16 Aug 14
Dreamt that I was out of body flying across the planet; even had the feeling of the shift but realized it was a dream. I looked down below and saw a desert with spots of green plants. My mind said it was Africa. I wanted to go to an outcropping of rocks that I saw in my mind and sure enough I went there but I was deposited just under the ledge of the outcropping and had to scramble up the side. The rocks were loose and I kept losing my footing and handholds but I felt that it was no problem, it"s just a dream anyway so no problem, I"ll make it to the ledge; and I did. I climbed up and on my right I notice a small black box laying half buried in the sand. I go over and dig it out and it looks like a hard drive but it looks like it could have been there for centuries; way past when they had been invented. As I"m holding it I look off to my left and there is a small, young purple dragon. I think, how cute is this dragon!? Then I turn to dive off the ledge, part of me wants to climb down but another part me dares me to dive because it"s just a dream anyway.

16 Aug 14
Dreamt that I was looking up at the sky and there was construction of huge "bracelet", a huge metal structure that looked like a metallic bracelet and my mind referred to it as "The Bracelet", being placed into the upper atmosphere for protection from something. Everyone on the planet was participating in the project. There was a sense of peace and stillness with the people but it was also like the calm before the storm feeling.

In my dream last night, I was living down the road from an all-girls foster home. I don't know the place, nor date, but the environment had a desert feel. I remember going for a walk down a dirt road, when one of my neighbors asked me if I had heard the news. I told him I hadn't, and they proceeded to tell me that one of the buildings that the girls slept in had caught fire in the middle of the night, and 390 of the girls had died. Shortly after that, I was living in what appeared to be a seaside/cliffside, VERY small town. There was a small earthquake, the people around me were saying it was only a 2.2mag, but it was significant enough to damage nearly all of the buildings in this small town. The townspeople all came together after the quake to repair all of the homes.

I don't remember much of this dream. I was running with some others and we were loaded onto an airplane. It seemed like we were very poor and hungry. I had somehow discovered that the seats in the airplane were stuffed with gold bars and paper money. A few others had seen the money, and soon everyone was fighting and clawing to get some of it. I had a small children's bag and stuffed it full of money and gold, placing the diapers, wipes and cups that were already in there over my stash thinking that no one would think to look there. I felt like someone would find it on my person if a search was done.
For some reason, I kept hearing or feeling something about Libya. Maybe I was in Libya? I'm not sure. We were taken somewhere, and we had to ride down an elevator of some large building. Some of the people I was with was very nervous about carrying the money with them. We all meant to use it to help those less fortunate, so we weren't being greedy, or not ALL of us were anyway... but we felt like if someone found the money on us we would all be killed.
We were escorted to these large buildings. They looked like huge metal sheds or maybe storage areas. There were soldiers guarding the area, and every once in a while they would come inside our little building to scope things out. We had found another hidden treasure in an old box in the building just as a guard came in. We waited for him to leave before opening the box. Inside was what looked like an oriental calligraphy set. There were six different paints and they were all metallic - red, blue, yellow, green, gold and silver. I was the only one who knew calligraphy, so I was given the paint set. I used the gold and wrote an arabic 'n' on a piece of paper. I told everyone that I thought I could save us if I learned how to write in this language and promised to work as hard as I could.

This is my second dream about hiding in a tower and alien visitation. This time the tower was architecturally beautiful - glass and chrome in the shape of a dome on a pedestal . I was standing by a glass door and saw lots of shocked people rushing by . I opened the door and asked what was happening . Someone told me that lots of light beings had arrived and that Elvis was with them , he had the most beautiful blue eyes and was singing.

This takes place in what appears to be a conference hall or abandoned theater. The architecture is decidedly Italian. (I used to live in Italy).
It appears that there were about 7 collaborators, all caucasian and speaking english. There were 2 women, one a red head, and one man was balding middle aged with a little extra weight who liked wearing blue?.
They were waiting on delivery of a component material by a courrier. My point of view was from the couriers perspective. What was delivered was about 2 kilo's of a paste or gel like substance, possibly the detonation charge. There was a discussion among the members as whether to use all of the fissile material or a reduced yield. It was decided to use a reduced yiels as large numbers of casualties was not the intended goal. The goal was to be a wakeup call to ????. I never saw the device but was aware of the division of the fissile material for the reduced yield. The perps were intending a suicide event and would remain with the device. They wanted the courrier to remain with them. There was a long sequence of escape efforts on the part of the courrier which was successful. I was aware of the detonation from some distance away near a river bank that had a waist high wall....Then the dream went into unintelligible activities after which I awakened.
The date of the dream is 08/15/2014

I had several dreams last night, but forgot most of them due to the fact that my youngest son was feeling fussy and I allowed him to sleep with me. He decided that he would flip upside down several times in the middle of the night so that he could kick me in the face.

