I was at a mechanic/ sales shop for small engines. I am a landscaper in real life so this was normal. The shop had friendly personnel and the customers were also friendly. After some negotiating and waiting I agreed to leaving an item with the shop and eventually left. When I walked outside I noticed a strip of a dozen or so chemtrails on a clean sky. It was excessive and personally bothered me as it was unusually thick and all in one strip close together, centered above me. This bothers me in real life as well. As I looked down in an effort to shake off the anger two or three more jets roared by with unbelievably thick chemtrails billowing out. There were exceptionally low as well, so low even a skeptic would have been moved to rethink what they are doing, and below the legal ceiling for aircraft in a populated area. I felt a sense of anger coming from the jets directed at the surface people, those of us living our lives normally. It seemed those laying the chem trails were in a last effort to initiate their sinister purpose. Also the thought of GWEN towers raced thru my mind. Those are microwave towers which I understand beam negative energy which reacts with the chemtrail contents causing uncontrollable reactions from human beings. I was infuriated.

I continued to walk away from the shop across the large parking lot when I felt a storm coming on fast. The wind started blowing hard and the sun was being blocked. I had to decide whether to keep walking or return to the shop for safety when an explosion occurred from within the low lying chemtrails. I was very loud with light orange flash like a ball of light. Then a second explosion occurred about 5 seconds later. I became scared at this point, whatever was happening was very powerful. I ran back to the shop to inform the others and also take safety. When I got there we all waited in the repair shop and I noticed an official looking paper on the floor. I picked it up because I saw my name on it. When I looked it over it turned out to be a road map of Washington D.C. simply discarded on the floor, it had some wear and tear. My name turned out to be a street name only missing one letter of my real name. I found this strange. That was it, I had several other inconsequential dreams before and after but this was clear enough that I think there was some message.

As I slept I dreamed that I went to the market and there was a sign at the door stating "Mandatory Food Purchases are placed in cart, add additional items with in limits allowed only." I was a little baffled by this as it was not something I had ever seen, upon entering the market I took my cart and it was 25 percent filled with plain labeled items that also had the words Government Mandated Foods.
I went on and since we grow most of our own vegetables and fruits, I bypassed the produce isle. As I passed the meat area the sign read "1.5 lb Maximum purchase allowed for Beef and Pork" then when I went further to the poultry area there was a sign reading "Maximum 2 lbs Chicken" So I moved on to the seafood counter and the sign there was really odd. It read "Maximum purchase 1 lb if no other meats are purchased" I got my beef and pork and moved on. Breads were limited to one loaf per customer. canned goods were being handed out as if they were prescriptions from, and the only drinks available were 2 gallons of water per customer.

I woke up when I reached the register and the cashier told me that when I enter they took my photo and I was being issued a card that I would need as identification to purchase groceries.

I AWOKE AT 4:30 A.M. AND USED THE BATHROOM. WHEN I RETURNED AND LAID DOWN MY HEAD BACK DOWN TO SLEEP, I CLOSED MY EYES AND SAW A SPACE NEEDLE. I THOUGHT IT WAS ONE OF THE TWO IN NIAGARA FALLS; ONE OF WHICH I VISITED WHILE VACATIONING THERE. I HEARD THE WORDS SEATTLE, WASHINGTON STATE. SHORTLY THEREAFTER, I HEARD AN EXPLOSION AND A LARGE BLACK CLOUD APPEARED IN THE SKY. MY DREAM ENDED THERE.

I preface this dream with the fact I am agnostic, and normally do not seek 'religion' as a solution to what I see in dreams. That said, this was one of the 'rare' dreams I have, in which my dream did turn 'theological' partially.
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I am in a Jeep-type vehicle, on the passenger side. It is like the 70's model 'Renegades' (wide tires, top and doors are off). I am in the passenger seat, and I am riding with the driver who is going at a relatively fast clip along the dirt road we are on. It is muddy, several times we drive across small streams where the water threatens to get high enough to enter into the floorpan of the Jeep.

We are headed East, and I 'feel' that we are in mid-latitude Alabama, slightly south of Birmingham. It does NOT look like that region looks currently. It looks primordial, swampy, almost like the Everglades. I look over at the driver, and it is a light-brown-haired driver with short beard, tan shirt, jeans and bare feet. I perceive this 'person' to be the one most would know as 'god' or the Christian 'Jesus'. Looking past him, I see the far skyline through the trees, there are tall buildings 20-30 miles away.

The driver says calmly to me, 'that was once the city of Birmingham, but is no more but a dwelling for the creeping thing'.

