I'm currently living in India - My dream was I just walked out of an apartment building that looked like America from visiting an Indian friend of mine and when we came out of the building I saw in the sky a huge swirling face my friend said "What is that?" He was frightened and disappeared, I was not scared but at that moment my thoughts were "They Are Here!" (Those that where prophised to come) and that something was really wrong in the U.S., my thought was I wished I stayed in India. I was not scared but fasinated I walked closer to the side of this huge swirling face and saw an Angelic looking man in a small craft. It was like a mini helecopter for one person with legs of the craft going the opposite way of a normal helecopter. Before me was a church these older American men came running out of the church and I said who is that they said "It's Michael, I understood Archangel Michael!" They where excited and tryed to go with him by jumping on the legs of the craft holding on as it was rising up and moving in another direction.

I have had two dreams thus far involving a corpulent queen and the realm she is in. They seem extremely significant to me.1. I was in a large rectangular ballroom. It was disgustingly luxurious and impressive. There were two doors on the left and right side of both of the long faces. I entered in the right door of the south face, and saw a party with ethereal guests. I could not see their faces, but the silhouettes were not quite human. I wandered around aimlessly inside, until the matron of the ballroom noticed me. She would follow me, trying to get me to leave as to not upset the guests. She had no power over me, she could not touch me, she could only antagonize me in hopes I would leave. She would lose vision of me and assume I had left.This is when I noticed the doors mirrored to the ones I came in. I went to the door on the left of the wall, only to find it was locked. When I reached in my pocket, I pulled out the key. I opened it to find another ballroom of equal size and with a slightly different decor and colors. There were no patrons nor tables, and I still had the door open to the first ballroom, and all of it's inhabitants were seemingly unaware that the door was ajar. I felt like I had escaped the matron, and she would never find me.This room, like the other, had 2 doors on the opposite long face of the rectangular dwelling, and I continued to unlock the doors and move forward. There were nine ballrooms, all empty with no patrons or tables and using slightly different but equally impressive decors. I could look through the doors ajar behind me, and see through all of them including the shrinking guests enjoying the party in the first room. I 'knew' that these rooms were the next locations of the evolving party, as in they would slowly move to the next, and the next.. The last room had no doors on the opposite side, it only had an open tunnel leading to a spiral stone staircase on the right. I entered it, and followed it to the next level of the building.Inside the top room was a large, corpulent woman standing at least 20 feet tall. Her skin was grey and diseased. She was a queen. She was not ethereal at all. She saw me immediately, and was absolutely enraged. She destroyed her room in her rage to get me to leave, then she eventually sat on me and I awoke.2. When I go from a human world in my dreams to a nonhuman world, I must always enter from a city. More specifically, under a city. ie. following descending ramps or using an elevator.My memory kicked in at a human elevator with a friend of mine. I wanted to enter it and bring him, but somehow he and I were separated as I entered the elevator alone. As it was descending, I noticed the ever increasing strangeness of what I was experiencing. It stopped, and the elevator opened to reveal the inner workings of the elevator, not the floor I was expecting. I exited, and quickly realized my mistake. The door behind me closed, and I was standing on spinning mechanisms that powered the elevators. They were circular, and they would twist and shrink as they lifted the 8 elevators placed octagon-ally in the circular, roofed, industrial room. As they would contract, I would lose footing, and I would run to an open elevator across the way, only to miss it and be unable to get back. This was my prison. Why would they engineer such a deathtrap with no way of redemption?Change occurred, and the change was as follows. The roof was removed. Instead of the elevator walls there was a futuristic city, filled with the ethereal people living their lives. The floor was still made of the spinning mechanisms, and the city overlooked me like a coliseum. The people began to crowed around the top of the coliseum, and the corpulent queen walked out on the highest balcony overlooking me. She looked slightly different, more youthful, but just as fat and corpulent. Instead of legs, she had eight octopus tentacles. it was clear I was the fixation of everyone, struggling to hold my footing on the mechanisms contracting underneath my feet. I stared at the queen, and she at I. She began to levitate off the balcony slowly in my direction.The inside of the coliseum and the space above the mechanisms where I was began to fill with a blue electromagnetic sphere of energy, engulfing the entirety of the circle. When it touched me, I began to levitate too, and I felt immense power. This energy was how she was levitating as well. Me and the queen slowly magnetized towards each other, as her entire city of ethereal slaves watched from the sides. I blacked out when she reached me, and I awoke in the space underneath the elevator cylinders.The walls of the city were two times higher and I could no longer hear or see any of the cities inhabitants. The mechanisms were above me, and the walls were grey stones with the corners where the wall met the floor curved creating a soft square bowl-like effect to the room. I was already backed into a corner, and there was a man who looked like he had been down there for ages. He had white hair, was very tall, and was covered in grey rags. His one eye was gouged. There was an Iron pot filled with lava, and next to that an art easel. The man told me not to be afraid of the lava, and he was trying to show me it would not hurt me. After I would not calm down, he threw water onto the lava in the pot and it slightly solidified.He then drew my attention to the rectangular Kabba-like object in the center of the foundry dwelling. And on it were 8 portraits on either side. He walked to the easel, dipped his brush into the lava, and painted another then threw it upon the right wall, and it took it's spot. The paintings were black, with the only accents being living lava that flowed as lines. He now let me study his paintings.I do not remember them all, but in the dream they all had specific detail. On the front, there was an Anubis-like being, accompanied by other paintings of strong men. On the side there were 6 portraits of different beings, and there were two paintings of strifeful actions happening between two or more of these men pictured. I then awoke.--I picture the entire city as a flipped cone, with the flat end as the city and it's center being the well of energy the queen used. And the prison is within the point.



