No intent - I was shown May 13.

I was asked to dream about incidents of Mayhem in September. My dream was not very specific and not very verbal. I saw lots of people carrying rifles everything from battle rifles to hunting rifles both men in uniform and civilians. I saw a military base closed in the Clinton closures in Washington State (Camp Bonneville) being used for some kind of training again, military, police and civilians were there and all armed. The dream was not clear and fading fast, I could not write it down this morning had to rush into stuff I had to do, just got a minute, if I remember more I will put it in the forum. I felt people were stessed and worried about the future. There was some aspect of economics to the mayhem, I saw a boarded up large business, and the only verbal thing I heard was "discounts or discounted" so maybe a crash economically with deflation, I had the sense of a large number of unemployed because a lot of people seemed to be trudging around rather aimlessly maybe newly homeless, that said I think there was more to this mayhem than just an economic crash, everyone was armed for what appeared to be a serious conflict and it appeared civilians were being trained by police and miltary, I suppose only a war on our shores an invasion or suspected invasion would cause that or God forbid a Civil War.

I intended to dream of headlines in September involving MATES early this morning... and I have to admit that I am having a hard time recalling all of this dream and understanding the concept thereof.



In the earliest part I can remember of the dream, I was living in a very large, luxurious hotel room in a large city. Something BIG was happening, but I am not entirely sure what it was. Hundreds or possibly thousands of people were lined up down a busy street just trying to get a room in this fancy hotel, and I felt lucky that I had already gotten my place inside. It seemed like I would be there for a long time.



My husband was living there with me, but he had done something that had hurt or upset me. I was upset, but it seemed like whatever he had done paled in comparison to some of the other things he had done, so I wasn't going to bother being angry over it. Instead, I cooked him a nice meal and set the table in the room before waiting next to what looked like grey school lockers for him to return from work.



When he came in, he was holding a cassette player and a large jar of cookie shaped hearts. He acted funny because he knew that he had messed up again and he was ready to be defensive, but I insisted that we sit and eat before discussing things. We had been married for nearly 5 years now, he knew the drill. But, he acted shocked. As if whatever he had done had been SO bad that I should be ripping him a new one. In fact, that is what he had prepared himself for.



After we sat and talked, he acted as if he were relieved and handed me the giant jar of tiny pink and red heart cookies. He told me that he came in ready to fight thinking that I might have done or had plans to do something in retaliation... even though in our years together, that has never been the case. He showed me the cassette player and laughed a bit insisting that I listen to the music he had prepared for me in case a fight broke out... Thinking that the music must be 'sorry' music or 'I love you ' music, I hit the play button. I don't know if anyone remembers Ray Stevens, but it was clearly his voice and so I assumed the music was meant to be comical... but it was all about the wife or lover of the character he was portraying being ugly. He went on to sing about the "Ugliest B-word in the World" and I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. I fast-forwarded to the next song and it wasn't much better... it had pretty much the same theme with an added bit about his wife being stupid as well... The next one was about the same... and the next one.



I ran out of the room crying. I couldn't understand just WHAT he thought he would accomplish by giving me a cute jar of heart-shaped cookies then following that up by playing songs that would make me feel ugly and stupid? WTH was his logic or reasoning for that? He chased me into the other room and looked more shocked than anything, like he couldn't quite grasp why I was crying and running away from him. I asked why he had chose that particular music. Was it because that was how he felt about me? He said that he thought that I might try to hurt him since he had hurt me so much and just wanted to be prepared. Well... in all of our years together, I have never retaliated or made any attempts to "get even" so I didn't buy that excuse. What's more, I didn't want to be around someone that would purposely try to hurt me to avoid a fight caused by HIM hurting ME. It was so exhausting trying to figure out how he thought that would work, that it made my head hurt! I asked him to leave and hurled that stupid cassette player to him. But before he left, he insisted that I also return the jar of heart cookies. I told him I would not. I would keep them for all of the times he had broken my heart. He slowly made his way out of the door, and I slammed and locked it the minute he was outside.



