I'm on a bus/train and I'm talking to this Asian girl and she is hanging backwards out the window of the train/bus (like a tram actually) and letting her hair blow in the breeze and I think I want to do that to. Then we are at her home. We are outside in the front of it and she has a small pool and it's full of family members. I get in the water. I like to swim but the water is not deep enough it's only 2 ft deep, almost like a hot tub. Then I get into a car and realize I am with a few friends, one is a real life friend Pat and I think my friend Stephen is there too. It is his car and we are in a car lined lane near a field/park and he doesn't realize there is not enough room to drive through and crashes badly into a parked car and I drop a cigarette and it rolls under the seat. I retrieve it. I hope the rug is not too badly burnt under there. He is upset but we go into a shop/diner closeby anyways.
We are there in the shop/restaurant and there is a doll that and it is possessed with something evil. It's an upsetting time. There is something really bad in the air and a feeling of foreboding. After a while others show up and my ex boyfriend is there too. (I haven't had him in a dream in months so it's weird) I introduce him to everyone. Something is going on there like a charity event with almost a party atmosphere. The police come and they hand everyone package like a big unfoldable card, it's some kind of complimentary gift for attending the charity. When I open it up a witch doll flies out and is released and when I close the card, it is like she is gone. Everyone does the same. They think it is a great trick and no one can figure it out. It's an illusion? I take mine apart and find out how it works and when I pull the mechanism out, it's the bruised bones of a doll baby and I know that something bad has been released into the world. I wake up then.

Dreamed last night I was riding in a small passenger plane, like a C-172, that size. The pilot was inexperienced and a bit arrogant, somehow I knew. The guy in the right hand seat was experienced, somehow I knew he was an instructor type. I weas sitting in the back and there was one other person, I think a girl.
Anyways he was flying way too low for safety, and both the instructor and me were both telling him to pull up and fly higher, but he refused to do so. Then he started getting into trouble and started doing improvised aerobatics. Somehow the performance of the plane was a lot higher than a Cessna, it could do aeleron rolls that would leave a fighter jet pilot breathless. I guess at the point I realized that none of this was physical, because I didn't feel disoriented after some of these aerobatic maneuvers.
Anyway I left that dream with both of us basically telling him to fly higher but he refused to do so.

My first attempt at Project August last night.
I had a dream about a group that was performing suicide bombings. I was shown that they were not in the middle east but it did seem like maybe northern Africa. The suicide bombers had a ritual that they would perform. I was in a small bus or van going into a village. The streets were wide and it had a feel of a 3rd world country with people walking in the street among the vehicles. The van stops and we all get out. At that point a tall man, dark black skin and ratty clothes, gets out and stands next to the vehicle. He pulls out a handgun and shoots a passerby which startles the people around the vehicle and then he turns the gun on himself. When he shoots himself, it triggers an explosive to go off in the vehicle. I got the impression that the act of him shooting himself was significant as the bombers believed that killing themselves prior to the actual explosion had meaning. I also got the impression that this bombing was not the only one and that the group responsible has done this before but I was seeing the process in detail. The only other detail I got was that there were not that many people around the vehicle that exploded so fatalities would be somewhat low which confused me.

06/28/08
This dream was aboun amss amount of people togeter in one place. Figs & disese broke out, my hubby and I were in a fight, I think it was over another woman. I avoided him and was furious about the fact, but the more peope I saw comming down with the dsease, the more I worried about my family getting sick.
The sickness attacted the lungs, ovewhelmed the person then killed them. People in full body suits started comming around, but no one seemed to notice them because one of their own was attacked by the disese. It was green and filled up his helmet with green stuff.

