I've had difficulty recalling my dreams this past week. At 6:50am CST I woke up with a bolt after hearing an extremely loud boom in my dream. I don't recall much of the dream. I was with several others, we were outside on a sunny, mild day and either digging a large hole or looking at a large hole (6 to 10 feet across). Suddenly the large boom. I did not see or feel an explosion. I woke up with my heart racing. I do not recall ever having a dream like this before and it seemed important to log along with the time.

Emotions: calm, analytic then startled at sound

I must preface this older-dream (from my dream log), in that I am not religious - though not Atheist. I am very secular in general belief. That I had this powerful of a 'religious based' dream actually troubled me more for the symbology used, than what it would probably have bothered another who is more 'devout'.
I am a college graduate, and the general setting is familiar to a classroom I remembered from a time long-past.
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I enter the dream sitting in an old 'one-armed' desk as most schools have. I can feel the sun to my back, and look back to see the great wall full of old multi-pane windows. I know this place, I think, this is my old 'accounting' class from college. I am the only one in there, but it is a bright, nice day it seems.

I wait and I wait (for the professor, I assume), and at the point of being impatient about to leave, the back wall becomes solid, but the light does not fade. In walks someone I instantly know as 'Gabriel' (as in 'archangel Gabriel'). He is in front of the class, but I am the only one in the class. From behind me (though I am not allowed to turn around), there is a powerful voice directing him what to 'do' and 'show-me'.

He pulls down the white screen, like we are going to see a movie. I sit, and watch. I see a few things. A map of the United States. A calendar in the corner in '4-digit-year-format' (like 2009-2010-2011, etc.). In the middle of the map, near what would be central Missouri, a red dot starts to grow. I think it is something, but can't make it out. As it grows, I realize that it is a red swastika. It grows and grows as the calendar 'slides' forward in time. By 2012, it ranges from the Canadian border to the tip of South Texas (and slightly into Mexico). It is carefully controlled and I perceive that there is an intent that it not go into Canada for some reason.

I am asked, 'do you understand?' and in the dream, I say 'yes' (at the time, after waking, I did not though). The voice behind me says, 'proceed', and next I see the map reset, and it starts again, however this time it is a bit east, and the red is NOT a swastika, but a spider web. It is centered near the New Madrid area. It grows silently, I feel it 'creeping unnoticed' until it covers all of the eastern area from Cleveland Ohio to Macon Georgia, and from the Mississippi River to central Virginia.

Once the web is in place, I notice the calendar is still rolling, and is 2012...2013...20..and the web turns into a broken window, a broken glass. It starts to crack, and it falls in chips, then like a floor of glass, collapses. People, so many people, falling into it. There is nothing below it. It is like a giant mine pit and there is lava beneath. They yell, they scream in total terror. Thousands, millions. But, as I try to see what they are actually falling into, I try to lean over the pit and the stench is worse than anything I have smelled in my life. It is horrific. I am told, 'this is spiritual, not physical, and the odor you smell is the corruption of the spirit of those that experience this, and the ones that fell before them'. The clock is at '2014...2015...2...' as the ticker of the clock is now at the bottom, and slowly sliding into 2016. As the people on the cracked glass reach their end, only a few remain. I see one face I know, and a handful that I do not. The face I know is Hillary Clinton, the others are her 'aids and close associates'. She is falling into the pit as she fights so hard to hold it together and to keep herself from falling in. She finally falls, and in that moment screams 'NO! THIS ISN'T FAIR, IT'S MY TURN! YOU PROMISED! IT'S MY TURN NOW'.

Quickly, I see the ticker is '2014...2015...2016...2' as centered in the screen, and I see a group of men in a smoky room who now focus on Europe, and don't care what happened to America. The voice standing behind me says 'my destruction of Babylon is complete, now I shall turn my attention to Europe and then the Middle East'.

The projector is turned off, the wall behind me becomes windows that are now opened, Gabriel is gone, and the doors are opened. I wake up exceedingly nauseated and go to the bathroom. I am physically sick - I can't get the stench out of my nose! I am now awake, and can still see and smell the ending scene of the 'web'.

