My husband and I were getting ready to move, again. I walk out the front door to see a very dark blue cloudy sky. Very ominous.

Struck. Are we sure the “r” is supposed to be there in Struck?  Stuck would be a better word I would think! The collective is back into one of its apparent phases of monotony, lack of creativity, in a rut. Not much new under the sun in recent days, which makes sense based on the next words: “Daily Sun.”


If we put this all together, we see that some meeting has been struck, probably significant enough to where the Queen is curious about it. The “Daily Sun” is a publication in many different locations, but the only ones that showed up in a search are Flagstaff, Cornell, and Lake County (FL).

I wouldn’t hold too much stock in the lower half of this list, as these words would not make our “normal” daily list. But they didn’t grow at zero rate or less like the rest of the list.

   


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I was walking in a wintry scene. It was a long valley with cliffs about 50 feet high on either side. It was about a half mile from the cliffs on my right to the cliffs on my left. There was 2-3 of snow blanketing the scene and it was a densely pine-forested area. There were no other people and no animals at this point in the dream.
I suddenly hear a very large plane coming from my right and I start looking for the plane to come over the ridge. As the plane comes into sight I notice 1) its massive -- like the size of a c-130 and 2) it appears to be painted to look like a bald eagle. I need to see it more closely and I run toward it and in the direction it is flying. I know the landing strip is on top of the opposite ridge.
As it flies across the valley it follows the terrain so that when it comes across the edge of the ridge it lowers down to the top of the trees in the valley. It isn't painted at all! I think at first it's an eagle, but then I see it is a gryphon! As it's flying its 4 legs are running and it is flapping its monstrous wings and its mouth opens and closes as it turns its head side to side, as though it's searching for prey!
When it is approaching the landing strip the motion of its legs and wings stirs up the snow. It looks like it's going to land like a plane but instead when it gets to about the middle of the strip it stays above the ground, its wings flapping to keep it aloft. It looks like its talking to something on the ground but I'm too far to see through the snow he's churning up.
Then he flies back down to the valley and begins to run along the paths between the trees. I try to stay under cover of trees but stay close enough to see where it's going and what it's doing. It gets on a large path headed towards me. As I'm maneuvering to see it, there's suddenly a very large buck right in front of me. It lowers its head in an aggressive posture at me. I slowly try to back away, forgetting briefly about the gryphon, which is running in my direction. I look around for something to fight this deer with and there's a folding metal chair that I grab and use like a shield. The buck looks away towards the gryphon and I get up next to the trunk of a large spruce tree, holding the chair between me and the buck. He glares at me and back to the gryphon.
The gryphon is now about 10 feet in front of me and there are multitudes of animals following and encircling him. They are sniffing for me but they can't see me, only the buck can see me. I think I am doomed. They smell me and I am wearing this hot pink parka. As I'm looking at the animals surrounding me I'm also looking for something I could use as a weapon if I needed to, but all I see is a very old, rusted vacuum. The gryphon tells the animals they don't have time for this. He doesn't speak aloud but I hear him, as do the animals. He leaves and they all follow him. The buck looks back at me and I understand him saying he could've called attention to me, but he didnt.
When they are gone I come out of the tree and start to walk away, but then a centaur, who is my friend, comes running up to me. I hug him and tell him I am so glad to see him. The centaur's name is Chaos. He is the only centaur left as all the others have been banished. He is beautiful and he is a most trusted friend to me. He helps me up on to his back and we run to cover.
He takes me to a place in the rocks in the side of the cliffs to the right. It's almost like a cave, but it is just a space where rocks surround it mostly on all sides. I get down and he shows me things in the grotto. First there are 2 separate small caves downslope in the grotto -- one to the right and 1 to the left of the entrance to the grotto. He tells me to look into the cave on the right. There's water in the bottom and glowing lights. When I look more closely the light is coming from something like a tv. There's something important I'm watching, but I can't remember now what it was. The other cave has the same thing but the tv-like device is playing something else important that I also can't remember.
As I walk back to Chaos, I'm asking why he is showing me these things. He says they are important artifacts from ancient times. I see some things on the grotto walls. There are things that look like living beings but they are just drawings. There is something like butterflies and there are eyeballs. The eyeballs move like they are looking at me.
Suddenly the ruler of the centaurs appears. Chaos is about 8 feet tall at the shoulder, but this centaur ruler towers over him. As quickly as he appeared he banished Chaos and he vanished. I screamed "

Yep, another crater in the collective unconscious apparently. “Angel” is a sort of mini-surge and “Cross” is just now getting back to it’s typical average after an apparent 1-month hiatus. Press continues to  dazzle, but very conspicuously. It is at an all-time high and climbed 24% more.