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September 2, 2014I'm standing outdoors in the front yard and look up to see clouds roiling across the sky. I call my husband to look and as we watch the sky we see an aircraft breaking over the trees on the horizon to the north. As it comes closer we are trying to decide if it's an airplane of some sort but it is silent. It approaches closer and we see that it is square in shape and realize it's not an airplane but an unknown craft. It's dark in color, black but has a lot of external metallic features and what looks like turrets of some sort on the four corners. It is approaching horizontally and suddenly as it nears us we see it flip around and go down. A plume of smoke and dust rises from where it went down and I ran down the road for a closer look. It crashed a hundred or so yards past my front yard on the far side of the road. As I was running closer to see, there was already several trucks speeding down our country, dirt road and getting there just ahead of me. When I reach the spot there are already people there with shovels and they are digging in the soil below the trees and covering up the aircraft. Standing on the embankment just above the craft are four people dressed in featureless black suits with helmet/masks that look just like "Darth Vader" characters. I run over to the workers who are digging the soil and plead with them to not cover it up but they are frightened and mentally push me back without speaking. The four "Darth" characters stand there silently and motionless but they are "in charge" and the shovelers are obedient. I'm frustrated and back off but keep watching. I walk back home and then to other houses up the road and I am trying to tell someone what happened and about the aircraft but they won't listen and just keep interrupting me.

My only intent was for a precog of anything.

The NDC Forum is a raised garden bed where each letter of a post is a freshly sprouted lettuce (varying colours) or spinach plant in neat rows and they are growing. The header is turning off and on like a billboard.

I know there has been a dream focus on Dallas but for some reason I dreamed of Houston, specifically its port for the big oil tankers. In my dream I knew there was something causing a serious problem and it was causing a flood of tankers trying to unload or load, I am not sure, it was basically a massive traffic jam of tankers. Secondarily there was a serious security worry, maybe war or terrorist attack? because soldiers or private security contractors were setting up small portable anti aircraft systems. I am not sure if the day residue of the Kurdish oil on a oil tanker stuck in legal limbo off Houston effected this dream. I saw in my dream nice warm weather, so I assume fall, so no later than end of October for a date I would assume.

I was wondering around my basement, which was somehow not my real basement, but one of my kids had just finished playing in the basement. I walked around downstairs to find something, and out in plain sight, a huge cobra snake, darker in complex. I shuffled to the right, but there was another of the same kind, albeit much lighter gray. I backed up and there was yet another, all out in plain site. I was very glad my child had not been harmed by the snake, they were so big.
I looked around to figure out what tool I would use to kill these snakes. I wanted a machete, but when I envisioned swinging the blade at the snakes head, that the snake would bypass the blade and sink his teeth into my arm or body. I needed a great big rock. But what if the rock missed...the snake would slither to somewhere where I could not reach him. What a conundrum. I did seem pretty calm in this situation because I would be freaking out if this was in real life.

I was outside, summer months, sunny, noticed many Air Force plane squadrons flying overhead composed of many different airplane models, which is unusual. (As I'm from an Air Force town, I associate this with war starting or underway). I was working for the Air Force and overheard high level discussions about budget issues. The Air Force needed additional budget increases to adequately engage in the war, and the increases were not being approved.

9/2/14 3:27 a.m.

President Obama overrides the 22ND amendment of theConstitution, via Executive Order, and runs a third term.He is able to do this because there is a major attack on the United States and martial law is enacted.
The Pope becomes Obama's right-hand-man which results in an apostasy of the Catholic Church. Chaos ensues.

