It seemed to be my first day of work at a drugstore. No one aknowledged me or would pay much attention to me. I'm trying to look around some and get to know the store. Customers are at the counter and I try to help. A lady asks for a manila envelope,10x13. I'm trying to look under the counters but they are covered with big sheets of paper with charts and schedules hand written on them. I lift the bottoms and see envelops but none of the sizes I hold up are right. They all turn into flat paper bags and I'm still trying to check for the right size and I see the bags are all the ones that look like newspaper pages. I see the name "Dallas" in the print numerous times. (I assume I was seeing that because the intention of my dream I had been reciting earlier was "Events in Dallas over the next few weeks" and I went to sleep with the image of the word "Dallas" in my mind as it would appear next to a star on a map of Texas.)



I'm frustrated because I can't help anyone, I don't understand why no one is training me and I don't know why I am trying to work in a drug store. I go out back to look for help and there are people I talk to a little... the one stops and looks wide-eyed at people coming back from lunch. For some reason they are in trouble because they ate the fish and they were supposed to take something to cover it up and they didn't. I was thinking or saying that I don't understand the problem, all they did was eat some fish..... but to everyone else it was a very serious problem and they were upset about it. The people that had eaten the fish seemed oblivious to having done anything wrong but they wouldn't let them back in the drug store. The number 260 and 270 had significance. Each number was on something a few inches in size and plastic, I think oval in shape but I can't fit where it was in the dream now.

A young girl, 7 or 8 years old, is sitting on a stool with a book. She is wearing a white dress. Her voice has a light echo to it as she says, "I want to tell you something. It's our future...." The image hazes over and she disappears along with her impending message.

I witness a motorcycle and rider flying and crashing across a highway followed by a dark coloured semi parked on the wrong side of the highway facing me.

I don't feel the two scenes are connected.

The dream of the little girl reminded me of the attached Soul Card I put together back in 2007.

October 7, 2014

I had woken a few times during the night and each time I reset my intention to news worthy events to occur within the coming week to ten days. I never recalled any dreams until my last sleep cycle, toward morning.

I am at home and I know it's time to get going and start my day but I feel tired and I'm not moving along as quickly as I normally would. I walk outdoors and I am shocked to see a black pick-up with a crew cab, laying on it's side in the ditch, wheels are still spinning, there is still dust rolling from our dirt road and I hadn't heard any sound. (dread) I instantly fear that they may have swerved to avoid one of the black feral cats I feed in the area. (guilt) It's up the road a bit, to my left, north, in front of my mother's house. When I run toward it to see if I can help the scene has changed a bit and there are other vehicles there, someone has already called authorities, there are people walking around. I ask if everyone is okay, no one answers, I ask three times. A man finally tells me "Two were thrown from the vehicle, they went through the roof of that house." and he pointed to my mother's house. I can see the roof through the single row of pines and a good quarter of the roof is caved in and there's a gaping hole and debris all around. I run to the house calling to my mother "are you okay? Are you alright?" and when I get to her I try to reach out to her shoulders but she is busy picking debris up and she looks at me with an "of course, why do you ask?" kind of expression. There are a lot of people around, I go back next door to my home to tell my husband and put shoes on. I can't find the shoes I want to put on. I'm getting frustrated, I need to get back over there to help but I can't. I finally find a pair of shoes and put them on and tie them but they aren't the right ones.

I go back over to my mother's house, walking past a large pile of boards, a large rustic cabinet with a decorative house in it, roof tin and things from inside the house to be discarded. There is a man there that explains more to me. The two people who were killed were a father and daughter who were riding in the back seats of the truck cab. They were thrown from the truck when it crashed and went through my mother's roof and were killed. The others were okay. Some sad children walk by who had gathered their toys from the truck and a second vehicle that I now see had been involved. (felt hope that meant they hadn't swerved because of a cat in the road). I see a man that arrives in a car with two solemn looking children. In the dream I know who he is and I'm glad he is there, he will be a great help and I feel somewhat relieved.

