There is some new eye procedure where they take a small rod and tap the top of the eye socket and then the bottom. It was vivid, but strangely I was empathically feeling what the person undergoing the surgery felt. It was sheer pain, and I concluded that the procedure was worth it, although I have no idea what it was for.


Next I was whisked off to a spaceship where there was one short, red-haired leader telling everyone what to do and 3 people getting ready for the orders. (Note: I didn't know this in the dream, but when I woke up, I was 100% sure that this red headed leader was actually Dr. Evil's son, but Dr. Evil was not anywhere to be found!)


One of the missions that someone got was to "

(These experiences from my notes. They occurred after a full six hours of deep sleep. In addition, as a test, I again utilized Dr. Craig's guided meditation before entering the sleep state. The meditation uses binaurals. Relative to audio-dominants, such as myself, the binaurals spur all sorts of phenomenon. In each case, upon awakening from the experience, in order to make notes, I remained in vibrational state. Furthermore, this was detected: "awareness here and awareness "there", same time". A final note: My dream involving a mysterious gravy boat, ceramic, white, last week, containing what looked like melted butter in it, a contact called, simply amazed that I "saw" this gravy boat. I had sent her a copy of the dream that morning. An unspecified number of months before, she had served her white gravy in one of gravy boats from her antique collection. It was white and china. The white gravy was served to her family, seated at a big table for a holiday. A particularly noxious member of the family, a young woman-addict, grabbed the boat, dumping all of the gravy onto her plate, before sneering at her grandmother, telling her to "get" and make some more. She was horribly wounded by the episode, still reminded of her hurt and humiliation each time she sees a ceramic white gravy boat. Similarly, few months ago, I "saw" my other close friend buying me a card. Next day, confirmed, she had bought me a special card to mail to me that following day. To confirm it, she sent the card WITH THE RECEIPT as proof. This offered up, while not precognitive, in an effort to simply see what happens. I have zero memories of these dream-experiences. These from my notes:

Dream-Experience: I am in bed at a hotel (constant theme) with my (crossed over) husband, K. I awaken, and the clock reads "quarter to 3 pm". We were to waken at "quarter to 1", but overslept. We had simply missed the plane. In a frenzy, I began to pack hurriedly, to see if there was a chance to make the plane. My husband continued to slumber, although I raised him once, alerting him of our having overslept. Cosmic Jukebox, see link below.

Scene #2: I am still in the hotel/motel, trying to alert other family members of the time and potentially missing the plane. I call Room #17. A male voice answers saying, "What are you wearing?". This guest identified himself as Mr. DeFucca. I had the wrong room, and apologized, ashamed that he had made such an unpleasant joke to me.

Scene #3: My husband, K, and I are back in a familiar scene, at a oceanic resort, in a familiar large dining room with ocean view. The dining room manager had expressly asked us for assistance in determining why she was not making money during her breakfast services. She had invested a great deal into this restaurant, and was losing money. K and I were seated at a huge round table, shiny composite material, like resin. We could see the ocean from our table. It was lovely. We were brought a huge platter of bran muffins, then orange juice. There were no placemats and I alerted the waitress that one problem was no one wanted to eat their food right on the table top. She pointed to a mound of paper napkins hung just above us. I said this was not acceptable. The waitresses were hovering, making a nuisance of themselves, and I alerted the manager that this was not conducive to pleasant dining. She said that she "should be getting $4,000 a table" during a busy breakfast service, but was not due to service issues. I told her that with an ocean scene like that, she had a spectacular location. I said, "What a view!" to her. No reason for her not to be profitable.

Next Scene: I am in my "real life" house and my (passed over) mother is in my kitchen, planning to make cookies. I suggest my Preacher's Cookies recipe to her, as these are no-bake. She wants to make my recipe, and I say that I have the recipe memorized, but will give her my handwritten notes just in case. These I locate in the kitchen drawer.

Next Scene: I am in a house, not familiar to me, wearing a hip satchel, but looking for my regular pocketbook. There are boxes everywhere, full of possessions. The move theme (or change) is repeated once again. My husband is in another room, waiting for me. But, I cannot find my pocketbook. Then, I do.

Final Scene: My friend "in real life" S appears. We had both "popped out of body" during the sleep state. She was very mad at her sister. The final straw, and she was ready to tell her sister off - ending their relationship. Her sister had said something awful about S's son, John, going through a painful divorce (in real life), along with alcoholism. I got quiet, suggesting that S not do something so rash. S said, "Kim, you had no alternative with (your own sister)".

