Kindly note that these experiences occurred after listening to about four minutes of Hemi-Sync (Monroe Institute).(Note: My intention expressed was to seek additional information about the brilliant red glow erupting from the seas, Pacific Ring of Fire.) From my journal/notes:
Hypnagogic imagery: morphing and spectacular, sparkles and a bright orchid background color, with scapes seen beyond. I could not obtain clarity, though.
Scene #1: In a city outside of the Tri-Cities, Upstate New York. I am frenzied, looking for batteries. I am told I need double As and triple As. I check a Price Chopper (grocery store), then next door in the strip mall at a Rite Aid. There, I am told to check Aisle 90 for the batteries. The store seems familiar but wrong; and the clerks there seemingly taking off masks, to reveal mean and ugly people. Malicious. I return to the grocers to also buy cereal.
Scene #2: (I am having trouble reading my own notes) A male voice heard, and I am semi-lucid, writing it down. Accompanied by intense inner vibrations. Voice said, "A known; the earth changes will be irreversibe".
Scene #3: I see a shocking Want ad posting (from an unknown media) asking for Marxist revolutionary types to apply, their employment needed asap. What the heck?
CJ; The Cosmic Jukebox is Wang Chung, Everybody have fun tonight. Double what the heck?
Scene #4: My bantam chicken named Mary, is curled up and dying, and I am told it is from "blood symptoms".
Scene #4: An audio, a male voice, young, appears to be around 30 years of age, stating, "Something's happening". No imagery accompanying his announcement to me.

Brief recall of (likely non-relevant) dream-experiences from Saturday night, per my journal:
Scene of my coffee table, living room. Two apple pies still steaming from the oven on top of table.
Next scene (several hours later)...an old fashioned mirror, set up at an unknown campsite.
CJ (or what I call the cosmic jukebox, songs that "play" vividly during my dream state, some of which I am unfamiliar with, causing me to spend hours attempting to figure out the songs after awakening). I had been unfamiliar with this song; previously, I had googled madly, using the lyrics remembered until I found the song): The Promise, When in Rome. (it does have a spiritual component, I think.)

My dream started with me taking a quick shower and getting dressed just as the flood water reached my floor in my building. I am aware of it and knew that it was coming so I was preparing everything I could in short notice. I am calm but have a great sense of urgency to get everyone out on time. I am unable to retreive a few items before the whole bathroom is filled with water. I make my way to an upper level that is open to the outside where there is a blue sky. I help my neighbor, who is Asian, choose easy, quick food items to cook for our journey and we dash up more stairs to the top floor. We meet the last two people of our group and make our way onto the roof with their suitcases. The water is right at the edge of the highrise now and we start to make our way across to another building that somehow is safe even though it is lower than our building, seems magical or something. One lady in our party is deranged and wants to cut the line that we are using to get across the water. I talk her out of it and we live.
It is night time next and I am with a more militant group. I witness what seems to be an exorcism inside of a storefront with large windows in a brick building. I watch as they take this person to the floor and a bright yellowish white flash eminates from the body. Moments later a dark shadow figure leaves the body, runs out, notices me, and begins to attack me. I am thrown to the ground and stomped on by this evil being. It has no face, no features, but is totally livid at the fact that it was stopped by our group and just stands over me menacingly. Then I woke up with the most horrible sense of dread that something bad was coming.
Interestingly enough, I spoke to my sister who had a dream about a beach, that was in asia, that needed to be evacuated because there was going to be a flood. She mostly saw simple huts but there was a prominent, large hotel inland a ways. She also dreamt about bathing and spirits in a dream prior to that one. Same night as my dream.
ANd believe it or not, my nephew dreamt of fighting a possessed person and killing him only to have the evil spirit be released into the world. He awoke with the same dread that I had.
Never had so many interesting coincidences in one night amongst me and two others. There were more but I wanted to keep it simple.

One of my dreams last night was that George Lucas had been operating a nuclear facility disguised as a small family farm called StarFarm. I recall feeling horrified for the family with small children who lived there as the plant's guardians, and also for the public's safety.

8/30/14
After a dream I had this morning I thought of the Bible, Acts 2:17 - And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams.
It sure would be helpful right now if I were an artist. The dream was so visual and the colors so vibrant, like the colors were alive. The only two colors were white and blue. The blue was a lighter shade of Google blue.
I saw what looked like a TV screen without a housing. I then saw faces flash on the screen one after the other. The faces looked like they were drawn with a blue ink. The whole face was not blue, the face was white. It was outlined in blue, the eyes, mouth, eye brows, etc. I think it was about 12 different people.
When the faces stopped appearing on the screen I looked upward to my right. I saw what looked like bright white clouds. A huge trump appeared in the clouds, it was not any certain color, and it looked like energy. In trying to describe the size of the trumpet, the only thing I can think of is airplanes I have seen in the sky. You could easily fit 100+ airplanes in the space of that trumpet.
Then behind, to the right of the trumpet I saw the clouds open to a very bright space. I knew what was going to happen. I thought, that is Jesus and I am NOT staying here for this. So I ran toward the opening in the clouds and walked in. I was so happy to be there again.
End of Dream.
When I woke up and was still here I was very disappointed. Now after prayer and remembering my purpose here I can smile again.

