Date: 2014-05-31
Time: 0506
Type: Standard, linear, POV

I'm in the kitchen of my home preparing the liquid for making crepes. As I wait for the pan to heat up, I head into the basement to grab a golf club (3-iron) to swing around. When I head back upstairs, I find that my parents have arrived and my father has already finished making my crepes, placing them on the coffee table in the family room. I say to him, "

This morning I awoke from a dream where people were gladly about to pay taxes in order to make healthcare available to everyone in the world. Several years ago I had a dream where the President announced global healthcare had been passed and so everyone was celebrating..but this one was different. It felt kind of like a followup to the previous dream from years ago.

I dreamt that I was going to see a movie, outside, in the daylight. There were thousands of people sitting in rows to watch the movies, and I was struggling to keep my three boys still and happy. (It's getting harder and harder to do every day)
Anyway, my husband had left me alone with them for some reason, and I looked across the aisle to see my parents watching me, absolutely unconcerned that I was really struggling. My youngest son had pooped and I needed to go change him, I tried my hardest to drag all boys with me to a clear grassy area behind everyone to take care of business, then fought with the kids to get back to our seats. The area was surrounded by swings and play sets, so this was NOT an easy task.
Honestly, I would have been much happier letting the kids play on the equipment, but I knew my husband would be back looking for us and might get worried when we weren't in our seats. We finally made it back to the seats and my husband joined us. After the show, we got up and loaded the boys into our vehicle and left.

This is the first dream I've had of my parents house since it burned down. Apparently, my husband and I were living in it now. When we got home, I unloaded the kids to discover that we had left our oldest behind! I was SO upset... I felt like the worst mother in the world. I called my mother hoping that she had picked him up. She had and would be there shortly.

I looked around the house... it was filthy. It was like an episode of hoarders had exploded in the house and all of this stuff was my parent's junk. I had managed to sorta clean up the living room. I had been working on the kitchen, but there were dishes in the sink that looked as though they had been there for YEARS. There was trash and junk stacked up EVERYWHERE, and it was overwhelming... I had a hard time WANTING to clean it, and when I did manage to get in the right state of mind to cope with it, I didn't know where to begin. But, I thought the bedroom would be a good start.

Just before I started down the hall, I heard a knock on the door. My mom was there with my father and grandmother. She was VERY unhappy, and they didn't wait to be invited into the house, they barged in as if they still owned the place and looked around in disgust. They gave me the feeling that they wanted to prove I was an unfit mother as they went room to room examining the house, as if they had forgotten that they were the ones who abandoned it in such a mess!

I started to say something... but I really couldn't. After all, they had given me the house...perhaps I should have worked harder to clean it more quickly. And anyway, it might look cruddy now, but if there is one thing I am good at, it is making things beautiful... in time, this would be my dream home.

I felt horrible while everyone marched around my new home... but then I realized that my mother had disappeared. I went all the way to the back of the house where the master bedroom was and found her there in the walk-in closet. She was digging out old, rotten books to take with her. They were so damaged, they weren't worth keeping... and I told her "Nuh-uh! When I left home, you didn't let me take any of my things, why should you get to take this trash home?" I knew if she took it, it would just help to fill her new home with trash. She said "Well, You are not me." She was right. It hurt when I had to leave all my things behind. It was trash, and I was just going to throw it out, but if it meant something to her, it would be wrong to keep it... even though she never offered me that courtesy.

I also noticed a model airplane set that looked as if it were in semi-good condition, and gave it to my dad. When my parents left, I tried to give them a hug, but they refused as their arms were full of books/airplane. I was upset after they left, and my husband rubbed my back for a minute, then I started to smell something. FIRE!

I went outside, and suddenly I wasn't in that house anymore. I was in a sort of house built underground. There were many houses all around me also built down into the ground and there were stone walls and bridges dividing the areas and they looked almost like mazes. There was a wall of fire coming for us!

