Dream 07262014
In this dream, my mother and father (deceased) have gone away on a vacation. While they are gone, I decide to buy a new car even though I"m already driving a relatively new car. I"m in a Ford dealership and I write a check for a down payment on a Black Ford. It"s one that has to be ordered so I drive away in my current car. In real life, I drive a 2011 Silver Nissan Sentra, but in the dream I"m driving a black car. During the dream, I"m wondering why I would buy a second black car? I rationalize that it must be so that I can loan my car out, or so that I can have a spare. I wonder if I can afford a second car and think about the 3 day rule of returning a car. I"m experiencing buyer"s remorse. I wonder if I"ll lose my deposit?
The next element is that I find myself in a courtyard of apartment buildings. There is a group of people (maybe 12 of them) scattered evenly around the large courtyard. They are acting out Bible passages. The courtyard is so big that I can barely see the two speakers at the far end of the courtyard. The actors are walking around reading out loud from the Bible, and acting out a passage. I noted how each of the actors would pace around constantly even when not reading. I felt like I was a new participant with no speaking parts. There were some large trees scattered near the buildings but none in the center on a sunny day. Suddenly, there was a commotion and all eyes turned to the sky. I saw a swarm of something (Black Insects?) moving from my left to my right at the speed of a swallow and they zoomed into an actor"s body a-la the "Green Mile" and the person started to writhe on the ground. The actor was to my right.
Moments later, another swarm did the same to me and I fell down. I could feel them moving inside my lungs but I did get up again. I found myself talking to a doctor and commenting that maybe I was attacked because I had been a smoker? But there were other smokers present and not attacked. The doctor asked me how I felt, and I told him I still had those things inside me. Maybe I wasn"t worthy to be an actor in one of those religious readings?
Another dream element was when I was being told my name was "NASH". I told him (the doctor?) that my last name was Montalvo, not Nash. Then he said that was my Spanish name. My real name is "Nash". I then recall him thanking me for helping him to realize his real name was "Henderson" or "Hamilton".
The next thing I know, both of my parents are back from vacation and I"m wondering how I"m going to tell them about the attack, the car, the real name? I"m again thinking about the 3 day rule and wondering if I should back out of the deal for the black Ford? One less news to break to them. That"s when I awoke.
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In this dream, it was Christmas time. My Christmases have been pretty cruddy the last several years because I don't really get to spend it with my family, but I make it a huge deal by throwing a giant party every year for my husband's family and our boys. I count pennies every year to put together activities for all the kids who come over and a Thanksgiving-like feast for everyone... after all, we are celebrating the birth of Christ, so I give my very best on this day, and my second best on Easter Sunday.

In the dream, my husband was forcing me to go to the mall. He wanted me to buy things for myself for a change. He's done this before to only have me come back with Christmas gifts for him, so in the dream, he had already made arrangements for me to enjoy different activities. He had brought some of my homemade medicines and canned foods with him in a bag and had planned to barter for my gifts. I thought it was so that I wouldn't feel guilty about having money spent on me.

As we walked around in the mall, I started to get a bad feeling. When you go into the mall, people are usually running around window shopping or talking to one another oblivious as to what is going on outside of their conversation... but in the dream, people were eyeing one another and there was a heavy tension in the air. It made me a bit uncomfortable, but I tried my best to ignore it. My husband had me look at jewelry and shoes, but in all honesty, I am not a jewelry or shoe girl. What I really wanted was some new software. I had studied animation and programing before I became a mother with the intent on building clean, educational games for children... but for some reason, that seemed impossible now. Computers were worthless and in the dream, what I really wanted was seeds. Lots and lots of seeds.

We went from store to store looking for seeds, but I doubted very much that a mall would have them. I wasn't upset though, to be honest, it was nice to have my husband to myself for a change and have him try so hard to make me happy. It was cute.

After running around for some time, I noticed lots of people flooding into the mall. They did not look happy. They were glaring at one another and staring hard at each other as if they were sizing one another up. Then chaos broke out as the people who looked less fortunate started to attack those who looked as if they were well off.