I SAW THE OCEANS AND ALLTHEMUSSELS, OYSTERS ANDCLAMS DIED FROM A DISEASE. THIS I ALL I REMEMBER FROM THE DREAM.

From my notes and recollections: intense hypnagogic vibrational state (for those of you unfamiliar, the Monroe Institute, which studied this phenomenon and continues to study the phenomenon, documented this: Common aspects of the experience include being in an 'out-of-body' body much like the physical one, feeling a sense of energy, feeling vibrations, and hearing strange loud noises [GT84]. Sometimes a sensation of bodily paralysis precedes the OBE [Sal82, Irw88, MC29, Fox62].
From the hypnagogic state, I am "shown" a gold school bus, set up more as a city bus, with the numbers 888 where the city bus' destination ought to be, front - top.
5-6 hours into the sleep state, this experience: my mother (crossed over 2009) and my father (crossed over 2003) were with me as we were "moving" to Canada, Saskatchewan was the sense of the destination. Moving is a constant (and I mean CONSTANT) theme in my dreams past three years. (Moving generally means "big changes coming"). Our van was loaded up with cardboard boxes of belongings. We arrived at our new house, 40s styled construction with a small attached garage. House situated on a small lovely lake. Town of 3,000 people. We offloaded the cartons of belongings, leaving them on the garage apron. We jumped back into the vehicle to explore our new town. By the time we returned a short time later, a great flood had ensued. In horror, we went into our new house, finding it wringing wet from the flood. Although the house was about four feet from ground level, standing water was present in most rooms. The house was ruined. Firemen were there, saying it was a once in a thousand years event. I asked myself how this could happen in the 15 minutes we were gone? Knowing it would be impossible to reside in the flooded house, we started to repack up our belongings, still in cardboard boxes, to head back.

I was afforded a little nap today and had this dream. It kinda hurt my feelings since I sort of like Robin Williams and the dream wasn't so great. I hope it doesn't rub anyone the wrong way...

Anyway, in the dream, I was married to Robin Williams. He seemed like a good enough husband and was funny and delightful for the most part... but we had gotten into an argument about something and I got angry. We were living in my parent's old house and we were in the room that would have been my brother's room, except that I had the children I have now and it was one of their rooms now. When we fought, I got frustrated with him and went outside to get some fresh air, bringing my boys with me.

Robin followed me outside and we argued over something before I got frustrated and looked away just in time to see my youngest son confront a spider. The spider looked like a fuzzy black wolf spider and had two white spots on it's back. It jumped on my baby's face and bit him right on the cheek and I freaked out. I snatched him up and ran to Robin and begged him to take him to the hospital and he didn't seem very worried about him. His eyes looked cloudy and weird, and though I begged and cried, he just seemed to not really care. Maybe he thought the spider wasn't poisonous? After a while, he asked me just to keep an eye on the bite and let him know if it got any worse. This REALLY aggravated me... but I rubbed some Benadryl cream over the swollen, red area and decided to do what he said.

Afterwards, I went outside to find the spider and kill it. My boys, including the one that had been bitten, were back outside playing on the porch. I decided I would sweep, and as I swept, I talked to Robin... but then I noticed an old metal pail in the grass right next to the porch. There was a little bit of water in the bottom of it and a cobra. A freakin' baby cobra! I ran to Robin and pointed to the pail unable to say much of anything. All I could do is stutter. HE looked at me very confused, so I grabbed his hand and brought him to the pail, pointed, and said "COBRAS!" He looked shocked too, but didn't say much of anything. The pail now had about six or seven baby cobras in it and I noticed another in the grass next to the pail. I turned my broom and tried killing it with the handle, but was unsuccessful. Then I noticed my youngest son crawling towards us in the grass. I yelled for Robin to grab him, but he just stood there. So I whacked the snake as hard as I could just before my son got to me, and stepped over it to grab my son from the grass. As I lifted my son, however, the snake popped up and bit him on the foot. I KNEW that cobras were venomous. And begged Robin to take him to the hospital. Again, he didn't seem to want to take him to the hospital. He sighed and acted as if he just couldn't conjure up the energy. He looked depressed. I was thinking to myself that I would have to divorce him... and it seemed like a lot of our arguments were about divorcing.

I ran inside and ran a Google search about cobras in Louisiana and how I would go about slowing the flow of venom until I could get my child to the hospital. Since Robin wouldn't take him, I would have to... but he got angry and insisted that he be the one to take him to the hospital, as if he didn't want me to leave the house or something. He begrudgingly got ready to leave and as he did, I wrapped a cloth tightly around my son's leg to slow the flow of venom.

I remembered that my other boys were still outside playing and panicked. I ran back out to call them inside and poked my head out just in time to see my oldest son get stung by a scorpion. This was the worst day ever and I was about to lose my mind! I snatched up the two boys, and quickly tried to take care of my oldest son who had just been stung by the scorpion. He would need to go to the hospital too. When I told Robin, he was even more depressed and acted even more like he didn't want to take them to the hospital... but he also didn't want me to take them for whatever reason so he reluctantly helped me prepare the oldest son to go with him as well.

