http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/a...-mind.html

Fascinating a worthy read.

In this dream I jumped on a train as it was leaving the station and I had to ride on the outside. As we approached a tunnel an official at a checkpoint made me jump off because I wouldn't fit. The train kept going and the official said they had a sailboat coming through who needed additional crew. I said I loved to sail and I would be willing to ride with them. As the boat approached the dream ended.

I was with a group of citizens in a woods, in a huge metal cage (over 100 ' long). There are a number of these cages. There are wooden boxes containing military goods (weapons, HE, food) and we are concealed by tarps. Soldiers pass outside. We leave/melt through holes in the metal. I find my way walking through a kind of war game, I pass by an opposing general, who is jovial, unrecognized and head towards a city. I feel like I might have a rifle. I look at the streets trying to find a higher place to observe or shoot from. I find an Italian restaurant and go inside. There are diners, I look for a staircase or another way to the roof.

This was a very long dream, and I do not recall the early parts very well.

I was in a suburban area, early evening, out for a walk. I encountered two adults walking with a young girl who was riding a bike. I do not think the adults were her parents, perhaps they were her guardians. They knew I planned to leave and they wanted me to take the girl with me. So I bent down or knelt and I talked to her. We had met before in the area, I think we had previously talked about her doll and we seemed to get along well. I reminded her who I was and that we'd see each other again soon.

Later in dream...
I was a doctor in a coastal area, with another doctor who was either my business partner or family partner (we were both male). I saw the coast on a map as though from the air, it was the west coast of what looked like California, although I was under the impression we were on an island. The name Monrovia came to mind or perhaps it was another 'M' word. (I didn't know where Monrovia was, I actually thought that might be a country but I googled it and there are 2: 1 is in the Los Angeles area, the other is a West African country that is on the Atlantic Ocean and also has a western coast).

I believe we were visiting the area and had intended to stay awhile longer. But now we knew we had to escape. Many other people here were also visitors and I had the impression this was a popular tourist area. We had medical gear with us along with syringes and we planned to inject ourselves and commit suicide if we were unable to escape and were caught. The young girl from earlier in the dream (Asian looking, long straight black hair, slim, early grade school age) was with us. As we were planning our escape on foot, my partner was telling the girl how to make her legs stronger by jumping up and down in the surf at the beach. My partner and I stood up on a hill or cliff looking down at the beach, guards with guns were monitoring sunbathers on the beach while the girl was diligently doing her leg exercises. To a bystander, her activity just looked like play, but we knew different.

Then we were in a large theater or auditorium with hundreds of other people. The young girl was not with us. We were originally planning to escape in the morning, but we now thought we'd go that night as something ominous seemed planned for the morning. Armed guards (Asian appearance) surrounded and watched us to make sure we didn't leave. My partner and I were seated in the middle section up near the front. The right section was told to walk around the section and show their most prized possession. Many held vases or works of art or family photos/scrapbooks. One Asian (I thought Japanese) man held in his arms an American woman, and we understood that they were on their honeymoon and he had brought her here to his homeland. The audience cheered and clapped to honor the couple. The woman had long dark hair and was dressed in a classic cream colored dress. Then that section was told to sit. The aisle between the center section and the right section then opened up, showing massive rollers underneath. The wife then fell or was pushed in and was rolled and crushed to death. As we were seated near the aisle we saw her body. She was then retrieved on chains and was cartoon flat, dripping blood. This incident was an example of what was to come or what might happen if we attempted escape. The audience screamed...all very gruesome. Our section was then told to get up. My partner and I contemplated crawling under the seats to escape.

Then my partner and I were separated by the guards. He was taken away, and I struggled with the guards. I turned around and was now an observer and could see that I was a white male, blonde hair; I looked like the actor Brad Beyer. I had a syringe, but my partner had the medication with him, so suicide was no longer an option. The guards shot me in the upper arm with the gun. The soldiers were of Asian appearance, wearing flat caps with bills.

Dreamt I saw a man's profile on a billboard. He looked like Teddy Roosevelt with round wire rim glasses and a thick mustache. Don't know if this was political or even if in the US.

Very changeable dreams this night...

Was out in wilderness park and seen some black bears and grizzly bears....they were not afraid of people in park..I was scared when they got near me ...a friend told me a trick to deter them is to throw them some pieces of white bread and while they were eating it I could get away from there view and hide....someone threw a whole loaf of wrapped white bread and the bear ate the whole thing minus the package plastic in one gulp

later I was trying to get near a building for shelter and another bear came close I asked my friend Debbie to give me a few slices of white bread and I tore them in chunks and threw the pieces all over ,and the bear ate this ,was full and headed for the woods.