In this dream, I was in a hospital. I had become more ill and had to be taken in immediately. My family came to visit me, so I assumed that things much be much worse than I thought, because they hardly ever go out of their way to visit me. I have some favorite kimonos, and in the dream, I had them brought to me in the hospital and displayed by my bedside. I had two of my white ones and one baby blue one. Each featured lovely cranes and blossoming cherry trees, and I was able to calm myself and relax as I looked at them, but I was still in a lot of pain for some reason. I'm not entirely sure what was wrong with me.

My grandmother came to my bedside and I thought that she might have something to say to me, but instead, she asked me for one of the white kimonos. I was happy to let her have it. I would still have a white one (Which was my favorite) and a baby blue one. I was upset, however, that she took it and left without so much as saying goodbye. Out of everyone there, I felt like I needed her there most of all.

After she left, I was overwhelmed with pain and my vision of everyone would get blurry then clear up... until finally it all went blurry and then went black.

I woke up with all kinds of tubes and monitors attached to me. I felt woozy but wasn't in so much pain, so I figured someone had given me some medicine at some point. I looked over to see that my mother leaning on a bed across from me talking to a baby wrapped in a hospital blanket. I immediately knew that I had given birth while I was passed out. She was telling my baby that she was more beautiful than this person or that character. She had a huge smile on her face... and part of me thought this was very cute, and another part of me was annoyed with her considering that she hardly had a relationship with me and didn't care to. I thought it was odd that she would be so interested in my daughter, but I certainly wasn't going to say anything about it. I was hardly in a condition to argue and it seemed like I would need help with my daughter because I was very weak.

After a while, my mother left and I was left alone with my new baby girl. She was so cute with an adorable button nose and cute pointy chin. She had just a little bit of brown hair on her head. She looked so peaceful while she slept and while I looked at her, I completely forgot that I had been in any kind of pain. I didn't want to bother her, I felt like her birth had been traumatic and she needed to rest.

As I looked around the room, I found a large fish tank. Inside, I saw a nice sized koi. It's face was a bit weird somehow and it's whiskers were very large considering it's size... as I watched it, I noticed that there was a fake log at the bottom of the tank, and inside was a green frog. This frog... looked weird as well... it had a very large mouth. I was a little grossed out by it. I've had pet frogs before, but this one just looked so strange to me... it just didn't look right. And though it gave me the creeps, I just couldn't stop looking at it for some reason.

As I stood there looking at this frog and trying to decide how I felt about it, I felt a sting on my finger. I pulled up my hand to see a nasty-looking black beetle gnawing at it. Its jaws were going a hundred miles an hour and this really freaked me out. I quickly thumped it off into the fish tank and the frog came up and swallowed it whole. I checked my finger. It was a little pink where the beetle had been chewing at it, but no real damage had been done. I looked at that ugly frog again with a new-found appreciation. Maybe it was ugly... but now, it was so ugly it was kinda cute. It had, after all, eaten that nasty beetle...

I watched it squirm and settle in the tank next to the fake log after eating that bug. For a moment, I could feel emotions coming out of the frog and I could see thoughts come out of it, like little thought bubbles. The more I watched it, the more I loved it. And, of course, it would be after I had sort of bonded with the frog that the fish would notice it. The fish was a great deal bigger than the frog. Apparently, it had decided the frog was on the menu.

The koi fish sucked in the frog with its big mouth and I tapped on the glass as hard as I could hoping that it would somehow make the fish spit it back out. I was so upset now... but just as I was about to walk away feeling depressed, the fish spit the frog back out. The frog, when swallowed, had somehow puked up it's insides which looked like a bunch of hair-like tentacles. It was really nasty to look at, but clearly it had been effective. I wasn't sure if it had startled the fish into spitting it out or if it just tasted/felt nasty... but I didn't care. The frog was back!

The fish swam side to side in the tank... as if it were aggravated and pacing. Then, after a while, it attacked the frog a second time. The frog was not as energetic... probably due to having just eaten a big meal and fighting for it's life after being swallowed. This time, when the fish opened its mouth, it expelled a bunch of tentacle-like guts as well. Now, both of these creatures were fighting with their tentacles... but the koi clearly had the upper hand because it had more tentacles, they were longer, and the fish was at least 3x as big as the frog... I watched, horrified, as the koi's tentacles overtook the frogs and dragged it back into its mouth. This time, the frog would not be coming back.

My heart sank, and I slowly made my way back to my hospital bed and sat down before waking up.

(THEY) COME UP FROM UNDER THE GROUND.