We drive over a stream, and I say 'look at all the fish, can we stop and fish for a while?' He seems rather incredulous that I would ask to fish, while he is driving, well, like a 'bat-out-of-hell' through the swamp Eastward to apparently explain something. I'm told 'no', flatly. I reply, 'ok, later maybe?'

He says, 'this is what comes when it begins, and it will begin soon. All that is beneath them, they are unaware of, but it shall be washed away for I will return this to the natural state.'

He says something else, but I'm back to looking at fish again (can't get hunting and fishing out of my mind, I guess - even there). Finally, he says, 'this is but one of many that shall succumb to the great inland lake I shall place here, for this pleases me far more than the evil that has dwelt here for so long'.

He then shows me a map of where the structure I called 'Lake Birmingham' occupied. It was a great shallow inland lake almost 200-miles across. Moreso a new, larger Everglades to replace the one now washed away by many tidal events, it spanned from Birmingham to Bowling Green, KY; and from Jackson, TN almost to the SW tip of Virginia. It was HUGE.

The Jeep stopped, I found myself standing in the middle of the dirt road, green mossy vines overhead, humid, foggy mist floating by, and looking at a golden hue to the north of where I stood, as I could make out the buildings - grown over, glass missing, vines overtaking them - and only the sound of swamp creatures croaking and chittering in the background.

I woke up, and of all things, really missed the chance to go fishing! That was a very nice stream we passed. Wonder if it is there even now?

I want to ask anyone & everyone that will reply, do you dream in both? or just color? If you do or remember that you ever have dreamed in black/white, was it literally like watching a black and white TV, if you're old enough to ever have? Do you wake up and think something like, "wow, that was in black and white?" Or just remember the events and it's no big deal?

Maybe I did dream in black and white once or more, but that those are the dreams I don't remember. I have zero awareness or knowledge that I have ever dreamed in black and white. I don't hear it discussed very often, but when I do, every time I feel very foreign to the idea because it's feels so unreal to me. Life is so colorful, I'm not an optimist or pessimist but a "realist" and sorry for redundancy but I cannot one iota identify with dreaming in black and white.

If you ever did and remember it, and if you are too young too have watched a B&W TV, now you know what our old TV viewing was like. Really very bland. Oh, maybe you've seen it in really old reruns. Duh at myself, .

I just read a reference to B&W dreaming and this is why it's on my mind right now. Idea fascinates me and I've never asked a dreamer about it before.
Now, I shall end this post. I must really enjoy typing to be so wordy at times. heh~

Now we’re back into the groove. DreamBot is saying quite a bit this morning. I find it strange that so many people dreamed about bodyguards, but even more strange is how the linguistics ended up laying this out. Grouping 1 sounds like a forthcoming whistleblower who is lucky to have been picked up by the press.


It seems as though our linguistics stories today get bigger as we go down the list. Group 2 implies that some form of distraction (highest distraction) is needed to defend the dying government, AND the exploration of a virgin replacement.

Group 3 is confirming to the elders that the strange statistics we’ve been keeping are indeed congratulatory. If many of you have been seeing me somewhat quiet lately, it’s because of the statistical work I’ve been doing the past few days. I am just about ready to notify the general public of this revelation, but you won’t be seeing a lot of fanfare. The reason? Because the meek shall inherit the earth. As you’ll see PROBABLY by the end of the weekend is something that only the meek will be drawn to. Greedy people don’t “waste” their time exploring dreams, but those who do, or at least those who value dreams in general, will learn that the dreams do, in fact, precede reality….in many more ways that you can possibly imagine. If you’re meek, humble, hard-working and grateful, please be on the lookout for an article that seems to match this description.

Group 4: Who’s Harry, and what’s he trying to power?

RED LINE: notice that the collective unconscious is INFATUATED with the paranormal (i.e., that which is not normal), as indicated by Unfamiliar, Strangest, Awkward, etc. Remember all these words in this list are at the very top of 10,000+ dream words. The theme is clear: we’re getting ready for something WEIRD (and all this really, honestly could be the statistical absolute mind-bending change of paradigm forthcoming for those who will use the proceeds to improve our world--and this is no abstract interpretation, either....).