Once in the building which had long hallways and many rooms..I seen a grizzly coming into the building so I ran into bathroom...that also looked like a department store clothing room and locked the door..the bears was clawing at crack under door and I could see its claws....I freaked I had no bread....but there were some chocolate chip cookies on the shelf and room above the door to break the cookies up and throw them out so the bear could eat them and the bear really liked these and finally went away.

then I was outside in some wooded area and seen 2 gray wolves...one female and one male....they were jumping and playing and one looked at me but somehow I knew it used to be the spirit of my black lab dog that had passed a year ago....thru the eyes I could sense it was him and that I was in no danger....the 2 wolves wanted to mate and so I left the scene

then it changed to being in some big city and It was almost dark outside and it was my husband and I with his motorcycle and we were in a hurry to be leaving this place...hubby was driving the neon car and I was riding the motorcycle until we came upon some steps and I said I could not take the cycle down these steps....so hubby parked car and offered..then 2 early 20 something males came up and it was like they wanted to rob us....I went to car to get my purse and the man plugged in a cassette tape of some kind of new age techno music and it was like he reminded me of a skateboarder and he was tapping to the tune and then I started to as well as it was a good rhythm tune....my husband ended up shooting that guy with his high powered delayed exploding type gun....you aim it at target then wait 30 seconds or 20 and the person exploded.....the other guy ran off......then some leader of a important group came up to me and said that both sides are lying with small bits of truth to know......and that if we join together and work on it, it will reveal much more truth. So I agreed to work with the other side group and got to stay alive....but this leader at first glance did try to kill us..He had a different weapon..it was a jagged sword...almost looked like a icicle like made of glass and ice and clear crystal all in one...it was partially filled with some kind of brown yellowish liquid...some kind of fuel to make it work....all he needed to do was touch the tip of it on anything and 30 seconds later it would explode.....so hubby used his similar acting device gun towards the leader and there was a can of tuna laying near him on ground...so hubby aimed it at the tuna can and I picked it up and threw it closer underneath the leaders legs and we all watched and waited for it to explode but it did not. it just turned the top of the can charred black..........that when I got in the car with the blonde younger male.i was searching thru my purse to balance my checbook,in the middle of check book was three pink capsules....and I found a penny laying in this car and it was very large bright new copper that said the word angel on it and that some family had named this or devoted this object to whoever angel was......I saw on the penny that it said the date May 23rd.I kept asking this guy what is the year? Tell me the year? It said 2015 we turned the coin over and it looked very old and aged and rare...worth allot of value type thing....and was from the year sometime in the 20's...he put the coin away and we drove off and I was eventually reunited with my husband.

Getting rather tired of the 'two-part' sleeping scheme as-of-late (sleep 3-4 hours, get up for 2 hours, go back to bed and sleep 3-4 more hours). As a result, I am occasionally double-posting in one-day on NDC, due to 'two sets of dreams' in a day.
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As I returned to sleep this AM, I see a neon-cobalt-blue butterfly, it looks almost like a laser-light-show image. It is surreal. I try to 'shoot it', crush it, shoe it way, burn it (in my dreams), and it is apparently impervious to anything I try. I am at a loss for what this means.

Next, I see two small male children, less than 1-year old. Handsome little guys, strong and healthy-appearing. I hear a voice that says, 'these will be your sons, one is good, one is bad, you must understand to realize and decide' (note on this - my wife and I are 60 years old, I don't see how this is applicable to me, she is through menopause and I would not 'date' another if she passed away).

This image passes, and I see a world, and I appear to zoom in. Into a state, then a city (I live relatively rural). The city makes me think NYC (I have been there several times, but in this dream, and appearing 'at night', it could just-as-well be Chicago). First one, then two, then many zombies (don't know what else to call them). These people are more than sick, they are rotting standing up. They moan, they shuffle, relatively slow moving, almost unaware of you unless you get too close. They amble the dark alleys. There are some lights on in the taller buildings, above the 10th or so floor level. I see no people alive and healthy.

This starts to fade, and I see a single bloody body. It is like a ragdoll in the hands of some terrible force. It is 'slapped' to the ground like a pillow, once, twice, three times. A voice says 'to stop this killer, this monster, you must think like him'. I vehemently reject this and say, 'no, just as you would hunt elk, you do not have to become the elk or think like it, but only know what it wants and what it seeks, and out-think it.'

