Dig this. Yesterday? I found the section or page here, where we can add or edit a signature. But, today?! I can't find it to darken the color of my signature and add a few words to it that I had forgotten I used to use, with it.

Yep, that's me. I amuse myself. No wonder I never get bored.

I am with a group of people eating dinner, and everyone is enjoying themselves immensely. After dinner we exit the restaurant. I notice the city is unfamiliar to me. Across the street there are homes that once were residences that are now businesses. One home has a fleet of red delivery trucks lined up in the driveway and along the curb. Some of the people from the group I was with have already left. There are about 5 or 6 of us standing around talking. It seems someone either lost their ride, or someone left us. I call a friend's business that also does deliveries and ask them to come pick us up. Then we wait for them.

Dream Shift…

I and the group I was with for dinner are entering a richly decorated home. Hardwoods and Mahogany furniture.

Dream Shift…

I am leaning back on a doctor's examining table and a doctor is standing between my legs and he is gently pushing on my abdomen while making a whistling noise. His other hand is cupped beneath the opening of my vagina as if to catch anything coming out.

Nothing happens. He does this again and I realize as soon as he starts whistling that my abdominal muscles begin to contract. I ask him what he is doing and he explains in a very matter of fact way, "

I'm parking at the mall. There are supposed to be care centers.

A fever is sweeping the nation and has become a pandemic and people are dying within 4 to 5 hours of getting it.

The fevers start out low grade and within the last three hours it intensifies to a high grade fever and kills the patient. I have a low grade fever that just started. I walk into the mall which is all but deserted except for a few people walking around. All the stores are closed. I notice the blue CVS Emergency Care Center partitions in the middle of the food court area.

I walk into the partitioned off area and see red chairs along the partitions.

A lady greets me and takes my temperature.

She says it's still a low grade and that they can't help me until it's high-grade and asks me to wait in one of the red chairs until they can help me, or I can come back when it peaks.

I wonder to myself as I sit in the chair why they can't help me unless my fever is higher which would put me at higher risk of dying. There are other patients on gurneys in other partitioned off areas attached to life support systems. The woman who helped me motions for someone to get ready for an incoming patient which I can only assume would be me. A mexican woman walks in with her daughter as I wait, and the little girl has her dolly. My heart fills with sadness as I can only imagine how many people have lost their lives so far.

In my dream, I was watching a performance by three fermale Indian dancers dressed in very colorful traditional saris. (It was located somewhere in the United States) In the middle of the dance, the three women began to sing in a high pitched insistent tone "Hurry, Hurry, Cessna's burning!" Their voices became louder and more shrill repeating the message over and over. Their song was clearly a warning to the audience, and I knew I didn't have much time to heed their instruction. I woke up with the feeling that the dream had some sort of meaning.

This dream happened in a split second as I was waking.

I was being shown a map of the middle east, significant countries were glowing. Those countries were Isreal, possibly Lebanon, and Kuwait.
I was being told something about them, but only became conscious of the dream after whatever was said.

I'm on the road in mere minutes away, so no time to be thorough with this.

DFers....MUST GET INTO THE MOMMY/PREGNANT/REBIRTH MEME PRONTO.  My latest dream may help. I incubated Oct 7&8 and came up with global reset (?). Link: http://www.nationaldreamcenter.com/dream...obal_reset


Okay, so Mommy is above the 2,500% threshold and it has previous lingo support. Therefore, red alert for Mommy! However, Pita is also above and TACO supports!! This is more food, and food was also previous meme, so I'm issuing a YELLOW alert for food, but DFers please analyze this and upgrade if necessary.

Therefore, I suggest that since Sherriann put her headlines in, that the two highest memes are:
1. Mommy, pregnant, rebirth
2. Food


   


I'm gone most of today and tomorrow, so elders take it away. Will check back periodically, but won't be able to answer all the posts. Take care!

Searchable text:
10/3/2014    %Change from Ave    % Change from Yesterday

mommy    129.0%    2800.0%
pita    218.3%    2500.0%
taco    171.6%    2200.0%
cornered    76.8%    1100.0%
testifying    95.3%    1000.0%
reappear    91.6%    1000.0%
poetic    88.3%    1000.0%
sec    85.4%    1000.0%
delicious    71.8%    1000.0%
exhausted    65.0%    1000.0%
sinking    55.6%    900.0%
kitty    82.9%    800.0%
armageddon    74.6%    800.0%
cocaine    72.5%    800.0%
associated    61.4%    800.0%
suicide    50.6%    800.0%
farther    108.3%    700.0%
fail    91.7%    600.0%
slipping    75.4%    500.0%
kidnapped    67.6%    450.0%
contest    187.7%    400.0%
representation    83.8%    400.0%
movement    79.1%    400.0%
pleasure    89.0%    366.7%
follows    107.3%    325.0%
children    133.8%    290.9%
realizing    79.1%    250.0%
rid    154.8%    242.9%
trapped    160.0%    237.5%
alarm    318.6%    226.1%
harm    84.1%    225.0%
awhile    84.4%    200.0%
reach    131.7%    195.5%
tornado    200.6%    181.8%
hello    72.1%    160.0%

(Note: I utilized new TMI audio technology, known as SAM, which allegedly assists with sleep state phenomenon. This particular audio included SAM sounds, accompanied by voice commands for meditative "quiet mind". I only used the tape for about 10 minutes. My goal is only one thing: to learn the truth. What exactly happens to each of us as we enter Delta or even Theta sleep?)