I went back down into the home and waited. It didn't take long for the wall of fire to cross over the entire community, and I was probably the first to pop my head outside. I walked along the maze-like stone walls to see if everything was ok. I saw a lot of animals had sought shelter in the walls. I saw very little damage as the area was mostly only made up of the stone on sandy dirt. The only things I saw ruined were a few wooden benches. I crossed over a stone bridge to find a family of bears. I thought for a moment they might attack, but they didn't seem bothered by my presence. Maybe they were just happy to have been spared. I saw deer, rabbits, squirrels, and foxes! The foxes were so beautiful and cute, and I watched all the animals play. None were bothered by any of the others. They all got along, it was truly magical to watch.

Then I noticed another fox. It was a sort of shimmery white color. It had a cat-like face and HUGE, adorable eyes. It had an extra-long fluffy tail, huge pointed ears and there was a tiny puff of red and blue fur next to both ears. It had a beautiful design in its fur on its chest... it was an extra bright white that almost seemed to glow. It was incredible! I've never seen such a beautiful creature!

When it saw me, it bounced back and forth playfully, and I walked up to it. It ran back, stopped and bounced again. It wanted me to follow it! I ran after it into a thick, dark, green forest. I could barely keep up with it, and might have lost it had it's fur not been so bright and sparkly. As I ran, it seemed like the trees bent around me, and I suddenly found myself in a hidden place. It didn't look like much. The fox shrunk down to the size of a large squirrel or small cat and jumped into the lap of a man.

The man didn't look very magical. He looked very ordinary if anything. He wore a t-shirt and jeans and pair of glasses. He congratulated me for finding the "Lucky Fox". He introduced himself as it's guardian and explained that not many people ever got to see the lucky fox, in fact, many spend their lives looking for it to never even get a glimpse... but the fox had chosen to bring me home with it.

I was a bit confused... I mean... the fox was awesome, I expected it to live in a more magical looking place, but it's home looked like an old run-down gas station. There were concrete walls and floor. the man sat on a crate and there was a single old-looking fridge in the middle of the room next to a small, raggedy pet bed. The lucky fox would live here?

The man gave me a sticker. It was a cartoon version of the lucky fox as proof that I had found it. Well... it was very cute.. but if anyone needed a decoration, it was the poor fox, so I put it on the ugly old refrigerator next to it's bed. The fox seemed to like that and jumped into its bed, rolled over on its back, and waved its paws at me playfully. You can't just NOT play with something that adorable, so I sat next to it and tickled it. It seemed very happy and even gave me little kisses at one point.

The man asked me if I wanted to feed it. Who wouldn't want to feed it?! Of course I did! He handed me a ham sandwich. A ham sandwich? For a fox? I reached in and pulled out a piece of the meat... I mean, surly a fox wouldn't care for bread or mustard... right? The fox scarfed down the meat and the man got onto me saying that the fox, just like everyone else, had to eat the entire thing for it to be healthy. So, I sat the sandwich down for the fox. It didn't look happy, but it ate the entire sandwich, after which the man gave me a bottle of milk.

The fox jumped into my arms and allowed me to feed him the milk. When it had finished, the man told me I could leave whenever I wanted... after all, I had found the lucky fox - that's all most people wanted to do, because you only had to see it to be lucky. But I wanted to play with it a bit longer. I tickled it and we were wrestling around just having a great time with one another when I woke up.

This was such a fun and happy dream towards the end.

The things we are all facing in the world today are the illusion to the final truth.
This is what I know....The world today cannot sustain the natural balance of life as we know it. things must change! For the good or worse. Quite basically we are all Frogs on a Hot-plate. Some will jump off while others stay and get burned.
I am going to do a summation of all my dreams, with the key words Ive been shown:
#1 WORLD WIDE KNOWLEDGE #2 WAR #3 FIRES #4 DEATH #5 PROTESTS #6 MOTHER NATURE #7 TRI-CENNIMA #8 FLOODS #9 HURRICAINES #10 NYC #11 TREES #12 TORNADOES #13 TERRORISTS #14 LION BEAST #15 BEAR BEAST #16 DISEASES #17 GERMS #18 BUGS # 19 DISSASTER #20 NEW PROJECTS OR DEVELOPMENTS (BUILDINDS) #21 KAYOS #22 CONFORMITY #23 GOLD #24 BAD WOLVES #25 EMP #26 MOUNTAINS #27 EARTHQUAKES #28 MARTIAL LAW #29 JET-LIKE METOR #30 UNITY