I've had this dream several times, but I listed the first date I had it. The repeat events have been identical. To my knowledge, I have never seen anything close to this that would have seeded such a dream event randomly. I believe this to have been a OOB scene of a real action that took place.
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I am standing on a modern waterfront, not sure if it is ocean-coastal or a river location. Major city nearby. Large dock facility with various features which make me think it's a relatively important port in America (I am not told it is America, but it looks Western, and what I hear is English spoken).

Two men standing on the walkway on the water. Boat hardware laying about (buoys, rope, etc.). Small room, like a control room, maybe 8-ft x 8-ft, with a small white door on the walkway itself. They are coming out of the room. I see into the room. Two blue barrels with something taped to the top. It is a timer, but very complex. I know it is a nuclear package. The men are hard, scarred, look mid-30's, and like prior military. They are wearing black tactical vests and have small handheld radios. They are talking to someone on them and say 'it is fixed, and active'. One has a pistol out, but puts it away after they come out of the room and lock the door. They are looking about to make sure none saw them. I can feel they are ready to kill, if needed, to keep this secret. There are more to 'place', but not here. Elsewhere.

Knowledge that they may sit here for days or months or years, activation is not known by the men at this time. They do not care, their job is done. Using them is someone else's business.

Mother dreamt the following, written here verbatim: I was outside my house chatting with a friend, an ordinary day as ever.

Suddenly we were interrupted by a male voice echoing in the air from all around much like the voice accompanying a tornado siren telling people to take shelter. The announcer said this is a national emergency, that a great flood was coming, and to seek higher ground immediately. It was implied that other areas of the country were receiving the same warning, that it was an unprecedented tsunami.

I got in the car with my friend and drove to higher ground. We ended up on a high plateau or mesa, a flat land surrounded by mountains but the land itself was high in elevation. There were thousands of people already there. The voice then told everyone to ensure they also had winter clothes because temperatures would plummet to subzero ranges. End of Dream.

I don't remember the dreams in good detail, but they all involved myself not wanting to pick up passengers at the airport. The theme repeated through multiple dreams.

In the first dream, I had "missed" my plane. I left a day early somehow. There was a list, and on that list were the names of people. I was supposed to ride share with one of them. I confirmed with the airline that I had gone one day early. I was vehement that I would not go back to the airport to pick up one of the people named on the list; I can't remember the name, or the list of names, at this point. I think it had "Beane" in it, and had an "O-".

In this dream, and in the subsequent ones, a common theme came up. Somebody in the dream told me "well, they knew you wouldn't do this because you're Danish" or something just like this.

In a second dream, I had gone to the airport, I had to pick up somebody early in the day. There were no parking spaces; I was trying to get out, they insisted that I had to pay $5, even though I hadn't been able to park. I had to go into a multi-level parking garage that was far away, and they had told me that there probably weren't any parking spots in there either. I couldn't find one, so I was leaving, I got the phrase about "being related to the Danes" or "being Danish" again.

In a final dream, I really don't remember much; I was at a dinner party of some sort; again, I was supposed to have been setup to ride share with someone at the airport but I was on a different flight, and I did not want to go pick them up. This last time it was "We knew you wouldn't want to go pick up the Swedish because you're related to the Danish".

Based on our lessons from Canada, I’m playing around with finding peaks in certain words. Obviously, there are degrees of peaks and varying heights, but I’m looking for certain ones that resemble the peaks we saw in the Canada shooting. For this run, the yellow highlighted words are those that seem to be the closest in characteristics. The other thing we’ll be starting to track are the TYPES of words that are peaking and how early they peak prior to the news. For example, we have names that seem to peak the highest and earliest, while simple descriptors seem to peak later and lower.

Other than the peaks in yellow, I also annotated an interesting smattering of words that seem to point to the natural world in China. Panda, Nature, Rare, Tigers, Cage, Garden, etc. Not sure if this is predictive, especially since we have no big hitters here (above 2,500%). In addition, there don’t seem to be many phrases that pop out, at least to me. If anyone sees groups of 3-4 (or more) words that seem meaningful or that overlap with recent dreams, then do speak up!