There were only a couple of attacks at first. I had gotten scared by this and told my husband we needed to leave ASAP. But he looked at his watch and said that he didn't want to leave just yet, he had made arrangements for me to do something fun.

We walked into some sort of room and were attacked from behind by a man who looked (and smelled) as if he were homeless, but I got the feeling he was not. Something had happened and he was down on his luck and felt like he needed to steal Christmas presents. He mistook our bag of medicines and food for presents, but once he learned what was in there, it was as if it had become even more valuable, and he wrestled my husband to the ground over it. I felt sorry for him, and asked him if he would stop if I gave him some medicine and a jar of preserves, but that was not good enough for him... he wanted it all. He was starting to hurt my husband now, so I grabbed some sort of wooden stick that was on the ground and got after him.

I felt horrible that I had to do what I did... but he left me very little choice. He was only knocked out, so I left a jar of medicine by is head (which I'm sure was now aching) and watched as my husband dusted himself off. He still did not want to go home, so I followed him through another door.

We walked outside through a heavy-duty back door. There was a HUGE adult bouncy house shaped like a ship... and it was even roughly the size of a ship! I wondered for a second why he would go through so much trouble to have me play in a bouncy house of all things... but, I mean, BOUNCY HOUSE! I could probably count the times I have ever been in a bouncy house on one hand, also, I wasn't going to waste this gift my husband had worked so hard on. He seemed awfully proud of having rented it for me, so I put on my biggest smile and climbed in bouncing my way to the top. Once at the top, I smiled and waved at him every time I bounced high enough to see over the edge of the ship. It's not everyday a husband gives his wife the feeling of being a kid again. This was a precious gift!

Unfortunately, I didn't get to enjoy this feeling for very long. A crowd of people came in from my right and started cutting the ship which caused it to deflate. It would have been unwise for me to go through the ship while it was deflating, so I had no choice but to stand at the top and avoid the pieces that were trying to fall over on top of me. I did not want to be smothered to death by tons of plastic.

Once I was low enough to the ground, I jumped ship and met my husband and we then ran inside together.

Things were now even worse inside the mall. It was like a war in there. People fighting people for Christmas presents, food, and miscellaneous things. It ruined Christmas because it defiled everything it was meant to represent. I felt like if people talked to one another and asked for help, they would get it... but the kicker was that the attackers were in a panic for some reason. They would not calm down and see reason, I knew this because I tried to talk to a few, but nothing I said seemed to matter.

I was very upset that I could not help the situation... and it didn't take long for my husband and I to be noticed and attacked. We ran room to room looking for an escape, but had a very hard time finding a way out of the mall for some reason. Eventually, we were separated and I was cornered by a very aggressive woman in one room. She tried to attack me over and over again, refusing to listen to reason. After a while, others joined her and had me pinned to a wall while they raided my pockets and stole some of my clothes. But, as luck would have it, they were caught off guard as the room started to deflate over them. As the room deflated, the ceiling caved in, knocking metal beams and lights from overhead down on us. I was able to escape, but the aggressive woman had managed to dodge everything and came after me.

I met up with my husband again outside of the room. The entire mall was deflating... and some of the crashing lights had set fire to it, so it was also burning all around us. The smoke was very chemically and was burning our eyes and noses. It was all we could do to get out of there alive... but we had somehow managed to hang onto our bag of goods.

Once outside, we could breathe, but the woman still chased after me. Now she was even threatening to kill me. As I ran, some cops caught her. They were rounding up people by the hundreds - all of the less fortunate that had been attacking people in the mall. And while the people certainly had it coming to them, I was not angry at them at all. Even as that vile woman screamed profanities at me while the cops dragged her away, I felt sorry for her. I imagined that she had children and was hungry. I thought of them not having food or clothes, let alone Christmas presents, and I wanted to cry... but she had done the wrong thing by attacking us. I would have happily shared what I could with her had she asked.

A dream that came in on May 19. This one is short.
I dreamed of standing in a street looking up at an apartment building made of brick and concrete and glass. A residence with several floors. It is dusk, almost night, and lights are on. It seems to be an urban area, and I'm standing on a hill next to the building. Suddenly the building explodes, blowing out rooms, doors, windows, and people. I see a little girl, looking like a doll, flying by. Someone tells me to look up and I see hundreds of black dots flying in the sky, way up high. I ask what are those and the person near me says "missiles." My dream ends.

