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??

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.