Tuesday September 30, 2014
I am in a building competing with other people or teams to win a resource, I think it was a person. We are in this school and in one room there are several people, most of whom are moderators. We keep venturing out into the school building and coming back to this room. When we come back to this room, the moderators will tell us if we've won or not. The number 21 is significant to winning. We can only win for a certain amount of time, twenty one minutes, or we can only play until the twenty first hour, or we only have twenty one tries... something like that. Well somehow I outfoxed the other people and won this person. A group of people including myself immediately escorted this person to an elevator. The elevator is so short- barely tall enough for me to stand in. We all squeeze in body to body, and the doors close. There is hardly room to move. We ascend slowly and for a long time. It must be a tall building. Our goal is the top floor, but we never quite reach it. I keep having this feeling like the elevator is going to get stuck. And even though we're ascending, I also feel like there is someone right on the other side of the door. They're so close, I could touch them if the doors weren't there. We never get stuck. I wake up before the dream ends.
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I am at a festival with some of my friends. Most of the festivities are behind us in and around the large brick building. In front of us is a parking lot, and to the left of the lot are multiple fenced in areas, like basketball courts and tennis courts. People are in and around the courts, and are around the parking lot but not in it. Workers quickly set up this large metal platform maybe 3 meters tall alongside the parking lot in the grass. People start going up there, and I make the climb up the stairs. I hang out up there with some friends and we look around, able to see over all the people and any props. The cool nighttime breeze flows freely up here as well. A second metal platform grows up to match the first, and a narrow catwalk connects the two. Everyone funnels across the catwalks and onto the second platform. I was one of the last people across, and once the first one was empty it disappeared. A third platform cropped up, and I could tell this game would continue so I got down. I found my boy Jon, and he was with a beautiful brunette chick. We stood on the sidewalk which runs from the parking lot to the front of the building and separates the fenced in recreational areas from the building and the moving platforms. We talk and joke around, and laugh for a while. I don't know if I buy it, or it is given to me, or if I find it, but I somehow acquire a sweet solid yellow zip-up hoodie which fits perfect. I find this appropriate because yellow is my favorite color. I've never seen a yellow hoodie like this before. We walk all the way across the parking lot and get into Jon's silver BMW. We buckle up, and talk, and rest for a minute, and do everything that we need to do to prepare for the journey home. We back out and drive left to the exit of the parking lot.
Soon we are pulling back in. Jon forgot something at the festival. We get out of the car and start the walk across the parking lot. I hear a familiar voice yell from the moving platforms, "Hey, !" It is the voice of Akeem, a good friend of ours from college. He is of course just kidding with us, but I take notice of what the three of us are wearing. We look pretty fresh. Jon shouts a zinger right back at him. We continue back up onto the sidewalk we hung out on before. There are less people now than before. We turn left with the sidewalk and approach the brick elementary school building main entrance. A huge, black security guard shouts to us from a window off to the left of the main entrance:
"How dare you miss your detention! Get in here!" I find this odd, since this is an elementary school and we're in our twenties. We swing open the two metal doors. The hallway is full of people our age for the festival. But there is a little, cute black girl no more than 9 years old standing in the middle of the hallway. She has dark hair with lots of small curls. She looks almost like Clementine from the Walking Dead video games. She yells at us for missing detention too, in what might be the cutest way possible.