14-6-14 incubatie: Wat gaat er gebeuren in augustus 2014
Ik ben op een bruiloft in Amersfoort en heb 2 outfits die ik eerst wil combineren. Een jurk met vestje en een broekpak. Eerst trek ik de jurk aan. Het is een soort perzikkleur met stipjes. Het staat mooi. Dan trek ik de broek er onder maar dat wordt afgekeurd door anderen. Ik vind het zelf ook niet mooi. Wat voor schoenen moeten er bij?
Daar is Ellen (die ken ik van de kinderkerk) in een bruidsjurk, maar ze is niet de bruid. Ik feliciteer haar met het familielid van haar dat is getrouwd. Ze kijkt er heel vreemd bij, als: ‘wat doe je nou?'
Ze zegt iets over de kerk en dat die me van Rome weghoudt. Ik denk: ‘Ja, maar op een andere manier dan je denkt'. Ik zeg er niets over.
Dan steek ik een weiland over terwijl ik niet weet waar ik naar toe wil. Het is omgeven door slootjes en de kanten zijn glibberig. Als ik terug wil is het bruggetje waar ik zojuist over ging naar beneden gezakt want een bootje moest er langs. De man en vrouw op het bootje leggen aan. De vrouw stapt op de wal en vraagt waar ze degene kan vinden van wie ze de aanlegplaats kan huren. Ik zoek ondertussen waar ik kan oversteken om terug te keren naar de bruiloft. We lopen samen een stukje op over de dijk. Daar beneden komt een brommer aangeraced. Het is de boer waar de vrouw van wil huren. Ze loopt terug . Ik zie nog steeds geen plek om over te steken en het begint donker te worden, de avond valt.

TRANSLATION1 (from freetranslation.com)
TITLE: Looking for a place to cross.
14-6-14 Incubation: What will happen in August 2014
I am at a wedding in Amersfoort and have 2 outfits that i first want to combine. A dress with vest and a trouser suit. I first pull the dress. It is a type of perzikkleur of dots. It is nice. I then pull the trousers there (but that is rejected by others. I think it is also not nice. What Kind of shoes should there?

There is Ellen (which i know of the kinderkerk) in a wedding dress, but it is not the bride. I congratulate her on the family member of her that is married. They look very strange when, as: 'what do you want?'
She says something about the church of Rome and that that me target away. I think: 'Yes, but in a different way than you think'. I say nothing about.

I then insert a pasture on while i do not know where i want to. It is surrounded by ditches and the edges are slippery. If i want to return is the bridge where i have just went to dropped because there was a small boat along. The man and woman on the boat to. The wife gets on the shore and asks where they can find the person of whom they berth can rent. I find now that i can cross to return to the wedding. We walk along a little bit on the dike. Down There is a moped aangeraced. It is the farmer where the woman wants to rent. They will return. I still see no place to plug it in and it starts to be dark, the night falls.


TRANSLATION 2 (from Google)
14-6-14 incubation: What will happen in August 2014
I'm at a wedding in Amersfoort and have two outfits that I want to combine first. A dress with a jacket and pantsuit. First I pull the dress. It is a kind of peach color with dots. It's beautiful. Then I pull the pants underneath but that is frowned upon by others. I do not think it's beautiful. What kind of shoes should be included?
There is Ellen (that I know of children's church) in a wedding dress, but she is not the bride. I congratulate her with the family of her that is married. She looks very strange at, like, "What are you doing?"

She says something about the church and that is keeping me from Rome. I think: "Yes, but in a different way than you think." I say nothing about it.

Then I put on a meadow while I do not know where I want to go. It is surrounded by ditches and sides are slippery. If I want back is the bridge which I passed just sunk down because a boat had to pass there. The man and woman on the boat impose. The woman gets on shore and asks where she can find out who they can hire. Berth ones Meanwhile, I can cross to go to the wedding. Looking back I We walk along a bit on the dike. Down there comes a moped aangeraced. It is where the farmer's wife wants to rent. She walks back. I still see no place about stabbing and it starts to get dark nightfall.

WED JUN 25, 2014 - I just remember that I have had many dreams of a large airplane landing on regular roadway out on the country side with two large buildings on both sides. In some dreams, this plane have to take off in a short roadside that really amazed me as this is a huge airplane. Could this be the missing plane that had gone missing?