(I had this dream May 17, typed it up meaning to send, but just found it again.)
My body is flying over an urban area, near an oil refinery, but houses and neighborhoods around it too. Then suddenly, I"m at a church nearby, white walls, lots of people, people getting out of cars going into church for church service, maybe it"s a Sunday. I am inside the church, which has a basement with extensive series of rooms and storage. Food storage, freezers, water. I"m in the basement hallway looking out a double glass door at the end of it, next to the parking lot.
Then suddenly, I see a nuclear explosion near the refinery, mushroom cloud, flash of light, the whole works, then the shock wave sweeps away everything outside, I see cars and people tumble and crushed and blow away, the people already in the church and most especially in the basement survive. Moving to the basement, I take stock of what is there, advise people to stay away from going outside. People do it anyway. Some people are in a panic. There"s no way to tell how much radiation contamination is outside and coming in. The doors are not secure, opening and shutting as people go out and back in. I talk with one lady emptying a freezer, sliding out trays of meat, we discuss how to preserve the thawing meat, racks of bacon. Maybe cook them? I"m thinking of dehydrating the meat.
Then I"m outside with several people, the sky is overcast, one man has a motorcycle and insists on leaving, he is distraught. No one can stop him. It begins to sprinkle, and I tell people to get inside as the rain will carry radiation particles in the clouds to the surface. I come to the conclusion that we can"t stay there, we"re going to have to leave the shelter very soon because of the radiation and I keep telling people that, but we will have to walk as there is no vehicle to take us anywhere. I don"t want to leave, but keep thinking we only have a few days to live. The desire to stay is quite powerful. The dream ends.
In the real world, there is a nuclear power plant in New Jersey across the river from an oil refinery in Delaware that I pass on my way to work every day. Maybe I"ve been thinking about it too much.

a recuring dream , had about ten of these around the time of the tsunami's. dreaming about anything and this immage inserts itself into the dream. i look up and see a huge wave rise up off a normal ocean like the waves they surf on in hawaii, no white cap just a massive wave rising up so fast and impossibly huge. this dream was on the 26th july. this dream i was standing in a random hallway, doing what i dont remember. i look to the end for some reason and the end of the hallway now looks out towards a coastline and the wave just starts rising in the distance maybe a mile or two away.

I currently live in the Portland, OR area, work for myself, financially well off, plus paying off the home mortgage early in the next year. However in this dream, I am living in downtown Seattle. I come home from work on a Friday, and I am just sitting down to relax when 4 black people come in the front door. A mom, her dad, her brother and her son to start looking around the house. I figured I must have left the front door unlocked, and I ask them what they are doing. She replies that they are considering taking over the house payments since it has so mush equity. I told her that I only missed one payment and I have this month's payment. She says the rules have changed and she can have this house if they like it. I then start helping each person out of the house throught he fr5ont door, as they don't want to leave.
After they are gone, I consider contacting my real estate friend to ask him about delaying this process thorugh a bankrupcy lawyer, if that wil help.
I get the sense that the timing for this dream is in the next 12 months. I don't have concerns about this dream happening to myself, and I have enough cash to pay off the mortgage now, I just would have a pay a early payment penality. I think this dream is to prepare me for the shift in the economy/ financial markets.

