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.

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)

   


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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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