Monday September 29, 2014

I am at an electronic music festival floating aboard a 30 meter, three level ship. The ship is white, with beautiful, light hardwood floors. Of course it is decorated up with colorful lightining and several stages dispersed throughout. For some reason I see Paul before the festivities even really begin. He and I don't get along well, so I am surprised when he wants to talk to me. There is something that I want from him, but now that I'm awake I cannot remember what that was. "Next term I need you to look over homework for the freshman in my unit."
"You know I don't have time for that."
"Come on, it's really easy stuff. And you're smart enough to be able to help all of them." He pauses. "I'll do ."
I think about my freshman courses. Calculus 1 I can do in my head at this point. Physics and chemistry are simple, and of course liberal studies and intro to engineering I could do in my sleep. The mechanical engineering 3D modeling course is the only one I wouldn't be able to help with.
"Fine, we can see how it goes." Paul disappears. Everyone around me are random people I don't know, so I introduce myself to some people and get to know them. I ask them where they're from, what festivals they've been to, if they went to Forest, what artists they like, what they do in real life, etc. As usual, I meet some pretty cool people and we party for a while.
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A friend of mine pulls me from the party I'm in, which happens to be the stage at the bow of the ship on the third (topmost) level. We walk through a few more well lit rooms until we reach the stern. It's quieter back here, an area where people can chill and talk. We do, and we go back and fourth with stories about things that happened to us throughout the day and the people we've met. One of the stories I explain is my deal with Paul. Soon I notice two people that capture my attention. It's the captain and first mate. They spill up the stairs onto our deck and I can tell the captain is intoxicated on some substance or another. It's not exactly obvious though, as he is stumbling with the ship against the waves. He maneuvers to the center of the room we're in. He doesn't have anything in his hands, no equipment, no computer; and there isn't any equipment on this deck which I can see, no helm, no wheel, no electronics related to navigation. However, he is somehow still controling the ship. He radios (again, with air) to another ship which asks the identity and purpose of our vessel. He answers that we are a festival boat, and the conversation ends. He then continues steering the ship, again with just the power of his imagination apparently and he somehow messes up the pitch of our ship, which I didn't even know was possible. We lean, bow to the water. Now people are partying pretty hard and most are intoxicated, so no one gets too nervous but we all start sliding forward. The first mate shouts some commands and the captain appears to spin a captain's wheel with his hands. The pitch is corrected, but then our roll leans hard port at a greater angle than before. Water begins pouring onto the deck and everyone slides towards it. Most people are too intoxicated to care, but the first mate starts yelling at the captain pretty loudly. I find this whole situation hilarious and proceed to laugh my ass off all over the deck, barely unable to keep myself from falling in the water which has spilled in. The first mate takes control of the vessel and rights it nearly immediately.
My friend and I walk back to the front of the deck where the party is. The double doors to the stage room are closed. "Why are the doors closed?"
"Probably some secret brotherhood stuff."
"What?" This catches me off guard and strikes me as completely out of place.
"Yeah, sometimes we have secret meetings." I am suspicious. I don't remember anything after this, I wake up.

Almost no words left out this time. This list is rare for a couple of reasons:

1. 3 groupings seem to cover almost all the words
2. "Baking" is in the surge list two days in a row, which means that we're seeing the rise of a potential biggie even thought the percentages don't look eyewatering.

   

DISCUSSION OF THE THREE GROUPINGS:

GROUP 1: Ark in Venice. At first I thought Venice might flood, but then I searched and think this is just day residue from the recent Clooney marriage in Venice: http://www.ksla.com/story/26642556/cloon...-in-venice

Also realize that there's a Venice, Arkansas, which looks like Venice, Ark. Bottom line, though...I'm doubtful there's any prediction here in Group 1.

Group 2: Feels like a problem brewing in China. Now this could also be day residue from the attempt at China for putting a figurative condom on Hong Kong. Protests are mounting. Notice the other words in Group 2: Stubborn, Convinced, but also "Cracked ending powerful."

Lots of words coming together here could spell a MOMENTARY disaster (Momentary also in the group).

Group 3: This meme has been going for almost a month now, and Monsanto is in the surge mix now (i.e., MON is the ticker symbol for the company). Look at the context of the grouping. "Incredible" but "Mild." There's also ILL and ACCIDENTALLY (really? Accidental?).

Perhaps the big deal here isn't so much Group 3 in and of itself, but rather how Group 3 overlaps with the previous meme. I'll reply to this posting with the earlier meme not yet migrated from the old forum.

Here's the text list for future search enhancement:
9/30/2014    %Change from Ave    % Change from Yesterday

ark    139.9%    1500.0%
venice    121.2%    1300.0%
decisions    220.5%    1200.0%
china    106.4%    1200.0%
condom    93.2%    1200.0%
simulate    94.5%    1000.0%
stubborn    80.7%    1000.0%
momentarily    64.2%    800.0%
convinced    44.4%    800.0%
cracked    81.7%    500.0%
ending    60.4%    266.7%
powerful    50.7%    200.0%
hello    108.8%    166.7%
incredible    86.5%    160.0%
baking    229.6%    158.3%
confusing    222.5%    153.8%
mild    83.4%    142.9%
movie    256.1%    124.3%
ill    80.2%    90.6%
accidentally    92.6%    87.5%
quite    93.7%    87.0%
mon    121.8%    84.2%

September 29/30, 2014 -- Cake, an Exam & Dispersal

Intent: More information about possible October events

I had baked a chocolate cake and was ready to plate it but I couldn't find any small plates. My mom even helped me look through the cupboards so obviously, we were not in one of our our own kitchens. I decided to take one more look and found some patterned clear glass plates that would have been easy to overlook. Mom gave me a hug and went to serve up the roast beef. Her sister didn't want her to do that and fought with mom over the knife while mom was trying to cut the roast. I stood there and watched a chunk of fat jiggling on the roast caused by the knife action. The sister was saying it wasn't time yet. The connotation was that desert had to be served before the main course.