I put the jar of heart cookies away and was unsure what to do now that my husband was gone. I had a sad and empty feeling as anyone would expect, then recalled that I had dream work to do. I walked to the bedroom area to find my grandmother looking out of a very large window in the room at the crowd of people below hoping to get a room inside. I thought it strange how these giant windows in my bedroom didn't have any curtains, but decided I would ask my grandmother about dreams. She was the only one who had really supported my dreaming throughout my childhood... so maybe she could answer some questions. I asked her first about these dreams I would have from time to time where I would have these special ways of getting to hidden places. As a child, I would travel to strange places by somehow warping through these secret spots hidden throughout my home. One of these spots was in a chimney and was very hard to get to... it seemed like there was always a chance that I could get stuck and die, but I managed to be transported just about every time without an issue. Without turning to look at me, she told me that kind of travel was dangerous and that I didn't need to attempt that sort of thing. Not even in dreams. Then I asked her about traveling outside of my body during dreams. Was it possible for me and should I attempt to do it to get clearer dreams? She slowly turned to look at me. She looked very upset and told me that it was not possible and that I should not attempt to do that. Then we had a debate on whether or not I should try based on the Bible of all things. In the dream, I insisted that this was how a lot of prophets, especially in the Bible, made accurate prophecies. ( I have no idea if this is true or not... in the dream I seemed to think so.) She became angry and argued that they had not, but I told her that evidence of it was scattered throughout the Bible and that she should look into it. (Again... no idea what I was talking about... but I felt pretty strongly about it in the dream...) She then insisted that I NOT try to have an out of body experience, especially considering how I was being watched. (No idea what that means either, but it gave me the serious creeps.). She went on to say that it may work for some people who know what they are doing, but that for me it would be impossible. If I left my body, something or someone else might be watching and try to take it? In the dream, I wasn't so much scared as I was aggravated. (Though thinking back on it now gives me goosebumps) I didn't want to argue with her further and tried to remember what my dream mission was. It had nothing to do with out of body experiences anyway... MATES! I needed to dream about MATES... but I wasn't sure what kind of mates... so I sat and thought on that for a minute.



There was a young woman and man in my room now. No idea who they are, but the man seemed to be some sort of professor or scientist maybe? He was a bit chubby and had a nicely kept beard. He wore a white lab coat. The girl with him looked fairly normal. She wore normal clothes and seemed similar to me. They were looking around my room when I introduced myself. They seemed like very nice people, and I helped them look around my room for changes or abnormalities, though I wasn't sure what that meant at first. Then we discovered that the living area of the room had changed... there was no couch or TV... instead there was a sort of circle-like counter area. On it were some trophies. Emmys maybe? At any rate... they weren't the sort of thing just anyone would leave laying around... there were other things on there that did not belong. Things that should have not been there... and I looked up at the professor to find that his face was that of pure horror. He demanded that we run to the bedroom door. The frame of the door had bread growing around it. (Weird, I know) and he pulled chunks of it off and handed it to me and the girl demanding that we eat it immediately. He said something about a time and space continuum? That the "fabrics" of time and space were changing or ripping... and when he said it, I thought of cloth being ripped and the strings of it being warped and twisting... some of the ends of the strings just randomly dangling from the cloth... but that image didn't make sense to me. What happens once you reach the end of the string? I must have not been understanding his analogy. He told us that in order to survive, we had to eat the food from the world the old world changed into. We could only eat the bread and nothing else. No other food or water... and I worried for a minute that we might dehydrate, but he explained to us something about surviving off the flow of the universe and that with no true time there was no way to starve or dehydrate, because those things take time. Alll righty then... that seemed to satisfy my curiosity in the dream...



