Dream date Sept. 6/2014 early morning: In my dream there is a spinning newspaper like they used to do in the movies, and it whirled up to a tabloid format (long and fold out) not the regular newspaper format. The words were blurry so I couldn't read the name of the newspaper or the date or the story itself, however there was one headline which was 9 A.M. in very big bold black letters. Underneath that was a photo but it too was blurry - the colours in it are grey, pink, beige.
Had a precognitive feel to it but no clue when or what, just 9 A.M.

Intention: To dream about next big news article about the recent surge in religion. http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum/sho...hp?tid=200

In a screened-in porch, still warm outside, not hot. It's definitely nighttime…there's low light from the table…a candle?

I was sitting at the table with my dad and his wife (my stepmother). He was talking at length of a specific story about something the insurance companies are going to be made to do. It was news story that he was discussing, as an example of what ALL the companies are gong to have to do. Unfortunately, I don't remember what he said about insurance companies because of what comes next.

He's finishing up the story and I notice that he's been trying to lever out a cork in his wine. He's having problems with it, but I don't help because I thought he really doesn't need more wine anyway. Suddenly, as he gets a major piece of the cork out, he says, "

I was presumably "Atalntis Hunting" as they say.
Top of a big hill in a city with a presense that felt like John B Wells but could not see him or hear him. It just felt like he was watching and listening to what I was doing the whole dream.
The city had an old European town feel although it actually was in North America somewhere (could have been Mexico, US or even Canada. But had more of a weather feel of Canada).
Inside an Old 'Estonian' Orthodox Christian Church (maybe even older than Constantine... like an early christian temple of sorts). Again, in North America. "North Amercian Estonian Church"
At the funeral service of potentially a amish orthodox or early christian elder who was part of the church.
The pews are facing a shrine of an arched portal/doorway with a stone visor on the top of the arch with plenty of old moss growing on it. Everything the church was facing or geared towards worshipping was carved out of stone and greyish blue granite.
The ancient buildings throughout the city (including this church) were all in disrepair. All of the wood framed portions of all the structures in this part of town were about to collapse in any moment or day or so. Everything was falling apart like the wood was barely staying up.
Only had a few more days before it would all collapse and fall down.
The 'guy' who was being honored at teh funeral showed up outside behind where we were all focused on the portal and was in a black entourage / convoy of horse and carriages like an amish setup.
Then he and the convoy Bolt down the hill when he knows I can see him.
I start chasing him, not because I'm mad or anything, but because I'm curious and want to speak with him - I follow.
He had something to do with WHY the city was about to 'collapse'.
I get on a board of some kind and slide down the giant hill to chase after him.
The dream morphs into a "prom scene" from my college friend James. (this event would represent a prom that either occured between 1995 and 1996)
The 'board' morphs into James' signature White 1963 Chevy Biquane station wagon (without an engine I'm still just sliding on the board / sled not driving down the hill). Everyone from his family jump into the Bisquane and we are sliding out of control until we jump and reach theh top of a rocket cypress and I grabthe top of the tree and use it to come to a careful stop on the ground in front of a nice brick house.
We crash land, but it's survable without injuries or getting hurt.
I let go of the tree and springs back up.
We get out of the Bisquane and we're at James' old house and he and my brother are with me. We have to get ready for prom.
Everybody's pissed off because I have to go inside to pee...
Then I wake up and I DO have to pee.
*Wake up*
I was presumably "Atlantis Hunting" as they say.
Top of a big hill in a city with a presence that felt like John B Wells but could not see him or hear him. It just felt like he was watching and listening to what I was doing the whole dream.
The city had an old European town feel although it actually was in North America somewhere (could have been Mexico, US or even Canada. But had more of a weather feel of Canada).
Inside an Old 'Estonian' Orthodox Christian Church (maybe even older than Constantine... like an early Christian temple of sorts). Again, in North America. "North American Estonian Church"
At the funeral service of potentially an Amish orthodox or early Christian elder who was part of the church. The pews are facing a shrine of an arched portal/doorway with a stone visor on the top of the arch with plenty of old moss growing on it. Everything the church was facing or geared towards worshipping was carved out of stone and greyish blue granite.
The ancient buildings throughout the city (including this church) were all in disrepair. All of the wood framed portions of all the structures in this part of town were about to collapse in any moment or day or so. Everything was falling apart like the wood was barely staying up.
Only had a few more days before it would all collapse and fall down.
The 'guy' who was being honored at the funeral showed up outside behind where we were all focused on the portal and was in a black entourage / convoy of horse and carriages like an Amish setup. Then he and the convoy Bolt down the hill when he knows I can see him.
I start chasing him, not because I'm mad or anything, but because I'm curious and want to speak with him - I follow.
He had something to do with WHY the city was about to 'collapse'.
I get on a board of some kind and slide down the giant hill to chase after him.
The dream morphs into a "prom scene" from my college friend James. (this event would represent a prom that either occurred between 1995 and 1996)
The 'board' morphs into James' signature White 1963 Chevy Biscayne station wagon (without an engine I'm still just sliding on the board / sled not driving down the hill). Everyone from his family jump into the Biscayne and we are sliding out of control until we jump and reach the top of a rocket cypress and I grab the top of the tree and use it to come to a careful stop on the ground in front of a nice brick house.
We crash land, but it's survivable without injuries or getting hurt.
I let go of the tree and springs back up.
We get out of the Biscayne and we're at James' old house and he and my brother are with me. We have to get ready for prom.
Everybody's pissed off because I have to go inside to pee...
Then I wake up and I DO have to pee.

