I dreamed I was in a sorta lab setting, playing with something that was proto-flesh, used for creating living organisms. If Playdough is what you use to play with making shapes and forms, this would be called Playmeat. For some strange reason I was making spiders. Huge spiders. Don't ask me why. I think it was something about them being the simplest things you could make or something.

Part of the playmeat got detached from one of the spiders and it went crawling off. I don't think this was a good thing, but I was waking up and the dream ended.

This dream was fairly simple but much less clear than my dream about a August 24th quake. There were crates, like gun grates, one was open stacked on another it contained white PVC tubing around 6 ft long and maybe 4 inch across, but I knew they were filled with something needed, not sure if it was medicine, food, ammo or what? it was in a tent like a big military command center tent guarded by two soldiers or SWAT guys with M4's who seemed stressed. In my head I kept hearing the term "chaos". I have no idea if the chaos was a pandemic, a total economic collapse, a terrorist attack with WMD's or WW3 and no idea what was so important and needed about what was inside those protective tubes. I felt this was late September or so (my hope was to dream about events somewhere around September 20/21 maybe in relation to Dallas events or a economic collapse. I cannot imagine water being in these tubes or ammo I would think either food being protected from something like maybe nuclear fallout or maybe medicine for a pandemic or radiation sickness (the soldiers were not wearing medical masks). If anyone has ever seen anything stored like that I would appreciate that info, I have been involved in disaster response and never seen anything stored like that, it was almost as if someone just said "hey I know how to protect it lets just throw it in PVS pipe and seal the ends. Like I said main thing was voice I heard the just kept saying "chaos" just ike the voice that said "24" in my head about the quake dream.

Thu, 28 Aug 2014:
Drifting in outerspace above earth.
In a discussion about the "new earth" with another human soul.
We see a graph with a perfect sine wave on it and this is how our relationship with Archons was shown over time.
The high peaks are illustrations of lots of activity around fear and attachment. The peaks also represented a very fast paced life.
The troughs showed a slower more deliberate time where our understanding of self and the universe was almost completely and thoroughly known (and we were in control of the parasitic Archons).
There was a dotted line near the bottom of the trough. We were shown to be right up against this line right now. Once we dip below this line, those who seek "knowing" will "explode" into the slowing down cycle and become whole. Those who do not will be completely confused and lost.
*wake up*
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Notes from my journal, last night: Hypnagogic: intense inner vibrations, centered at solar plexus, with some lighter vibrations, upper chest (heart chakra); limited hypnogogic imagery observed, a white-blue illumination encompassing the whole of the room. Exhausted, I fell deeply asleep. I found myself successfully closing a huge oak door with my elbow. I became lucid; and "saw" my elbow raised into the air from the mattress completing the task "in real life". "Half there; half here". Two dreams involving people I know from the "here-now" which I will not go over, due to relevance. Hypnapompic state: no vibrations detected upon awakening. This from my notes: Biloxi, Mississippi. I looked up into the sky and observed massive birds of prey. These were low flying and HUGE. I was trying to figure out what they could be. Vultures? No. Vultures are not birds of prey, and these clearly were They were several times bigger than real life birds. Mostly light grey or medium grey, and cream. Kites? (Sea Eagles?). That did not fit either. The birds commenced swooping down on my helpless chickens. They were doing so out of ruthless bloodlust, but not for food. So big in size, when they unnaturally perched upon roof peaks, they looked like people (in size). Scared, I was trying to dodge them too, same time I was trying to save the chickens. It was all for nothing. Whatever these birds were, the chickens were left maimed, ripped apart, and dying everywhere. I set up a makeshift hospital for the poor things, wondering how I could save their lives. People would show up on the sidewalks outside the fence with the victim birds clasped in their hands, handing them to us over the fence. Then, oddly enough, a Stanley Steemer truck pulled up outside the fence too. The driver made a "hole" in the chainlink fence to get through. Without asking, he walked right into our house. But, no one had called him, and the house had no carpets! It did not matter; he was resolute.