"UNITY" was actually apart of my protest dream, "we are marching for unity" as I recall in my dream of protests.
"Unity" I labeled as #30 simply because without "Unity" we are divided! To unite as one...is to change as a whole! To adapt and change, must be apart of our transformations to begin a new! COMPASSION CHARITY AND LOVE!
WHEN IN FEAR AND DOUPT, PRAYERS WITH FAITH IN GOD AND JESUS, WILL SAVE AND ENLIGHTEN THE WEAKENED SOUL, AS TO ACCEND INTO A STRONGER STATE OF MIND.

Project August Dreams
June 1, 2014. Dream I am walking along a road near my parents' farm in Minnesota. As I approach their farm house my role changes and I become an individual investigating a criminal activity involving illegally made weapons. Two of these weapons have several parts that where copied off of a 3D printer. The investigator realizes the individual who printed them is a Russian special forces or Russian agent. This agent is working covertly to over through another government. The investigator detains the Russian in a make shift holding cell but realizes without more proof than he already has the Russian may go free and do more harm.

I dreamed that my best cousin and some other cousins along with my father had come to visit. For some reason only one of the cousins and my father were noticed the whole time. However, even the one cousin that was noticed wasnt really active in the dream til the end. My father took a painting off the wall that he had and opened the frame to mark the days date for some reason. Then he half way put the painting back into the frame. He couldn't finish because someone else was there framing another picture and my dad was in the way. My dad started helping me do my workout. For some reason we only had on our draws on for the workout. I pointed out a plant in a pot that had a lot of resistance when you step on it. He tried it too, and then turned it over and looked at what kind of plant it was. We discussed it, but I don't remember what was said. I just remember him saying when he bought it. There was also a store in the house kind of like a drug store where I bought a card and envelop. Before I bought it, I went to the cashier to shake her hand and talk because she was sitting in the corner in a hoove-around and I knew her. She complained about how the store was treating her. I had trouble getting it paid for because the cashier misplaced the envelop in a stake of papers. Once she found it I paid for it. Then I saw my cousins wondering around. Towards the end of the dream when it was time for the cousin to leave, she came out into the living room area where me, my father, some strangers (who were adimate about playing a Dianna Ross record...which they did) were sitting and talking. The cousin gave me a half eaten green apple. I asked if it was for me, and she said yes. Then I ate the rest of it. Then she went back to her room and sat on the bed with her packed bags on the floor and her hair pulled back in a ponny tail which is unusual for her. I asked if she was leaving and she said yes and in the afternoon. I felt like I had missed time spent with her. I was sad.

In this dream, I was staying in a building that looked a lot like my parents home that had burned down. It was a sort of shelter, and every room was filled with beds and there seemed to be a lot of people bunking in there.

I walked down the long hall that led to the living room area to get a phone. I had a disturbing dream about the moon. For whatever reason, I have always been afraid of the harvest moon, or whenever it looks weird and unnatural. I honestly can't remember why. It's just one of my quirks I guess. Anyway, I was going to ask my mother about the dream and if she had any clues as to why I was so afraid of the moon when it was big and orange.

When I grabbed the phone, I sat next to a couch in front of a fireplace. There were two doors that looked a bit like cabinet doors attached to the opening of the fireplace, and when I started dialing the phone, they started swinging and slamming shut ferociously. I was alarmed, but not afraid as I am in most dreams I have of spirits trying to scare me. I stood up and asked it to stop, and it swung the doors even harder, cracking the wood and shooting shards of wood and splinters towards my face. Then I got angry and yelled commanding it to stop, and it did... until I turned my back to it. The minute would turn around to walk back down the hall, they would swing and I would have to turn around and yell at it to stop, and it did when I made it about halfway down the hall, but then I could hear violent slamming coming from my room.