I get in the house and there are so many people helping, they brought food for the people who were working on securing the house. Finger food, I take a second look because some of it looked like fingers. My mother is just bustling around. I take a look around the house, where ever I look up I can see daylight coming through cracks and openings. We aren't going to be able to secure all of those from the coming rain, we have to try to make one secure room where she can live while repairs are made. She is still rushing around sorting things and cleaning up, she won't take a break and I'm worried, I tell her she must rest but she doesn't seem to notice I'm talking to her. I don't dare say it aloud but she just had two people crash through the roof of her house and get killed there, she's very much in shock, her mind is numbed and it's too much for her to process and someone needs to help her before it sets in and she faces what actually happened there. When all these people helping out are done and leave, she's going to be alone with her thoughts and come to realize the events and I don't know what will happen to her then. No one seems to hear me or pay attention to my concern about it.

Other than Dallas, I don't think there has been any other word as persistent as Barry. How many times have we seen that name now? Is it just a general meme, or is Barry Soetoro going down? Day residue or predictive? Uknown, but I don't think day residue has this kind of persistence.

Watch out...top word is temple, and of course this could mean many different things, which is one reason no red flag came out of this. Up 3,500% there is certainly something here, and I know Rebecca's recent vision might support this. DFs may want to look into this for a possible headline.

Also interesting is that Dragon is Deceased, or is that just an illusion (Illusion Dragon Deceased)?

   


Text version:
10/7/2014    %Change from Ave    % Change from Yesterday

temple    291.0%    3500.0%
apprehension    96.5%    1200.0%
illusion    88.4%    1000.0%
dragon    202.0%    966.7%
deceased    50.4%    900.0%
visiting    152.1%    550.0%
sweet    107.8%    500.0%
tom    64.5%    450.0%
pet    54.6%    450.0%
west    133.4%    425.0%
determine    75.1%    400.0%
constant    90.1%    366.7%
becoming    50.1%    333.3%
finding    191.6%    312.5%
non    160.7%    244.4%
barry    199.3%    200.0%
pleased    88.2%    200.0%
stairway    86.1%    200.0%
vibration    124.7%    166.7%
adventure    58.7%    150.0%
brick    58.3%    150.0%
joe    103.0%    133.3%
deck    52.5%    120.0%
shoes    89.6%    116.7%
enemies    112.3%    114.3%
military    62.4%    112.5%
mon    132.9%    111.1%
unable    94.8%    109.1%

Misc. Observations from last night: I fell asleep while watching television, exhausted. Disturbed sleep last few nights, with no explanation. Perhaps it is the approaching full moon. I awakened in 5-10 minutes, still within vibrational state. I made a note of it, and returned to sleep. This limited information from my notes:

Hypnagogic state: This may be quite difficult to explain. I "hear" death mask. But, I "see" a plague mask. There is a huge difference between the two. The plague masks looked like bird faces. What I was "seeing" was definitely a plague mask. A final note, I am not one of those currently overwhelmed with ebola panic. I am more concerned about the ebola hysteria; as this - in itself - can induce "spooking the herd" reduced immunity. The reduced immunity resulting from the "spooking the herd" can - then - cause disease itself. My seeing a so called plague mask did not result from cross-pollination with my own concerns about ebola, marburg or other similar diseases. I know that both "diseases" cause an immediate emergency depleting of the body's vital vitamin C resources. Then, a gross bleeding out. To prevent or to heal, one must keep high levels of C within the body at all times. Hence, the dream represents something else. I have no explanation. Cosmic Jukebox "heard" all night, various songs, as clear as a bell, including Jeff Beck's Hallelujah. Odd. Thank you, Kim

   

I often meditate before painting or ask for inspiration in my dreams.  

Here is my latest, I hope it brings inspiration or dreams to you all.

Okay, back to this dream again, if I may...
http://www.nationaldreamcenter.com/dream...hite_rooms

I've been lamenting this dial-up keeping from getting here in a timely manner... one of these days this little mountain will catch up with the 21st century... probably around the 22nd one. LOL!!!