We ate the bread and looked around the living area to see if there had been any more changes. We didn't find anything. The professor studied the area with the trophies and the girl and I went to look at the bread growing around the door frame. It was probably one of the weirdest things I have EVER seen and I couldn't quite figure out how or why bread would just be growing there... I thought of it like a fungus. An edible fungus because it grew just as I would expect mushrooms or mold or something to grow. It had already recovered itself from where we had just snatched bread off of it earlier. Then I looked down to see that there was an identical circle with the same trophies in the bedroom. It happened again, so the girl and I snatched off the bread and ate it. I yelled for the professor because changes had been made again, but as he ran towards us he just disappeared. I assumed it was because he didn't eat the bread in time...



The girl and I stood in silence for a while. We were shocked and now we knew why it was so important to eat the bread. We wondered why things were changing now. Had we somehow caused it? It seemed unlikely that we would be powerful enough to change time and space, so something bigger must be at work, and we tried to think of how we could set it right. After some though, we couldn't come up with anything, but thought that maybe it would sort itself out? We had envisioned that time and space was a pool of water and that somehow a stone had been thrown in it. All we had to do was survive until the ripples stopped. (It made perfect sense in the dream) I thought it would be best to stay next to the bread door. She insisted that we investigate for clues farther and farther away from the door, otherwise, how would we know when to eat the bread? Together we decided that she would investigate while I stood by the door with fistfuls of bread ready to throw to her at a moment's notice. I scanned for changes nearby the door.



After some time, I noticed glitches. Strange things seemed to merge with other things... some things would disappear and other things would just up and appear out of thin air. I called for the girl, but she was too far away to hear me... even though I warned her not to go too far. I couldn't wait any longer, so I ate the bread. I noticed that my body had become see through just before I ate it. The room around me changed and where I had been standing earlier was now a sort of garden area in a bigger and more beautiful hotel room. I was sitting on a tiny patch of grass so green and perfect that it looked fake.. but felt it to find that it was, in fact, real...



I was very upset over the girl not being there... and for a minute I tried very hard to think of whether or not she and the professor were dead. I tried to meditate on it and it seemed to me that they weren't dead, but they were different. They just weren't with me anymore nor were they aware of the changes being made. They were now just part of the changes... maybe they were different people? Would it be so bad if I changed too? I didn't think so... but I also thought it would be better for me to be aware of the changes going on around me... it seemed like someone should know and I wondered if I was the only one aware of it. After thinking hard on it, I doubted it very much... after all... someone or something was causing all of this chaos. So they had to know what they were doing, right? I had to wonder though... was this being done for the good of us all or was there a more sinister reasoning for the changes being made? I couldn't be sure... because to be honest... the concept of the entire thing was making my head ache, and I was sure that I was only scratching the surface as far as understanding just what exactly was going on around me.



I heard partying... the large windows now had curtains on them and I looked outside to see a group of people around my age partying on a balcony outside. My room had previously had a balcony, but it was all gone now, so I opened my window to let in some fresh air and peeked out. I was spotted by one of the guys out there, and immediately popped my head back inside. I was embarrassed to have been spotted spying on them, and decided that my place was next to that bread door fame. I was just about to sit down when I heard rustling by the window. The guy climbed in and asked my name. I didn't want to give it to him for some reason, but he eventually got me to give it up anyway. He was trying to flirt with me and flatter me, but too much had been going on that night for me to really want to deal with him. Between my husband and this weird time/space thing going on... I just wanted him to go away... and it was then that I noticed changes... he had distracted me and I had almost no time to eat the bread. I snatched the bread off of the door frame and ate it... but before I could tell him to do the same, he aged backwards into a teenager... he raised his eyebrows at me for eating the bread growing out of the door and pulled a game system out of his pocket. He plugged some ear buds into his ears and turned on his game, then set down a skateboard that had appeared in his arms. He looked up at me and said "Lady... you are sooo weird." Then he skated out of my room and down a hall.