*Wake up*

I placed the dream incubations in this category for want of putting elsewhere. I do this for documentation purposes
Before bedtime I meditated, focusing on a candle flame in order to calm the daytime monkey mind. My intention was to receive anything significant that will unfold within the next week to the end of the month (Sept) anywhere, not necessisarily in the U. S.
Dreams began vivdly on 9/1/14, continued 9/2/14 and throughout. All interconnected to the same theme. A crash, new technology/data coming out/and/or collapse of some kind. The attention grabber for me was the repeat symbols and the over all sense of impending -> something. It certainly felt important, urgent.
9/1/14 - It seems the data/message is coming in dribs and pieces, vividly one night at a time yet it also 'feels' HUGE. The feeling upon waking up is ominous/important/attention grabbing, I cannot stress this enough.
A prominent figure came in last night with instructions to defer to the meek for they will hold the power. The figure was an older stately woman that reminded me of Maya Angelo only this woman was/is a living saint- type, respected and revered. The symbols were colors BOTH nights... a string of 4 and 5 items each night of autumn colors- rust,yellows, golds, oranges, greens. This could be either an event in 4-5 days, weeks, or around the turn of autumn equinox. Has something to do with a crash (economic, political, or vessel).
The first night, Monday [9/1/14] had a female version of Kahuna (not sure what the Island term would be for such an ennobled revered Grande Dame) but it explains the dark skin color. The symbols-- Monday- She had on a grass skirt. All frawns were of the autumn colors in segments of four and five. She had the meek/humble women/girls put on skirts such as hers. The men all fell back to let them pass like a canopy of men to form columns for the women. The women were to perform great healing and leadership for the calamity to come. Tuesday night [9/2/14] was again, in a humble surrounding but more sophisticated than the island village. I sensed Africa as I heard that wonderful melodious tribal music only this was in a town or city and could have been in the U.S deep south. Offerings were to be made to the Grandmother but she stepped back to instruct it go to the meek.The offerings were in 4-5 ceramic vessels each of the autumn colors, carried by young girls.Within the offering vessels was a white substance.More incubation last night- gave me more revelation.
In the news Joan rivers died and I was asked if the Grandmother figure could be her to which I replied, "NO, not Joan, I got OPRAH WINFREY !" This after more dream incubation the night before. I saw DNA strands too- there is NEW TECHNOLOGY coming out- to be revealed soon that will change the face of this world and how we operate in it. It will change our consciousness! Now that word is in recent memes. Changing our DNA too. The meek surely will inherit the world. This technology cannot be harnessed any longer by any PTW. Too ubiquitous, too powerful, too cosmic in nature. So the women- (grandmother energy) will balance the scales of the testosterone energy that dominated for eons. Starting with children = seeing the children with their offering bowls- the white substance was the Philosophers Stone! White gold powder. Great metaphor for the changes coming in. It is difficult to give you a headline for it. Headlines are not turning out to be my forte; the content IS! If I gave you one it would have Oprah in it with TECHNOLOGY, and something along the lines of 'unexpected' or unparalleled...and the word crash. Too many variables in the quantum soup right now. In all the dreams- The village chief and last night the mayor/governor/CEO was not allowed entrance into the ceremony, only the humble that represented the common man/woman.The common workers were all in charge of manufacturing/distributing the new technology. All is on a level playing field. No lack. Like in a John Galt world; Atlas finally shrugged!