I went to check on my youngest son who had been bitten by both the spider and the cobra. He had two tiny blistered areas on his face from the spider bite and his face was swollen. His eyes looked dark and he looked sickly. His foot around where the snake bit him was turning a purple-black and my heart sank. He needed to be seen immediately! Robin slowly came in and looked at him too, but didn't seem nearly as freaked out as I was. We loaded the boys up together and I watched him leave with them in a very nice vehicle. I was worried that he wasn't taking this seriously and that he might not be rushing to get them to the hospital and get them the help they needed before it was too late. I thought that I might need to follow them to make sure my sons got the help they needed before it was too late...

I had this dream the other night. I intended to dream about "The most significant news headline in three months". I'm afraid I can't recall all of this dream, but in it, I remember realizing that I was blue. My entire body had been painted a bright, deep, royal blue. I was in a group of people that I didn't recognize, but it seemed like we were meant to be together, like we were all friends working on a project, but none of them were blue. It was only me... and I thought for a moment that maybe I should be embarrassed, but I wasn't. It seemed like I was SUPPOSED to be this color, though I'm not entirely sure why. While I thought about it, I had this crazy idea that I must be blue because I was a mermaid! In the dream, that made sense to me somehow... but then I studied myself from a third person perspective... I certainly wasn't a mermaid because I still had legs. Also, mermaids wouldn't be entirely blue... half of me should have been normal, and the other half should be fishlike. I had already sort of amused myself with the idea of being a mermaid, so I just decided that I would simply buy a costume and be a mermaid anyway. If nothing else, it might be fun to march around with fins, especially if I were going to be this wild blue color anyway. Then I noticed my face. My eyes were different. I didn't have my natural blue/blue-grey eyes anymore... they were a strange, bright, almost glowing gold. Thinking about it now, It seems like it would have looked pretty freaky, but in the dream, I thought they were lovely and it would just add charm to my mermaid costume.

After studying myself for some time, the group all gathered and started planning some movements. It now seemed that this was some sort of military group, but our focus wasn't on attacking anyone, rather, we were on a mission to study the enemy, predict their movements, and evacuate civilians according to what we had learned. Other than me being painted blue, everyone was dressed in a very normal way, so it shocked me to find that I was in a group like this. We worked very quickly and quietly trying to keep everyone around us unaware of what we were doing... maybe to keep them calm. But I cannot remember much of what we did until we were attacked.

We had set up many different surveillance sites at what looked like a massive playground. There were many play-houses, some with built-on swing sets or slides... we had some basic equipment set up in these things. There was also a small building without a door... maybe it was a park or a school playground? At any rate, this seemed like the best place to watch because it was a prime target of the enemy, whoever it was. We were attacked from above by bomber airplanes... but not jets, they looked like old bomber planes with propellers at the nose. They were gray and had a symbol on the wing, but I can't remember the symbol. They reminded me of the model airplanes my father used to make and I thought it might be an American plane. We could hear them dropping bombs off in the distance and the explosions kept getting closer and closer, so I told some of the others in my team to round up the civilians and take them to safety while me and the others set fire to the playhouses and buildings nearby. In the dream, this made sense because I thought that if the planes flying overhead saw the fire, they would think that they had already bombed this area and pass it by, possibly saving lives. I ran into the tiny building without a door. On a sort of pedestal was a huge copy of the Qur'an. It felt like we had been reading it in order to somehow anticipate the enemy's attacks and battle strategies. I was going to set it on fire knowing that it would burn quickly and easily and quickly burn down the little building. After setting that on fire, I ran to help others set different play sets on fire. Our plan seemed to work because I watched a couple of planes fly over us without bombing the area we were in.

My intention was to dream about WHEN and WHERE the next food crisis would occur. I can"t tell if my dream was an actual dream or if my conscious, rational brain was quietly working when in and out of the hypnogogic state. Either way, I kind of respect the findings herein, but at the same time they might be suspect, so proceed with caution.
The date was the first thing that popped up. I saw a group of ladies trying to decided when they were going to start something, and they were all huddled in front of the computer, looking at a calendar. The lady working the mouse scrolled down to September 30 th and said, "This is the date!" One of the others said, "That looks good, but let"s go ahead and start it on the 29 th (of September)." I believe that 2014 was assumeed.
A period of time went by as I went in and out of hypnogogia throughout the night. I kept remembering 29 Sept, 29 Sept, etc. Then somehow I realized that there was no location there (except there sort of was….the computer or internet is something like a location)…
So I kept intending on WHERE on 29 Sept. Eventually, South America was pronounced (no visual indicators, just the words "South America") and the most highly suspect is the country…somehow Paraguay jumped into my mind…no visual, no audio…just Paraguay.
As I was waking up, I found myself connecting the South America invention headline from Proj August (that would be PA Headline #22) with this next food crisis. I find this impression very interesting, but I"m not sure this all wasn"t just my rational brain making it all up wile most of me was asleep??