*Notes*

When I made my intention, I tried not to envision MATES as being a soul mate or lover... but I am not entirely suprised that I dreamt of my husband. I did, however, find it odd that I would dream of something so science fictiony as the space time contiuum. Something I know little to nothing about. I can't see what this has to do with MATES, but I wonder if it is validation that dreamwork is in fact changing the world around us or is there something else going on? Perhaps it is neither... but it seems important. Very important... and what seems more important than anything is being aware of the changes. It seems like life would have been easier in the dream if I just let the changes happen and let myself become blissfully unaware... but it was much more important that I BE AWARE. Prehaps we are much stronger than we realize, which would be excellent news for P2 people. I guess if this dream is of significant value, there might be a few different things to get out of it... I might need to meditate a bit more on this one... because I feel like there is something here that I'm just not quite able to grasp right away...

In my dream I am talking with a friend near a mountain range. Two planes with propellers fly around the mountainside and I alert my friend to watch. Beneath the planes appear explosions. Big black clouds arise and the prop planes fly off. The dream ends with he and I talking about what just happened.

I was at work, in a high rise situated on the south side of a large lake. (As I live in Chicago area, I assumed Chicago, although it did not look like Chicago; could have been any city on one of the Great Lakes or other large lake). The weather was warm, 70's, sunny, shirt-sleeve weather. The office had a panaromic view of the lake. Off to the northwest, we could see unusual rolling storm clouds moving in our direction (to the southeast). A weather report announced an unusual, violent storm was approaching, and to expect a large amount of snow, although it would quickly melt. Needless to say, a blizzard in September would be alarming in the Great Lakes area. So I left work to go home.

Now I was in a much smaller town walking quickly but calmly home. Much of the downtown area was under construction, several blocks of buildings had been torn down. As I walked through the construction sites, in several of the locations a peasant woman (heavy set, wearing old fashioned long dress, can't recall but might have been wearing scarf on head) would offer me a taste of chocolate cake (no icing, cake only). I tasted it and thought, why in the world would a bake shop open here the rental space would be costly and the cake was just average, tasted like a box mix. Continued to make my way through the blocks of construction, and made my way home.

Now 'home', in another high rise, seemed like a small 1-room apartment, laid out in an unsual narrow winding pattern, modern looking, white walls, minimal furniture, no decorative pieces. My husband was there, but was disabled. Other men started to arrive, seeking shelter, including 2 brother-in-laws. I became fearful, and said there wasn't enough room for all to sleep here. Then the men said I'd have to leave, men only allowed. I suggested we rent some cots to provide better sleeping for all, as my intent was to keep the bedroom with a lockable door for my husband and myself. They insisted that would not work. At some point, they temporarily leaved, and then another female, a friend, came over. I told her the situation. She said let's scare them away, and we went in the bedroom and hid under a pile of rags and sheets. When the men came back, they spotted us right away and were not fooled. The men were not mean or menacing, but assertive and a bit aggressive, and I was uneasy and frightened by them. They continued to insist 'no women' and that we had to leave.

Then I woke up. Nodded back off, still intending 'Catholics'.

I was talking on the phone to a female friend about the above situation. And she said we needed to end the call, as 'they were listening'.

Observation: I was calm about the approaching storm, even though it seemed that it was of historic proportions and timing. I was very uneasy in the apartment with the men, and became fearful of them.

I was asked to participate in the latest dream effort and to choose a category, I chose terror, within timeframe of September. My dream seemed to be in a couple phases, the first was purely verbal, I heard a voice say "range chaos" not sure what range is supposed to mean although the open rural country of the West where I live is often called the "range" chaos is self explanatory. Later I dreamed I saw a city, I was very far on the outskirts but in the distance I could see the high rise buildings down town, the landscape was flat and realtively treeless (compared to where I am from) I think it was Dallas (its been years since I have been to Texas), although I saw some high rises standing far away much of the edges of the city where I was at were collapsed as if blown apart, including cement structures. That was it, simpleand not real clear.