All the rest of the word list comprising low-surging words, yet they are up near their all-time highs. For example, Urine is simply a strange meme, but we’ve seen it periodically throughout the past month. It’s climb from yesterday was abysmal, but it wasn’t negative, which one would expect for having that kind of run in weeks past. Okay, so the big takeaways here is obviously the top daily surges Angel and Cross….something very spiritual, and something even uplifting. Next, two of the top watch words are “Press & Conference,” which just happen to get used together in regular speech, and towards the bottom, the two watch words are “Agent Lucky.”

For me, the groupings are really sporadic, as indicated by press conference. I believe this has to do with most of the words hovering right at around 0% for daily change. The only grouping I indicated was at the bottom. These words are familiar to us, but I provide them here because they sing a troublesome note: “Yes, Agent Orange Lucky.” ………..I suppose it’s just a coincidence that Veteran’s Day is just two days away?


   

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I was outside, sitting on a patio of a house in which I didn't know the people who owned it. I was waiting for my family to meet me there. A woman came out of a door, came over to me and told me that Lisa Marie Presley had committed suicide. I thought it was strange, and she did too.

That was all that really stuck out in my dream.

Sunday November 9th, 2014

Three of us are sitting in a darker red, four door sedan not unlike my old red Dodge Stratus. It is night-time and we are parked on a hill, facing downhill. The road we are on joins the large building at the top of the hill with the rest of society. It traces down the hill, past our parked car, and then turns right just before it gets to the bottom and continues off into the distance. The hill is entirely covered in grass, with no trees or other objects visible. The building at the top of the hill is huge. It looks like a hotel or something, but it actually is at least partially mine. I don't know if it is my private residence or my work or something. The building is illuminated, but we're so far away the only light is provided by a singular lamp post. It stands, yard light style, near the bend in the road. I am sitting in the passenger seat fiddling with the radio, or something else in the center console. My window is cracked. A large bear walks up to the car and leans over the window, paw on the roof. We pass something through the crack in the window to the bear and start talking to him. He seems very intelligent for what he is, and he appears to understand the high level things we're telling him. This is the longest part of the dream. I do not remember many specifics. I know I am a doctor or researcher of some type, and our interactions with this animal have relation to my work. I know we are abnormally complacent with the bear's proximity to our car. At one point I even remember opening the window for a minute, enough he could've gotten a paw in the car. Eventually the bear left us alone and we went back to the building up the hill.