   

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10/24/2014    %Change from Ave    % Change from Yesterday

panda    108.6%    1100.0%
jelly    88.2%    1000.0%
brave    82.4%    1000.0%
nature    194.0%    800.0%
tech    111.5%    650.0%
connection    195.7%    575.0%
forgotten    130.5%    525.0%
competition    115.8%    466.7%
rare    74.3%    450.0%
china    70.9%    450.0%
tigers    78.2%    400.0%
helicopters    75.9%    400.0%
fourth    54.6%    266.7%
breathing    94.3%    233.3%
chick    52.5%    233.3%
relax    91.8%    225.0%
steal    106.4%    220.0%
scare    108.9%    200.0%
jealous    80.7%    200.0%
string    68.8%    200.0%
leather    58.8%    200.0%
drops    107.8%    180.0%
number    86.2%    172.7%
cage    66.4%    150.0%
beginning    50.6%    137.5%
proud    149.8%    122.2%
garden    74.7%    115.4%
army    146.1%    111.1%
motorcycle    112.5%    100.0%

I am driving on a two land road through a city (feels like Arroyo Grande) but the city in my dream is much bigger. It is night time. Traffic is going along at a pretty fast clip even though we are moving through the city. I am also operating a life-sized remote control car and no one is in it. I pull over because traffic is starting to go too fast for safety and I'm worried I won't be able to stop the remote control car in time since I don't know where it is. I have the controls in my hand and I start pressing the buttons for the brakes hoping to spot the car as it passes me. There is a woman with me and she is very upset I pulled over and is worried about the remove control car. She wants me to forget about it. I look forward just in time to see a red sports car fly past all other traffic and then crash out of control, flipping multiple times. There are several more crashes and one pedestrian gets run over.

Hypnagogic: Imagery of grasshoppers. More like Jimmy Cricket! Rural fence. That's odd! I awakened and made a note of it.

Journey #1: I am in a shopping mall, full of shoppers. I head toward a JC Penney. I am accompanied by a companion, although I never do see his or her face. The companion is always there, silent. I am looking for a special make-up. Upon entering the store, scanning for the make-up counters, I - instead - see a big new JCP kiosk marked Pepperidge Farms, with a chocolate brown curtain separating the marketing exhibit from rest of store. It was established as a Pepperidge Farms "Marketplace". Odd, indeed. Suddenly, a bespectacled young man shows up at my side, introducing himself as Steve Parente. In his early 20s...brown hair, brown eyes. Thin build. I directly asked him how old he was? No answer. I am confused, as the name sounds familiar to me. In a moment of some lucidity, I am trying to find out why the name sounds so familiar...what is the name linked with? The Manson Murders? Something else? I cannot remember. He instructs me that the mall is closing soon.

Journey #2: I have been asked to attend a media gathering at a convention hall. Since I am an at-the-last-moment invitee, I am told I will be seated with reporters at the National Enquirer (Examiner?) table, where there will be an empty seat for me. I jump into a vehicle and speed off toward the convention hall. I am dressed up, in a bright blue cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. My right eye is giving me fits, like a blindness, ad I am having trouble getting to the hall. Upon arrival, I am now anxious that - resulting from the right eye blindness - that I will be able to successfully find the perimeter table that I am seated at, with the National (Enquirer? Examiner?) media folk. I am having trouble viewing the white place cards at the tables. Worried someone else will steal my assigned seat.

I am with my brother and some friends in Minnesota, when I become lucid. When I loose lucidity, I end up in a city and go into a large skyscraper. In the basement is a secret project keeping people in suspended animation. They are letting someone out because the world is in trouble. Then person is called the snowman. More in terms of the novel Snowcrash, about a virus that takes over people's nervous system. I slip into a chamber before he is released, coming back 40 years later to a world haunted by memory loss, from a side effect from the snowman. I get that though the memory loss is devastating, the snowman had to come out to fight whatever was going on.

