Tuesday October 14, 2014


I am home. Not my home in real life, but rather a small wooden domicile along a river. The river is just big enough to canoe along, and shallow enough to walk across. The river has maybe 10 meters of dry riverbed on either side, enclosed by a natural, vertical dirt wall in excess of one meter tall. The surrounding area of grassy planes and rolling hills is ultimately enclosed by a forest on all sides. The clearing is huge, but you are still able to see clear from one side to the other. The clearing seen from space would almost look like an upside down boot with the ankle to the east and the toes pointing north. The river runs through the ankle, with my house on the south side. The hills trap a lake that's shaped like a D by the upper heel and a larger lake spanning most of the bottom of the boot, toe to heel.

I am standing in the riverbed facing north. Thousands of people are around me. Some are dressed in uniforms, but the vast majority are in normal every-day clothes. There is a global war and we are armed and ready to go. Allies fill the riverbed and extend into the planes behind us. The land in front of us is clear, and we can see an army egressing the forest in front of us. I can't tell what they were wearing; from my angle I could only see their faces but they are Caucasian. They flow towards us and line up a ball's throw away. Everyone stands, poised, staring at the opposing side. I look down at my watch (and do not see a specific number). Everyone is waiting for a specific time. The time arrives and someone gives an audible signal. Immediately everyone climbs the embankment and charges the other side. They run towards us at the same time and the sides collide. I squat, putting my head below the embankment to protect myself from gunshots. I am maybe four or five lines back from the front so I just figured I would let them fire their first rounds and take out a whole bunch of people, and the jump up. I don't hear any, but that doesn't mean there weren't guns involved. I have no weapon! I reach down and grab my knife that I always carry on me. The people in front of me begin to disperse, and I stand up with my knife ready to go. I hear a voice, be it a dream character or external, that says "You need to be prepared to kill." This is spoken calmly, and rationally. I hear it clearly over the background noise. I stand such that the embankment makes it difficult to attack my lower body and an enemy approaches me. I use my left hand to make several C-patterns with my knife blade in rapid succession. He tries to attack me but ends up getting his arm sliced open in multiple places. The blade moves smoothly and with no resistance, but the cuts do not hit bone. I begin plotting a kill shot to one of many vital places, but he retreats backwards. I've never sliced someone up before... this is real.

I turn around and walk out of the riverbed towards my house. The fight is of course continuing fiercely. I walk inside my home, which by the way is in the United States of America. I pace around for a few minutes thinking about staying here. I decide that wouldn't be safe. I begin collecting some of my things. After a few moments I have what I need and I walk out. I walk south, and circle around the bottom side of my allies as I work my way west. I proceed west past the combat area and cross the river. I continue my journey on the north side of the river all the way down the boot until it opens into the foot and there is a massive lake in my way. I north along the lakeshore for a while. In this dream the distances traversed were really not that far (like I said, the entire area was viewable), but there was a clear understanding during the dream that the dimensions were metaphorical and represented a much larger portion of the US. So although I walked less than a quarter mile west, I had actually migrated from the southeast all the way to the western US. I swim to the middle of this lake and tread water for a minute. I do a 360 and just look around. I am far enough north that I can see pretty much everything in the clearing except the fighting, but the fighting is edging west. I swim the rest of the way across. On the other side I find a cave and explore it, Minecraft style. When I resurface, I feel compelled to go south. I walk along the lakeshore of the massive lake until I reach the edge of the smaller, D-shaped lake pressed against the interior of the heel. I swim across that too, and when I get half way across I hear screaming coming from an unusual direction. I turn southwest towards the tip of the heel. I see a larger cave than the one I had been in before, illuminated by torches. A large figure carries a beautiful woman into the cave and around the corner. Their shadow follows them down the cave. I take out my phone, still treading water, and open an app called Yikyak to see what's going on around me. The top post reads "Please help me!" Additional posts stream in live, repeatedly "Help" "Help" "Help" until they fill my screen. I put my phone back in my pocket and swim for California (the cave) as fast as I can. I wake up before I get there.

