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

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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