   

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I've been handed a device, a safety device of some kind but it doesn't work. The structure doesn't make sense. I'm upset, a little emotional. The device is something representative of capitalism, greed and corporate interest and it makes me physically ill. I see it generates a force field or shield and so many people are innocent because they don't understand. They didn't make the decisions themselves. They didn't understand or know the implications. I took the device apart. It's a box I see why it didn't work right, it had been altered for an opposite purpose than what it was designed. It is really very simple. I took out all the extra, secret pieces. All it really is, is two electrode wires connected to "the big speakers". I wired it back together and was screwing closed the case when it occurred to me that it wouldn't do any good, it was attached to the electric system, the grid. There wasn't going to be any electricity when we were listening for the alarm so it wouldn't help. I took it over to another wall and hooked it up. The wires coming out of that wall were to the batteries. I suddenly felt much better, no longer in distress. I smell pine trees and hope they will be okay when the water recedes. The device is ready to warn us. It's just a box with two metal rods protruding from the bottom. I mounted it to a pipe by taping it securely rods pointing down. When water rises it will touch both rods and complete the circuit and sound the alarm. I step away and am going out a door and the question hits me, why did they use the alarms to interfere. They took what we needed and used it for their own purpose. If no one fixed them it would have been a very bad thing. I wonder if they altered other alarms and what else we won't know and then I start to feel some anxiety again as I wake up.

So few people, and many obstacles. Many aren't 'themselves' anymore (I hate the word 'zombie', but many are 'permanently sick and wandering the streets' that will never heal, never return). They walk by, ambling. Watch them carefully, most times they don't see you - other times, they attack like a crazed soccer fan. Unpredictable.

I am tired of going house-to-house. There's no food left, others like me have gotten it already. It's near-empty soap bottles and cleaning supplies. Death overpowers many of the insides of homes. I knock, and if no answer, I open the door and search cabinets. It's been almost 6-months since 'it' happened (still no information on what 'it' is).

Dangerous to search houses in the daytime, cannibals are in groups now - not easy like in the start, 1-on-1. If they see you, they hunt you like prey. Not enough food to make searching worth it anymore. I've got to get out of the town.

Driving on road in unknown truck. Gas is low, not enough food or water in back. There's a deer, that will help. I am so hungry. I need to find a stream to get water, I am almost out.

It has been 3-years now, few are left. I stay hungry. Animals seem to be mostly gone. You still hear a few birds, but not like before. Weather is 'chilled' year-round, but I haven't seen snow since this started (strange, I think to myself). I am always chilled, though. I am ALWAYS hungry. Barely enough to live on.

It is 5-years or more. There are no airplanes overhead. Occasionally I cross paths with another. A few travel with me now. I don't lead, it's more like we just walk in the same direction together. We don't talk, even to each other. 6, maybe 8 total. We are wary of strangers we encounter now, seems without fail that each which crosses our path stays but a few days, then disappears in the night with more than enough of our meager food or gear. It is not worth helping or allowing others to join, it hurts us so bad. We usually find their body within a few days, but without fail, the gear they took is gone, and no food remains.

This goes on for years, how many I do not know.

Our group grows in size, there are now two dozen or more with us. We speak some, and there are a few young with us now. We seem to have been walking a 'clearing' for a long time, like an overgrown road or a trail (I'm thinking high-power powerlines). I feel bone-tired. I know I am dying.

We crest a hill in the Western Rockies. Below our vantage point, we see them. Close to 30-other groups, coming together in a meeting point! Maybe 5,000 or more. We came to a meeting point with no map or communication? I look at our group - we look like cavemen. We are arrayed in skins and furs, woven grass mats. There are no modern fibers or cloths anymore.

I am too weak to make it down to them, but I tell my wife - 'help them find the path down to that group forming'. She refutes, and wants to stay with me. I tell her, there is nothing she can do now - but help the others. I tell her 'I am going to sit here and just watch, rest for a while', you go ahead and help them down.

I awake - and don't fully understand if this was a dream, premonition, or something else.

what I dreamed was similar to the mobile app bubble game wherein you shoot a certain color bubble into a mass of bubbles and try to pop them by matching the colors. Except the bubbles a was shooting at were only red and blue and I could only shoot 1 at a time. the bubble I was shooting with was gold and the gold bubble would pop 1 red or 1 blue even when there were multiple blues or reds next to each other. I knew in my dream it meant republicans and democrats.

Last night as I slept I had a dream that my husband and I were sitting watching television and holding hands when the show was interrupted by an important national news alert... The White House had been overthrown and the person responsible for the siege had taken over as commander in chief. My husband and I were listening and commenting between ourselves when the word came that the person who had overthrown the White House was going to make a statement... When it came on there was a KANGAROO in a three-piece suit standing at the Presidential podium in the Nations Capitol and we were discussing that he couldn't be president because he wasn't from this country. Then just before I woke, the Kangaroo said "As you can see the president is in no position to run the country..." And you could see the President tied to a chair with a gag in is mouth.... then I woke up.