A bigger black man, a sexy blonde girl, and I walk out onto a pier away from town. The pier sits just inside the river opening to the ocean. Lush green ridges or small mountains line both sides of the river, into which the town is built. The dock is long, and extends about a quarter of the way to the other side of the river. To our left is a massive white ship parallel parked against the dock. It is the only craft out here. We were supposed to take a boat across the river, but there is none.
We walk to the edge of the pier and before we turn around, my black friend jumps in the water. It looks cold, and is deep enough to be a shipping channel. I was trying not to fall in while my friend over here is resurfacing. He swims a circle around the end of the pier, calling us from below. I begin to wonder if he intends to swim across. I guess our little boat was just late, because it appears to our right.
The three of us board and begin pushing off. Instead of sailing forward to our destination, we sail left across the bow of the large Russian ship. I hear shouting coming from their decks as I turn around to look at what my black friend found. He holds two different sized cannon balls, one in each hand. The larger one must be at least twenty pounds, while the smaller one looks like twelve or fifteen. I turn back towards the shouting to see people lining up along the banister of the Russian ship with assault rifles. They aim at us, and I take cover behind the helm. A small mortar lays underneath a burlap sheet, no bigger than a large floor tile. The black man pulls the tarp off and rams a black iron ball down the barrel. I position our vessel directly in front of the bow of the Russian ship and look up to aim. The ship looks, from my perspective, just like the back of the yacht in Call of Duty: Black Ops, complete with a balcony and everything. My friends aim the cannon and fire. A shockwave ripples across the water and our boat moves slightly away from the ship. The cannon ball slams into the balcony and sends wood shrapnel flying everywhere. Three assailants are taken out by the blast and portions of the balcony pour onto the deck below. The remaining assailants take cover as we load the next one. I wonder if it will fire at all with a ball too small, but we try it with the same success. It slams into the side of the vessel, taking at least one more life and absolutely destroying the rear structure and part of the deck. The assailants pop up like a children's book as soon as the shrapnel settles. We try to load again under fire, and they take cover for the next blast. We continue this pattern for a few more rounds until we run out of cannon balls. I speed away as they try to regain themselves. Our vessel sustained only minor damage, and no one was hurt. Neither vessel is sinking, but the topmost portion of their ship is devastated and unusable. They will be stuck in port for a while.

Three of us are wandering around in the middle of nowhere. We are on intermingled dirt and grass paths outlined by rough terrain, large rocks, and tiny mountains. It kind of looks like an old Halo 1 map. We're looking for caves. We find several, but for some reason our first concern is making sure my over zealous friend doesn't fall into one of them.
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I am at Electric Forest on the last day, but I am not in the Forest because I have everything they have out here. Inside they are just showing some videos for some reason, and I know this because I have their video stream right in front of me.
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I am at home. I smoke a little pot and then my Dad comes over so I smoke a little more with him. Then my Mom comes in and starts putting us all to work. We have a conversation and I am told to clean the gutters and take this doll and set it outside somewhere. I walk out the front door with this covered doll, and it's blanket falls from it's shoulders, revealing two small, naked boobs. I wonder if they know this is a sex doll. I set her in the front yard where the cypress tree used to be and let her chill. I walk over to the magnolia tree and gander at the gutters over my Mom's bedroom. This is weird, I swear I just did the gutters. Well that was at Jon's house, so I guess that doesn't count. I thought about the shop vac, the spatula, and what I wanted to use for this job. The only vacuum I have is that small blue car vacuum. I would have to empty that thing every ten seconds. I walk back over to the sex doll and pick it up. I walk through the gate and into the back yard. I think about what I want to do to it and set it on the table.
I am distracted by two wonderful dogs who come to greet me! I pet the both of them, and squat down. Sidney is on my left, and Spencer is on my right with their bodies facing away from me at 45 degree angles to my meridian. I am petting the tops of their heads and they sniff me and lick me all over my face. I close my eyes and smile, still petting them, and I pay attention to the patterns they follow. Spencer's licks are spaced evenly and utilize the same surface area of his tounge each time. His tounge is soft, warm, wet, and gentle. Sidney's tounge is warm, wet, and lightly sandpaper-esque. His licks are more aggressive and randomized, using a slightly faster timing and a different amount of surface area each time. His fir coat is thick and heathly; it envelopes my hand. Spencer walks to the back door and Sidney sits on the dirt next to our patio and in front of the back porch. I give the dog a huge bear hug and place my head to his left. 'He shouldn't be here, why is he here,' I think to myself. I feel his ribcage and body structure. This is really him! Everything about him is right. I sit back and look at him, thinking about how these are somehow the same molecules that are in a box on my desk (right now they're in their best pattern). I pet him and sit with him.