Thursday October 23, 2014

I am exploring a house during a very unguided tour. It is close to winter school term and I am looking for a place to rent. The house is beautiful. It is very spacious and the architecture involves lots of artisan crafted wood panels, trim, and decor. The lighting creates a warm glow of an ambiance which contrasts nicely with the cold, dead outside world. I explore the first floor for a while which has a foyer, lots of living space, bathrooms, and at least one bedroom. I climb the stairs to explore the second floor. The first thing I notice is the kitchen across from the top of the stairs. How weird- who puts a kitchen on the second floor? The kitchen door on the right side of the hall is at an angle, pointing just off to my left. I step forward and see an almost industrial looking kitchen in a room that looks like a square with one corner cut off. A center island sits underneath a set of hanging pots and pans. Behind the island resides the stove. All of a sudden I see this black figure move from the side of the island to the face behind it. What was that! It peeks over the counter to look at me and I see that it is an utterly massive spider. This spider could barely fit inside a medicine ball. At first I am scared, and I run out of the kitchen and half way down the stairs. I man up and decide to kill it for the homeowner, climbing the stairs stealthily. I creep across the kitchen hoping the insect is behind the island where I last saw it. I reach my arm out above my head and grab a large pan. The insect crawls onto the top of the counter and I immediately slam the pan onto the counter as hard as I can. I miss it, and it jumps to the back counter and runs toward the other door. It has six legs which wrap tightly around its fur coated abdomen. This is unusual because spider legs reach out from the abdomen. I grab a second frying pan for the other hand and hurry after it. I almost catch it in the next room! Every time I look at it the insect gets stranger. It looks back at me and has the cutest face- that of a kitten. It also has a soft, furry black tail porpoising through the air behind it! What?!? I loose its trail and we run out of time. I have to go.
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Despite the apparent infestation, I ultimately decide (with no hesitations) to purchase this house. I meet my roommates. Three gentlemen my age who go to school with me. We are seated on couches in the living room which is the front most room on the right side of the foyer. There is one couch under the picture frame window and a second couch perpendicular and to the right (from the perspective of someone looking in the window). A large coffee table which looks like a medieval chest adorned with iron straps and hardware sits in the center of the floor in front of both couches. I am on the couch which is not under the window sitting with a roommate to my left. Another person sits in a free-rolling chair across the coffee table from me. The last tenant sits under the window, and I don't get a good view of him. I had never seen them before, but we acted like we already knew each other. Some weeks had passed since I toured the house, so perhaps we met and got to know each other during this time. The kid sitting in the rolling chair takes out a small baggie containing some light green bud. I look left to the large picture frame window on the front wall. It is sunny outside (but freezing cold) and I can see the street and the houses on the other side. I think to myself that it may be a bad idea to be doing this right in front of the window, but its our home and this is where we live so fuck it. He opens the bag and holds the aperture forward so I can smell it. I smile in satisfaction and he takes out a small aluminum grinder with the yin-yang symbol painted on the top. He opens the grinder and adds some nuggets from his baggy. He passes the open grinder to me. I reach in my pocket to obtain a small vial of bud when I see Catbug peek his head from the foyer around the wall into the living room. I jump out of my seat and chase Catbug right up the stairs, grinder still in hand. I run into a room with carpet and jump on all fours. The grinder lands, still in hand, on the carpet and some of the ground up weed jumps into the carpet fibers. I chase Catbug further until we end up back in the kitchen. I choose my weapon and move in for the kill. Catbug hides behind the center island again. I creep over to the left side and then Catbug does something unexpected- he slowly walks out from behind the island and rubs the side of his body against my legs, purring the whole time. This of course takes me off guard. He curls his tail in a crescent over the back half of his body and looks up at me. His green saucer eyes highlight his kitten face and I just can't do it. In this moment, I choose love. I set the pan down on the counter and use my left hand to pet his lower back. I cup his right shoulder with my other hand and his purring grows stronger. I realize he is a pet, who the landlord leaves here for whatever reason. I calmly walk back downstairs. I would imagine no one knows why I did that, so I announce "So... I met Catbug." I explain the grinder spilled in my antics and I would not only match but replace the missing volume. Here is where the dream becomes fuzzy... At some point after this I become lucid and get really excited that I am lucid. Because this dream isn't too unrealistic, my mind convinces me that I am in fact not asleep, but that I have become lucid anyways as a sort of practice. I begin changing things within the house, such as making objects appear and disappear.
