Apparently I bought a house. I was walking through it with a contractor who was trying to get it ready for me.

He points out various issues that they are working on. Carpet that needs replacing - it's a horrid shag/berber type, the loops hadn't been cut to form the shag properly so they were large enough to stick your toes through them and trip.

He also points to random gas lines all through the house that are cut in random places. He's telling me these don't work, and as we go upstairs - I notice an open space in the counter at the back of the open area upstairs where the stairs led.

It's a kitchen? The contractor mentions there's no stove, and that he is working on fixing the gas lines.

The dream shifts and the contractor is gone and my family is there. We are halfway moved in. The horrid carpet still exists. My mother and daughter (early teens at the time she's in college at the time of this writing) are watching TV. I walk over and look at the carpet where they have kicked off their shoes. I see that my mom and daughter have stuffed their socks under the edge of the carpet where it wasn't secured to the floor by carpet transition moulding. I tell them to get their socks out from under the carpet and not to do things like that.

As my daughter is removing the socks I feel a presence behind me. I turn and realize a woman in all black has appeared out of nowhere and she has a small child (between 18 mos and 2 years old) She's mistreating the child. My family and I are appalled and all I can think of is getting the child away from her.

The woman senses this or something and takes a fighting stance releasing the child. I pick up the child and we are trying to get away from the woman.

I run upstairs and grab the broken gas line - I notice strange sparks coming from it - but it doesn't quite ignite fully. This bothers the dreaming me. She comes up and wrestles the child from me and runs down the stairs.

I chase after her, and she tosses the child to the ground at her feet and stands in fighting stance again. I circle around to block her exit and face her. I glance at the child and all of a sudden a black rod appears in my hands. A random thought crosses my mind that this rod is the Gothic Black Rod of Blasting or some random name I don't remember well now, and I know that I can defeat her with it.

Taking care not to swing in a way that would go near the child that is on the floor and frozen in fear, I swing it at the lady in black expecting it to knock her back or something. It has no affect. Like a cheap aluminum broom handle it bends right in half. I continue swinging it at her with no affect, and then ditch it.

This lady in black appears to be protected by some supernatural power. Nothing I do can defeat her. At this point I wake up.

I was really tall and was standing in field of wheat or hay that had been cut. I was eating granola and it tasted like bug spray or something chemical. I felt like I should be telling people about the chemical, but knew I wouldn't. Stood with my arms stretched out to the sides and just stood there admiring the fields with the taste of strong chemical in my mouth. Weird.

I forgot my password and got a message saying that I should change the one that was sent to me in the User Control Panel, but Where Is It? I could not locate it.

Am I brainfartin, or did I read here at least a month ago that it's generally been that from any one day's bot run, till a headline or headlines for it, is usually about 7 days?

I see myself looking for headlines the day it makes its appearance. Should I be doing this and expecting a hit? or should I be looking at the bot runs from approx. a week ago, and looking for new headlines for them, now?

I was arriving at headquarters for an annual corporation team building/awards day. Large building with lots of glass windows, a large airy entry area, staircase, granite floors and white walls.

I am getting some sidelong glances and hostile looks from some people that seem to know who I am and a few smiles and hellos. One lady says �Long time no see, what has it been 10 years?� I reply, �I don�t need to be here if I am doing my job right. I don�t know why they insist I be here today. � I realize it has been years since I was here.

I head to the bathroom and just as I am reaching for the door I get called by a man that wants to ask me something. It is just a delaying tactic so some other men can slip into the bathroom but, I saw them. They are attempting to harass me with an unpleasant practical joke. I enter the room and catch them with their privates out and I say mean cutting remarks and take pictures of them on my phone to share with their co-workers. They are truly angry and embarrassed and now they beg me to not do it.

As I am heading to the main office I am constantly being challenged by people with evil pranks and unpleasant comments. I manage to turn it all back on them.

I ask a woman that is sitting at a welcome desk where I might find someone I need to talk to and she makes an ugly comment about my being too successful and that I make it hard for all the others. She refuses to give me the information I need. I grab her by the throat and choke her with two fingers of one hand, she turns blue and I let her go and warn her to stop messing with me. She gives me the info.

