second dream on June, 23.2014 ~ 04:30

Im in a african village. Huts of brushwood around. All the inhabitants standing around me and the
chief of the village.

My task is to cut a tip to a huge tree which should become a spear.
This was difficult, because the upper (smaller) end of the tree was not even but had a step in it,
like the tree was broken.

On the other hand, the knife was really really sharp and it cut the wood like butter.

My attention concentrated to get the right pointy tip. It should not be too thin - the spear
would break when it stuck into the target - and not too thick - the spear would not
penetrate the target.

There have been some throws with the spear and it seemed to be way too heavy for me. I forgot some
further details. I got a meal from a big pot.

The weather was always hot and dusty.

June 23, 2014 / ~ 04:30

went to bed with intention to dream events from August 2014.
Had 3 dreams this night. This is the first one.


Trousers

We - a small group of about 5...10 people are in a larger building.
There are no windows in the open holes in the wall. Nor are there doors
or doorframes in the open walls. There were at least 2 doors (holes).

Inside the building the hallway was very wide and high. Like in an old school.
The rooms were also very huge. Most of the time we stayed in a kitchen. Oven in
the middle of the room. Spare furnishings. An wooden table, chairs, a cupboard.
There were higher floors, but we stayed only in the basement.

The walls in all the rooms were painted: White in the upper part, like the ceiling
and in some dirty brown-beige color in the lower part. It reached about to my
shoulder. The walls were very neglected, the color chipped of and some rifts were
visible.

In front of the building the terrain is like a construction site. Hills of
gravel and rubble, holes in the ground.

The doors lead directly to this terrain. But the terrain is about half a meter lower
than the floor of the building. Like the outer floor was missing or removed.

The weather is dull. Heavy dark grey clouds hang low. Rain is coming.
We have to work together. There was some kind of delivery and it was deposited directly in
front of the doors in a semicircle.

The delivery consisted of "trousers" and some other stuff. Could not see in detail because
the ware was bundled.
All these goods barred the entrance. First we had to remove the not so water sensitive goods
from the entrance to get the "trousers" in the building. It was a hard working job but we had
at least a wheelbarrow.

June, 21. 2014 / 03:21

Intention to dream about August 2014.
And to remember unspectacular dreams too!
(Mostly I forget about them....)

I'm a long distant runner on a sportive event.
On my back and chest are sheets with a number. Can't see the number, just the
sheets.

I'm running between flower beds and borders of flowers on white graveled paths.

Lots of flowers all around, red blue, yellow, all colors.

Its a wonderful park at the shore of a lake. Can see the water from the path.

There are nearly no people around. That makes me wonder - am I running on an
event or not? - seemingly I'm the only one who knows!

The few people that I meet are ignoring me - it seems to be normal to meet
joggers in the park. Every thing is normal. No stress, calmness all around.

The sun is shining, a few white clouds at the sky.
A soft breeze from the water, not too hot and not too cold.
Perfect weather for running. I'm not sweating, it's easy to run.

I don't know how far the distance is nor do I know when I started or when I expect
to reach the finish. I'm just running.


Remarks:
I'm not sure if this has something to do with August. But it is remarkable,
that I'm no jogger. I don't like to run. I like walking, hiking and biking, but
_NOT_ running.

03/21/10
It started in the Mountains of Yellowstone Utah.
People started getting sick, but not any sickness known to man. I escaped after I looked up and saw men in full-bodied suits, catapulting down from helicopters. I knew that whatever this sickness was they had something to do with it.
I left to go find my husband, but for some reason I did not have any knowledge of my children.
Along my way I met a few other survivors. The pandemic was just starting and spreading fast. People were scared, but the smart ones just stayed far away from the other sick people. There was something different about all this, I could feel it!
I traveled with a few other survivors, but as soon as we got to a town we scattered. In search of our loved ones. Somehow I met up with my hubby, but he had caught the sickness. And even though it was in its earliest stages, I decided to run from him too, and hopped onto a motor bike. I just wanted a safe place to hide!! One place I hid in had other people hiding there and some of them was sick. I told the people, that were trying to care for the sick were risking their own lives, and should all leave before its too late. Some listened, while the ones who did not soon found out what I was talking about. (Just like a horrified Zombie Movie!)
I would then have to find another place to hide. Even the animals started getting sick!
I finally found a room all empty so I brought the Bike inside, and hid inside the closet with my bike, just as I was starting to relax, I saw my hubby walking by through some blinds that could see out to the hallway. He was a zombie and was walking with another zombie girl. I thought to myself: "They must still be human with human urges & memories, but non-human none the less. I started to relax again, just then a woman and some other person, came bursting in the room screaming...they were being chased by a mob of zombies. They tried shutting the door, but the mob was too heavy and the zombies pushed their way through. Right then I revved up the bike and drove over the mob, pushing my way through. As I neared the exit, I noticed I was in an Elementary school. I then looked for a clear path out the door then I saw a pair of twin girl zombies, guarding the door hand-in-hand like the "Shining" (by Stephen king)
They saw me and started running after me, but I revved up the bike and knocked them down as I drove by.
As I drove out side into a warm, sunshiny day. Then I saw the person I first escaped with, but unfortunately, she was a zombie. I then neared the gate to the school and slipped through. Some other people were on there way out as well so I decided to ride along with them. 1 lady was saying goodbye to her husband and petting his face. He was sick. She could not do much more than that. It was then I realized I could have said goodbye to my husband but I did not know what it was at the time, and felt regret. As The others tried to explain how the sickness was caught through open wounds blood contact kissing, sneezing or coughing.
The husband told us to "just go" and pushed the wife away, she pet his face again, and we drove away...the end. Then I woke up

June 22/23, 2014
Plastic Hand Gun Training

A bald guy is giving us (three women including me) handgun training using red plastic handguns that have a very large bore (an inch and a half, at least). At one point, with a snarl on his face because we just aren't getting it, he grabs the gun away from me and places it slant wise up close to a dummy head to demonstrate a close up shot. The guns were never fired in the dream.

