(Awakened around 4:30 am; later, since I have noted a defined trend, with most people waking up automatically between 3 and 3:30 am, accompanied by insomnia. Upon awakening, I had no recall of dreams, and was disappointed. These from hypnapompic, or staying between sleep state and wakefulness, but not on purpose.)

Dream Journey #1: I am in a large cavernous room, with Persian blue paint on walls and ceiling. There are couches along the room perimeter, and I am seated on one, watching (television?). My mother (crossed over, 2009) is seated next to me. She suddenly jumps up, and begins to swat at something. I, too, jump up and observe still moving spider legs, reddish brown, in the floor. Huge spider legs, and the spider must have been puppy sized. She had dispatched the spider, claiming she saw it crawling on the ceiling, then, down the wall, and onto the floor toward us. My mother said she could not believe her eyes how big the spider was; nor could I seeing its legs.

Dream Journey #2: My husband K (crossed over, 2011) was in a hospital bed. My sister D was preparing him a big platter of sushi, served under a white china dome. I was incredulous inasmuch as my sister did not care for K. And, my husband and I never ate sushi. I cautioned K not to eat the sushi. I was very puzzled as to what was unfolding.

Dream Journey #3: I was hurrying to place my white domestic ducks into a kitchen wall cabinet, shutting the doors after them, but worried they would not have enough air. I had placed them into the cabinet for safety. I was anxious.

Dream Journey #4: There is a big cardboard box on the slab of the barn, and in the box are two dozen turkey babies, peeping and glad to see me. Next to the box is a 40 lb. bag of unspecified feed, red and green bag color, like Walmart's brand. I hear a voice, "They've all got to fit in." I am greatly puzzled.

Dream Journey #5: I hear a LOUD voice, of my mother, saying my name, "Kim!". The voice is upset. I awaken and make note of it.

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I find myself with my close family, some distant relatives, and quite a few unknown people in an apartment building somewhere in the city of Chicago. We are all together in a large room on the third floor. The building is pretty empty except for things that a few people have brought with them.

We are all there in anticipation of something that we are not quite sure of. We hear a commotion outside with some yelling and screaming. We run to a window and look out to see a wall of pure, white, hot fire envelope everything in its path. People are trying to run from it but aren't fast enough.

I yell to everyone, "get to the basement!" Some people listen and follow me to the basement. Some people, family and stranger alike, decide to try to outrun the fire and exit the building.

We make it to the basement and it is flooded about 4 feet deep with clean water. We turn off the gas so there are no explosions. We find something to to hold onto and pull ourselves under. My brother struggles to find a good anchor so I pull him down. 1 man laughs at us as the fire fills the basement and he falls over dead, unburned. The room lights up with the fire and then goes away.

We get up and go outside to see that nothing is really damaged and there are no bodies of the dead. It is bright and sunny with a blue sky. It is winter or late fall with many bare trees and yellow grass everywhere. We see large shadows from things flying overhead and are filled with fear. But then we see that they are coming from birds. We are filled with the realization that most of the evil in the world is gone and we become very hopeful and excited.

We go back inside to collect supplies for our scouting journey to find land to support our group. For some reason, I am preoccupied with toothpaste.

I make my way to a bedroom on the 4th floor with a lady who is half naked but covering herself with a pillow. She is stealing clothes and other valuables from the room. This room is packed full of someone's belongings. I then realize that many people probably made it that I will have to watch out for, like this woman.

Then we pack our bags and look at a map and decide to go west.

I am standing outside looking up at the clear blue sky. Weather is mild.
I look down to see what I am wearing: I think it is a baseball uniform. It is white with red pinstripes; it has a V on it. I am wearing swim fins on my feet. (weird). I look back up from my feet and I realize I was wrong about the V it is an A. (I was looking at it upside down)
I look back at the sky and it is pouring rain with big black clouds and high winds. I look at my feet and think now I see why I have swim fins on but the swim fins are gone and I am wearing something different….
The phone rang and woke me up! I lost a major portion of the dream.
This dream had a lot of footwear in it and with each change of footwear the location and event changed. The footwear never fit with the clothing. The total outfit does not fit the event. As in: a long formal dress with combat boots at a beach outing. A Girl Scout outfit with 4"heels at kindergarten. Everything was jumbled up but each thing made sense and connected to the next change.
It was full of surprises like that but it left me totally confused as to meaning and I know it wasn't about Halloween.

I am at work caring for an older woman, probably in her 60's. She has cancer and we need to transfer her because we cannot provide her the care she needs. I call the ambulance hub and request transport. When they find out we are transferring the patient to another hospital for "

I'm in some type of "

Running short on time here. If you haven’t seen the recent blog today about Jung’s Secret Order, might want to check that out.

Group 1 very interesting because this is high-end spice/food. Brie a type of expensive cheese and curry a common spice in Indian dishes.