My intention was to incubate a dream to explain yesterday's linguistics "

Based on a prior dream, I intentioned to dream about steps I needed to take in order to be more accurate in my intentions so I could get better results.
In my dream, I am in the kitchen of what is apparently my grandfater-in-law. My two brothers and my wife are with me. I don't know why but I think of the figure at the kitchen table as my grandfather-in-law. It is not my wife's grandfather that I have met, and I've never heard anything about her other grandfather. I never get a really good look at this figure.
My older and younger brother have both poured glasses of water out. There is very little water left in the pitcher, and I fill up my glass as much as possible. It is not actually water, but is soda water, which I drink.
I notice through the window that there is a tree in the back left corner of the backyard. It has large yellow fruits on it, which I recognize as being ponderosa lemons. I myself have a ponderosa lemon tree in my backyard, and frequently juice the lemons so I can make a form of homemade lemonade out of them.
I see there are multiple ripe lemons on the tree. I think to ask my grandfather-in-law if I can take some of the lemons home with me. In addition I want to pick a lemon so I can juice it and put it into my drink, along with some stevia. I was going to call my grandfather-in-law "Grandpa", but for some reason my wife does not approve of me using that term for him.
At this point I notice that a pitcher that was in front of me is now full. It is soda water once again, I say to my brother "oh, you made some more", knowing that this was done with a soda stream, something else that I have. I pour myself a full glass, and think that I need to add lemon juice and stevia to make it right.
I took this dream to mean that I should drink lemon soda prior to going to bed, or possibly that I should drink that or something else instead of drinking a glass of wine so I could improve my results. I had read the "ingestion" forum the day before having this dream in addition to doing the intention.

I have been doing Dallas intent.
For the last 3 dreams I have gotten some very jumbled and weird dreams. The only thing that was consistent was the thought "serial killer".

1) setting was in a Victorian looking place and dress but in a modern city/town. I was being used as bait.
2) setting was a modern city/town and I was looking for a story for a news report.
3)I can not remember any setting or location, just the words "serial killer".

It has been a very restless 3 nights.

This may, or may not, parallel or complement the experiences of your other dreamers. Since Nov., 2011, I been spontaneously going oobe during the sleep state. Last night, in an effort to participate more actively with this project, I utilized guided hypnosis techniques to improve lucidity as well as recall. The results were merely a C plus, because my sleep was poor and disturbed last night. I have no explanation for it. These miscellaneous notes from my journal:
Hypnagogic: intense vibrations cycling around 33 cps, from feet to neck, but not to head. Hub: heart chakra, rather than the usual solar plexus region. A shift, which feels almost physical, with a sense of an explosion, top of head. It is not a physical explosion, of course,but it feels that way. For novices, it can be rather disconcerting. For me, when it first began, it was downright frightening.
Dream Scene #1: viewing a man's thumb on a recession in an instrumental panel; perhaps, on a screw holding the laminate or metal together, or a button. Instrument panel (dashboard?) (close up view; I could not see anything but this point of view) was silver and contemporary if not futuristic.
Dream Scene #2: I saw the word TRADEWINDS. I have no idea whether it referred to the legendary bar in St. Augustine or physical tradewinds, and - if that - where?
Dream Scene #3: I "saw" the term: Per Mare. (by sea)

This dream happened a long time ago. I don't remember how long, because it's been so long. But, it sticks in my brain like it happened yesterday. I don't remember how the dream starts, and I don't recall any specific dates in the dream. I will try to recall all of the dream, despite the lack of dates.
Here we go:
I was living in a HOT Earth. There was severe heat that was plaguing the entire planet. The heat had become so intense, that people all over the planet were dying at a rapid rate. They were dying so rapidly, that a specific burial had become the norm. People were placed in black body bags, and loaded onto rafts, which were floated down major rivers and waterways, into the ocean. These rafts would hold about 5-10 body bags, each. Death was EVERYWHERE. I remember awakening on one of these rafts, but I was not in a body bag. I removed myself from the raft, somehow, and found myself in a slum-type portion of a city. I remember being with someone, I don't know who, and asking them how we were supposed to fix the over-heating Earth problem. The person I was with told me that we needed to speak to this old Chinese guy that lived deep in the slums, and he would hold the secret. I made my way to this Chinese elder. As I spoke with this elder, he told me that there was a man-made shield that had been constructed around the planet, to reflect solar energy that was causing global warming. However, this shield technology had backfired, and was causing the planet to actually heat up faster and more intensely than it had been without the shield. The only way to save the planet, and all of it's people, was to get Hulk Hogan's son to go into orbit, and physically bring down the shield. (why Hulk Hogan's son, I will never freaking know.) So, I left the elder's shop, and sought down the Hogan family. Once I found them, I convinced Hogan's son that he needed to board a space shuttle, enter the ISS, and do a spacewalk to dismantle the shield. Once he agreed to it, I saw him start his spacewalk. The shield around the planet was made of some super-light material, that kinda resembled an ultra-thin plastic, or like...bubbles. Hogan's son floated toward the shield, and simply popped it, just like a bubble. Once he penetrated it, the whole thing collapsed, thus saving the planet.

I am now trying to play catch-up with the blog, recording unusual dream experiences which I have recorded in my journal. From Friday night, a white sign held up (dream experience) with only one word (black letters): POGO.