Am working on the hills overlooking Irvine, CA when enormous explosions begin towards the east, moving west. One of the buildings in the distance seems to have Arabic styling about it.

I'm in a large room, it's unfamiliar but I'm supposed to be there. There is a lot of furniture, maple and walnut, modern styles, mismatched. I'm sitting at a simple desk loading software into a computer. I'm entering data into a computer on one side of me, on my left. I switch to another monitor and recieve an urgent message to load a disc of some kind into a piece of equipment on my right. It's a white box, top load, a drive of some sort. The disk reminds me of an old floppy, the real old ones, like around six inches square or so and it's in a rigid case. I think to myself "this is terribly outdated for something so important". I put it in the drive and close the lid, the lid won't latch, it pops up. I pull the disk cartridge out again and put it back in and it won't go in right. I try again and it slips in right, the lid closes and I hear a whirring sound and then the lid pops up and the lights in the room flicker. I think "That can't be good..." and pop the disc back in, close it and the lights sputter and flicker again. I opened the lid and I see that the disk has warped, creased and sort of melted. The lights all dimmed slowly and gradually and then went out and this time they stay out. I get up and make my way to the window and pull back a curtain but I can't see well, I notice the outside lights are out too. I think it's strange how dark it looks out there. I went to the door and I was supposed to open several latches but when I went to throw the first bolt the door swung open by itself and I realized the backup security circuit must have failed. I walked out onto a wide deck with a beautiful view in the starlight and moonlight. I walk to the far end where it looks out over "the city" and there are no lights. There is no light coming over the horizon either. I think to myself, "wow... that was a really *serious* software malfunction".
I woke with a start, I kind of expected the room to be totally dark and seeing the neighbors outdoor light glowing slightly in a window across the room, as it always does, kind of startled me.

Welcome to November.

There are no alerts to present today, but there are some definite groups and words to watch closely. Another way to say this is that there are no words that, according to historical statistics, will definitely predict future events. However, there are some words that seem to suggest a higher-than-noise-level-predictive capability.

Level 1 watch words are those that simply do not belong in that position in relation to all the other words. And the degree to which they outshine the others that also don’t belong will determine what Level they are attached to. The level is simply our guess (based on pure math) of how strongly we should watch these words. Level 1 is the highest and level 3 is the lowest. We will most likely see level 3 watch words in just about every run, but we will most likely NOT see any level 1 watch words.
Therefore, the name “Perry” stands out as not belonging, and although this isn’t a red alert word, it is something worth watching. Plus, since it is not a red alert word, we are therefore not conducting any day residue analysis on it until we have reason to believe it becomes predictive for some reason.

Other watch words are (Level 2) Slender, Bullies, Chip, and Casting; (Level 3) Chocolate.

There are also some groupings that look very clear and congruent:
Group 1: Chip Perry does happen to be a singer/songwriter, but is this group about Chip or Katie or TX Governor Rick Perry? Or perhaps all the above. Furthermore, there’s no indication of whether we can legitimately connect Perry with either bully or excellent, so time will tell.

Group 2: What are the chances that Hawaii and Ships come in directly side to side without any human intervention in this model? I would have to say that some sort of coastal event is likely if this phrase any predictive merit. Note that “Rocket” could certainly be included in the second grouping, but I personally see it as definitively “Day Residue” from both Spaceship explosions this past week.

Group 3: A collection of words that could mean anything, so take with a grain of salt.

Group 4: We need to save the future quickly, but the big question is…does chocolate enter the picture here, or not?


   


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11/1/2014
slender
bullies
chip
perry
excellent
congratulations
emerald
challenged
casting
hawaii
ships
shadows
named
rocket
bar
growing
horror
scenery
panicked
unknown
definitely
bus
positive
goal
featured
tall
turning
manage
chocolate
save
future
quick

I was in a automotive shop where there were several people wanting to strip down an unfinished modified race vehicle and they wanted to give the parts they were getting rid of or not needing to me for my metal art sculpture creations. My nephew was there.

Intention: Went to bed begging God for an answer.

I was in such despair at the time due to the multitude of close and afar off people living, dying, doing business; and the decisions they made during their life had no thought nor care as to how their decisions while they were alive and after their death affected my life during my life on earth here.

Third person perspective: It was pitch black, I zoomed in on a Grand Cemetery where the well to do had costly and eerily beautiful Tombstones, Monuments, and Mausoleum's for their own lost loved ones. As The Camera drew into Center Cemetery I saw ONE enormous circular grave, deep and freshly dug out of the earth. Atop the hole I looked down and saw my naked body standing inside that hole with nothing more than a Green Salad in my own hands.

My perspective became first person. I knew I WAS DYING, and I knew The Green Salad was the only sustenance I had to extend my own life. I looked up from the grave and all of a sudden a well to do successful man carrying a black briefcase peered down into the hole where I was. He pointed directly AT MY SALAD and said, "

November 1, 2014
Headline intent for January 22, 2015

I am seeing two frames in one vision divided by a thick glass wall.
Frame 1: Two Chinese women wearing white lab coats, rubber gloves, face masks and eye protection standing in front of what appears to be, by it's shape, a cadaver on a trolley covered by a white sheet. Each woman is holding a test tube and one of them is using an eye dropper to drop drops of a fluid into each tube.
Frame 2: Exactly the same scene except there are two Japanese men and the cadaver is covered in a light gray cloth.
In the meantime, a hand printed headline in shades of black and red is beginning to form in a small square, "

From my notes:

(2 separate dream-experiences; same theme. Very weird.)

Checking on...
Green Giant vegetables...
corrupted.
(cannot decipher my handwriting)
(also) used in supplements
...asparagus. (WTH?)

Overworked yesterday, I went to sleep rather late. I dreamt I overheard a conversation, but only one word stood out - to which, I awoke.

The word was 'Giddenfast', and I saw it printed at the same time I heard it.

It appeared to be German or nordic in spelling, so I looked it up. Come to find out, it could be one of several words (none of which I have ever heard before, or seen written).

we all crash at least once!

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Had a dream this morning that I think explains what's going on...

We are all riding on the huge bus on a big freeway, everyone, all of us. It's a very big vehicle.

We've been on the dang bus on this really long road for a really long time. The seats are now very uncomfortable, we are past hungry and thirsty and we all need to use the restroom soon or we will soil our pants. The babies are crying and the dogs and cats need a potty break and are crying too.

Oh when oh when will we get off this dang thing and take a break????? Everyone's patience is at an end.

But the bus keeps on going, passing up one exit after another, the drivers are looking for the right offramp, where everyone's needs can be met, before we take the next road.

So we swing off at an exit, all are very hopeful, only to be disappointed again as the drivers return to the stinking highway without stopping for a break.

But they tell us they are looking for the right exit, the offramp that has everything we all need.

The truth of the matter is it can't be much longer because the drivers themselves are very tired and the bus really needs gas. It just can't go on much longer.

So hang in there and try to think about something other than food or running water. Start singing "100 bottles of beer on the wall" or start a game of UNO or something! There are exits every few miles. It's only a matter of time before we get a break now.