i have had two two dreams this week, first one was a small nuclear bomb here in las vegas not on the strip but close enough. the whole dream was me trying to get home with my cargo. i cant say what it is,but its something we would all need in a shtf situation. i drive a truck locally. ok i chalked this one up to way too many articles of vegas being a target maybe. but the second dream about three days later kind of freaked me out it was of a emp or something like it and the aftermath of me going home. not too worrysome really in that no light situation, semi was still running and i know backroads. both of these dreams happens in the near future, before cool weather sets in. the only reason i wrote these here was i dont usually have this type of dreams (only one or two others that i can remember in the last few years) and i wanted a record of it. so we will see.

Just as I was starting to doze off:
Everything shades of gray/black smokey color.
I step forward and I see a group of figures (like ordinary people) only like a film negative. They are waiting for someone/thing.
One Man stands out to me. He is wearing a flat panama style hat. I like the hat! It is what got my attention of all the people in this group. He seems to know me. The group divides in to two groups making an asile down the middle for me. All of these people are not making any noise or talking. In the group on my left, from the back, a woman leans toward me as if to see better. I think I might know her but , I get distracted by a large twilight zone type of smoky spiral cloud with the opening toward me. I step forward to enter the cloud and a voices says "Not Yet". I turn my attention toward the leaning woman and I think "Is it her?" I hear a voice say "Not bad for a first try."
I am back in dozing state.
I wake up, it is morning and I have no memories of any other dreams.
But I wonder, was this you, Sister?

DREAMED ON 9/5/14 3:30 A.M
#1 P.O.W.BOUND BY HIS FEET BY THICK ROPE AND HUNG UPSIDEDOWNBEING SPOON-FED BY NON-U.S. MILITARY MAN WEARING MUTED GRAY GREEN MILITARY UNIFORM WITH UNUSUAL SHAPED HAT ALMOST LIKE A SHOWER CAP WHICH IS GATHERED AROUND THE EDGES ON TOP (PUFFY). HE IS LAUGHING AS HE FEEDS P.O.W AND GETTING PLEASURE OUT OF DOING THIS.
#2 OBAMA IS PROVEN TO BE A MUSLIM. HE DELAYS ACTION AGAINST ISIS UNTIL END OF SEPTEMBER (I SAW THIS ON TV LAST NIGHT WHICH PROBABLY HAD SOMETHING TO O WITH HAVINGTHIS DREAM). THE REASON FOR THIS DELAYIS TO ALLOW ISIS MORE TIMETO INFLTRATE THE U.S. FOR AN ATTACK WITHIN. OBAMA ISTRYING TO DESTROY THE U.S.

The first thing I was shown was little white boxes in front of a list of about 8 or so NDC forum meme items. Then I was shown a larger white box and in the bottom right of my vision was the nose of a tank and the upper torso of a military man (helmeted camo) with a rifle on his back facing the box.