In my dream I am Getting ready to go somewhere . I remember my dream about Brian and a horse(I'm not sure exactly what animal as it could have been a deer-same brown color and long legs) in the Living Room and a long gun. He was standing right behind the front of the door (as if you are waiting for someone to open it so you can shoot them) and he is so scared. He is wearing no shirt, has a bloated belly, and is holding a long gun in his arms like you would hold a baby. There is a horse/deer in the middle of his living room. As I am getting ready I am laughing at my dream thinking that that could never come true. A Horse in the living room and Brian with a gun.

We go to leave the house. As we are walking to our car, we hear a commotion next door and I run into the open door and see Brian with a gun in the living room and there is a horse (deer) on the floor/ The animal looks injured and Brian, who is a coke-head, is all paranoid crazy running around the house with the gun carrying it like a baby. I start trying to help the animal but when I look inside, I can see all the bleeding and I say something about internal bleeding and somehow I just know that the animal is going to die. I looked into it's eyes and was loving on it when someone comes to the door and knocks on it. Brian goes to aim his weapon and I am able to stop him and thank God because it was my parents coming to check on me. Brian is trying to explain himself, there is something about the police and people being mad at him, and theft of the animal or someone else stole it or something but I know that everything that Brian is saying is a lie-that they are all lies. Then all these other people that are Brian's friends with start showing up at the house. They have all these piercings, many are wearing black. I am being told something about Brian's best friend (who is a girl in my dream) has a child that is sick. Brian keeps crying like a baby-just sobbing uncontrollably. They tell me it is some autoimmune disease. I tell them that based on my source, this autoimmune disease is not deadly just a pain in the ass. I said that my source could be wrong though, but then they said it wasn't. Brian was a basket case. Then there is some talk about his friend having tried to commit suicide the night before with pills or something of that nature. Brian is wanting to go and see her and her son (or daughter?). For some reason in my dream, I decide to go with this crazy, drug-selling, psychopath that I loathe (Brian) and another person. Before I go though, I notice all these people in the house being really nice to each other, but they are not nice to themselves. I give some kids of speech about how I noticed how kind everyone was to one another but then I am asking questions about why they are not kind to themselves. "

I was a spy. I was with two other spies, both male. Our job was to destroy the work being done
(research) by a corporation. We were in their building. It was a large complex. The three of us
started in their basement as a means of entry. It was very large, well lit, and had their computer
processes there. We split up and I ended up in a room that had important parts of their
research. Machinery and paperwork. We had been detected and there was an urgency to
getting things done before they caught us. They knew we were in the building but not where
exactly. It was just a matter of time before they found us though. In order to be successful in my
mission I had to blow up and completely destroy the building and all of their research. At one
point I was in front of a large pipe that was open at one end and did not reach the floor. It
looked like maybe something could be poured out of that end of the pipe and I think there were
gasses that leaked out of it because I remember going to put a lighter flame underneath in order
to ignite the gasses and cause an explosion. The scene then morphed to there being a metal
trashcan (a medium sized one) full of documents that was underneath the metal pipe. I was
going to start a fire in the trashcan and burn the papers.

I was with a group of people. I don't know how many of us there were because I never actually
saw anyone specific (until later in the dream). I heard people talking around and to me. At least
two distinct male voices. We were in an abandoned? building that had a lot of stuff everywhere.
It was a hodgepodge of stuff from people's lives. We were on at least the second floor. There
were several large windows, some of which were busted out. We were in hiding from some sort
of being that I think was a robot but it didn't have arms and legs or any discernible features. I
think I remember seeing hair like ropy things all over. The building we were hiding in was very
close to these robots but as long as we didn't do something (can't remember what) they couldn't
detect our presence. I remember being yelled at to stop because whatever I was doing was
what they could detect. I remember wanting/needing to stay away from the windows.
At one point in the dream, towards the end, I was trying to cover all the windows that still had
glass in them with thick blankets so that the light from inside couldn't be seen from the outside.
Maybe the robots could detect light? I have the sense that we were in the dark in the building.
The kind of dark created indoors when you don't turn on any lights and it's not quite pitch dark
outside. Anyway, as I was putting up the blankets I looked over my shoulder and saw my friend
from work and I called out to her to come and help me. The dream ended as we were covering
windows together.
In the dream I was myself, not an observer. My friend from work was really my friend and
looked just like her. I remember that if the robots got in or detected us they would consume us
and that inspired abject terror. It was to be avoided at all costs