I can't remember a lot of this dream, but I remember that there was a big fuss on the news about some small statues that had somehow unearthed themselves in central California. The statues were maybe two or three feet tall (not very big at all) and were ancient. I felt like they just popped out of the ground overnight. They were made out of carved stone and had an ancient American Indian feel to them. They were very interesting to look at. They were near a cave and I want to say there were about eight of these small statues making a circle, then a ninth off to the side near the entrance of the cave and at night, its eyes would glow as if its purpose was to either help someone in the circle find their way to the cave or someone from the cave find the circle.

Anyway, the news reported that aside from finding these artifacts... strange things were occurring around this area at night time, but it didn't say exactly WHAT was happening. There were several brave people who would dare to spend the night in the circle. Some would say nothing happened, some were traumatized, and some said their eyes had been opened. Normally, I wouldn't want to have anything to do with something like this, but in the dream I felt compelled to go and spend the night in the circle myself, and so I did.

I made it to the circle just as the sun set. It got dark very quickly and while I admit that the place felt very creepy, I didn't see anything that really disturbed me. I thought it was a bit creepy that the 9th statues eyes lit up. Many people couldn't take it for whatever reason and left very quickly saying it was too scary. I was going to sit on the ground to rest, but noticed that there were several black scorpions running around. It didn't surprise me to see scorpions because even though we were in a clear area, we were near a forest and scorpions do love logs... but what bothered me is the fact that the scorpions were jet black. I've only ever seen brown scorpions that easily blend with dead leaves, but I guess it is possible for there to be black ones in California. After making a note of the scorpions, I looked up at the sky. The stars were moving. They were changing just over us, but I don't think anyone else noticed. It didn't bother me at all, for whatever reason, I thought it was about time for a good change.

When dawn was about to break, I decided to go home and write about what I had experienced there. It wasn't much, it wasn't as scary as everyone made it out to be, and I thought it was important that I share my boring views for whatever reason. I would spend another night there some other time just to see if I could find any strange occurrences. After I wrote about my experience, a woman came to thank me and take the printed document from me. I couldn't imagine what she would want with it... but she put it in a binder and signed it as Obama and I was offered a job.

Basically, I would go and investigate all of these weird things going on around the world and write about them as if I were Obama... giving him credit (Good or Bad) for all of MY views. Well, I thought this was ridiculous... but then thought that maybe it could be an opportunity for me to help get him out of office. I asked to look at the binder she was carrying with her. It was about 6 inches thick of "Obama's" recent ventures and of the "Media's" views of him. These weren't just some peoples adventures with his name on them, this was a complete collection of recent stories concerning his presidency... both good and bad.

When I asked the woman about the news articles, she laughed and asked me if I believed the media. Well, no, but there seemed to be so, SO much more than news reports going on in this binder... because it didn't matter what someone wrote about Obama, whether it was good OR bad... it was all for the same purpose. ALL of the stories were in the same binder... what could that mean?

I was a bit disgusted by the binder... I asked about people writing things to have Obama kicked out of office and she blatantly told me that it was very, VERY unlikely that he would be thrown out of office, in fact, it was more likely that he would serve a third term. This made me sick to my stomach, but then she went on to say that under the very unlikely event that he were to leave office, that there was a "back-up plan". Something big has already been set into motion, and so, I could write whatever I wanted to so long as it was interesting enough to "captivate everyone's attention". It didn't even matter if it were true or not, but she suggested that I write uplifting things like the statues not being scary to give everyone "Hopeful stability".

After thinking about it, I refused to work for her... even though I was promised that I would be well taken care of as far as money. It just felt so wrong. She told me to reconsider and get back to her because it would be better that I take advantage of the situation and get the money, rather than make a stand and suffer without it. Someone else would happily take my place, and my taking a stand would amount to nothing but my own suffering in the end...

I was pretty upset when I woke up...

I am walking through a busy school hallway just as the morning bell rings. A few students are running late, rushing toward class and I'm walking in the other direction on my way out of the building. I'm searching for my car when I look up into the sky and see several silver blimps orchestrating an attack. This wasn't an earthly attack, and I flee the area. They are searching for a particular frequency or thought and soon, whoever or whatever they were had spread everywhere, including into the sewer grates. We were soon protecting a single person, minding our words and thoughts so we could remain undetected. It seems as if someone broke the silence and I woke with them coming toward our sanctuary. We were bugging out.

If this dream is related to Project August, it probably wasn't anywhere near my area of the Northern Hemisphere. The morning was darker than a summer morning would be in these parts, school was in session, and I felt like there was a chill in the air, llike the chill of fall was upon me. But since I've had real problems remembering anything these last two weeks that wasn't very personal, I thought I'd share. Be well.

Date: 2014-06-22
Time: 1004
Type: Standard, linear, POV

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Date: 2014-06-22
Time: 0528
Type: Standard, linear, POV

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Date: 2014-06-22
Time: 0227
Type: Spliced, linear, POV

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