A full on military 'invasion" as in bombing/attacking occurs and/or is ramped up exponentially in E Syria/NW Iraq on September 20/21, 2014 that appears to be and is reported as a victory over ISIS.

A family of three was driving NW in their blue car. They were on a road trip and were happy. The scene was shrouded in white fog that felt protective.

If there was one dream I wished I'd paid more attention to while dreaming it was this one. It was very long, very detailed, and seemingly very instructional. My dad was marveling at some of the things I was doing, and to be honest, so was it (except I tried to keep my surprise a secret). I was in a big strange house that mine apparently. I do remember going up and down stairs constantly, and each time I would be so pleased with myself that I knew how to FLY up the stairwell. The power to fly wasn't automatic. I got the sense that it was belief based. Typically, there would be a hestiation at the beginning...I would stand there and float up about a foot and just hange out momentarily while I "remembered" how to orient my mind in order to fly.

I also remember using some big container to carry stuff with. It was cylindar shaped and very heavy. However, when I flew it wasn't heavy at all. I remember placing a big book on a shelf about 20 feet above the bed. I thought this was a terrible place to put the book since if it fell it would land on someone's head. Why am I remembering only the silly stuff?!

I'm explaining things to my dad...a woman walks behind me toward the door. Appears to be disinterested, but I can sense her ear is listening. I address her...she feels relieved that she no longer has to be disinterested. I believe this was the most important part of the dream, but I remember nothing about it!

Flying and carrying were the themes of this dream.

I HEARD, NOT IN A DREAM BUT ON THE RADIO, THAT ISIS THREATENED TO COME TO AMERICA. I DREAMED THEY WOULD BE COMING SOON.

I WON THE LOTTERY AND FELT AN URGENT NEED TO SPEND MY MONEY HAVING STEEL DOORS INSTALLED AT THE FRONT AND SIDES OF MY APARTMENT COMPLEX THAT WOULD DISAPPEAR INTO THE WALLS AND WITH THE PUSH OF A BUTTON, THEY WOULD OPEN AND SEAL THE FACILITIES PROTECTING ALL RESIDENTS. AS I WALK THROUGH THE CROWDS AT THE MALL, SUPERMARKET, AND DEPARTMENT STORES AND SEE MIDDLE EASTERN PEOPLE, I BECOME APPREHENSIVE AND CAUTIOUS AND TAKE NOTE OF THEIR EVERY MOVEMENT.

I AGAIN SAW ICELAND HAVING AN 8.0 EARTHQUAKE.

I have forgotten aspects of this dream; what stands out that I remember is that I was swimming in the ocean with my wife. For some reason neither of us were wearing goggles, but I know it was salt water. My impression was that I was swimming around Santa Barbara, this is related to the other things in the dream that I just can't remember anymore. The water was not exceptionally dirty but it was not clear. The water was not too rough. I was moving along quite well with a very good glide. I was not wearing a wetsuit, so this meant that my stroke was really good. At multiple times, we came across rocks that were in the water that blocked us. There was enough surge that there was bubbling around the rocks, but we weren't being pushed into the rocks. The dream was not finished when I was awakened (the cats started wrestling on the bed), and I was unable to get back into a good dream state afterwards (dang heatwave in California). We were trying to get around the rocks that we had run into. The rocks were the typical rocks encountered at tide pools - dark and porous, but we were not at the shoreline.

I had a couple of dreams last night that I can't quite remember in full... but they didn't give me the best feeling.

