Who Killed April Millsap?
 
08-18-2014, 02:50 AM
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Who Killed April Millsap?
The project Uno dream that I had is still bothering me because the police and the FBI still do not have anyone in custody, they have not found the blue motorcycle. I feel the family needs closure; I have intended to dream of more details but I do not get any.

I have been watching the news and TV and reading the news a lot lately which has put me out of balance with my dreams.

So today is the last day I will be looking at, reading or watching the news or TV.

I would appreciate it of others would help me with the intentional search for the name or names of April Millsaps killers.

Like the CNN show the Hunt or America's most wanted, lets bring the scum bags who did this to justice.

Here is the latest news regarding April Millsap:
http://www.clickondetroit.com/news/april...r/27567854

Here is my detailed dream:
http://nationaldreamcenter.com/wp/2014/0...-and-more/

The full dream is at the bottom! PLEASE HELP!

There is SO MUCH of this dream that I just can't remember for some reason. It is really eating at me... I recall feeling out of place and alone though. It seemed like I just couldn't find anyone who understood me. It seemed like I was able to get along with people in short bursts, but just wasn't able to hang out with people or keep friends for any extended amount of time and this really confused and upset me. There was really nothing I could do about that though. It just seemed like that was just the way things were.

I was in some sort of crowded building walking alone minding my own business when this person (I want to say a man, but I'm not certain) saw me and started following me around. He was trying to sell me a necklace, much like a salesman would try to sell me a used car. He just wouldn't shut up or stop following me! He was VERY persistent, and eventually I stopped to see what he was trying so hard to sell me hoping that he would pitch the sale at me and I could politely tell him no and go about my business with no further interruption.

I really am not the kind of woman who goes nuts over jewelry. I thought listening to him and having to look at what he was trying to sell me would be about as much fun as doing taxes... Strangely enough, he pulled out a small, simple wooden box and opened it to show me some different rounded stones. They were very lovely, but just didn't call to me. He pulled up the necklace and I saw that it had two silvery balls on it covered with tiny diamonds. For whatever reason, they reminded me of moons or stars and while I looked at them, I could feel myself get drawn into the necklace. I was in space now, overlooking this galaxy. I was floating around admiring these colorful swirls and puffs of gas and these planets. One looked like earth to me. And though this was lovely, I wasn't overly impressed. I just wasn't in love with this necklace.

The man told me that was ok. That wasn't the necklace that he had intended for me to have anyway. He just wanted to show me that one. He said that I should have a necklace that represented a place more like where I was from. Something that would call to me. Curious, I just couldn't help but wonder what he had in mind.

He pulled out another necklace. This one had more of it put together. There was a big, circle in the back of it with swirls of pink and purple and splashes of other colors. There were all kinds of rounded stones on this necklace and the chain was shiny silver as if it had been dipped in diamond dust, and I thought of stardust trails. I looked into this necklace and I was now magically floating in another universe. This one seemed different and unfamiliar where the other one seemed to bore me a bit for whatever reason. Colors were everywhere. I felt warm and happy drifting around looking at everything. The man told me that I could change whatever I wanted by adding, removing, or changing the placement of things... and I thought about it for a second. I mean, I love customizing my own stuff, and it would be cool to have a galaxy that I created, but when I thought about making changes, I just couldn't do it! Sure... one spot might look good with a little more color, or a purple or blue planet might look nice in place of a red one, but there was a sort of art to this that I just couldn't bring myself to change. Even the imperfections were perfect the way they were. Like an original painting, it had it's flaws but it made it unique and beautiful. The man told me the name of this particular galaxy... and it was a long, wierd sounding name... and I thought to myself that I would NEVER remember that... but I think it started with a "n".

When I came to in front of the man, I found myself in LOVE with this necklace... but this sort of thing was priceless. It seemed to me that even the richest person in the world would not be able to buy this and I was kicking myself for allowing myself to look at and fall in love with something I could not have. The guy grew a big smile. I think he knew what I was thinking. He told me that he didn't just go around trying to sell these things to just anyone. Also, for me, the price was a mere $15. I was shocked. Why would ANYONE sell something like this for next to nothing? But I wasn't sure if I had any money on me. I dug around in my pockets to find a bunch of wadded up cash. As I franticly tried to un-wad it and straiten it out, my heart sank to find that I was only finding a bunch of 1 and 5 dollar bills. There wasn't enough to add up to $15... until I got down to the last wadded up bill. I straitened it out to find it was a $20 bill and almost exploded with excitement! I gave it to the man and told him he could just give me $5 change. He said he didn't have it, and I told him not to worry about it then - keep the change - because nothing could have made me happier than to have this awesome galaxy necklace.

