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'.

Skiing with K and Denise down a hill and then after walking up the next hill skiing more and leaving them behind. I soon come to (and am joined by a younger version of Aunt Marilyn) who is skiing too. We leave on our skis and start sliding very rapidly on our butts. We go through a mansion all encased in hard ice sliding on our butts rapidly. It's great! Through halls, tunnels, down spirals—Wheeeee!! I assume K and Denise are following and we'll meet up. After a very long time I realize I have a phone on me and should probably call. The phone is really weird looking: long and very narrow and made of a silver metal with weird metal designs or decorations affixed to it. I sort of pry it open gingerly to use it. Looks more like a silver spindle than a phone, but it has metal filings randomly stuck to it, so it wouldn't slide very well if it were a spindle. In the dream I think it sort of looks like a miniature coffin, and think it is weird too, but somehow recognize that it is a phone.
Denise is pretty upset and lets me know it—where were we?!! Why did we leave?!! She yells at me. I feel guilty but don't know why they didn't just follow me.
I start to go back through (toward them to meet up). It is this huge museum, massive and amazing. I didn't know this existed and was here closeby!
I run into a man who recognizes me. He's a black man with a soft accent of some type. He has a moustache and and open, smiling face. He says, "Hey! You're so and so...didn't you have a nickname?" He tries to think of it and I say, "Mama (something)?" I can't think what the rest of the name. He says, "Yeah!" and then we pause as we are both a tad doubtful whether that is really it. I see a little girl about five years old. She seems to be African-american. She looks at me and says none too kindly, "You are getting fat!" I hug her and dance with her a little bit. She had been scowling at me, but she let's it go.
I leave her behind and travel on, trying to meet up with K and Denise. The museum/shop is filled with too many interesting things, beautiful things from all over the world, and I worry that I will never find the two of them because I keep getting distracted. There are lots of kids in groups with moms and teachers in the distance.
I see a tiny dark-skinned girl standing by herself sort of looking me over in a detached but not unfriendly way. She appears to be SouthEast Asian. I wonder why she is alone, a tiny girl like her with a very thin, gangly physical build but very strong presence. There is a bit of humor in her detachment all held together in the small gangly frame, awkward and cute. I am not sure what she is seeing as she looks at me, and I realize that in this dream I may not look like I think I do anyway. It's weird to realize that.

At a cocounseling convention I get disgusted because I can't find a counseling partner. Everyone has someone. Kyra and Alan and Gilda and Tish Perry are there. 1000 gifts to Tish and Kyra. (I don't know what that note written while half asleep means.) Alan and Gilda going on some massive trip involving ships. Eating whale blubber?
Then, I am carrying my great grandmother's blue porcelain bowl as I go looking for a partner. I leave the bowl parked behind a ledge in a bar. Go looking for something. Meet these people in a whole different area doing a different activity—not part of cocounseling. I get an idea and ask them to put me in one of the chairs and send me to the bar to meet the perfect partner. I say I know they can do this; in particular I appeal to the mother of the group I am talking to, though her young adult or teen son has been doing the most of everything with the chairs. I ask them to try this thing. Put me in the chair and imagine the most perfect partner for me and the location is back with my grandma's bowl at the bar and they are to "send" me with their thoughts. So, they do it. I actually come up near-ish to the intended location, but I still have to run, full of excitement and anticipation, to where I'll meet the person and move the bowl before it gets knocked off the ledge.
Then, in a futuristic movie theater. Some people are lying down sleeping. Seats are like modules. People are engaged in all kinds of activity along with watching the movie. I am climbing through, somewhat frantically searching and trying to get through the place and out. The people who are awake look mildly annoyed at my interruption.

In the dream, something bad was happening in or around Hawaii (not sure what it was) but people were desperate to leave the islands. I saw airports crowded with angry tourists and businessmen, cancelled flights, crying women and children cramped on the floors. No one could get off the island by plane.

I don't live in Australia and I've never visited, so I'm not sure why the focus of the dream was there. But in my dream, aborigines were rising up and demanding equal rights, recognition, etc. There were some violent clashes against the status quo and a few public murders of high-profile opponents.

DREAMED ABOUT 6 A.M.

I HAVE TWO CATS. IN THE DREAM I HAD ONE.

I DREAMED I HAD A PET MOUSE THAT WAS THE SIZE OF A LARGE, VERY LARGE RAT. IT WAS LOVABLE AND GOT ALONG VERY WELL WITH MY CAT. THEY WERE LIKE SIBLINGS. I HAD THE MOUSE FOR YEARS.

ONE DAY, WITHOUT ANY WARNING, THE MOUSE BECAME VICIOUS. MY DREAM ENDED HERE.

I was standing along the side of a country road with several others on a bright sunny day. I looked up into the blue sky to see a faint disk object hovering in one place. I told the others I was with to look up to see, and just as they saw what I was looking at, the disk appeared to begin to cloak itself with billowy white clouds.

This could be a first…there’s a severe lack of surgeness in the dreams. No new memes to speak of, at least from the older surge identifier is concerned. But even in the newer algorithm, we still see a rather bland entry today, despite the top word being “intimidating.” Realize that chocolate is back, and since there’s nothing else going on, I connected Milk Chocolate and Gas Station. Notice that “Mall” is back in the running, but still just noise-level activity in my summation.


   




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11/4/2014
money
intimidating
thank
milk
mon
thanks
bizarre
tower
possibly
absolutely
complex
cards
usual
blonde
chocolate
multiple
odd
hours
gas
bought
november
wants
mall
station
passing
dawn
goal