Note: First color in DreamBot4 happens to be BEIGE! Is this referring to the Fed’s Beige book?
WARNING: Barry on the rise again. Is the collective unconscious going insane here?

Note: 5 date indicators don’t belong! October is way uncommon at the end of the month, and what about all those days of the week? Bizarre!

Note: Ebola actually surges for the first “real” time, but this is clearly day residue.


   


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10/21/2014    %Change from Ave    % Change from Yesterday

brie    107.1%    1300.0%
curry    112.4%    1200.0%
thief    101.8%    1200.0%
travelling    193.4%    700.0%
update    79.2%    550.0%
beige    75.7%    550.0%
wednesday    72.9%    550.0%
blurry    311.1%    516.7%
barry    164.6%    500.0%
garden    44.0%    360.0%
thursday    90.5%    300.0%
friday    120.9%    185.7%
scare    55.6%    180.0%
vehicle    120.1%    177.8%
october    406.3%    157.7%
basketball    93.8%    150.0%
mon    85.7%    150.0%
entry    47.6%    150.0%
stuffed    107.5%    133.3%
climbing    68.5%    133.3%
six    68.8%    125.0%
film    82.7%    114.3%
dogs    108.9%    94.4%
wish    92.8%    90.9%
ebola    131.1%    88.9%
children    173.7%    87.5%
cool    88.3%    80.0%
falls    66.5%    77.8%
biting    94.5%    70.0%
wow    103.4%    68.8%
completely    54.8%    68.8%
imagery    161.0%    66.7%

(An absence of dream recall is being experienced. Vibrations remain immense, but no recall is available. Weird! These brief memories from night before.)



My husband (crossed over, 2011) was with me, and we had been selected for Dancing With the Stars. (Neither of us watched the show, and were not big fans of dancing.) We were together in a large convention hall, with lots of other people milling about. I looked over to my left and said, "Look! Rosie got picked too!". (Note: I know no one named Rosie; but this woman was in her 40s, dark haired.) As we were waiting for (something?), men in suits walked by and handed us access cards. These were magnetic stripped, chocolate brown in color, with white embedded alpha and numerals. We took ours, examining them. No further information.I had begun to look at this in a literal sense rather than in a t.v. show way. Dream state or out of body, i.e. "dancing with the stars".



Final Note: A dream-contact asked me to include this, from the same night. She ("C") dreamed she was walking up a series of ladders. She would make her way to the top of a ladder, only to have a new ladder present itself. She would have to climb that ladder too, until the next ladder arrived. She woke up physically exhausted, with her calves sore. She wondered how that could be if it was all in a dream.

As planned, my parents and sister's family arrive on Christmas Day. Out of no where, more family arrives and I'm now looking at the set table, worried that I don't have enough plates and chairs. Nieces and nephews arrive with some of their friends and I notice a lady I don't know standing at the kitchen sink cleaning vegetables. I wonder who hired her. More young people arrive and since others have taken over the cooking, I decide I need a shower. There is someone in the shower and someone making out in my bedroom. I have to wait. I undress and go looking for some fresh clothes and can't find any but I do find my white housecoat behind the bathroom door. Even my dirty clothes have disappeared. I wander through the house and there isn't anyone there except family in the kitchen. The house has been destroyed - the furniture is wrecked and scattered all over. I decide to pack a bag and just leave because it is all way out of control. My suitcase is missing. Back in the kitchen, family is traying and bowling all the food they have cooked. They are going to feed my food to all those people who just showed up out of nowhere. I go outside into the back yard. I am upset and angry. I come across the ex from 25 years ago. He has a drink in his hand. I confront him about what is going on. He laughs and ignores me as if everything is normal. There is something wrong with his face. It is covered in what looks like pimples.

My own husband, kids and their kids aren't there. It is not my house. It is summer time. The grass and trees are green. The house is white.

This was a kind of absurd little dream and on the surface doesn't seem to have much to do with my intention.

There is no background or location, the image is almost in a void and I'm observing from a short distance and slightly above.

There is a middle aged man dressed in white, a lab coat. He has scruffy hair and is wearing glasses. He is standing behind a huge pile of boxes or cartons. The boxes are rectangular, about a foot long and about four inches high by five wide. They have a lid and each is tied around the middle with a cord. The boxes are assorted bright primary and secondary colors. He is opening the boxes one at a time, looking inside and each one has a word inside. He says the word and then closes the box, sets it back in the pile and piccks up and opens another and is going on like that. I'm not actually hearing the word he says. I become a participant in the dream and I go closer and ask him what words are inside the boxes. He says "oh it doesn't matter which words are in the boxes, it's whatever is left outside of them that matters." I started to ask him another question but I can't remember what it was and I woke in the midle of him saying a word that I recall starting with an "M" but I can't remember the rest.