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

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.