In the first dream, I had to rescue and take care of different animals from the woods. I had to hunt them down which took some time, then capture them to bring them home with me. Capturing them was fairly easy since they all seemed to like me and didn't put up much of a fight. When I brought them home, I separated them in rooms. I was in a bathroom that looked a lot like the master bathroom in the home I grew up in. I was watching a litter of kittens play on the floor with one another. I want to say that there were about four of them. To add to the fun, I opened a cabinet under the sink to release about four ferrets who flew out and started playing with the kittens. It was so fun watching them chase each other and wrestle, so I thought maybe if I introduced other animals slowly, that they would ALL get along and play happily together. After all, they were safe with me and there was no need to fight now for food, water, or shelter. I was meeting everyone's needs, so there was really no need for anything other than peace now, right?


The next animal I tried to introduce I knew would want to eat the kittens if in the wild. But I had hoped that now it would somehow become friends with them and maybe even protect them. This was some sort of medium large animal, but I can't quite remember what it was. Maybe a wild cat of some sort or a wolverine type animal? At any rate, it was some sort of medium large mammal. I cracked the bathroom door open to give it a peek inside and held one of the kittens up for it to smell. It immediately tried to chomp onto it's ear, so I slammed the door shut on it and gathered all the kittens, just leaving the ferrets. I decided that I had to protect the kittens above everything else for two reasons: 1.) I am very partial to cats and 2.) They were only babies. They weren't big or bad enough to take care of themselves and so, I felt it was my duty to make sure that they were protected. I was, however, also obligated to care for all of the other creatures and I loved them as well, but my sense of duty was stronger with the kittens and they took priority over everything else. After putting the kittens in a cardboard box, I decided to let that creature back in to play with the ferrets. It had been pacing back and forth by the door wanting those kittens and rushed in when I opened the door but when it was greeted by the pack of giddy ferrets it seemed to forget about the kittens and it rolled over on its back and played with them. I was very happy with this and took a second to give myself a mental high-five before taking the box of kittens and leaving the room being very careful to shut the door behind me.




After putting the kittens somewhere safe, I had gone to the kitchen for some reason. I noticed a large, grey spider on something on the floor. I can't remember what this thing was that was on the floor, but I remember thinking about what a danger that spider was because this was something that was used or handled a lot. Children would never think to look for a spider and I am prone to forgetting things very quickly. It would be my luck that I would leave it there only to be bitten by it later and I had no idea if this thing was poisonous or not. It had very long legs and a thin-ish body. It wasn't a spider I was familiar with and spiders weren't one of the creatures I was sent out to protect, so I decided that for the safety of my family, the animals, and myself, I had better kill it. As I went to get some bug spray I noticed another one in an air vent over my head maybe just a couple steps away from the other spider. This gave me the creeps and I felt like their placement now wasn't just coincidence. I felt like those spiders had placed themselves there to watch me! All the more reason to get rid of them. There was no telling how many spiders were where I couldn't see them and the last thing I needed was these two going off and using info they found on me to plot my demise with the other spiders... so I hurried off to get some spray to kill them with. The can of insect spray I found was meant to kill mostly bugs, but it mentioned a couple of different spiders that it might kill. Since I didn't know what kind of spiders these were, I thought I could at least use the spray and see what happened. When I sprayed them, they flinched a bit but seemed unaffected for the most part. I waited a couple of minutes and when nothing happened, I went to find something stronger. I found a sprayer with some sort of super-poison in it. I sprayed the spider in the vent with that stuff and it died almost instantly... but then I worried about this very potent poison dripping from the vent. It would be bad if another animal stepped in it and poisoned itself when it tried to clean its paws... but would it be worse than to risk being killed by a mob of spiders? I wasn't sure, but I felt like it was, so I went after the other spider. As I sprayed the other spider, I noticed tiny droplets of the spray fly into a turtle tank behind it... I was upset, but what was done was done. I killed the spider and now worried about the turtle. The turtle seemed ok and I thought to myself that it should be fine but if it were to die, that would be unfortunate. He would have to take one for the team.