In my dream, I was walking along a highway, and I saw some great commotion in a field to the right of me. There were a few fire trucks, a lot of police, some helicopters, and quite a few Federal agents. I wandered into the field, to get a closer look. I thought there was some sort of fire, or something happening with either a herd of cows or horses. As I approached a bunch of white, unmarked vehicles, a tall man with a military feel about him, walked up to me and asked me what I was doing. I asked him what was going on, and he told me there was nothing to see there, and I needed to leave. He grabbed my shoulder, turned me around, and escorted me out of the scene. After that happened, my dream changed, and all of a sudden, I was in a submarine, underneath the ocean. I was standing next to an Asian looking guy, and he had a very distant, cold look to his face. He was operating the sub, and was standing in front of a radar. He was mumbling something about being underneath the sea for a long time, and he was eager to get back home. I remember watching the radar, and seeing nothing but emptiness for a long time. I started to feel claustrophobic, and pitied the guy who had had to endure the cramped quarters and empty radar for who knows how long, when, suddenly, a MASSIVE image appeared on the radar, and we were headed right into it. I was instantly teleported out of the submarine and into the area of the massive image, which turned out to be a HUGE underwater city. I was swimming in the deep water, and found an entrance to the city, so I swam inside. At first, I saw just an empty city. No inhabitants of any kind. Then, suddenly, I was maliciously greeted by mermaids. Not the typical, beautiful mermaids, but mean, demonic looking mermaids. I panicked, and once again, I was thrown into a different dream set. This time, I was in a small town, with an old-Western type of feel. I was operating a cart on the side of a road, in front of a small bed and breakfast type place, and I was selling popcorn. I went through a few customers, and once I sold my last bucket of popcorn, I decided to go into the bed and breakfast to see what it was like. It was a VERY small place, with only 2 or 3 bedrooms that were rentable to the public. The main feature of this B&B, was it's closeness to an old railroad, and it offered rides on an old steam-engine train. It was very classic, and I loved the place. As I was heading out of the B&B, I saw some commotion in the lobby, and made my way into a small, barrel-shaped side room. Inside this room, was Hillary and Bill Clinton. I asked them what they were doing, and Hillary replied that she was there, awaiting the results of the Presidential election. I proceeded to yell at her, telling her that she wasn't good for the country, she was no better than Obama, and she did NOT have my support. She just stood there, smiled and nodded. As soon as I got done yelling at her, to my dismay, someone came inside the room to inform her that she had won the election. She was to be our next President. At that moment, she hugged Bill, and they proceeded to gather their things and leave, and that's when I woke up.