Late 2012/ Early 2013
I was not myself in this dream, I was a small female child. I was living within a large skyscraper with tall and sterile silver/white walls. It was a very nice building. I was cordoned off in a small section of it, and I was taken care of by a specialized scientific crew. The room was large and rectangular with a small space in an enclave that resembled a 'play' area. There was another small room attached to this, and I feel I was in there often, but I hadn't the slightest idea of what the room was for. Some of the other kids were in there, this I knew. I felt like I had grown up in this space alone.
I was in tears throughout the dream, absolutely dreading my future. The negative energy of my suffering brought my consciousness out the child's body, and I could freely explore all of the space within the building and around the outside of it. When I phased through the floor of the room above me, I discovered the rest of the building was tarnished with fire damage, and it all had a red/orange/brown hue. I searched for a long time without finding anything interesting, then I found a spot in the ceiling in which I went through.
I found a little girls room. There was a dresser with a ovalite mirror, and maybe a chest or a bed. I went through the dresser, and looked at every item within with specific detail that unfortunately I no longer remember.
I was then on the outside of the building, viewing it floating above the streets. I was very modern and sleek. it was white, and possibly the tallest building in the city.
I flew back into the child holding room through a window. It was at least 70 stories up.
The men began stirring, and as the child I knew the moment had come. The moment that is the reason for my unending sorrow. My mind saw the hallway leading to the room, and there were people in black suits walking down it. One was Hillary Clinton. They entered the room, and all my tenants stirred and straightened their backs, and began walking and talking with Clinton's entourage.
"She's going to take my soul" bounced back and forth in my head. I was absolutely hysterical. She looked at me, then talked with them more.
"She chose me." I had decided. Then men walked over... She had chosen me. I awoke, completely drenched in real tears.
[I had no irrational fear or infatuation with Hillary Clinton before this dream.]
Late 2012/ Early 2013I was not myself in this dream, I was a small female child. I was living within a large skyscraper with tall and sterile silver/white walls. It was a very nice building. I was cordoned off in a small section of it, and I was taken care of by a specialized scientific crew. The room was large and rectangular with a small space in an enclave that resembled a 'play' area. There was another small room attached to this, and I feel I was in there often, but I hadn't the slightest idea of what the room was for. Some of the other kids were in there, this I knew. I felt like I had grown up in this space alone.
I was in tears throughout the dream, absolutely dreading my future. The negative energy of my suffering brought my consciousness out the child's body, and I could freely explore all of the space within the building and around the outside of it. When I phased through the floor of the room above me, I discovered the rest of the building was tarnished with fire damage, and it all had a red/orange/brown hue. I searched for a long time without finding anything interesting, then I found a spot in the ceiling in which I went through.
I found a little girls room. There was a dresser with a ovalite mirror, and maybe a chest or a bed. I went through the dresser, and looked at every item within with specific detail that unfortunately I no longer remember.I was then on the outside of the building, viewing it floating above the streets. I was very modern and sleek. it was white, and possibly the tallest building in the city.
I flew back into the child holding room through a window. It was at least 70 stories up.The men began stirring, and as the child I knew the moment had come. The moment that is the reason for my unending sorrow. My mind saw the hallway leading to the room, and there were people in black suits walking down it. One was Hillary Clinton. They entered the room, and all my tenants stirred and straightened their backs, and began walking and talking with Clinton's entourage.
"She's going to take my soul" bounced back and forth in my head. I was absolutely hysterical. She looked at me, then talked with them more."She chose me." I had decided. Then the handlers walked over... She had chosen me. I awoke, completely drenched in real tears.
[I had no irrational fear or infatuation with Hillary Clinton before this dream. This was undoubtably my most emotionally intense dream I've ever experienced.]