It was a bit difficult to decide whether or not to share the next dream. It seemed a bit personal ... and to be honest, it scared the crap out of me. This has been one of the most depressing dreams I have ever had...

I can't remember a whole lot in the beginning. I was living next to a seemingly endless ocean in a house with many other people. There was a snow storm outside. There was several feet of snow and the sight of it surprised me because the most snow I've ever seen in my lifetime was a VERY thin layer on the ground... THIS snow was so deep that everything was buried beneath it and all I could see outside was a blanket of white. I had known about the snowstorm and had prepared my family plus a little extra for others in case of an emergency. My only worry was everyone getting too cold or the house collapsing due to very strong winds, but for the most part, I believed that my family would survive. I had warned others of the storm, but not everyone would listen to me. I felt sorry for those who didn't listen, but was prepared to take care of the ones who came to me seeking shelter. I noticed a group of people fighting the storm to come to my home and went outside to greet them... but in the ocean there was a very strange ship. It was a white ship, but it was very odd looking. It was like some super futuristic cruise ship maybe... as if someone had merged a cruise ship with a UFO. Something about it gave me an odd feeling. It didn't feel good or bad, just different. I wasn't sure if I should be scared or not. There was a male entity there. He called to the group of people to come with him to the 'light' which was the ship. I knew that if they followed that man into the ship, they would die and I screamed for them not to listen to the man. I even ran out into the deep snow to try and stop one of them, pulling on a man's coat, but he gently pulled away and followed the others into the ship. I can't put a face to the male entity... I cant remember what he looked like... but I know he was wearing a white robe and he smiled at me. This kind of gave me the creeps... I knew that he was going to kill these people, but he was so calm and polite about it. I begged him not to do it, but he, in the nicest way you could ever imagine, told me that it had to be done. He then turned and followed the others onto the ship. I watched the ship sail off until it was no longer visible then went inside to be with my family. We were all that was left now.



After some time, the snow was gone. It was warm and rainy out. There was another storm coming, but I was not as worried about this one. This one would just be a strong rainstorm of some sort. I had lived through worse storms and felt like I had no reason to worry. I watched the rain fall from the window and felt so glad that it wasn't a snow storm. I've never had to worry about my children freezing to death before and I never wanted to have to worry about that again. After the rain slowed to a near stop, I saw a vehicle drive up the long driveway to our home. The man in white from earlier got out of the vehicle and walked up to our house... for some reason, this terrified me and I went out to meet him, hoping to keep him as far away from my children as possible. When I met him outside, he was warm, calm, and polite as he talked to me. He said something to make me feel like he considered himself God. This shocked me, but I couldn't make myself believe him. I couldn't imagine God, himself, coming down to round up people the way this guy was doing. He had to be a false god! My son bounced out from inside the house and the man in white talked to him and asked him if he wanted to go with him. I tried to scream no or go to grab my son, but I was paralyzed... but paralyzed in a warm way which kept me from feeling the fear and horror I knew I should have felt. It was weird... but all I could do was stand motionless as the man put his hand on my oldest son's shoulder and walk him to the vehicle... talking to him as if they were old buddies. Once in the vehicle, they drove off. When they were out of sight, I was able to move again, and I went inside to prepare myself for a journey. I was going to hunt down that ship and get my son back! I asked my husband to come with me and together we sat in an old, rickety boat and rowed our way into the ocean with no idea of where we should go and with no way to navigate.

