We are at the hotel Days Inn. My friend from high school, Anne, is there. We are tossing around an egg that has been blown out so that it is just a hollow shell. She is having so much fun that she calls our mutual friend from high school, Jennifer, and tells her that she has to come over today later on and meet us at the hotel so that she can see the game and play too. She mentioned something about if she couldn't make it to the hotel to just meet us at our house later on that day. I don't say anything but we won't be at the hotel we are packing up to leave. I don't know why I wouldn't just tell her except that I was excited that she was including me and didn't want to rock the boat. I realize that it is getting late and we have to pack up to leave. Anne is suddenly gone and My oldest daughter is laying on the bed now. I look at the clock and it is 1210. I know that no hotel has checkout past 1200 and I am concerned so I ask her to call the front desk and ask for late checkout. The front desk clerk gets on the phone with me and apologizes for something and tells me that it's been fixed. I had no idea about what he was talking about but I played along because I was just glad he wasn't asking me why we weren't checked out and that he wasn't charging me for another day. I repeat to him that he has it worked out and he responds with yes. I then hang up the phone and start loading the truck. It is 2 parking spaces away (lengthwise) and so I was having to walk to load out things. We had so much stuff in the hotel room. I kept finding my husbands things all over in drawers and under desks. All of his stuff was hidden and I started to get mad that he hadn't loaded any of it up yet but I continued packing everything away anyway. I start taking everything out of the room and placing it right outside the door so that I could tell the front desk that we were out. My other child wants to nurse so I sit on the bed with her and hold her. I nurse her for a few minutes but then I tell her mommy has to get up and pack. She acts mad at me and I get sad that she is acting mad at me when I took time out of what I was doing to make sure her needs were fulfilled. I decide to make a trip to the car and load some of the things accumulating outside and I notice that it looks black outside. But it's 1210 I thought to myself, how can it be black. I look around and notice that it is a huge black cloud over us. I can barely see the end in any direction but I can see that it is only like a shelf cloud because I can see bright sunlight coming through around the edges that look like they are miles away.It wasn't just a cloud over me, it was a huge cloud that looked like it was over the entire city. It looks really scary and I am scared that it is a tornado or something, but it doesn't look like anything is forming. I get mad at myself and start to remember my other dream about a tornado and how Garden Grill wasn't there anymore and I wondered if this was the tornado that was going to wipe out part of the city. I'm mad because I didn't take the first Project August dream seriously and now I am a precarious situation. Why did I come to Fayetteville? Why didn't I stay home? It starts to rain and I realize that I couldn't load the truck without everything getting soaking wet so I go back into the room and I decide to call the front desk and stay an extra night. I am concerned though that they don't have a tornado shelter and realize that I would feel so much better if I were home were I could be safe, but I don't know how to do it all before we get charged another night and still trust my instinct to want to be home. I don't want to waste money by paying for a night and not staying. The clouds are growing darker by the minute and they look so viscous. What am I going to do. Then I wake up.

This dream actually came from my 5-year-old daughter, so I don"t have as many details as I might if it were me, but she honestly has had many instances of talking about things before the happen, etc, that I take her little thoughts & dreams very seriously. (For example, a few weeks ago she randomly said "God needs more people in heaven," and then a week later my grandpa unexpectedly fell down the stairs and passed away.)
This morning she came stumbling groggily in to my office after waking and said, "In three weeks this whole place is gonna melt!"
I asked her what she meant, and she repeated it again. I asked her if it was from a dream and she said, "Yes, that"s what they were all saying." I asked her who, and at that point all she could remember was her brother, but it was clear there were many people involved.
We do live in Phoenix, so it is entirely possible that we will "melt" here in three weeks, but the tone of her voice made me feel it was necessary to report. I"m a daily UrbanSurvival/Peoplenomics reader, and I really enjoy hearing about the work you do here.