The voice and the image are gone, and I awake.

While some of the words in here might look appealing to some people, the data suggests that pretty much this entire run (save "Carriage") is just noise-level jibberish. As always, I could be wrong. I'll let you be the judge...


   


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carriage
relative
sigh
indication
importance
punch
combat
crumbled
fan
remembering
vividly
gloves
business
anxious
entry
incredibly
wish
tank
future
notes
knowing
riding
abandoned
wow
conference

(Based upon prior dream-journey experiences, it appears I am an occasional Lifeline volunteer. Last night's experience parallels previous journeys. At least two of these prior experiences were confirmed via obituary of the individual dreamed of. In other words, while I am in the sleep state, I am asked to assist people making the transition or passing. These from my notes, last night

I receive an alert that Anthony R. (not certain Jr. or Sr.) is making his way to the hospital. This family represents old family friends, very much known to me, although I have had little contact with the family for decades. I "find" Anthony making his way to the hospital (way station). He is in a spirit "vehicle" and I am too, behind him. My brain translates "like a car", but these are certainly not cars. I inch closer to him, and we begin to communicate. He is incredulous that I am there, asking how I could nudge up that close to him with my vehicle without interfering with his own. He said, "Kim, how can you follow me so closely?". I back up a bit, as I am making him uncomfortable. He is a bit freaked out, wild-eyed. I lose him.

Suddenly, I am with an unknown man, in his 50s, tall and lanky. He is benevolent. He seems almost like a homeless character from a sit-com. He is bearded, greying brown hair, messy, disheveled clothing, and he smells a bit unwashed. Yes, I could smell! With his help, we are frantically trying to find Anthony R. as his family members prepare to go to him.

We find our way to a scene very much familiar to me. I have been there before, many times. It is the way station to the other realms, so to speak. When people transition, because it is the realm of the mind, they may do so replete with the symptoms they passed from. Here, they receive help in healing so they can move on. Plus, you can just imagine their terror, not knowing what is happening to them. We enter through revolving doors. The structure is mainly plate glass, everywhere. It is set up like a hospital. I immediately see a big ward in front of me, separated from the foyer with - again - big plate glass plates. I check with the two women in front, and confirm that Anthony is inside. Also inside are dozens upon dozens of medical attendants, much like nurses and doctors. There are hundreds of cots set up, about five feet apart, with people in distress laying on them, receiving healing attention. We find Anthony on one. I am trying to comfort him, as we wait for his family to arrive. He is scared. He does not know who the lanky gentleman is with me. I do not know him either! He is uncomfortable with the stranger, and scared of his environment. I try to calm him down. All of the others are receiving healing on all sides of us. Suddenly, Anthony sits up, and begins to cough and vomit fluid. In an instant, he disappears. We wait for his return, but he doesn't and we leave. We walk down the massive hallways of this facility, and see kiosks set up on the left, selling huge loaves of bread, some about ten-feet in length. I pass by one kiosk, with the white packaged bread sitting on steel tables. I arrive at another table, with a more peasant type of bread featured. I go back to the first table, plain white bread, and they are instantly sold out. I buy the peasant bread, the loaf about six-feet in length. I am still accompanied by the odd but benevolent "homeless" man with the beard. We try to leave the facility through a series of revolving doors. In order to exit the facility, you had to correctly choose the name of the "doctor" assigned to the patient you were assisting. The door had different panels assigned to different blocks of patients, with white lettering. Unless we remembered the main doctor for Anthony, we'd be stuck in that revolving door. I pushed and picked correctly, and we exited the healing facility.

Scene 1: I was making my way out of a tropical jungle toward the back end of a small cargo plane parked on a sandy unkept jungle landing strip with its rear end hatch down, pursued by zombie's wielding sticks. Harrison Ford was waiting for me by the hatch. I had no weapon. I was frantic. After I stumbled over a big piece of rusted metal, someone tossed me a big stick to use against the zombies and telling me that I needed to have one of those (a stick). All of a sudden I was face to face with a young man zombie pointing a rusty sword at me. I didn't think I had what it took to take him on. I felt defeated.
Scene 2: The background of the vision was a various coloured hazy pastel decoupage of months written in large letters. Flying around was the number 17 preceded by the very fuzzy, almost unreadable written word "November'.