Next, there was 'someone' pointing a gun at me, forcing me to complete an exam. Sections 1 to 4 had to be answered.



At 2:21 AM I find myself shouting at several groups of people to run! And they did, heading away from me. They, too, are mostly dressed in blue.



Emotions: irritated with not being able to find plates, satisfied/content with the hug, displeased with the aunt, frightened for my mother, afraid of the gun, frantic with my warning

Notes: An absence of vibrations detected, pre-sleep state. I simply fell deeply asleep.

Scene #1: I am in an octagon-shaped structure with a few other people, not known to me. There are many, many doors. There are other people walking the sidewalks outside (a small city setting) oblivious to the danger I am aware of. There are TIGERS trying to get into this house. The tigers are super-sized, golden in color, with no markings. They are man-eaters. I have dobermans inside for protection, but they pose no match to the super-tigers. One tiger gets in, and immediately kills the valiant doberman. I am rushing from room to room to try and enage both door locks as well as the security chains, to prevent the tigers from access. It may be futile.

Scene #2: From my notes, "1.1% is going to (last word cannot be deciphered by me)".

Scene #3: Swiss Guard. Chaos. Vatican. No other notes or memory.

Scene #4: I am at my silverware drawer; and it is jam packed with dozens of knives and forks. Where did they come from? I try to remove bunches of the extra silverware, confused. I had to do something, as the drawer would no longer close.

Scene #5: I am in the Pacific NW, with my luggage, along with two relics that I took from my (transitioned) husband's bureau (note: "in real life", I do not recognize these two items). I was hoping I could "reach out to him" there, with the relics; and I secured a vacation cottage, a rental. In a small city, heavily wooded and very green. Upon arrival, I am told that my husband perished in a massive house fire, "the biggest in the county history, with $152,500 in damages", an inferno ("in real life", my husband did not pass on due to a house fire; he had been accidentally killed by a chiropractor). With no success in reaching out to "K", I repacked all my belongings for a move (another constant theme), and while doing so, was instantly transported to a nearby scene involving a nursing home or retirement home, with "grifters" preying upon the elderly, and abusing them. Multiple white doors, with the elderly and the sick seemingly hiding behind the doors, while the predators tried to get in to them. In a second, I was back at the rental cottage, finalizing the packing of my luggage. I held up K's two bureau knick-knacks in my hands, one small one made of copper with intricate engravings on it, and wailed in anguish over his passing. In doing so, I woke myself up.

This was a very fleeting, brief image: Male Christian with no mouth; all blank and empty where a mouth should be.

I think this means either Christians are silenced, and power is taken away from them; or Christians refuse to take a stand and remain mute at what is going on around them.

I had a very brief dream; I saw that the military definition for the length of time between a soldier going MIA (or maybe KIA) and the time the family receives benefits is lengthened, or delayed by several weeks. I believe this means that military benefits of some type will be delayed or deferred.

I had no intention for this dream, it simply came out of the blue.

In the dream it was day time and I was standing near a window in a house I don't currently live in. I was talking with my son, who was present in the dream (not on the phone). I happened to suddenly hear the sound of jets flying overhead. I had the feeling that this was an event that was not common to the area I was in. I looked up to the sky and saw what looked like an entire squadron of jets flying over us and just out beyond us, they dropped bombs. Not knowing if there was another wave coming, and knowing my partner was outside watering, i became very scared and worried about him in particular.

A few things stand out as interesting about this dream. For one, I have never had a dream involving one of my children (all grown now) actually being an adult in my dream, this time I did. For another, I have never had a dream involving any man since my ex husband, again, until this one. Third and finally, I felt relatively safe in the house, and while I was scared for the people in the area beyond us that had been bombed, I was more immediately scared for my partner. I remember waking up still feeling the fear from the dream. I couldn't wake up fast enough.

I'm wondering if perhaps this headline is what we were looking for when we were incubating for Dallas?

http://www.shtfplan.com/headline-news/eb...n_09292014

http://www.nbcdfw.com/news/health/North-...29961.html

http://www.myfoxdfw.com/story/26659069/d...-for-ebola

I been thinking again.

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