I can't remember a whole lot about what happened after I bought the necklace... but I remember being in a back yard and noticing a pattern of triangles in my life. It seemed like triangles were impacting everything I did or experienced. At one point, I was watching something in the sky but it flew behind a wall of trees, but there was an acute triangle shape cut into the trees that allowed me to watch what was going on behind them. I also noticed triangles in the build of my favorite things and triangles that actually helped me complete important tasks. Triangles were just freakin' EVERYWHERE and they always seemed to have my back. And I thought to myself... "Man... all this time I've been taking triangles for granted and they've always been here for me. I freakin' LOVE triangles!"

Sunday September 28, 2014

Racecar
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Brooke wants to show me something. We drive onto a field surrounded by trees. There are maybe a hundred cars parked here, and I can see people walking to one corner of the field. We park, get out, and follow the crowd. It seems like Brooke has done this before, although I have no idea what is going on. We arrive where everyone is collecting and it happens to be a security checkpoint. It's weird though, there is no fence preventing poeple from going around security and there are no machines. Brooke gets me through security. She is laughing and playful, but I feel uneasy- I am here for a very important purpose but I don't know what. My mood is not lighthearted at all. It almost extends to the point where I feel like we could be in danger if people found out why we are here. We are on company time. She brings me (still outside) to talk to some ladies we work with. This woman is trying to show me something, a pattern. She shows me stuff on her computer. I get the feeling that she feels oppressed and helpless, and that she thinks I can save her. Brooke has the opposite mood I do, still playing with me and making me laugh, but I do not laugh to my core. She brings me to a few more people, and I get the same impression. They too try to show me this pattern. I feel akward, like we should be working instead of talking to people. Brooke is helping Deepa when Russ, one of our managers, walks in. The entire dream takes place outside, except for this scene. He sits on a large, circular sink and talks to me. His aura pressures me to get to work, but his words are smooth and calm. We talk for a little while while Brooke and Deepa are working on Deepa's computer. Soon he leaves the way he came and I am outside with everyone else.

My husband (crossed over 6/11/11) were in a big 50s styled rambling house, in the kitchen set off to the right side of the structure. He was stirring something on the stove, farthest right hand wall, cooking food, and wearing a beige and brown checkered flannel shirt and blue jeans. My husband did not speak, but was sending me telepathic messages, most of which I cannot remember. Quite suddenly, his father, George and George's new wife, Peggy Sue, appeared before us (both still "among the living"). They had not called us, "surprising us" with their intention to spend the winter with us. If they had asked, we would have surely said no, as the duo were not pleasant "in real life", causing us a perpetual burden. My father-in-law immediately demanded that I bring him to the grocery store for groceries. My husband emphatically did not want to bring him, as - in real life - the two (George and Peggy Sue) mountain people had not bathed in a while ("in real life", their water source was a natural cold spring piped into the house, with no heater). In other words, we were ashamed to be out in public with the two because they "stunk". In the dream state, this concern was the same. I tried to get George to take a bath, with no success. So, off to the grocers I went with George, planning to stay away from him while in the store. Before jumping into the car to head to the grocers, my husband sent me a message that it was time to prepare the house to sell, to move, and we would build a new house.

This dream followed a night of a restless mind. I even questioned if I actually slept at points.

There were 3 sections of this dream, but they all shared the same location.

I was in a country town. There were many trees, valleys, and hills. The foliage was very dark green, and it was beautiful. The buildings were old, but not beaten. Some were dark brown wood, and some were painted with fading paint.