Amazingly enough, I was able to find the boat and we entered it very sure that we had not been detected. There were a few workers in white marching up and down the halls every great once in a while. In fact, I was sure I had been seen a few times, but the workers just walked by as if they didn't notice me... or maybe they didn't care that I was there? I saw the man who claimed to be God in a room in the very middle of the ship giving some sort of lecture and tried to avoid that door so I could explore the ship. Many of the rooms looked like rooms you would see on hoarders. They were filled with peoples personal belongings and things that seemed to carry happy memories. Some of the rooms were piled high with random stuff, and some rooms were a little more empty...(Thinking back, I think the older the person was, the more stuff was piled in the room... probably because they had more memories than that of a child) In one of the rooms, I found some of my son's belongings and I ran inside thinking he would be there, but he wasn't. I also noticed some little girl stuff thrown in the mix. It seemed like they were things that I had bought and lost and I worked to gather them up to bring back with me. I thought it was horrible that the man in white had these things and I wanted them back! But... I still hadn't found my son. My husband and I had split up to search and we met back in the middle close to the door where the man in white was giving his lecture. I was going to put the stuff in the boat and come back to search a second time for my son... as we snuck by the door, however, the man in white called out to me. He was kind and smiling like he always was and let us know that he had known we were searching for his ship. He had allowed us to find it. He also knew that we had been on it and had put the little girl things where I would find them... but said that I could not have my son back. He called us into the room which was now empty of everyone except for the three of us. There were some large computers/machines in the room with him. I begged and pleaded for him to return my son and he didn't seem to want to. He told me that my son had willingly come with him and that I should allow my son his freedom to choose. But I begged and begged, even offering to trade myself for my son. He asked who would raise my other children if I chose to come along with him in my son's place... I could not answer. I asked about what happened to people who came onto his ship. What had happened to all of the people I had seen that boarded his ship earlier? He told me that they had been "de-programed" and pointed to the computer-machines behind him. I knew that this meant they were dead and this machine did something to clean their spirits... but then I wondered where the bodies had gone. They weren't on the ship. Also... I knew that I was probably already too late. My son had most likely been de-programed. But since this man claimed to be God, shouldn't he be able to give him back? I begged and begged for him to give me my son back. Finally he asked me which of my children I would choose to replace him with. I didn't know what this meant. He showed me some paperwork with my name on it. Under some of my personal information was an area that listed three kids. My two younger sons and my daughter on the way. He asked which of them I would choose to let go of since my given limit was for three children. How does someone choose? While I stood there speechless, he said to me that my son had willingly offered to go with him and that if I chose another child, I would be forcing my will upon my oldest son and whatever child I chose to replace him. THIS really hurt the heart. What do you do? How do you choose? He mentioned that he only had all of our best interests at heart and that I should have faith in his good judgment... but I couldn't believe that he was God. He had to be a false god... what kind of God would do this?! This really hurt so much. He told me that if I wanted, I was welcome to join my oldest son, but that I should probably keep my other children's best interest at heart. Not knowing what else I could do, I got back on my little row boat and rowed home. By the time we had finished talking, his ship had taken us almost the entire way back home. It was only a short paddle back to the beach.

I ran into my home to hug the two boys that were left. I was crying so hard I could barely see them through my tears. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. As I looked at them, I wondered how I could ever choose one over the other... then the thought occurred to me that I could have given up my daughter. I had never seen her. She had not been born yet. Neither of us would feel the full impact of knowing what we were missing... but then it dawned on me that neither of us would know what we were missing. She would never experience life and the love of an earthly mother and I would never experience the love and joy of a daughter. I just couldn't sacrifice that either... and she had been with me when I spoke to that man in white. She didn't volunteer to go with him so she must have wanted to stay with me. I can't stress how much pain and sorrow I felt in this dream. I didn't think I could bear any more... and since I didn't believe that the man I saw was the god he claimed to be, I decided the only thing left to do was to pray to the REAL one, so I got on my knees and prayed for God's help. Towards the end of this extensive prayer, I was unable to sit up on my knees and fell on my hands. I was stopped by a male voice and looked behind me to see that it was the man in white again. He said he had come to me because he had heard my prayers. I was confused by this because I believed him to be a fake god... so how was he able to know I was praying? And how could he appear out of nowhere when I SAW him sail off in that ship just a short time earlier? I turned to face him and all I could think was that he could not be God because God would not be so cruel. He was very convincing, but he could not be God. He spoke to me calmly and told me that he had a reason for what he was doing. That by taking on four children, I would meet my limits too soon and my health would fail. He told me that my maximum would be three and showed me the paperwork again listing my two older sons and unborn daughter. I begged him to let me take on the responsibility and promised that I would do whatever it took to keep all of us safe and happy. I argued the fact that he said I should respect my son's choice to leave voluntarily, but I was never given a choice as to how many children I would take on. I begged him to let me prove that I could do it... he remained silent as I begged and pleaded for my son back. The entire time I begged, I wondered if he was, in fact, God. I just couldn't believe it because it didn't seem like he should be in a body and something didn't make me feel like he was... but it was clear that he had control over my son's life. Even though I couldn't make myself believe he was God, I couldn't help but ask myself "what if?". I woke up in the middle of my crying and pleading.

