I have a 'deep' question for other dreamers that actually 'see' future possibilities or portents. I am not quite sure how to ask this, let me see if I can put it into a form that conveys what I am wondering.

I have a lot of dreams, most are either very personal (like, new kitten to be found; or car flat tire, etc. which hit pretty frequently to be semi-accurate, anyhow), and the big monstrous 'apocalyptic dreams' (floods, earth changes, etc.).

Of the 'big ones' (that I would post here), seldom (and I mean really rare) do I see people in them. Actually, I normally only see people if they (or injuries to them) are a part of the overall story to be conveyed. If I see an army marching, it is faceless. If I see a king, he is faceless. If I see a group of stragglers or survivors, they are hooded or other face covering, or are 'faceless'. Meanwhile, monsters are not faceless. Movie stars are not faceless.

I can see a city pending disaster, and I will see it from an 'airplane view' and there will be lights, cars moving, tides flowing, clouds moving - but I won't see the details of one single person, if I even see the bi-pedal structure of a human to start with. I have realized this for years.

Why do I not dream of humans, or when I do, it is almost like they (their identity) is unimportant? Even when I see 'a set place-holder human' (i.e.: a king, a leader, a tyrant, a priest), I will see the garb, feel the title, but never see the face. It is like Witness Protection, the faces (and identities) have been scrubbed to protect the future from being 'pre-warned'. I mean, even when race is an issue to the story, I will normally derive it from their hands, not faces.

Has anyone else had such a thing happen (consistently) in their dreams? Being old, I now kinda joke about it as 'the divine's form of Witness Protection, while getting the overall story to me still' - not that I can do a lot about the story to begin with.

Just wondered.

- Trapper -

While I haven't had any recent stimuli about the Pacific Islands, I must preface this with the fact I spent 3-years of military service in Hawaii, and is how I instantly recognized the location (though this was 30-years ago).
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I had a quick dream last night, where I was in 'ethereal overview' of where I now live. It was if I was 'ascending until I was several miles above the earth (almost a satellite view perspective). I quickly 'flew' West, out over the Pacific and slowed as I approached the Hawaiian Islands. I began to descend to a 'helicopter' level (a few thousand feet) above the island of Oahu on the Windward Side (viewing from the Polynesian Cultural Center, eastward, towards Kaneohe and Kailua). At first, it was green and lush and tropically beautiful.

As I descended though, I noticed that it was cloudy, heavy overcast (made me think of the 'rainy season' that comes in February, give or take). Then, looking at the towns up against the Ko'olau's, I noticed they weren't active. There was no lights, there was dirt and debris and broken material everywhere. A water line up the side of the mountain was better than 500-feet above ocean level. Many homes and businesses were terribly destroyed. It looked like an after-view of the latest Japanese Tsunamis, their aftermath.

There were no lights on. There were no people. It was like the whole Windward Side was abandoned, lifeless. One impression, one phrase comes to me, 'it is over here'.

Steve Nash show some risky 3 pointers from the baseline. Many people thought he shouldn't have shot them but they went in and we all knew he helped.

One particular dream I had this night was of driving along a highway, felt like I-5, and coming up to the city of Eureka, California. I was puzzled however as to why I was there, as I have not visited there in years, and usually only passing through.

I do not know if something perhaps is about to center event wise in Eureka soon?

I perhaps only remember 35% or less of this dream.

I was in a strange plane surrounded by sea. My memory of it switches from night to day interchangeably. There were mountains and metal structures, fashioned in monolithic chaotic step-like platforms. At the very top there was a massive antenna.

I took a dream drug. One that would make me able to do things I couldn't normally do. I could create space, time, and matter at will. Other people were unable to scale any of the rising structures, and I could do it. I tried showing them how to.

I scaled the tallest structure and reached the antenna. I went down and to the right of where the cubicle dwellings were in the mountainside, and found a massive circular shaped grotto. Underneath of it you could see the moonlight and the stars with extra intensity. It was surrounded by serene water, and it had another circular walkway around it with a few feet of water in between.

There were many young people here, enjoying the surreal freedom. I went to a pier like sections and talked to some people I've met before.

In the end I enjoyed jumping forward and gliding a few feet off the ground. It felt very real, and it bugs me I cannot do this in real life.

If only I remembered I could fly sooner! I always forget!

I found myself cycling on a mountain bike with my friends through the different streets and pathways around an area of a city I was not familiar with.

went to bed asking for understanding of life questions in general.

As I was dozing I heard a loud crashing noise, sounding as if someone had kicked the door down.

I woke up and checked the doors and windows just in case, no damage anywhere inside or out.

November 3, 2014
On a Mission
I and a companion are trying to sneak into a situation or place. I've been doing this awhile, but my companion, who is in charge of this session, is newer to it. She is a young white woman, sort of chunky figured, chin length wavy blonde hair, dressed in a type of combat fatigues.
We drive on a four land highway divided by a grassy median. We are going against the traffic on our side of the highway. This is where I realize she is sort of new. We are able to weave through the traffic without causing an accident, but why are we on this side? She gets out her cell phone to call for instructions.
Then we are at the building/place we are to enter. I've been on various missions here previously, and we usually had to use more stealth to blend in, but this time something terrible has happened and they are carrying bodies out. Even though this is a high security place (something tells me it is a military laboratory) the people are somewhat in shock as they carry corpses out. We even hold the doors for them and they merely glance at us, or come through without looking at us at all, as they carry these dead people who are leaking fluids and parts, organs trailing. The smell is terrible. They (the living people) seem to be like military doctors and nurses or medics, but they are not here for the emergency specifically but as if they were working on the people prior to having to carry them out. They don't have stretchers or anything.
I notice one woman coming out talking with a guy. She is a twenty-something young very light-skinned black woman, on the plump side. She is talking with the man about how she is getting married. Something to do with the ring she wears or had to leave inside. There is some small amount of humor suggested about the situation with the ring.

After writing notes, I went back to sleep and immediately was there again, with this part of the dream: "Good Ollie six". I don't know what that referred to but maybe was a code command?

Returning to Sort 1.1.1.

My impression is that there is very little here to see or watch intently. “Empathy” qualifies as a level 2 watch word, but clearly has little support anywhere else. “Congrats’ and ‘Congratulations’ make a rare appearance together, for typically they appear separately. If there’s anything in this run to be somewhat watchful of, are the 3 green groupings:

Grouping 1: Sees some sort of chemical (manmade??) affecting us humans and animals in 2015.
Grouping 2: Collective appears to be worried about wild plant safety
Grouping 3: Five minutes of sun gas??

Personally, I take this all with a grain of salt for several reasons: 1) no technical indicators that there is anything predictive here, 2) with a couple exceptions, the linguistics aren’t terribly clear, and 3) a severe lack of watch words from the NewSort algorithm.


   


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I'm lounging around the house and suddenly we hear some really loud, boisterous human who is riding a triple-loud scooter. He's going back and forth. It's clear he's trying to disturb the peace.

My father in law and I jump up and grab our big Harley-sized motorcycles (which we don't have in real life) and go chasing him up the hill. Father in law reaches them first and has them smiling. I stay back to keep some distance. There are three of them, the leader is Phillip Hoffman (huh??!).

I see that it's safe to approach, and I greet the first one that sort of looks like someone I used to know. "