Saturday November 8th, 2014

I don't know where I am, but it is poorly lit or night-time. I am here with two friends and we come upon a lake to our right, which circles around one third of a rock pile to our left. The rocks are each somewhat larger than a cinder block, but natural. The pile continues from a height of maybe twelve feet into the water at a 50 degree angle and descends to an unknown but substantial depth. The water is cold and black, obscuring the reality below. Someone had cleared some of the rocks along the waterline to create a small path between the pile and the lake. We follow the path around the pile and I see air bubbles materialize on the surface of the water. They move closer to the corner of the lake until a head emerges and the attached person climbs out and greets a small group of people standing on the back side of this rock pile. Another SCUBA diver emerges and joins the group. The group includes members of the SCUBA club from school and some people from the dive shop, including our instructor. I help them out of their gear by holding their tanks while they take them off. I see the needle on the air gauge is below 500 psi, pointing nearly to zero. There is some weird spring stretching across the gauge and the needle is oscillating. "Why are you guys diving on such low air? You could've just filled up between dives."
They were having a 'try SCUBA' event, or something similar, where they show off SCUBA to prospective hobbyists. "Oh, the needle looks cooler when it's moving like that."
"Oh." It does look cooler, but that is extremely dangerous.
...
I am with the same two friends. We are at a house of one of theirs standing next to a different, smaller body of water. Two of us stand adjacent to the lake, while the third stands in the lake. He reaches down into the water and performs some operations with the tools he holds. Finally he sticks a pipe into the water and oil begins to flow out. We take our sample back to his house. It is still night. His property is covered in large trees which surround and segregate the various lakes, the old house, the garage, and the truck in the driveway. The house is an old, two story wood building which has lost its color to the dark gray inevitable to wood fences. The second floor has windows sitting behind a small amount of shingles, while the first floor has a wrap around porch with recessed lighting which casts a warm yellow ambience on the surrounding land. These are the only lights except for the moon, which illuminates most of the dream. The driveway sits just outside the light and runs parallel to the front of the house. An old red truck sits on the far left side (facing the house) but the driveway continues further to a small one car garage.
We do whatever we need to do here and leave our sample in plastic tub on a table on the porch. I carry a clear plastic pipe about three feet long and a flat metal plate. The metal plate is a two foot square with a tail extending from the center of the bottom. The tail drips down another foot or so and concludes with a rounded end. The plate has something engraved into it, probably instructions. We walk along his land to a different lake. This time the three of us walk out into the lake, which is knee deep. I hand the metal plate to my friend, and he stabs the tail into the lake bed. He rotates the device gripping the square piece displacing rocks and dirt on the bottom. Soon we begin to see a hole develop. After a moment he pulls the metal plate out and plunges the pipe into the hole. Both clear and black oil fill the pipe, with far more black oil than clear. He puts his finger over the end and pulls the pipe out of the water, trapping the sample. We carry it back to the porch and deposit it in a different compartment of the same plastic tub.
This time I carry the tools to a third lake on his property with the two friends following me. This lake is the smallest of them all. We walk out to the center and I raise the metal plate above the lake bed. I can see that there are letters engraved, but I cannot read them at all. I tilt the metal plate until its level with the surface of the water and the moonlight reflects off the plate in such a way that I can read the writing. It's the Greek alphabet, inscribed with perfect CNC accuracy. I flip the plate back normal to the water and raise it over my head. I stab it into the lake bed and begin to twist counterclockwise. I twist for a minute or two as I watch the rocks, dirt, and sediment get carried out of the hole I am creating. After a moment I can see a murky emulsion from the hole so I pull the plate out and stab the clear plastic pipe into the hole. A small bubble of black oil escaped the pipe, but the rest of it flows upwards, along with three clumps of clear oil. It begins to spill over the top and we cap it again and take the sample back to the front porch. I dump the sample into the plastic container, separating the black oil and the clear oil into the last two remaining compartments. "What is that clear fluid?" I ask. I poke one of the gelatinous blobs I collected and collect data with my finger.
After a moment my friend responds "They're jellyfish!" I yank my finger back and look again. I can see it so clearly now! The ones I collected are small blobs, with maybe a few dozen flaccid tentacles stretching towards me. I'm lucky I didn't get stung. I look at the one my friend collected in sample two. It is by itself, but it has a much bigger blob. It also has less tentacles (maybe 8-12), but they're longer and fatter. That guy looks really dangerous! I bet he is deadly.

I just moments ago awoke from a strange dream... the meaning or subject of it escapes me completely.
In my dream I would go to work and when I arrived I was assigned a position, one I was not familiar with. As I would begin working, learning the new position... Suddenly the dream has me arriving at work again, being assigned another position, different from the previous.
This happened about 4 times before I finally woke up. Each time was the same but each time the assigned job was different.

i was traveling through a desert and I could see mountains in the distance. I was not in a car, but rather walking. many were walking in the same direction on a freeway. Loss, despair, depression = these were the things I was feeling. I stopped to rest near some large rocks. It seems there was a cave, but now thinking about it, it may have just been a space between those rocks.
In this space a "being" came to me in comfort. The compassion I felt was great and so appreciated. The being was beautiful, graceful, full of light like an angel and sat on the rock next to me and took my hand. He said "time is short. We are suiting up." The being ascended into the sky, and as he did so, I could see a breastplate appear his body and he raised his arm, holding up a great sword. As I looked around, I saw many of these beings in the sky, raining down like open parachutes, swaying as they fell to to the ground. Another landed not far from me and pointed to the ground. I saw a large dark colored turtle with a rather flat shell. "What's this?" I asked and then I saw two other turtles - box turtles with big rounded shells carrying smaller turtles on their backs. I felt so sorry for them - there was nothing green around, no water. The light being looked at me sadly and I knew that people had lost their homes and must carry what few possessions they had with them, including children and pets. I looked across the road and saw the hoards of people walking, silently walking... someplace. I looked up at the sky and still could see the golden beings, their clothes like parachutes hanging in the sky. Above them, fighter jets moving quickly across the sky. A large UFO sat silently above. I was happy to see it.

We’re staring at another potential valley in the collective unconscious. This list is shorter than normal, but it’s much longer than it should be. Many of the words at bottom are, while being well above their averages, did not surge at all. Notice that 2015 is already making it’s way up.

But with all low-level growth, here there are some significant climbers. The top group matches this description. “Invisible” and “Deceased” are considered non-slackers and should be watched. The phrase itself seems to imply that there are some medical deaths that will remain invisible. Sorry….in our world, that’s a big DUH!

I find this very interesting…Lucky Press Agent all increase in tandem from yesterday and end up next to each again. I don’t know if this is significant; just pointing it out. Orange also continues its ascent. Orange County?


   



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