My memory started with a scene. I was seeing through the eyes of a man who was in a garage. I was looking for something. I went into the furthest corner of the garage, and hit a button. The button opened a secret room, and I placed a disc-like object into the room, and closed it.
I was then in a house in the suburbs, presumably living my everyday life. I have never been in this neighborhood, nor did I recognize myself or any of my friends as people I have met in reality(LA? Tan, grotto building style, hot sun). I remember being attracted to a party on the lawn of my neighbor's house. Someone dear to them was returning home from military duty. While reveling with them, there was a distinct moment, not triggered by anything visibly, where I knew something catastrophically bad had happened.
Two helicopters began to fly above the home, and they both attempted to land in the yard. One helicopter clipped a tree and crashed on the suburb streets. The operators of the other then landed and redrew their attention to their fallen comrades. One of the dead was the son who was returning home. Armored military vehicles began to flood the streets, and general social chaos ensued. An unmarked, old, steel bus pulled up to the corner where I was standing, and the driving implored I get on it. About a dozen people of the neighborhood entered the bus along with me.
I grabbed a window seat, and the bus headed towards the city overlooking the suburbs. We entered the city on a highway ramp, and I saw strange flying objects hovering above. They were small drones, about the size of a large fish. The fronts were a sleek, bluish-silver metal contraption with camera portholes, but the back were translucent and rubber-like, mimicking the curves of a fish tail. The inner bones were visible, and they were very thin, flexible metal. They were held in the air by a force that ignored gravity, and they moved through the air by utilizing their tails with little force. It literally looked like a fish darting around in water. The city itself was not overly futuristic; it reflected a society where the common man had much more meager forms of technology available to them then their leaders/aristocrats.
As the bus neared the city-level streets, we attracted the attention of the police. Another side of the bus driver was then revealed, as he began to aggressively evade them. We soon became overwhelmed, and he turned into a parking lot that connected to a series of alleys. He made a 90 degree right turn into a tight alley in a massive bus! I was very confused by this, and I think this may have been when the other passengers disappeared. He raced down the alley, with endless law enforcement on our tail. We came to a small, dilapidated vehicle garage. We exited the bus and rushed inside and closed and locked the door.
I immediately noticed this was the garage from the beginning of my dream sequence, and I remember why I am here. I knew why the bus driver took me here. I ran to the back of the room, hit the button, open the secret compartment, and retrieved the disk. I then took the disc to the control panel for the conveyor-looking mechanism (Not quite the modern garage), and insert the disc. The driver's true form is then revealed to me. He is an extraterrestrial of some sort, looking more metallic than organic. The machine began to emit a slime that was every color of the light spectrum.
The police were swarming around the garage and trying to gain entry by any means. Me and my companion began to smear the slime all over the doorways and the walls. We would then electrify it with the machine, and it would solidify and be stronger than any known metal. I remember droning in and out of dream consciousness here, but I experienced the sequence of hours(days? weeks?) in which me and this man made the space completely impermeable by covering it with the slime. The sound of the military trying to break in became more and more faint as we added additional layers. As we became more comfortable with our level of solitude, I began sculpting beings and electrifying them, giving them life. At one point, I even made a copy of myself and used it to see what was happening outside. I believe we were going to craft a ship of sorts, but I eventually awoke without knowing why they feared us, or what our goal was. By the end of the dream, I wasn't a human. I was a god of sorts who had retrieved a millennium of memories.

I was on a pier people were staring to run the pier was giving way cracking. It made the colloms holding a large long free way over pass give way. The over pass fell to the far side mostly down an embackment i was underneth there were people in there shiffting around running some up the sloppe thew the remains of the over pass, i tryied to see the freeway sign to tell were i was but i was distracted by two small boys perhaps related with shaggy dirty blond hair and brown eyes one younger one older trying to get out but they were lost and were moving down the sloppe not up with the other adults, i tried to talk to them but it was more like i was watching them and not there i couldint help