I woke up from this one a bit dazed and confused. Like so many dreams, I feel like I can't remember very much and wondered if I should even put it in. Unfortunatly, there is so much in this dream that I am really just unable to put into words, because even seeing what I saw, I am not entirely sure how to put it into words.
In the begining of the dream, my husband and I had a fight. I was very upset and enraged over something he haddone that he absolutly should not have done. It was bedtime, and I was trying my best to stifle my anger towards him. Not proud to say that what he had done was so bad, that I had a difficult time controling myself. Probably the most difficult time I have ever had, because while I lied in bed looking at him, my mind bounced back and forth between wanting to rip him a new one and just packing my stuff up and filing for divorce. I dicided to rip him a new one.
Mid slap-fest we heard noises in the house and forgot about our issues for a moment. I heard noises coming from our master bathroom, and cautiously inched to the door, peeking inside to see movement in the glass shower. When I went to confront whoever was inside, the shower was empty, but the hand-sprayer was down swinging on the hose. Someone had clearly been in there.
My husband and I heard movement in the livingroom and we ran in together to find that it was also empty. While he investigated, I walked back to the bedroom. When I walked into the room I looked up to find a figure standing in front of the window. I can't really put to words what this figure was. It had the image of a man, but it was not a man, but it also kinda was. (I know... that it confusing.) I was startled by it, but did not feel like it was a bad thing. It felt male, and he had color about him, but not a color I can really describe, because I have never seen such a color before. There is just no such color in the world that I have ever seen, and to be honest, just looking at this figure made me very tired. It hurt my eyes and made me exhausted. Shocked and confused, I asked the man what he was, but I was not given an answer, I was transported somewhere.
Now I was in some sort of classroom. It felt like collage, but it wasn't. I felt like the classes were too advanced to even be collage classes. As strange as this sounds, the area I was in was half squeeky-clean, white walled, science lab, with the other half being overgrown forest. It was split right in the middle and probably one of the coolest/weirdest places I have ever seen in a dream. There were about three other people with me and it seemed to me like they had been in this class for a very long time. Two of the other students were male, and the other, who I was now partnered with, was a female like me. There was, of course, and instructor. He was VERY old. He had a kind face and long white beard with some grey streaks in it. He also had what I refered to as "mega eyebrows". He wore a sort of robe-like garment and a tiny strange hat on his head.
Though he was kind, he was very serious and never talked to me one on one, instead he lectured the class. Most of what he said was so hard to comprehend that I had difficulty grasping what I was being told. The other students were taking notes, but it was clear that they were having difficulty too, which was a relief to me.. considering they had been there much longer than me. We were being taught about two different bodies - the spiritual and physical body and how they sometimes have difficulty merging. (Or, that is the best way I can describe the lesson anyway) We were told about the spiritual bodies eternal exsistance and how, much like we have different people on earth, there are different spirits. Some spirits are stronger and more intense than others. Spirits were shown to us as being on a constant path of growth changing in many different ways that I am really unable to put to words. But no matter what happens, spirits are always in control of themselves and changing in ways they make or allow themselves to change.
Physical bodies, however, were shown to us much differently. We were shown different human fetuses and how they had changed over thousands of years... and yes, they had changed ALOT. I can't remember all of what the old teacher had told us, but he had said something that upset me because he made our bodies out to be some kind of weird science experiment. I was both offended andintrigued. He went on tosay somethingalong the lines of our bodies being a creationthat was meant to make us experience things in a different way and at the same time restrain us frommeeting our full potential as spiritentities. This was important for our spiritual growth for some reason. We actually needed the bodies wewere in for this growth to be effective and there was a long lecture involved in teaching us why... alot of my focus went into looking at how these fetuses had developed so differently over the years. I had no idea that humans had changed somuch. I thought we had been given a form and that was it. We stayed the way we were from then upuntil now, but it was clear now that we had in fact changed. We had always been inhuman form, don't get me wrong... but the human form had been slightly different thousands ofyears ago. The hands were different and the feet.Pretty much everything had been tweeked at some point, and it had been tweeked bysomeonemaking alterationspurposefully. We hadn't simply "evolved". It was a wierd lesson.
After we discussed this, we were shown some new fetuses. Now we were talking about how the body and spirit "merge". Well, we watched how the fetuses developed. When we first saw them, they both looked pretty much identicle. They were both in very early stages of development. They both had tails. As they developed, we noticed that one fetus was obsorbing the tail, and the other was not. I was horrified. I felt so bad for the baby and was now getting very uncomfortable in the class. We were asked why one fetus had developed correctly and the other did not. None of us had the answer, and to be honest, I was so upset that I really didn't care for the answer, I wanted him to help the fetus that wasn't developing correctly... as if he could. The instructor got aggitated with us and with me especially because I was now being very emotional and not paying attention. He yelled at me to think. I really couldn't. I was so upset... and now I was more upset because I had made him angry and was holding up the class. He then slapped some kind of stick with leather on the end on a desk to capture our undivided attention and raised his voice telling us that the reason the body wasn't developing properly was because it was. Which made no sense. He elaborated telling us that under normal conditions, a spirit enters the body and helps craft the body into it's image, customizing the body to fit its self. Which made perfect sense to me. Then he said that SOME spirits are very intense, very strong and the body will not develop correctly either in an attempt to limit the spirit like it is supposed to do, or because there are problems with a stronger spirit fighting control of the development. In the dream, the instructor told us that this was the reason people were born with physical or mental defects. The brain is a key element in keeping the spirit in check, and though we didn't go over that as much as fetal development... after seeing the fetuses develop, you really didn't need to. He had gotten his point across by searing it into my brain.
After his lecture. I watched the others jot down notes while I stood there watching the fetuses develop. I was dumbfounded. I didn't feel like I needed to take notes, because I would not forget what I was looking at. As I watched the fetuses develop, I felt so sad. One developed into the form of a little baby, and the other one started to obsorb his legs rather than his tail. His legs turned to little nubs and his tail grew longer and I started to cry for him. I wanted him to be normal.
Suddenly, I was transported into some sort of marshy area. I was waist deep in water and greeted my a man who was also waist deep in water. He looked normal from the waist up. He wore a t-shirt and glasses and motioned me to come closer and follow him. I felt like he was some sort of guide, and as I followed him, he started telling me about the area we were in and how ancient it was. And then I looked down into the water and could see that his legs were not right. He had a long tail and was swishing it back and forth to move through the water the way a snake would. He didn't have scales or anything, just a long, muscular tail made of flesh and muscle. He stopped when he saw that I had noticed his tail. I was worried that he would be offended, but he was not. Though, he seemed a bit saddened that I was shocked by the tail. We stood there in an awkward silence for a while before a group of ancient-looking people ran up to him and started showering him with fruit baskets, clay figurines, and gold. He accepted all of the gifts graciously before leaning over and whispering to me that he just couldn't convience these people that he was a guide, not a God. Then he laughed and asked if I was ready to continue. I was.
Wa kept wading through the marshy area and I noticed something swimming behind him. It was a blob fish. It was so ugly... but now I wondered what kind of spirit was in that ugly little thing. As I thought on that, we reached our destination. It was a huge stone temple! It was really awesome to look at, but it seemed like we were behind it. I couldn't see a door for us to enter. The guy looked so proud of this temple and put his hands on his hips and sighed saying that it was a shame that everything was all dried up now. I was about to ask him what he meant, because we had been wading through swamp for what seemed to be hours now. There was water everywhere... but before I could ask, I was back in the classroom.
Now all of the students were packing up their things. I didn't really have anything to pack up, but I helped sort and stack mountains of papers and school supplies. I had found a near-empty roll of duck tape and some asian sticky pads and had crafted what looked like a miniture asian shrine that I was going to leave for the instructor. I was pretty smug at how creative I had been and thought he might like such a neat little thing to keep his notes. I was upset that after I had finished building it, two of the other students had stuck notes on it for him, but I guess that is what I had built it for. Then I started wondering how I would get home... then how I would deal with my husband when I got home... but then I wondered where the heck I even was and how I had gotten there in the first place! That is when I woke up.