I am exhausted from all the �almost killing� evil pranks and situations that have tried to stop my advancing up to the main office. I am thinking all this is wasting my time.

I finally get to where I am going and see the person I am supposed to see. He compliments me about my work and tells me that I have done an extraordinary job. He tells me that it is about finished and we all would be called to return home. We have one more major job to work, we have to collect and escort those involved with the big change. We have to disrupt the evil ones plans.

I wake up confused as I have no company I work for nor am I involved with any secret group and I don�t have the power or energy to fight like I did in the dream. In the dream I am recognized as being deadly efficient and outside regular boundaries.

Collective unconscious is apparently requesting pain, but SOUL is coming through as the powerful guardian.

Grouping 1: We're going to be drowning in insight, and it will be fascinating
Grouping 2: Soul is like a powerful guardian
Grouping 3: This reminds me of Elyse's dream "Strange Statue" dream from June: http://www.nationaldreamcenter.com/dream...tues_in_CA

Other questions:
- Why porn, and why now?
- Tomahawk is a weapon...plus different types of weapons.
- PMS would indicate that the woman is not pregnant...uh oh...did we miss our opportunity for rebirth?

   

Plain text:
10/15/2014    %Change from Ave    % Change from Yesterday

request    49.5%    2600.0%
headache    111.1%    1200.0%
punishment    99.7%    1200.0%
tomahawk    96.4%    1000.0%
pms    91.4%    1000.0%
coincidence    70.0%    1000.0%
hours    71.1%    912.5%
drowning    58.3%    900.0%
insight    141.9%    850.0%
pond    62.0%    800.0%
fascinating    60.1%    800.0%
underwater    85.9%    700.0%
mid    138.7%    666.7%
soul    292.8%    640.0%
powerful    54.3%    450.0%
tiger    143.1%    400.0%
guardian    112.2%    400.0%
ankle    94.9%    400.0%
pristine    84.9%    400.0%
porn    77.7%    400.0%
mystery    73.9%    400.0%
nap    165.8%    350.0%
statue    87.4%    325.0%
demon    170.2%    316.7%
brief    143.6%    285.7%
confusing    114.3%    275.0%
silent    100.0%    250.0%
north    86.9%    250.0%
bow    82.4%    250.0%
shifts    67.1%    233.3%
german    63.2%    233.3%
art    54.2%    207.7%
plug    54.1%    200.0%

I was shown a painting of a red barn - the kind with a pointed roof, two wings and a turret. The door was wide open. A green car (50s??) was crashed through the front end of the left wing.

The first part is a quick flash: The feeling of industry -- a lot of moving parts/gears(?) above people. It is extremely dark, the visual is very fast.
I've enough time to focus before being ejected out of that arena into another one.

There's a beach and palms. I look toward the water and there is a woman wearing a blue dress walking on shore from the water. That is when I see a pier, it's small, for local use so-to-speak.

The scene is gentle and serene and I question that feeling or rather the safety of it.

She said, 'Duck Port 180 years ago'. (Duck Port or Duckport?)

(Misc. Notes: Vibrations returned, but "morphed". These were centered heart chakra; vibrations not as violent, but FASTER in cycling. I woke up briefly, hypnagogic, with "dreams" or imagery about Fukushima; scolded myself - saying that my intention was not that. I wished I had written down notes, as I can remember nothing now. Fukushima imagery was quite crisp and important. Now, no recall).