Returned to penn state. went to a party in the quad. Lots of food. Two fraternities had a table of homemade cakes that they were saving for when the UFOs landed. Wanted to go to the store to get supplies for the dorm, instead someone gave me a box with one gallon of whole milk and a quart of whole milk and one other item.

...what this might mean?

As of late, many of my dreams have been 'of religious nature' (so I preface any explanation to those who don't know me, by stating I am NOT devout, quite agnostic, and very secular in general). I am not sure why so many of my dreams have turned religious as of late, but as many of them seem to be 'powerful dreams' if accurate, I do want to make sure they are shared with others who may have had similar dreams.
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I just awoke from a very troublesome sleep, feeling like I did not rest at all. I clearly remember having a very long, very in-depth conversation with someone centered on 'symbology' and its relation to matters recorded in various religious texts. The ones that stood out had to do with our end-conversation, about Biblical Revelation, and how it was 'so hidden' and why it had to be so.

In the conversation, points of 'parable' were simply given clarity, like looking at a dictionary and looking up an unknown word or term. It was explained that the 'religion that his father knew not' was referencing the 'religion of science', that the Whore of Babylon was in fact, a set religion of economic currency (we went deep into that singular subject, but there is not enough time or space to write all that we spoke of here). I asked 'what the beast was', and was told that it was man's incessant attempt to refute a god and then to build a 'one world man-government' as a plagiarized copy of what he already said he would bring in the end. The first beast was Rome, and the second was the new one world order men are intent to create.

I asked about timeliness, and the voice responded 'men seem to think that all things have not yet happened, and will happen 'on-demand' as they expect it to, yet many promises have been already honored centuries ago, and so little is left to be accomplished still'. I asked about science again, and was told 'when the 'scroll' is rolled away, and the thing men call 'a hologram' is removed, they will see that space is not what they have seen to this point, and that they have no reference nor validity for what they think or base their science on. That men have lied to men of 'science' until none actually know the truth of even laws that are followed above, let alone what their own 'truth' is.

I asked about 'how soon' would these things end, and was told I would be here until the ending sequence began (I am 60 now). I asked again, will it be soon? I was told 'it will not be tomorrow, but you will be here when it begins, it has already began, but you know this already'. (cryptic cop-out, since we had already discussed that some of it had been honored centuries earlier).

I asked about America, and why it had to fall, and was told that 'it is Isis, champion of Babylon that stands in the harbor of New Babylon even now; why does it surprise you that America must fall, when it has been the enabler for evil throughout the world for so long now?' I was further told, 'it will take the longest to fall, but once fallen, the remaining nations will fare far worse, for their banks, their customers, their everything will be gone, and they will then make each other their own enemies in short-time.

I was told not to be saddened by this, that all things that live die, and that this is not the first cycle, but the 5th, it is only through man hiding history from man, that you do not know about the preceding four. They were given to teach a lesson, but in forgetting (or hiding) the past, you are caught in the trap of repeating it, and your epoch has done just that.

I was told many other things, some are too 'strange' to enter into discussion on (I can't remember all about them - and it is starting to fade now), others are too 'conflicting' to the average ideology to print without inciting conflict, which I do not wish to do.

I do remember one last detail, and that was my genuine inquiry 'was there a 'Big Bang' that started the universe?' With a laugh, I was told that this iteration of 'a universe' began from the remnants of a great and terrible war beyond mortal understanding. That the source of a 'Big Bang' was in fact, a single being of immense power, called in truth, 'a singularity' that absolutely wiped the evil from existence when it occurred. I was further told, that it is soon to happen again, but more cannot be told at this time.

So, if this is correct, this is not the first, nor last, universe - and the 'singularity' that caused it was an all-wiping individual who eradicated all evil in the iteration before.

I laid down for a nap yesterday afternoon, and heard a simple phrase ("we need you to go to North Dakota now"), and after this, I saw a flowing script of letters that (at the time) felt like I knew (but on waking, realized there is no language written like that in the world).

I have re-drawn what I can remember. There was much more that streamed by, but I can only confirm that this in the attached drawing is accurate of what I saw.