We are at the hotel Days Inn. My friend from high school, Anne, is there. We are tossing around an egg that has been blown out so that it is just a hollow shell. She is having so much fun that she calls our mutual friend from high school, Jennifer, and tells her that she has to come over today later on and meet us at the hotel so that she can see the game and play too. She mentioned something about if she couldn't make it to the hotel to just meet us at our house later on that day. I don't say anything but we won't be at the hotel we are packing up to leave. I don't know why I wouldn't just tell her except that I was excited that she was including me and didn't want to rock the boat. I realize that it is getting late and we have to pack up to leave. Anne is suddenly gone and My oldest daughter is laying on the bed now. I look at the clock and it is 1210. I know that no hotel has checkout past 1200 and I am concerned so I ask her to call the front desk and ask for late checkout. The front desk clerk gets on the phone with me and apologizes for something and tells me that it's been fixed. I had no idea about what he was talking about but I played along because I was just glad he wasn't asking me why we weren't checked out and that he wasn't charging me for another day. I repeat to him that he has it worked out and he responds with yes. I then hang up the phone and start loading the truck. It is 2 parking spaces away (lengthwise) and so I was having to walk to load out things. We had so much stuff in the hotel room. I kept finding my husbands things all over in drawers and under desks. All of his stuff was hidden and I started to get mad that he hadn't loaded any of it up yet but I continued packing everything away anyway. I start taking everything out of the room and placing it right outside the door so that I could tell the front desk that we were out. My other child wants to nurse so I sit on the bed with her and hold her. I nurse her for a few minutes but then I tell her mommy has to get up and pack. She acts mad at me and I get sad that she is acting mad at me when I took time out of what I was doing to make sure her needs were fulfilled. I decide to make a trip to the car and load some of the things accumulating outside and I notice that it looks black outside. But it's 1210 I thought to myself, how can it be black. I look around and notice that it is a huge black cloud over us. I can barely see the end in any direction but I can see that it is only like a shelf cloud because I can see bright sunlight coming through around the edges that look like they are miles away.It wasn't just a cloud over me, it was a huge cloud that looked like it was over the entire city. It looks really scary and I am scared that it is a tornado or something, but it doesn't look like anything is forming. I get mad at myself and start to remember my other dream about a tornado and how Garden Grill wasn't there anymore and I wondered if this was the tornado that was going to wipe out part of the city. I'm mad because I didn't take the first Project August dream seriously and now I am a precarious situation. Why did I come to Fayetteville? Why didn't I stay home? It starts to rain and I realize that I couldn't load the truck without everything getting soaking wet so I go back into the room and I decide to call the front desk and stay an extra night. I am concerned though that they don't have a tornado shelter and realize that I would feel so much better if I were home were I could be safe, but I don't know how to do it all before we get charged another night and still trust my instinct to want to be home. I don't want to waste money by paying for a night and not staying. The clouds are growing darker by the minute and they look so viscous. What am I going to do. Then I wake up.

I was sitting out on my back porch watching the stars with my husband tonight when the smell of the dampened lilies and fresh mint from my garden made me think fondly of my Grandmother. She had always taught me to love and appreciate plants and flowers. As I thought of her, I remembered a dream I had as a little girl. I don't remember how old I was exactly, but I remember the dream as if I had just had it.
My grandmother used to hunt for arrow heads down by a creek near her old home. Often, she would find beautiful colored bottles washed up in the sand and she would bring them home and clean them, then put them on display at her house. She would always tell me that when she passed away, that she would give me those bottles. No one wants to think of their grandparents passing away... and I know it sounds silly that something like old bottles would mean so muchto someone, but I truly loved those bottles and the stories behind them, but I wanted her to keep them and live forever.
In my dream I was at home in my bedroom. I had a tiny decorative table in the room and had just finished arranging her bottle collection on the table when I heard mymom yelled for me... and she sounded VERY angry. I ran into the laundry room to find her doing laundry and asked if she had called me. She said she had not. It was actually normal for me to hear my mom or dad yell for me only to find that they didn't... so I shrugged it off and turned to leave the laundry room when I heard my bottles clinking against one another.
I had imagined my brother or baby sister was in my room messing with the bottles, so I stormed back down the hall. On the way to my room, in the hallway, wedged between the wall and the carpet, was a paintbrush, and I picked it up before entereing my room. When I got into the room, I didn't find my brother or sister... instead, there was a huge black figure standing behind my bottles, glaring at them with glowing red eyes. I was shocked and frightened and threw the paintbrush at whatever it was, when it zipped like a black blur into my closet and dissapeared.
My grandmother is actually still alive today as my last living grandparent and she still has all of her bottles... but that dream has always kinda bothered me...