I am teaching my in real life students in a lab class when the equipment breaks. I get frazzled and run around trying to fix things. Then I remember to hand out quizzes, I don't have enough, and when I return with extra the class has left. In their place is students from my next class I still need more quizzes. I am distracted again, and when I look up again all of the students have boarded a subway train. I see some in the nearest car, I go on for a moment to get them to come back to class. They get off with me. I then realize the train doesn't move, so I get back on to look for my students. I end up at the end of the train, which is a car that has been split in half opening into a cavern of broken roads and concrete. People come and drop off poisonous things there, like batteries and used oil. There are people living in the cavern that try to dispose of everything properly. I am trying to help clean up the toxic junk when I get distracted by a friend appearing, and wonder out of the cavern with him, back to my office at school.

It was night and I was stepping out into the backyard to let my dog out. It was a big Irish setter (I don't have a dog, really.) I looked to the left in the neighbors' yard and saw these animals circling each other and getting ready to fight: leopard, cougar, cheetah, and a big mountain lion. Suddenly a really big tiger jumped into the yard with the other cats and a fight broke out. I don't remember being scared at all, just kind of freaked out and amazed at the variety of big cats. The dog was frightened and stayed close to me. I didn't feel like I was in danger, even though logically I was. The dream was so vivid and real...I could hear the cats growling and hissing at each other. The setting of the dream was familiar, a place I dream about fairly often. It is a house that we lived in when we were first married, but in the dream it is on a hill and sits up high off the street. In real life the driveway is perfectly flat, no hill. It's also in a really bad neighborhood and whenever I dream about it I feel uneasy and think I should not be there.

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It describes all the basic processes underlying the simple goal of seeing the future. Plus it lists several way that dreamers and guests may participate in the revolutionary objectives that have been established here.

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Cutting to the chase: Today's run has words that don't belong in here. When a new month starts, it's obviously common to see that new month pop up momentarily. However, what about a situation where in the middle of the new month, we see the sudden rise of another month that occurred 3 months earlier? Answer: I don't know because it's never happened before.

However, check out grouping #1 and pay attention to the first word and last word of that pairing. We see July and Saturday. Notice that the same thing about July can be said about Saturday. It's showing up exactly when it should NOT be showing up! So I scrolled forward to July 2015, and noticed that July 4, 2015 just happens to fall on a Saturday.

Is this just noise-level ? Just weird chaotic combinations in the linguistics, or is the collective seeing a huge event coming way out on the horizon? This is something our P1 dream team would love to vet. Not sure if they have other pressing missions in between that, but it would be interesting what dream incubations would net us.

The DreamBot really wants to hammer home something that I think we already have a good handle on. Grouping 2 says, "Entry fake virus count forced"   (Duh)

   


Plain text:
10/14/2014    %Change from Ave    % Change from Yesterday

crappy    105.2%    1100.0%
chaser    96.9%    1100.0%
tales    83.7%    1100.0%
generous    91.7%    1000.0%
escaping    67.2%    1000.0%
july    61.2%    1000.0%
robot    54.8%    900.0%
transfer    83.3%    600.0%
resort    157.8%    360.0%
africa    126.2%    325.0%
saturday    189.1%    271.4%
shark    51.6%    250.0%
entry    54.4%    220.0%
fake    244.4%    200.0%
virus    127.7%    200.0%
count    97.8%    200.0%
forced    119.7%    183.3%
drunk    88.0%    183.3%
monday    99.6%    180.0%
childhood    166.6%    146.2%
viewing    199.1%    133.3%
wish    73.3%    125.0%
cards    53.5%    120.0%
kiss    134.8%    112.5%
university    114.7%    92.9%
mountain    56.9%    85.7%
robots    109.5%    77.8%
shower    87.1%    64.3%

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I could use some good news today and here it is! Woohoo very thankful.

http://www.infowars.com/big-win-monsanto...-gm-crops/

I was shown a sheet of paper and on it were typed the words, "This is a .....terrorists......:" followed by a long list of single words with one of them in bold. I have no idea what the rest of the sentence said or what the list of words were. My intuition tells me it was a list of things that terrorists can do.