I entered into the town almost like I was on a mission and I was being introduced to the society systematically. I was being given a tour of my new place of work. I feel like I was with people, but I'm not sure if people were there at all. It's a hard feeling to put in words. I left this building and looked at a few more. In parts it was carnival-esque, a place of intense capitalism and decent wealth in terms of the status of their architecture.
I perhaps awoke, but I cannot remember for sure. But there was a definable gap in between this part and the last.
I was in the town again, and I found a pamphlet about the town/area. It directed me to head down the road and check out the downtown. There were numbers on the pamphlet, I'm thinking 70's and 100's. Either fractions, comparisons, or percentiles. I did as it suggested, as I was completely autonomous in this tour; I could not conceive anything else I would be doing.

I went to the 'downtown'. I felt very natural on the walk there. Like a 'this is just what you do when you are here' feeling. The buildings of this section were much more meager and far apart. There were more trees, and higher hills with thicker grass. I believe I spent time with an deeply impoverished family. They lived in a muddy section and their buildings looked like they were made with thin sheets of wood.
I then continued the tour and encountered a building that might have also been in the uptown. It was tall and thin, and was painted blue and pink. I entered it and it was a fun house. I had to work here now. I was carried in a cart through the 'ride'. To be honest it was creepy. Each room only consisted of old, different colored walls. Light pinks, blues, reds, greens. As I turned a bend, I slapped a sticker on one of the walls. I felt like I was symbolizing my rejection of the place.
I was then led outside again, and in the tall grass I found a wooden door that led to an underground room. I opened it, and it was dark and terrifying inside. I began to ask some of the families around about the chamber, and they all said to avoid it and not go anywhere near it. I could now think about nothing but this chamber.

At some point, more light then before shone inside. It had other wooden buildings inside that touched the walls, creating a decent sized path in between them. The light only showed the front halves of these buildings, as they grew black with shadow further down the hall. Some people were with me, intrigued by the new angle of light. They were huddling and trying to decode what was inside. After focusing, I saw a flash of light, then I saw a large key ring, with 1 or 3 keys on it hanging next to a door on one of the underground buildings. It was on the precipice of being cloaked in shadow, and I felt this was the first time the key ring had seen the light of day.
I then began to fight with my fear of climbing into such a scary space. Which is strange, because in my dreams I usually do not fear anything to the point of paralysis, as I am invincible. How fast could I run to the key ring and open the door? What if they keys weren't to that door, and I would have to go into the blackness? What was behind the door?

I sucked it up and started to descend the ladder very slowly. As I did, I heard a rustling from down the path inside the chamber. Then a roar. There was a massive lion beast, with a strange face and scales on it's body. I remember looking down the ladder and seeing it looking up at me. I was so massive and evil that I was utterly terrified and ascended the ladder. It then began to try and climb the ladder, and I realized if this creature escaped the world would be over. I felt responsible for awakening the beast, and I then trying to beat it down by manipulating the top of the ladder, to no avail. At this point, it was nightmarish and I was relieved to awaken and realize it was only a dream.

The third part of the dream was boring. I just finished exploring the town. I brought my wife and some friends. We went through the 'fun' house, and the sticker I placed on the wall was still there in the same room and spot.

I was with my son and he was a child of 6-8 years old. I insisted he carry his backpack on his back, and it was full of items necessary for a journey.

Ahead was a large hill, perhaps 100 feet high, and other people were heading there as well. There was a sense of fun and excitement in the air. As we approached, we could see people walking up the left side of the hill, with their backpacks on, then sliding down the right side. The slide appeared to be made of a slick concrete. (see photo). This was a deceptively simple looking slide but I had a sense of a large cog or machinery under the hill. I stood and watched my son and other people go down the hill, but I did not go with him. I think my son was expecting to see me afterwards, and did not know I wasn't going along. At the bottom of the hill, the people seemed to disappear, as though the slide was really a gate or entrance to somewhere else. I felt happy and relieved. I'll enter 'calm' as top emotion, but relief is more what I felt.

I only remember fragments of this dream.

I was standing in front of a large levee or dam. The water was high, up close to the top of the levee. The sky was cloudy and overcast, but it was not raining. I saw a single stemmed cut flower, briefly overlaid on the entire scene. Seemed to be a large, perhaps 4-6" wide chrysanthamum, very full with long thin petals, a purple/mauve color. (The attached photo is close but not exact to what I saw.) Then the levee burst; it did not overflow, but it was as though the levee base just opened up like a door. The flower seemed to be a clue as to the location of the levee.