Actually though, maybe not getting to write this sooner has only reinforced my feelings about this dream. I don't watch a lot of mainstream TV news but I've watched some over the past few days and I have that "pit of the gut" feeling about so much of what I'm seeing... hindsight is 20-20 as we all know, especially where dreams are concerned.

It's interesting to see how someone else sees the description of a dream which opens facets of t we may not see ourselves. Dream weaver, you saw things in my dream that I never would have connected. I tried to get to your links, I was able to see one of them and I am not sure about the correlation to the white room dream but I find what you saw there very intriguing!

Here's what I am seeing unfolding. . . if anyone agrees or disagrees please share it with me as there seems to be many facets and I am interested in them all. Since I rarely watch TV news, I could have easily missed all this, by chance or design, I saw enough to see a few pieces of the puzzle come into focus, at least to me.
Again with the hindsight, very unscientific for such a study as ours, but. . .

The building I described as being similar to adobe. . . to me (as a far north dweller) means desert or south or southwest. It seemed like an institution of some kind, now I can easily see a hospital and I was definitely in a foyer-entrance type of area. Now that is looking very much (to me) that it could represent to my mind, a hospital in Dallas. Walking on the ledge and looking down in the depths of that stairwell leading into darkness and the extreme fear. . . what isn't being told, what is being hidden, great danger, unknown factors. When I get off the ledge the woman helps me place the urns with the plants (vessels, dream as a vessel containing. . . ?) on the ledge to warn others. Now the obvious, of course the "stricken" is the one with Ebola. I'm uneasy about the situation. . .

People need help but the conveyance is unreliable and is off and running in a misleading manor (the media?) The building, an apartment building. "the stricken" shouldn't have been there. (The Ebola victim was places and home, where he never should have been. Oh, and if I heard the bits of news right, he had transported a victim, a possible correlation to the old van.) Inside the building are many doors (possible effects and connections still unknown). The apartment I was let into (by a blonde, tall "Nordic" guide?) was all glossy white (primitive, old fashioned health facility?) All the areas had numbers (patient/victim numbers?)
The number over the sink had the (downward facing) dagger drawn on it (mortal danger, tarot spade/air dagger reversed means confusion and lack of clarity, chaos or deception, placed over the tiny sink. . . like in an airplane or possibly a warning to pay attention to basic hygeine or a warning that basic washing as a preventative is a deception and doesn't help) The bed is empty, the stricken is not where they are supposed to be. . .
That leaves me wondering why the empty bed is #17. The present Ebola patient is being called #0. Possibly there might be 17 people he came in contact with or he's actually #17 and we haven't heard about the previous ones or. . .

Okay. . . that's the rather long nutshell version and the more I think, the more I find correlating details.

Thoughts from any of you?

This dream was had prior to waking up after many other odd dreams:



there was images as if I were watching TV but more first person. The news reported was either interviewing or just describing a woman in a situation where her husband must have lost it or something was wrong with him and she had to subdue him in the basement with chains. I remember seeing images of the woman doing this like I was picturing what had happened as opposed to it being in the news report. They talked about her having to "hit home runs" with a bat to keep her husband from hurting her or her children and that was the only defense she had as not to kill him (I was thinking this was fucked up). The tone of the news report was more pity and seemed like this was a common thing that had to happen. I then seemed to be the woman in the dark basement and it was my husband that I had to restrain, I seem to know what was going on and yet I didn't know, like I was in autopilot. I was under like a stair case eve in a tight space being ultra quiet and moving slow as not to wake my chained husband, I was scared but also "on duty", for some reason I had to get my metal Louisville slugger out and beat feat for the stairs. I got up the stairs looking over my shoulder and saw my husband trying to break out of underneath the stairs where he was, like a vicious dog trying to get to the end of its chain. I remember being so scared that the chain would break and feeling so hopeless that were in this situation. Then the chain seemed to give and my husband wrenches out from below the stairs to a standing position, and caught a again by the chain. He was chained around the neck like those ankle clasps for prisoners. His shirt was off, and I swas looking down at him, he was completely gone, he looked like a mongaloid/zombie but not dead, just completely lost and unstable, he was reaching for me like a rabid crazy dog and I was telling him "I love you honey" over and over trying to get him to hear my calm, cool, sweet voice. I remember being so scared that he would get off and I would have to "hit a home run" with the bat I was holding to get him to stop and keep him from killings me and the children. The feelings of hopelessness and sadness were overwhelming. I didn't know what to do or why this was happening. He then reached up with something that was a small glass bottle, extending it out to me like either a weapon or I'm really not sure. I was talking to him as if I was cornered by a vicious dog, gentle and sweet. I grab the bottle and it seemed to be on of my perfume bottles. I remember being worried that if he broke it he would kill himself. I woke up traumatized and wondering wtf.