Dream experiences: I am once again in a motel in an unfamiliar setting; actually, a motel suite (repeat theme), large with multiple doors and rooms. KJ (husband, passed over) was sleeping next to me. We both awakened same time, and as we began to converse, three giggling drunk college girls, somehow, got into the room, hoping they could find an empty "free" room to spend the night (translation: stealing someone else's paid for motel room). I called the front desk, and security arrived, escorting the drunk girls out of the motel. KJ and I were, quite suddenly catapulted into a mall scene (repeat scene), with this vast mall somehow "attached" to the motel. KJ was extremely quiet and somber, causing me distress. I tried to talk to him, as we walked through the mall, but he remained detached and quiet and somber. We arrived at a restaurant, featuring pastries. It was a serve-yourself buffet style; KJ sat down with his coffee, while I picked out a pastry or two. There were free Christmas cookies available on a separate plate, tree shaped. I chose one of those, dropped it. And, picked out two more fruit pastries, as well as iced tea, which I placed into a big aluminum jug I had, using their dispensing spigot. I got to the cashier, a lovely older woman, light blonde hair, inquisitive blue eyes, chubby, and she rang me up $64.00 for the iced tea alone, plus the pastries. I was outraged I saw the number: $64.00 plus $3.45 for the pastries on the register. No way I was going to pay that for iced tea, and I told her to take it back, including the pastries. We left the restaurant, and headed back into the mall, with me starving for food ENERGY, needing it right away. KJ used a restroom, and I saw a restaurant kiosk featuring African sandwiches, starting with a "G", with more of a Jamaican sounding name for these specialty sandwiches. I was so hungry, I thought about quickly buying one, until I remembered I was vegan. KJ came out of the rest room,and we joined hands, while he remained very somber. Using NVC, he explained that our separation had been difficult, but that his love for me was powerful, and that we could work through it all (was the sense I received). I was relieved. Looking out of the plate glass windows of the mall, I saw triple falls, huge beautiful falls, more like Victoria in Rhodesia. Lined up, one after another. Breath-taking and out of this world, so to speak. I said, "what are those?" and was told "Honeyoe" Falls. ???? Name spelled out for me, as on a sign held up. Cosmic Jukebox - upon awakening, a song that took me a good long time to figure out. At least an hour to figure out the song. Only a lyric snippet and melody snippet remembered; that's all. But, it continued to play repetitively, hypnapompic stage. I wished I could link it here. For the interested, after the dastardly job of trying to figure out the song, I found it, with lyrics: YouTube, Owl City - Fireflies - Lyrics, posted by MegaLyricMania, Sept 26, 2009. Enjoy!

I don't recall much of the beginning of the dream. I was female, and with at least one other person, also female, in a downtown setting. The day was sunny and we were outside. There were not many people around, and I do not recall seeing any vehicles. (Similar to an early weekend day in a downtown commercial area).

I went for a walk, or perhaps I was looking for something. I was walking through narrow passageways, almost like an underground warren of tunnels and rooms. Some of the tunnels had racks of clothing in the aisles (reminded me of the narrow city streets and markets of India or Asia), although I thought I was here in the USA. I occasionally encountered other people, most individuals not groups of people, in the passageways. Different races, all co-existing. Some were dressed in ragged clothes, all thin, non-threatening, but not particularly friendly. One passageway led to a dead-end of several rooms filled with furniture; one had a dining room table with chairs and was set for a meal. At this point the area felt underground, with rock walls, floor and ceiling. The rooms were well-lit with natural light. I backed out of this area as it seemed like a private family area, although there were not any doors.

I don't recall the next dream sequence.

Then I was walking outside, still downtown, by a river. I was not wearing shoes. I left the sidewalk to go down by the river. On the bank were several pairs of shoes, and I borrowed a pair of brown sandals and waded into the water. A few others were also in the water, which came up to our knees. Acroos the river the opposite bank rose up 20 feet or so, and a bulldozer was flattening the landscape. The lady next to me said something about a planned development was cancelled so they were prepping the land for another use. This reminded me of stock option monthly expiration, this Friday, 10/17, perhaps an 'out of options' scenario or maybe the land had an Option Contract on it that expired.

I left the river and climbed the bank, took off the sandals to return them to the shoe pile. I saw someone I knew from my college days, although he did not recognize me, and I knew that the sandals in my hand were his. "Rick" is tall (6'), thin, with sandy hair and beard and gold wire rim glasses, middle aged. He seemed puzzled when I give him his sandals and I told him "here they are", and I kept on walking and left the area.