I'm in a basball stadium, but instead of a field the stadium embraces a bay with a marina crowded with personal (not commercial) boats of all sizes. Large luxurious yachts to rowboats, all intermingled. The bay opens to the ocean on the left. The stadium is filled to capacity with young, old, rich poor, well, infirm, family groups, singles, every nationality and religion, all intermingled. Daytime, weather is calm with scattered gray clouds. There are no people on any of the boats.

There is a sense of something important. A voice arises from the down among the boats yet I can't see who is speaking, "You are here to learn." A figure to my right leans over to me me and says, "Listen carefully, this is important stuff." What's odd about the figure's voice is that it seemed to be both man and woman at the same time. I keep my eyes on the marina and nod. Then there's a period of instruction. A whole list of "dos and don'ts". I understand, yet don't hear the specifics. I know without hearing. The information makes me very uncomfortable. As I look around people are in various levels of attention to what is being said. Then the voice from the marina says, "Write down the accident ." Accident , singular. Not accidents, plural. I think, "What's he talking about? What accident? A car accident, fall, smash my thumb with a hammer? What?" I don't know what to write. I also think, "What business is it of his (the voice) anyway?" I don't write down anything.

I wake up and look at the clock. 2:49 AM MST. Thirsty, I have a glass of water and went back to sleep.

Wham! I'm right back into the dream. I enter the stadium, but now only 5%-10% of the people and boats are present, but still in the same proportions. Yachts and rowboats, rich and poor, old and young, etc. But there are partial famalies where before they were complete. Children without parents, parents without children, a toddler alone. It's an emotionally heavy and scary environment. Why would parents leave children behind? Why would children leave, but not their parents. I make my way back to my seat, scanning the marina and stadium. I sit down and fell the prescence of the person who told to listen carefully. Whle looking out over the stadium and marina I ask, "Where did all the people go?" The figure says, "The Collector came." For the first time I turn to the figure next to me. He/she is enveloped in a gray cloud. I cannot determine what he/she looks like. I fear I was left behind and but then think maybe not being collected is a good thing. I don't now. In either case it's scary and sad. There's no sense the collection was some sort of joyous rapture event. Not at all.

If there wasn't a better confirmation for P2's upcoming mission...I'm absolutely speechless over grouping number 1 in the picture below. I'm just now getting power back, so don't have much time to explain what I see out of this run. Please take your time and see if my groupings mesh well with your intuition.

More importantly, are there any recent dreams that match this material?

   


Text version:

10/13/2014    %Change from Ave    % Change from Yesterday

congratulations    212.0%    3000.0%
triple    101.0%    1000.0%
shrank    91.0%    1000.0%
perception    80.3%    800.0%
potentially    65.6%    800.0%
drowning    51.7%    800.0%
confusion    247.6%    575.0%
sucks    85.4%    500.0%
paralysis    57.8%    400.0%
mix    55.3%    400.0%
journey    63.4%    366.7%
shiny    118.1%    275.0%
silent    114.4%    275.0%
gotta    92.8%    275.0%
elements    51.4%    266.7%
outfit    92.1%    220.0%
specifically    88.3%    200.0%
vividly    85.3%    200.0%
dread    79.4%    200.0%
costume    164.4%    170.0%
wolf    50.0%    150.0%
married    164.4%    140.0%
egg    129.6%    125.0%
issue    52.1%    125.0%
terrorist    83.8%    120.0%
invisible    125.0%    112.5%
animal    51.7%    111.1%
chased    51.5%    111.1%
age    98.5%    106.7%
job    104.4%    100.0%
power    57.5%    100.0%
sun    77.6%    96.4%