I am watching a televised video footage of an airplane that overshot land and crashed into the water. The plane was the size of a corporate jet. The plane appeared to be traveling east to west and it felt like a coastline. The video image was so close that you could see the pilot and passengers through the windows. The pilot looked calm. Some of the passengers looked frightened but not panicked. When the plane hit the water, it stayed on top and passengers were able to climb out. Some jumped into the water and started swimming to shore. There were some that I was concerned about as they appeared unable to swim yet were still in the water.

Short Dream.. I Just fell asleep and the next thing I know I am looking into what looks like a Corporate Jet at these men who are putting on gas mask.They are getting ready to dump some sort of toxins into the atmosphere. I woke up. I did not see a logo,it was just white.Had the feeling this is not good.

In the waking world, my mother died nine year ago. In this dream though, she and I are walking toward a building on our local university campus, without any awareness that she is dead. There's a UPS shipping center in this building and that's where we are headed.

As we are walking there together I become aware of a power in me, something intrinsic. I also become aware that there is a man at the building we are going to who has the same kind of power. He seems to be holding something, a fragment of a stone or a meteorite, that is in some way connected to this kind of power.

Just being in his vicinity is triggering the awakening of that power within me. There is nothing I have to do but accept that power and let it unfold within me. It will then radiate out around me, triggering something similar, a similar awakening, in the appropriate folks around me. this is building a particular kind of network, one series of nodes and links that are part of the larger networks at play in the transformation of the earth.

I was in Dumas, Arkansas and was headed to my great-grandmother's house (Cora-who passed on years ago). When I got to her house, there was a huge Realtor looking sign on the front lawn with only my Great Grandmother's picture on it instead of Real Estate information. I was sobbing in my dream because I missed my Great Grandmother so much. I kept sobbing and I was so upset. It was such a horrible feeling of sadness. I walked onto her lawn, past the sign, and then into her old house but it wasn't her house anymore at all. The entire thing was different and completely changed. My cousin Staci was there, other family, and there was a feeling about my Uncle Marion again but I didn't actually see him in my dream. It was like her house was now a mansion. I walked through the doorways and the frame for every door was different than it used to be. I was paying attention to the frames and the molding and noticing how different it was. I kept crying and was so sad that I couldn't see the house the way it used to be. The town of Dumas was completely different too and nothing was the same. It was like that whole area had been swirled around and changed.

I had this dream just a little while before I dreampt of "Mummy Woman". (I honestly can't remember when I had this dream exactly... its been quite a while though... over a year ago, Im sure... ) I'm afraid that much like the "Mummy Woman" dream, I forgot alot of this dream upon waking up. In fact, I might have forgotten the dream entirely had my husband not known who Nostradamus was. I had never heard of him prior to the dream and was shocked that he was real...

I dreamt that I was walking towards a big tower where I was greeted by an older looking man with a funny hat wearing a blue robe. He had a long beard and seemed overly excited to see me. I was confused because I didn't know the man, but he was so bouncy and happy, I couldn't help but want to follow him when he invited me into his tower. He interduced himself as Nostradomus and told me to remember (Nose-trad-um-ous) and cracked a few jokes to help me remember his name. (Coolest old guy ever! Seriously!) Inside the tower were a bunch of spiraling stairs that just went up for FOREVER. As we walked up the stairs, he didn't stop talking for a minute. After he had greeted me warmly, he said that he was excited that I had finally decided to visit and mentioned that he hadn't had any visitors for some time, then went on to talking about how he never really liked those stairs but that being higher brought him some kind of higher understanding of the world. In the dream, that kinda made sense.

When we got up to the room, I was in shock. There were books everywhere! There was some kind of wierd little basin of water under some kind of device that looked simular to a telescope pointing strait up into the sky. He had a nice little crystal collection that I was especially fascinated with because I always thought crystals were kinda pretty. He also had a weird looking fireplace. His place at the top of his tower was REALLY messy. There were papers and books flung open everywhere and part of me wanted to clean it up, but I felt like there was some kind of order to the madness. It was a bit awkward.