Date: 2014-06-24
Time: 0841
Type: Spliced, linear, POV/2P

I am a young adolescent (12 -- 14) resembling Dane DeHaan in appearance, on the run from a group of ulta-secret militants who are attempting to capture and kill me. The only thing that I know is that for most of my childhood, I have been specially trained by these people to exhibit abilities that would be considered super-human, and to be used as part of an agenda. My role was to be a special-ops assassin who enters and exits a target location quickly and can physically and mentally outperform any living thing on earth. Having had enough, I finally manage to escape the facility that I was being held at and am now literally running for my life. In fact, the entire scene is reminiscent of a commercial for "

Date: 2014-06-24
Time: 0706
Type: Standard, linear, POV

This dream curiously resembles a scene from the movie "

Date: 2014-06-24
Time: 0341
Type: Flash, quasi-layered, linear POV

I'm on the last hole of a golf tournament with Sergio Garcia, waiting for the group in front of us to finish up. When we get up to what is supposed to be the green, I find that the hole is actually located about 8 feet into a frozen pond, and surrounded by natural debris. After clearing away the debris, Sergio and I get talking about a number of topics, including setting up a meeting with President Clinton, who is attending the tournament (I actually end up shaking his hand later on).

Suddenly, to the right, a bookshelf appears out of nowhere, filled with old, rustic-looking books that I begin to sort through. I toss most of them aside and am about dispose of them when the woman in charge of some sort of "

I dreamt that I woke up to the sound of an airplane flying extremely low. I ran to my bedroom window to see the airplane fly over my house and other houses, just missing them. Then it disappeared behind another house and a few seconds later there was a huge explosion and the ground shook a little bit. I ran outside, and in the dream, I lived on a hill and could see that the plane had crashed into a rectangular building with a flat roof. For some reason, I thought it was some sort of restaurant/ storage building.

As the smoke began to clear, I could see the plane. It was tiny and white. I didn't think that more than one person could fit in it if ANY people could fit in it. The explosion was HUGE for such a small plane also... people began to gather around me on my hill, and as more and more smoke cleared, I could see that ambulances had come. Several bodies were lined up to the side of the building... workers were trying to dig others out of the rubble, and a few people were taken away on stretchers. It didn't look good.

I decided to call my husband and tell him the news. I tried calling several times, but for whatever reason, the phone would always dial the wrong number, so I eventually gave up and decided that I would just go find him so I could tell him myself.

I found my husband in a worn old house in a bad neighborhood. Everything seemed to be falling apart there. When I went into the house, I had found that he had gotten back his old job working as a supervisor for FEMA. I wasn't overly excited about this. Apparently, funds had been lowered. He had an old computer mounted to the wall, and on the ground was a keyboard. An officer would approach the keyboard, and then my husband would use a shop-vac to vacuumed their feet before... they keyed in numbers with their toes.

Well, this was wild. I never in a million years thought I would see something like THIS, and stood back watching semi-amused until I noticed my colored pencils on the floor next to the keyboard! They were in a little tin Coca-Cola bucket. I was a bit upset that my husband had taken them without asking me. Maybe he meant to replace them with better colored pencils like my favorite Prismacolors? I pointed out to him that I saw he had taken my colored pencils, and jokingly said to him that I guess he would have to buy me new ones now as I elbowed him and smiled. He became completely enraged and started cussing me, chasing me out of the house and to the car. I was afraid he might try to hurt me, so I got into the car and locked the doors before he could get to me, then drove off down the street and parked.

While I thought and waited in the car, I watched a court show on a small TV. There was a young, chubby black lady who was on trial for killing a bunch of white women around her same age. I recognized this woman as one of my husband's officers. Maybe this was why he was in such a foul mood? I thought this was so wild because it was on national TV, and it looked like she was being judged by one of those TV judges in a small claims court. During the show, they showed the faces of all the white woman that had been killed. The photos were just of their faces on white backgrounds...almost like mug shots and the list of photos seemed to go on for forever. I wondered how she had been able to kill so many woman...

I saw a pair of tall thin black ladies walking down the street. They were talking about the woman on trial and I asked why they thought she might have killed all of those other women. They shrugged and suggested that maybe they had called her the "N-word". I wasn't sure about this... because, I mean, I don't ever go out and hear a bunch of people saying that word... I thought it was very unlikely that ALL of those woman had called her that. But the ladies said that that was the only thing they could figure.