In one of my dreams that was interrupted by a karate kick to the nose, I was dreaming that me and several other people were running while fighting whoever was chasing us. I couldn't see who was after us because they had black sheets over their heads. We had gotten a moment to rest and in a panic I fell out of consciousness in the dream into a sort of meditative state and someone was telling me something about the gold being all gone and how we would never get the gold back. It was told to me in a simple phrase, and I snapped out of it and started digging around to find a paper and pen before I forgot EXACTLY what was said, but with everything going on, I ended up forgetting the short phrase, and tried to meditate again, but all I got was that something bad was coming and it was coming fast and we all needed to run. I snapped out of it and was unable to meditate again for whatever reason. I thought it was because I was in such a panic... but I was in a panic when I accidentally meditated the first time. I got frustrated that I could not reenter whatever state I was in when I was told those two things and decided to gather everyone up in order to start running again. My oldest son was with me and had some sort of weird tube. He was very thirsty and asked if he could go to a river and use this tube to drink, and I told him he could. When I got everyone ready, I looked for my son next to the river, but he was gone. I could see small bubbles coming up and was sure he had fallen in. There was a whirlpool in the water and I just knew it had sucked him in and as I watched it, I saw his elbow and I reached out to grab it and missed. There was no way that I could reach him without going in, and I knew that I would probably drown too if I did, but I tried to reach further and further into the water until I slipped and fell into the whirlpool. Just as I hit the water, my baby kicked me in the nose and I woke up. I was pretty upset that I hadn't been able to save my son in this dream.

I fell back asleep after rearranging my son's sleeping position, and this time dreamt I had to take this statue of a woman to some place overseas. Wherever I was, everyone spoke in a British accent. I didn't know my way around and had a hard time figuring out where exactly I was to deliver this statue. As I wandered around, I met some news reporters who started following me and asking me questions about the statue and what I was supposed to do. Well, I didn't know a lot about the statue other than the fact that when I had received it, it had been very ugly and I had painstakingly painted it to make it look very realistic. I had painted every hair individually and perfectly and was especially proud of the peachy complexion I had given the woman. She looked as if she were alive. I was fairly certain that I would never achieve this sort of accomplishment ever again in my lifetime... and while I thought about it, I started getting a bit upset that I was having to deliver this statue to someone else now. The more I thought about it, the more attached I was to this perfect statue and the less I wanted to do what I had been sent there to do.

The area I was at had a brick foundation and what looked to be hundreds of nicely kept apartments. I don't recall seeing any roads of vehicles, just beautiful red brick walkways. It seemed like everyone here lived in cute little apartments. They all looked identical with white siding. They were all spotless and the bricks looked as if they had just been swept. There weren't many people walking around... but there were little tables set out all over the place with fruit and vegetables on them. They were all made into very nice displays. I was thinking that these must be stands for buying food, but wasn't sure how to go about buying anything because there was no one at any of these stands to take money. I thought maybe they worked on the honor system of something, but since I couldn't be sure how things worked here, I decided that I had better just leave things alone. I didn't need to get into any trouble.

It seemed like a day went by and I was still unable to find where I was supposed to deliver this statue. I had left this little village and rented a scooter and drove through a village to a tiny Asian buffet... on my way to the buffet, however, I noticed this HUGE empty store or mall with a huge banner hanging across it. Written across the white banner was "Coming Soon!" in big bold read letters/characters in both English and Chinese. I thought that was kinda weird and wondered if maybe the little Asian restaurant was moving there or if some much bigger company was going to take over this mall. I was in a hurry to see if the little Asian buffet was the one who ordered the statue, and decided my curiosity about the mall would just have to wait. I went inside to talk to the owner of the buffet and was told that they had, in fact, been the one to order the statue... my heart sank because now I would have to part with my beautiful masterpiece... but at least I knew where it was going... although, I was not entirely happy that all of my hard work was only going to amount to a decoration at a restaurant. It felt like a slap in the face for some reason. It seemed like my beautiful statue was meant for greater things. The reporters rushed me again outside, but I was really too upset to entertain them much, so I hopped on my scooter and went back to the village.

The statue was life-size, and as I dragged it across the bricks to somehow magically load it on my scooter, I was met by an elderly man and woman. They invited me into their home and talked to me for some time and offered to let me rest there for the night, I happily accepted and thought to myself after meeting them that I wanted to stay in this villiage. It seemed quiet and peaceful. Everyone minded their business and were very kind to one another. It was a pleasant relief from the hectic life I knew back in America... I asked how I would go about getting a job as a farmer... but the couple just looked at me as if they were confused by my question. Everyone grew their own food here and there were no farmers here... We all went inside and talked for a while and I went to bed.

I woke up early in the dream in order to ship the statue. I had somehow gotten it to shrink to about a foot tall figurine. There was a little basket on my scooter, so I wrapped it and put it in the basket and drove back to the buffet. I noticed the mall again. Some of the lights were on now and it looked like some stuff had been moved in over night, but it still looked abandoned. The "Coming Soon" sign was still there, but someone had added an additional "Grand Opening" sign above it. I thought this was creepy for some reason... but I guess I didn't really have a reason to think that.