Scene #1: I am FLYING over Boston, MA. I am not in an airplane. My spirit body is performing the flying. What a rush! I see the Boston Projects in a particularly mean part of the city. There is an informal basketball court set up adjacent to the Projects. The Projects are brick, with a light colored vinyl above the brick, maybe cream or yellow. There are adults playing round ball on the courts. About 3-4 blocks away, I see a man in his 40s getting ready to enter a lovely Victorian mansion that is for sale. It appears to be a 3 or 4 story building, centuries old, brownstone, row house. I understand that it has been languishing on the market, with hundreds already having seen it, with no interest. The man goes in, moving room to room, wondering if he has the ability to renovate it. I am walking beside him. He is somewhat familiar to me, at the same time, a stranger. The man is an academic type, wearing a beige cashmere overcoat, long, having dark brown hair and light brown eyes. He wants the house, covets it. It is partially furnished, including a bedroom antique bureau, with an odd rack on top, containing Roaring Twenties hair pins, some plain and some decorated. As the man ponders, I go outside and see about two feet of snow laying on the ground, including the walkways. It is cold and snowy. Somehow, I fly back into the air, operating a snowplow that I cannot see. The emotion is exhilarating. I am able to successfully "plow" snow for a short time. After demonstrating that I could, I come back to earth, satisfied that I plowed the snow, able to operate the plow that I could not see.



Scene #2: My contact Cherokee: "I am sick to my stomach".



Cosmic Jukebox, or the mysterious music or songs that I hear: "Don't sleep in the subway" by Petula Clark. ???? (hypnapompic state)

I found myself late for class. But this wasn't class...it was some sort of strange classroom setting. Where are we? I asked no one because I didn't want to seem confused or lost. I played it cool.

As I listened to the group talking before class, I realized that I am in what is called the rumormill reading room. Hmmm, I don't see anyone reading. This is strange. Then I was looking a computer screen and it said, money overflowing. I read this out loud and everyone said that the reset has happened. I said reset? Is it October 7? someone yelled, "the money is here...we just have to find it!!"

Everyone started walking around the room casually thinking of where the money is hidden. It was strange, like I could tell they were all wanting to get to the money first, but they were all playing it cool, too. They wanted the money, but didn't want to trample each other to find it. For some reason, I said, "Hey everybody, I don't think this is what the reset means...there's no money stashed anyhwere."

Then someone in the back of the room with a baseball cap on said, "Oh my gosh, I've got it!!" He jumps out of his chair (apparently having received the clue from his computer) and runs to the front of the classroom. He frantically looking behind things. I ask, "Are you looking for sliver or gold?" He says, "Uh....cash actually."

Within what seems about 20 seconds of frantic looking, he swings open the bottom cabinet and looks behinds some books. "GOT IT!!" It's a smallish gray bag, and he unzipps it. There's hoards of cash in this bag...it's just hanging out in clumps. He has friends, and the friends ensure that everyone in the classroom gets the pre-determined number of bills. As I recall, the determined number was 2 x $100 bills (or were they $1,000 bills? Pretty sure they were just $100). However, there were more than enough. The friends began distributing in bigger clumps. I got a nicely-folded up batch of bills. I put it in my pocket.

I was wondering if they had enough money for all the other people, and telepathically from somewhere else, the suggestion in my head say, "There is plenty for all."

This email was sent in from our friends over at Nostracodeus.com (this is where our dreambot engine came from). The email was written by anonymous, named "A"

Who is the goddess ISIS and what did she stand for?
There major shift happening in the dynamics of reality, how things are percieved and how information is exchanged. The last time there was such a shift on the planetary scale, was when Hitler rose to power. It is there we see a sanksrit symbol swastika which is Tao symbol of eternity shifted in the collective conscious of mankind to mean hate, seperation, dominance, abomination and apocalypse. Murder. etc. Etc. In sanskrit the swastika means "to be good making." It was a divine symbol that almost every ancient race used, everyone from the Hindus, the Celts, the egyptians, the myans, the hopi Indians, all throughout Asia of North america, south America. Back when there was no internet, every nation and tribe on the planet used this universal symbol as a meaning of Divine. When there was no way for them to communicate between body's of land and water.
Where it on your necklace or tattoo it on your body now, you labeled a racest. But that is not what it means, the grand production of the true ptb (hidden  hand)  changed its meaning to a negative connotation.
Ask yourself this question. Why?
Now we have the term ISIS, being criminalize. ISIS is the Egyptian goddess that is a friend of the down trodden, lover of slaves, freedom for the captives.
The Egyptian goddess isis is the protector of childeren. A mass consciousness shift is going with in the first tier and second tier layer of consciousness where the Idd and the ego reside.
If you look at just the conspiracy presented, that is only a single layer. They are called "man traps" so that those who are awakening to world around them, stop and get stuck. Never fully perceiving what's really going on. The whole scheme is to subconsciously trick the mind into not having any hope.  You find sublte changes like this happing all the "time" like Obama running on the platform of hope and change. Criminalize a symbol "isis" into a term that is unacceptable, negative and through social engineering keeps the mind trapped in slavery,  because a symbol of freedom will not be accepted by the masses..
Marketing rules in effect, they advertise the disease in order to market and sell the cure. Why ISIS is different is because it is being done on a planetary scale.
There is more, but i am busy. It is good to be aware, but not prudent held captive by fear. However,  if such considerations are not accounted for, paradigms 2 and 3 will be not as effective.

Stop being lost in thought where our problems thrive.
Center yourself, and in patience you own your soul.