Mon, 28 Jul 2014:

Headed into a stadium with Dr. S.J., brother, Dr. S.J's daughter (and thousands of others). Lining up to order food first. It's Barbarito's menu. Sign says "No shrimp or tofu" (fresh), but i see pre packed shrimp and ask for them to make a burrito with the shrimp and rice and just salsa. He mixes it and squishes it all together. Kinda gross.

After i pay and look for a place to sit i notice we are celebrating and watching a presentation for a bicycler's life. He has a Mullet and head phones from the seventies that he uses for riding. The headphones had on old Honda emblem on them made of clear plastic. It also looks like he stitched on a newer Honda emblem next to, and slightly on top of, the old one.

Then the slide show (with accompanying music) shows where he keeps his bike. It's a barn on Gibson Mill Road. It has a rounded top. They show another slide that has another barn and is more angled... it was another biker's garage.

Wake up. 5:32am.

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From 'Awoken' - the Android App: https://play.google.com/store/apps/detai...lph.awoken

We had wildfires in May this year, 2014. A few days after this week of fires, I had a very detailed dream about who caused the fires:

"In the dream, I was standing in the courtyard of a condominium or townhouse complex. A man was walking his white dog and passed in front of me and around the corner. I walked up to see where they went and in doing so, had a view of the hill beyond this complex.
I focused or zoomed in somehow on activity that was going on up the hill. Two men had a white, unmarked, but official looking jeep. One man was wearing what looked like army fatigues, only paler, like a light green and tan combo. The other man was wearing what I want to describe as outback gear, complete with hat.
They walked up to a very large pepper tree and appeared to coat it and the area in some kind of accelerant and one of them was carrying what looked like an ammo box, with a hose attached.
They headed back towards the jeep and them somehow remotely sparked the fire. They drove off quickly. The pepper tree was quickly engulfed in flames, and soon we could see the fire shoot up the side of the hill.
There was a sense of panic as people suddenly needed to evacuate the area. I couldn't believe I had just seem two people purposely set the hill on fire.
In the dream, I had planned to take my child to school, but the new fires prevented me.
Also, I understood in the dream that San Marcos would catch fire again and burn much more this time,