I ran in to find that my dresser draws had been thrown out into the floor. There was a man I didn't know lying on one of the beds in my room watching a tiny tv. He looked absolutely un-phased. I put the draws back into the dresser and turned to ask him what happened and the drawers started slamming open and closed. I yelled for them to stop, and they did. The guy then looked up and apologized. He said that things just happened around him. I told him things happened around me too and I seemed to magnify the effect of these things. I expected it was going to be a long, noisy night... but since it was quiet now, I could call my mother.

When my mother picked up, I asked her if I had any scary dreams about the moon when I was a kid, and she told me I had. She then told me my dream... it was the same as the one I had just had and as she told me, I saw my dream again in a vision. There was one side of the moon that looked like a man's face, but people, aliens, and bad spirits had been going to the moon and were building walls. The moon rotated and showed the other side of the moon where the walls were being built, and it was shaped like a demonic face with an evil smile. Every hair on my neck stood up. The dresser drawers started slamming open and shut again, so I told my mother I had to go, and commanded that they stop, this time they didn't. After screaming two or three times, I realized that THIS time, there was a guy behind them making them do it... but I knew the first time, that he was not there. Upon realizing this, I woke up.

The wheels were turning in my head when I awoke. I did manage to contact my mother today. I felt like I had been made to forget the dreams I had of the moon as a child and were shown them again in this dream. She confirmed that I did have many nightmares of the moon as a child that led to me being afraid of it on some nights.

Last night's dreams came in picture form. Usually when I get these, I have few words and more pictures that I have difficulty translating into words. For that reason, I am going to go ahead and assume that these will be specific headlines.
The word strings might be something along the lines of:
Arrow
Lancelot
3 shot
Some variation of cheated
Arthur or Author

It was filled with so many images, but only the last few minutes before I woke up I could remember clearly.

I was "the arrow" (the comic book character). I specificly remember taking out many with arrows, but there were three that were significant.
Even as I write this I get a split second remembrance of more dream, but its just beyond my conscious reach.

Heres what I wrote when I woke up this morning:

Arrow. Shooting people. Lancelot with me. Just going all around shooting people with arrows. I dont think they were good people. But I needed Lancelots help to aim so I would not be seen.

Date: 2014-05-29
Time: 0948
Type: Standard, linear, 2P/POV

The dream begins with me carving beautiful ski turns (racing, super-G style) down a well groomed slope at a ski resort similar to one I have visited in Quebec. I am alone, yet my perspective keeps changing from behind my body (in a tucked position) to observing the scene through my own eyes. Near the bottom, I pass the last of the gates and finally level out. However my speed is so great that it takes me two huge, sweeping turns to slow myself down. Even so, my last turn leaves me with enough momentum to reach the chair lift loading area, where I come to a stop beside an older woman to my right. We sit down on the lift together and begin the journey upwards.

As we ascend, I can see that the right side of the slope underneath us is being completely restructured by a team of construction workers using a combination of heavy machinery and hand-held tools. Oddly enough, the track that they are preparing (perhaps for another race) is made of brown dirt, as if the soil had been completely dug up. The track is plowed in such a way that there are long grooves that run down its length. In my mind, I think "

Date: 2014-05-29
Time: 0948
Type: Flash, POV

My younger brother and I are fishing in a pond / small lake close to a popular camping area. The canoe that we are sitting in is very old and dilapidated. After a short while, I find myself becoming frustrated at our lack of success and end up falling into the water. Underwater, I look up and see the bottom of our boat along with several strange, rusty hook-like devices protruding from its side. One of the devices on the left resembles a buzz-bait, with an elongated, light-green spinner spinning widely in the water. At that moment, I suddenly have a startling revelation that the reason for our lack of success has been the absence of fish altogether, due to the dissolved contaminants in the water from the nearest factory.

Surfacing, I swim to the nearest wooden dock and look up to see a large, dark-red building in the distance with several smokestacks protruding from the top and spewing dark grey smoke into the air. This angers me greatly.