While I stared at one of his piles of books, he beamed with pride and told me that he had written all of them. I was shocked because when I say "Pile of books" what I mean is that he had a mountain of books stacked up in his room. It would have taken YEARS and YEARS to write all of those books -- THICK books! He suddenly slowed down in his talking and told me that he had to destroy all of the books. When I asked why, he told me that if the wrong person got a hold of one of the books they could destroy the world, he had written them to make the world a better place, but people already wanted to kill him for his books and he had to destroy them before someone bad got one of them. I felt horrible for him. He seemed so happy smiling so big and joking around with me... he seemed togenuinely care about people ... why would someone want to defile his work? He must have noticed that I was upset. He told me not to worry and said that he would leave a book for me under my bed because I would know what to do with it. He went on to tell me that every little decision and thing done in our earthly 'realm' affected other realms and that with those books, someone could affect other realms that would inevitably affect or even destroy our own realm because they were somehow all linked together. To be honest... most of what he said was so hard for me to understand that my mind just went blank and alot of what he said went in one ear and out the other. He must have noticed that he had lost me, because quit talking when he saw me zoning out and staring at his walls.

I noticed lots of charts on his walls. Some of the human body with certan areas marked.. but there was one in paticular that I was fascinated by. He had listed on this chartsome of our "incurable" illnesses WITH CURES! On the list were cancer, AIDS, Leukemia, and a few other things. I bounced around all excited telling him how awesome it was that he had found the cures! Now I was the one talking my head off! There were even little illustrations next to the ingredients to make the cures. Im afraid that I don't remember the details of what I saw... but I do remember that cancer, AIDS, and leukemia were on the chart and some of the ingredients used for the cures were alligator blood and pufferfish oil. They were Eagle1istered with Porcupine quills and I assumed they were used like accupuncture needles, but with medicine in them.

As I bounced around all excited, he told me that he had lived and died before his time. He was dead? I got a bit upset and asked him how he died. He told me he died from eating too much fried chicken.

I woke up amused by the dream. I don't think anyone would think to use alligator blood or puffer fish as an ingredient to cure ANY kind of illness, but you never know! Maybe the cures really ARE right under our noses. I guess I also thought it was silly that anyone would die from eating too much fried chicken. What a way to go! I wish I remembered all the rest of the chart. I DID check under my bed... but I didn't find any books... what I DID find was my old laptop covered in marker lines and batman stickers. (YAY! ) This was one of the VERY FEW dreams that interested my husband. He actually printed out a bit of info about Nostradamus for me while he was at work. In one of the articles, it mentioned that Nostradamus practiced witchcraft and I promply stopped studying him... also, his predictions really freaked me out.

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Today, after I finished writing my dream (Around 7:10pm- ish) I stepped outside with my husband while he smoked. We were discussing my dream and trying to remember all of the details that we could. He mentioned to me that what might have been "Witchcraft" back then, might be simple science now, and he said that I should look back into Nostradamous. I agreed. This is the THIRD time that I've tried to submit this dream. We were talking back and forth about how wierd it has been that I have entered all of my other dreams without a problem, but THIS dream has deleted itself TWICE leaving me VERY frustrated. (I was smart and used notepad this time as I SHOULD HAVE DONE the first two times.) While we were disscussing this, I got a sharp pain in my temple. There was no reason for me to think anything of this. I do stress alot from time to time. My husband had been doing some pressure washing outside and the pressure washer was directly in front of us... and after the pain left my head, I sat up and the pressure washer started going off on it's own for just a second. It was several feet from our reach... When it stopped, my headache came back. I'm thinking this is some sort of freak coincidence, but my husband insisted that I add it to my documentation just in case it is not.

In the dream I am doing something at a screen, possibly watching tv or working on a computer. I am reaching the exasperation point at the same old same old and am about to explode with the need to do something new and meaningful. A friend of my sister's, Tom D. comes up to tell me sorrowfully that he's realized its time for him to go. He's going to take off and hit the road. I realize that it is time for me to go too.

My dad, who in real life died ten years ago, is there in the dream. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He fishes out the $100 bill he always kept tucked away in his wallet for emergencies and gives it to Tom for his travels. Both Tom and I are deeply moved by the gesture.