I walked inside the buffet to deliver the statue. The owners of the store weren't overly excited to have her... and this offended me a bit at first. I had gotten her to grow back into her life-size form somehow, and decided to get one last good look at her. It was the first time I noticed her clothes. She had a white top on with red stars, and she wore a short skirt with blue and white stripes. Her outfit... wasn't what I would consider to be modest, and I was a bit embarrassed by her now. She was posing with her left hand on her hip and her right hand was holding up something... maybe a cell phone? I can't quite remember.. but it looked as if she were mocking the Statue of Liberty. I was just so ashamed of this statue now... but it got worse... someone had come through the door and a blast of wind came inside and blew up her dress. She was anatomically correct... I could feel myself blushing and I just wanted to run and hide. I felt so embarrassed that I didn't want to have ANYTHING to do with her... but there's more. Between her legs, was a big, giant man-hand. It looked like some guy was about to grab her lady parts. It had not been painted... just a grey, stone man-hand. I just couldn't take it. I was so embarrassed to have had anything to do with this statue now and was ashamed to have been seen with it. I could NOT run out of that buffet quick enough. The reporters were outside, and I broke through them to get to my scooter and go back to the little village. I hoped that the statue would just disappear... or that maybe whoever bought it would slap some decent clothes on it. I cringed to think of anyone ever looking at it... even though my painting had made it beautiful. It seemed like I didn't know what I was painting... I certainly would not have had anything to do with it had I known what it would be in the end...

I returned to the village very upset. I thought about how I had not eaten in three days and thought that maybe if I got some food I might be less depressed. I had seen the food be wrapped up the night before, and it was put back out on the little tables again. (Each table had a white table cloth which was lifted to enclose the food every night, then laid back down during the day.) There were a lot of pineapples for some reason. All I could think was how I couldn't live without one of those bright, juicy pineapples, so I walked table to table trying to figure out how to buy one. Some of the tables had little baskets on the end. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to put money there... and if so, how much money.. and was American money even good here? I just didn't know. The old man found me and I explained to him how upset I was because I had a bad day and I also hadn't eaten for three days. He asked me to follow him back to his home. The table in front of his home had a few pineapples on it and one big pot, one medium pot, and one large skillet. They were each on preset burners and filled with water. He explained to me that everyone shared these pots and skillets AND the water in them, and I could see in my mind other people using them and the water getting all funky from all of the different foods they cooked... and the man must have known what I was thinking because he said that the funky water just added flavor... luckily, we were the first to use the pots in front of his house. He chopped the top off of the pineapple and put it into the large pot. The large pot was set to a slow boil. The small pot was set to warm, and the skillet was set very high. As the pineapple boiled, it started melting/dissolving into corn. I wasn't even upset over this... if anything I thought it was pretty cool and imagined that this was probably going to be the sweetest corn I've ever had. As I watched the pineapple melt into corn, the elderly man told me that whatever I do, I must NEVER anger the king, or he would set EVERY pot to be so hot we would be unable to cook. I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to laugh or not. The old man seemed pretty serious...

I was in class, and the teacher was a young woman asking us tough riddles. She started talking about the future and began feigning a Russian accent as if to hint Russia would play a key role in things. She then transported me to the future to glimpse the conditions. I was outdoors during day time, it was cold and windy and dry and the ground was hard brown dirt. There were piles of rubble everywhere but no visible city. A few silent homeless people in rags were shuffling about slowly. One was gathering a bundle of twigs for firewood; the twigs were dry and snapped easily. He threw them into a niche in the rubble to attempt to build a fire with. I walked a short bit and looked around. From here to the horizon was a barren wasteland; the ground had no greenery, was largely tan colored earth in rough chunk like the furrows of a ploughed field but hard like dry mud. There were remnants of the bottom of tree trunk and snapped off telephone poles sticking out of the ground, and scattered rubble. The trunks and poles were all tilted in the same direction like some 300 mph wind or massive tsunami had swept through and scraped away most of civilization here. Later in the dream there was an enclave of well-off survivors who numbered severl hundred, and who lived in a sealed compound under rigid rules. They looked down on the homeless vagrants out in the rural areas and occasionally rounded some up for menial use within the compound.

I dream about a fire behind the walls of a house. The house is always a different house. I know the oil burner is behind a wall and I can see the flames shooting out. I can never find anyone to come and fix it. Sometimes, the oil burner is below me in a basement where it is dark and dungy looking. Someone is always chasing after me to kill me.

Intended 8/17/2014.
Background: A technology colleague of mine, "Fang",(from 30 yrs ago), is a native of Taiwan, and is an avid tennis player.
Dream: I was at an international tennis tournament to watch Fang play. The location was "Obachum" (symbolic for Obama? or U.S.?) The match was quite close, the crowds were very enthusiastic, Fang won, all parties were pleased.
Meaning: Taiwan / Far East challenging U.S. in some matter, U.S. gives in, win-win for all concerned.