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I am in a huge old house in a kitchen, also huge, with a bed in one corner where J and I are staying. We slept together for the first time the night before and are lolling in bed. We are very casual and real about everything, very amicable, no illusions. We both want it to be whatever it is honestly and not make it into stories. What it seems to be is just that we like each other and feel comfortable. We are wanting to have another morning round of intimacy, but everyone seems to be staying at this house and coming into the kitchen for one reason or another. It seems both sides of my and K's families are staying here. Nona comes in, M (deceased), my mother, K's father. All the women seem rather relaxed about this situation, considering. K's dad not so much. I am standing in just a white towel wrapped around my lower half when he comes in. He keeps thinking of more things to do in the kitchen as if to keep an eye on us. It seems the whole family is gathered for some event and people are getting ready for it. When Nona comes in she collects large beads with which to adorn herself. My mother, also, is finishing getting dressed. She looks at me with fondness and indulgence and tells me to come meet her somewhere when I am done getting ready.
Before everyone started coming in, J and I were moving a wooden shelf over the radiator so it was out of the way and under the window. We also sign a contract for something and he gives me fresh bills of money. I ask him what I am supposed to do with that. He shrugs. He just wants to keep everything clear. I say I'll put the money over here where we both know where it is in case anyone needs it.

We go to a sushi dinner in our old apartment which has been converted to a restaurant and multi-family home. S. Bauer is waiting tables. My daughter sits chatting at the table with S's brother when I get there. It turns out S's mom is in the kitchen, wearing an apron and making sushi! She laughs and agrees when I say there is never enough sushi.
I am pleased that our relationship shows signs of healing.
I notice that all the families living here are children and moms. It is much nicer than when we lived there, and everyone helps each other out. I'm a little envious because my daughter didn't get all this. They've made the outside into a really nice park for the kids.

I had several dreams. 1)I was walking along covertly a small group of houses trying to keep myself hidden but from who, I don't know. I recall being present in a park setting at night with other companions who were watching a "pirate" with a peg leg looking around to see if he was being watched and also looking for a place to bury what he had in one of his hands. 2)I had a conversation with a young boy of about 10 or 11 years and he had a black leather bound book of coins and currencies and we got into a long conversation on monetary matters involving the Federal Reserve. He gave my friend Wayne, (who was with me), something in a CD case but I don't know what it was. I recall that setting with the boy seemed to be in the 1920 to 1930's era and I remember seeing a few men in a forested area who were attending a crudly built audio singnaling tree like device imbedded into the ground next to the railroad tracks that went through the forested area. These devices were meant to spin as their protuberences were hit by the passing train causing a ding,ding,ding sound as the train went by. 3) I was working outdoors with my friend Wayne at some location tearing down building structures and my friend was quite interested in one particular woman who he wanted to get to know better and was trying to chat her up during lunch break.

tired incubating all night coming up with NADA, nunca, nothing. Then in the morning I heard a distinct loud VOICE call, "THREE".
It woke me up with a start.
Nothing else associated to it. Could be metaphoric.

Unusual apartment complex. Dream involved parents working jobs that are only 12 hour shifts or not working at all. Homes were now apartment complexes with the following design. More to this dream that doesn't seem as important as the overall fact that everyone was in these type places. Woke up around 5:45 am central time.

There was a heavy fog, like a thick blanket, it was warm and felt safe, beckoning. I was looking down over it, it's in the "

DreamBot is back, it appears. Now, does it need any warmup phrases to get back to accurate predictions? Here’s the deal…much of group one in our chart ALMOST met the criteria for Red Alert. Specifically, these three words were dangerously close to a major alert: Populated hugely resistance.

I kid you not…”Election” was just underneath those words, so I boxed all of them in a quiet little yellow box indicating that something special might be in store with this grouping. Granted, election is CLEARLY day residue, folks. No doubt about it.

"Populated hugely resistance" almost sounds like a revolution. Perhaps the collective unconscious saw the latest elections as a revolution. Should I fill them in about the RepubliCrats / DemoPublicans? Neah…

There’s a connection here with grouping 2. It appears that gloves will come off as the house/senate bills and executive orders get into high swing. In fact, it’s going to feel like an oven as the finger pointing only gets worse as the ship continues to sink. Going further down the list, the lessons will be impressive and will probably be put into a film!

Last point: DISTANT is not something that would normally make the list because of it’s daily surge characteristics, but for the first time we can now pull out big anomalies in the data, such as some of very quietly surging words from past predictions. In other words, they don’t escalate enough on a SINGLE day to make our top tier, but it quietly gains value over the days to end up being a superstar. I think that DISTANT is one of those words. Plus, it’s a double top pattern spread out by 7 days; however the second part has not peaked yet, so we have to wait.


   


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My friend and I are in a small plane on the taxiway at the airport. There appears to be a long line, so he starts eating something. But then we come around a corner and a traffic control person waves us on. The line starts moving fast and as we approach the runway a control tower guy waves us on to the runway. But my partner isn't ready. I hit the throttle anyway but we don't get up enough speed to leave the ground so we have to abort the takeoff and get back in line. I feel like it was my partners fault for not being ready.

(Note: After stating two intentions with emphasis, the strongest vibration cycling ever, centered within: back of calves, solar plexus and heart chakra experienced. However, my recall is very poor, remembering only two images, hypnagogic.)

Scene of an Eskimo dog in a polar setting, romping in the snow. Frigid COLD.

Scene of a woman, circa 1940s, wearing an apron, taking a traditional turkey out of the oven.

Weird Cosmic Jukebox below, from hypnapompic state.

Normally, I wouldn't post such a 'surreal' dream, as it could mean most anything - but because of it waking me, combined with it being so specific, I figured someone else could see something in it I could not.
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Throughout the whole dream, Alman's 'Ramblin' Man' was playing.

I see and simultaneously hear 'Highway 41' and a map image like an old fashioned folding map would have. It is only a flash, and then it's gone.

I see and hear the words 'and Highway 231', and again a map image in a flash, then gone.

I then have another voice almost jokingly nudge me and say, 'get it, highway 41, FOUR-1's, see what we mean? I wonder what 231 means, ask Skull and Bones.' I say, 'their number is 233, not 231'. I hear nothing back, and I awake.

I had to get up and look at a road atlas to see if these two roads crossed each other. I knew where 41 went through Chattanooga, Tennessee, so I found highway 41. I found that they DO, in fact cross each other, in a Tennessee town called 'Murfreesboro'.

I have no idea what any of this means.