Day prior to the big day (7 & 8 Oct) and LOTS of words are increasing significantly. This list is much longer than usual because of all the meaningful phrases that appear as I continued on down the list.

We have more military showing up, and how appropriate to see antidepressants next to it? Lot's to talk about here...

- elementary horrifying movement
- mexican and seven show up again
- something epic coming up?
- Get this one: "Finish shot shop sharing evil materials"  (Does that not sound like the mall shooting issue we've all seen time and time again?)

   


Text version:
10/6/2014    %Change from Ave    % Change from Yesterday

diversion    205.0%    2200.0%
headphone    205.0%    2200.0%
growing    103.1%    2100.0%
robots    104.2%    1300.0%
bedtime    75.5%    1200.0%
gentlemen    88.3%    1000.0%
marines    87.5%    900.0%
antidepressant    86.3%    900.0%
consultant    86.3%    900.0%
champion    81.9%    900.0%
heights    63.5%    900.0%
junior    52.8%    900.0%
handheld    184.3%    700.0%
elementary    218.6%    500.0%
horrifying    85.3%    450.0%
movement    97.5%    333.3%
bonus    119.7%    325.0%
mexican    77.5%    300.0%
seven    74.2%    300.0%
milk    88.8%    275.0%
epic    85.3%    250.0%
disaster    97.8%    225.0%
planning    91.7%    183.3%
classmate    82.5%    180.0%
especially    71.9%    175.0%
bakery    128.7%    160.0%
remembering    77.7%    160.0%
finish    75.5%    150.0%
shot    64.2%    150.0%
shop    195.2%    121.7%
sharing    63.9%    111.1%
evil    119.8%    100.0%
materials    80.4%    100.0%
usually    67.7%    100.0%
analytics    59.8%    100.0%
purposes    55.5%    100.0%
experiment    103.8%    90.9%

In spite of my own absent dream experiences last night (highly disturbed sleep, with no recall, other than yet another continuing "Cosmic Jukebox", that being Men at Work's "Down Under", what the heck?), I did receive at least two phone calls from contacts, asking me to record their own unusual dream experiences. Contact #1 "V" expressed he was at a Walmart store during this dream, with some lucidity, unknown location, when he began to see a "mist" or a vapor overwhelm the entire store. He noted that the store was full of shoppers, and they saw this mysterious mist, but paid it no mind. He was incredulous that they were so apathetic to what was unfolding before their very eyes. In desperation, he looked for the mist source, finding a box full of noxious chemicals that had been laying there for some time. The chemicals had begun leak out of their container, releasing this noxious mist. Contact #2 "T" reported that I was driving a vehicle along an unknown expressway, with himself in the back seat and Contact #1 in the passenger seat. T from the back seat was observing the scene that was unfolding before him. The vehicle stopped, as there clearly was a dangerous wreck ahead. The passenger "V" got out of the vehicle to see if he could assist wreck victims lying in the road. He went up to the accident victim, a man, and announced that he was dead, returning to the truck. T reported that there was continuous communication between me, V and T during this experience; but that it appeared to be primarily non-verbal.