Before I have too much fun, the entire dream-scape changes. I am actually dreaming now, I must have fallen asleep for real. I am standing on grass. Things are suspended randomly in free space. Everything is composed of cubes- I am in Minecraft! I love dreaming about Minecraft! But this isn't any world that I've ever seen. Everything is discontinuous, like the Far Lands of a Minecraft world. My dream does take place in these Far Lands but my dream is far more exotic than the in-game counterpart. First, the backdrop is pure white. Second, a disproportional number of the floating chunks of earth contain or are composed entirely of lava. I begin flying around the map exploring. I fly up, and then continue up and forward to create a 45 degree angle. I can go in whatever direction I want, at whatever speed I want, as dictated by only my thoughts. I pass by some lava blocks. I can feel the heat radiating in infrared. I can feel the air moving across my face. The heat feels the best though. Noclip is on while I'm flying, because I can fly straight through solid objects as if they aren't even there. I fly through some earth and lava, and the heat builds but never becomes unbearable or even uncomfortable. I continue exploring. I level out and arc left, ultimately making a maybe 150 degree turn. Thus far I have only seen extraordinarily out of place natural (Minecraft) objects. Soon I begin to see a small portion of man made (Minecraft) objects intermingled in the debris. There is a house! There are some tools. I keep flying until I end up with a yellow basketball in my hands. I look up and see a yellow circle. I throw the ball and swoosh! I hear a sound indicating my point. I look down and find a blue basketball. I look back up and throw to the same yellow hoop as before. The ball makes it, but the computer makes a rejection sound, like a buzz. I fly forward through some more pieces of earth to find a blue basket is hidden behind them. I throw the ball and swoosh! The computer makes another noise and I know the puzzle is solved. Wait- this is a puzzle. The blue ball falls to a matte gray platform below. The platform is completely out of place in the Far Lands because it has continuity. This must have been built by someone. The basketball hoop is close to a right-angle turn in the path. The path arrives from seemingly infinitely far away, makes its turn, continues maybe 20 meters, and turns 90 degrees to the right again. It disappears into the terrain, where you can't see more than 50 meters in any given direction.
I set down on the gray platform. It would be fun to solve some puzzles! I walk along the path looking for more. When I follow the second turn, I see a table on the left. Nothing on the pathway is composed of cubes like the rest of the world. I pass the table, but something catches my eye. There is a poster on the wall behind the table, a bucket on the floor in front of the table, and a man standing behind the table. This is another puzzle! I begin solving it while three gorgeous, tall, skinny, brunette women walk up from the direction in which I came. They are talking to the man behind the table. I catch their attention and they start looking at me, still holding their conversation. I look down at myself and learn that I am wearing nothing but boxers. That's okay with me. I suck my gut in and stand up straight, but it doesn't make any difference because they're already interested in me. One of them notices and even chuckles a little. Two of them get very close to my body while the third girl continues their conversation with the person manning the table. Somehow I begin to know things about them, just intuitively. I know at least some of them are virgins. I know they are looking for someone...
Another guy walks up to the table from the same direction as the rest of us. The girls start off down the gray hallway and I follow. They turn left and enter our house. They walk through the foyer and up the staircase. They close a door sealing off the top of the stairs. I get the impression that is a private area. They must live here. The other guy who showed up at the table is behind me, and he turns out to be one of my room mates from the beginning of the dream. He says something about "getting them". My thoughts reassure me that I am already a step ahead. It should be mentioned that at some point my clothes returned, because I don't remember being in my boxers while interacting with anyone else. To the left of the bottom of the stairs is my room, with the light on. I turn right and enter the room one-back from the living room. It's Sam's room! Sam lives with me again! I ask him how he is settling in. He says he is doing well. There is a window behind him which begins half way up the wall. It is daytime but it is a dull or dark blue outside, almost as if the winter is saying 'the sun is up, but this is all the light you are getting today.' The window is frosty. We talk about school term for a minute. I awake.