your head video".

new scene: I was home trying to sleep. I kept dozing off and waking back up. got up to use the bathroom. when I was in there I suddenly felt afraid that someone was in my house. I got very still and quiet and listened. I was looking into the hall for a shadow. I was thinking of someway to defend myself if I did see a shadow. after a few minutes I decided it was safe. when I came out of the bathroom I noticed a used and almost bald bike tire hanging up in the hall. I walked into the kitchen and it was already late morning. my son and my now deceased gramma were there. I made some coffee, but its like I was confused by the coffee maker. the carafe had indentations in the bottom and they were full of dried coffee - like it hadn't been used in a while or the last time it was used it had been left turned on and all the coffee had burned away in the pot. I ran water into it and chunks were coming out that were like black beans. I think my son and gramma were gone then. I asked about the bike tire and someone said "well its not completely flat and we might need it" I don't know who answered.