Ironic follow-up to my previous 'Apocalypse of End' dream I posted the other day (from 2010). I had not told anyone about it until I posted it, and then hadn't really dwelled on it since. Irony is that I have no had a follow-up to it, that explains a facet of it to me.
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I must preface this dream, in that I am not religious - though not Atheist. I am very secular in general belief.
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I am in an empty auditorium, and while standing in the middle, I can see a large map of the U.S. which appears to be affixed to one of the walls. No one but myself is in the room. Suddenly, a red swastika forms on the map and grows to span the same area as my previous dream, from Canada down into Northern Mexico and across most of the U.S.

Then, the swastika is removed, and a giant 'PLUS' sign ('+') is placed where the swastika was. The vertical bar (up and down) runs between the Dakotas and Minnesota, down to Oklahoma City, and on to Houston Texas. The Horizontal Line runs from Virginia Beach Virginia to Las Vegas, and then down to Los Angeles. The color is a deep red once completed.

The 'plus' stays now, and slowly, one leg at a time, it grows 'an extension' at the end of each 'arm'. The first 'arm' is from Houston, out into the Gulf to where the BP oil spill was at. Simultaneously, I see '111', then it goes away, then it comes back again '111' (in the middle of the map). Now, it stays, and I see another arm 'growing' from the Virginia Beach area (approximate) up towards D.C., NYC, and almost to Boston. Simultaneously, I see '222' form in the middle of the map.

Then, from Yellowstone to Winnepeg, I see a third leg drawn and the number '333' drawn on the map, and much faster now, I see a fourth leg drawn from northern Baja to Los Angeles (and more) and the number '444' flashes for a second, before they all become blood red (they were drawn as black). Once it is complete, it changes to look like a bank vault, where the bars draw back on the big door. Suddenly, the continent begins to shake and split, like a cookie split into four pieces. It is beyond devastation.

The word 'END' fades into the middle, and like a projector turned off, it all fades to black (after which, I had what I call 'superficial dreams' of trivial things, like flowers and leaves and water in a peaceful setting - almost like a 'compensation' or 'calming' scene afterwards).

I was grocery shopping with my mother-in-law, and standing in-front of the Bacon isle.
The regular bacon I used to buy was $6.85 and the cheapest was priced at $5.85.
I turned to my mom and told her: "Well I guess bacon and pork is going to have to be a luxury from now on!"

Not exactly a dream more like a sudden realization
like OMG that's it.

Prison Food Scandal Pushed By Dem Group In Tight Michigan Governor's Race read the headline

I was on a hill, seemed like kind of a police station of sorts with protesters outside at night on the right side and there were police in front. Not a confrontation but the situation was very tense and I was talking angrily to someone about police brutalizing some people. I was not happy about what had happened.

A kind of trailer like you might see on a small town parade float has a bunch of police on it, they are sitting down shining their flash lights on their badges, which seems to recharge them for something.

Suddenly a hologram of numbers and dials, like a readout appears in a circular clearing of pine trees near the police station. A big whooshing sound begins and people scatter saying "a ship is materializing" its a ship about 30 feet across but maybe 3 stories tall, not like a typical ship you see with most ETs or in movies..... Its some sort of shuttle craft.

I think "OH SHIT MORE TROUBLE".... So I grab a long shovel with a small digging portion... I start spinning it about like some kung fu lance... this man pops out of the ship and people run, he's got others with him.... some shots are fired and I take off away from the trees towards the highway, the men and his cohorts come running at me, they have kind of Morocco jalaba type cloaks on.... and I am very clearly trapped by this guy who looks what most women would consider handsome but I don't recognize him at all... and I think he's about to shoot me with his energy gun.... and I got my shovel pointed at him to clobber him...

And then he says "Bill ITS NICK! ITS TIME GO!" I say "YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE NICK!!!!..." but the facial expressions are the same. He says "REMEMBER... this is the way it works when its time to go, WE PICK UP THE NEW FACIAL IDENTITY... wait till you get a load of what Dani looks like now.... " and he says that kind of in a proud way that only a guy could...when he's bragging about his woman.

So I board this craft cause I kind of do remember "This is the way it works with the faces" and Dani has on some old raggy thing that most of us have from living too long without new clothes in Morocco - but not that she needs to wear it cause everyone has these new clothes - but so that I will recognize her .... and then I wake up before I see what Dani looks like... but I have this understanding that Nick is some type of soldier - like a Galactic recon trooper sort that goes into hot situations...and pulls people out and somehow that makes perfect sense....