3:52 AM: Woke up from a very bizarre dream! Don't know what to make of it. There was some kind of "New 9-11" event. I'm not sure what, but something big. I don't know what transpired, but whatever happened, all of the sudden, George W. Bush was being lauded and hailed as this new hero..I think because people were saying his decisive actions were what saved our country before, and now we had no one to lead us so everyone was focused on him. It's almost like he was running for some kind of office, a new position of leadership. He was going around speaking to people and at his speaking engagements, he had these flags on his stage..this new emblem that was bizarre. They were square-shaped and velvet black with silver edging and I think possibly a silver "Z" shape with the silver congruent top and bottom in silver and a thin diagonal silver line through the middle. I was shocked in the dream..why was everyone calling him a hero and why was he even running for office?? In the dream, I was so creeped out and was trying to figure out the flags. I thought perhaps a nuclear event but when I woke up, pandemic is what came to mind.

I found myself at some kind of family gathering. There were only a few people left there including my mother and my husband's siblings and spouses. There was a box on bees on the table. I thought they would be honey bees but on closer look they were hornets so I closed the box back up and remarked they were some of the largest I had ever seen. One of the guys was taking them to his daughter's lab for research.

There was a massive tarp set up and the guys were going to take it dowm but it lifeted up and tipped over across a very large camping trailer that was parked behind the yard. I pulled my mother to the camper to take a look inside and see what it was like. It was much larger inside than out... we kept discovering more and larger rooms.

We ended up in a wonderful, cozy kitchen space that had an antique stove and a small bread oven near a wall on the floor. I looked up and there was a big door to an outside deck. We stepped out on the deck and discovered we had passed through to a different place. On this side of the door it was an entirely different feeling place. Fresh and green and happy and so busy. The people here were all friends and relatives who had passed. We were at a place. . . it kind of reminded me of a rural farm market or festival. There were wooden sheds of sorts, open sided as well as some barns and greenhouse type structures of wood and glass.

The farm or "commune" was presided over my husband's late uncle. It was an amazing place full of green and flowers and everyone was in various sheds preparing various unusual vegetables and fruits to process for food. I was very excited and calling my mother to come look at this or that but she was quite involved and excited about her own explorations and visiting among the people. A departed aunt was in a small area with a canvas roof, ir was half below ground level, in a pit of sorts, it was cool and smelled beautifully of rich earth. She was preparing the leaves of prickly pear cactus to be cooked. She was wiping the spines away with her bare hands and I was shocked and concerned but she laughed. In one of the greenhouse type buildigs I was in awe at the out of season vegetables I saw growing in haphazard raised beds. There was also carts with shelves, some had young plant starts and others had containers with indredible beautiful "fairy gardens". I loved the diminutive detailed garden containers so much I was moved to tears. As I was heading back out and toward a building someone ran up to me with what looked like a thick woven mat and handed it to me. On closer look it was a few inches thick and dense and it was actually something that was supposed to be eaten. They were giving it to me for my elderly mother and they asked me if I thought she could handle preparing it . I told them I thought she could. She loves to cook unusual and unique vegetables so she will fuss with it, it will be a good experience for her. I carry it into a beautiful, rustic wooden building, small barn.

There is a door with a stairway leading to a basement but there was a rope hanging down and someone asked if I wanted the stairs pulled up. I answered not yet, I have to go through a little further before I leave, I want to stay here longer. My husband's uncle, Ebert, expresseses that he's sorry I have to go but to go ahead and get home, I can come back another time. I was in the barn then, looking for the door that would take me out to the deck and camper I entered on, I didn't find it before waking.