There was a town or city closeby, downstream. I had the thought that this was Russia or that Russia was involved,

No vibrational state detected. Highly disturbed sleep. These scenes from my journal notes:

1) I am with an unknown (person? entity?), and - again - I am viewing complicated mathematical equations, one after another. I am being "shotgunned" with incredible mathematical equations. Then, I am "told" a parable involving a frog, as if it would explain away my confusion in this matter. I have no recall of the parable.

2) Again, I am with an unknown (person? entity?), standing quietly alongside of me. I am shown a picture of a man dressed in classic colorful, beautiful Arabian attire, on a horse, coming up a hill (or a dune?). I hear, "The King came up the hill." And, I see the message same time. King is capitalized. I did not get the sense this was intended to be Biblical.

3) I am, again, with my mother (crossed over 06/09). She is excited, for the two of us had been invited to a convention to be held at the Treasure Bay resort. It was for the rich and powerful, the influential 'crowd'. How did we secure tickets? I looked into my closet for evening attire to wear, and found a gown (new) with matching heels. We grabbed a taxi and arrived at the resort, only to find that it had "moved" next door. White building, black letters "Treasure Bay". One story. We were ushered to the luxurious pool area, receiving our first courses through white jacketed formal male waiters. There were couches for the party-goers. I observed prime rib on my platter, and saw that it was well done and dry looking. Small cut. A buffet was also set up, along the side. People were milling about, making small talk, as rich people do. I took my plate and went back inside. My mother was talking with a heavy matron, in her 70s. My mother had spun the woman around to examine the back of her evening gown. The matron was explaining that she had screen printed the pictures of her beloved grandchildren just inside the collar of her dress, back. My mother was looking for this custom detail. The matron, also, had a canary yellow tag on the gown. No further information.

In the dream I am in a city that had a european feel to it. I am walking down a street, and then make a right turn. The street was a cobblestone street. I cross the street, there are no cars driving, and I am on the sidewalk. I continue walking down the street, and there are now military trucks; there are soldiers in the backs of the trucks. I can't remember a specific uniform, but they start by simply holding there weapons up and aiming at me. For some reason this does not really worry me. The soldiers are all happy, kind of laughing.

Another truck is there. The soldiers in that truck aim there weapons at me, and then fire. There is the noise of gunfire, but I am not hit. They wave to me and laugh.

The soldiers are talking to each other in english, but I have the impression of them having a russian accent.

After being fired at, I decide I should turn around and go back the way I came. On the cross street in front of me I see a tank drive by. I am near the cross street. Another tank is behind the first one. It turns onto the street that I'm on. As it turns, the turret rotates and the barrel comes down. The barrel is aimed straight at me. The tank does not stop, it continues its turn. As it turns and moves forward, the barrel is constantly aimed at me. The barrel had an orange/red thing in its tip; tanks will have a barrel cover to keep out moisture, it was still in the barrel. I knew they were not going to fire at me, but I had to dodge around the barrel, its within a foot of me. I stumbled and was on the ground. The tank stops slightly in front of me, the barrel is still aimed at me. A soldier is in the turret mount, he's laughing and waving at me.

I then hear a very loud noise like a jackhammer to me rear, and feel some small impacts. I look back over my left shoulder. There is a soldier in the street with a mini-gun on a stand firing at me. He stops, laughs and waves. Then he starts the gun firing at me again. Again I can feel light impacts that aren't painful, their are not bullets being fired.

In the dream I was wearing long pants and a jacket. I believe the jacket was my light Team USA windbreaker. I do not normally wear pants or a jacket unless the temperature is below 60 degrees.

In the dream the sky was overcast and grey. It was not a warm day; the sun was definitely up, but with the overcast I don't know the time of day.

I did not recognize the location. In my mind I was thinking that this was a place that has a race that I have never done. It was not quite like any of the Swiss cities I was in, but the cobblestone road was the same.

Emotionally I was confused, wondering what was going on. The nature of the soldiers was amusing, but at the same time I knew that it was a situation where I did not want to stay around.

I watched while the same lady from my previous dream ( http://www.nationaldreamcenter.com/dream...ce_Waiting ) gases up the ambulance. This scene was also close enough to touch.Her pants are navy in colour.