Project August 2014 Dream
May 29/30, 2014 (12:30 AM)
Rescues from a Sinkhole

People gathered on a wide paved path in a public city park were sucked down by a sink hole that reminded me of a crevice because it was long and narrow. 'Crevice' is what I wrote in the dark of the night but in daylight, I realized that normally a crevice has no bottom. I didn't see the sinking part but it was obvious that this is what happened. In my dream, there is a rescue mission in operation, manned by ordinary people as opposed to a paid rescue team, where the people in the sink hole are thrown ropes to tie themselves to before being lifted to safety. They were being pulled up from about 10 feet down in three groups of three attached one below the other (a little help with climbing the dirt wall). Other people were gathered around, watching the event; some sitting on park benches. Beyond the sink hole to the right was a short black fence, like a guardrail, a strip of grass, maybe a side walk and then a street. In the background to the left were regular leafy trees. At the end of the dream, I became a rescuer myself when I pulled the last man, who was tied to a rope, out of the hole. All the other rescuing was being done on the opposite side of the hole from where I was. I don't know how the rope ended up on my side of the hole unless the lone man threw it topside. This man had dark hair and was wearing a dark brown fuzzy vest. I crouched down and had a short face-to-face conversation with him while he lay on the ground. I think I was just asking him if he was OK.
BIGGEST HEADLINE ON AUGUST 1ST, 2014 WILL BE: NINE [or TEN] PEOPLE WITH MINOR INJURIES RESCUED FROM SINK HOLE IN [unknown]

Morning May 30, 2014 I was having trouble getting into deep sleep last night; finally got up, drank some almond milk, and checked my phone before going back to bed. Chris must have just sent out the email on Project Uno. I realize it doesn't start till June 1... but I'm entering this dream because this was the last entry into my brain before sleeping... and this feels really important.

I was observing this scene. A group of actors and musicians (about 25 people - all perhaps in early 20s) were sitting in chairs on stage in an empty theater, rehearsing; it felt like an orchestra rehearsal. In the front row was Philip Seymour Hoffman, who seemed about 20; he was in some sort of stupor, smiling oddly, not speaking, as if he was on a hallucinogenic acid trip. His chair was by itself. About 4 feet away, in the front row, were sitting in chairs... Daniel Radcliff (who played Harry Potter), another young man, and Jaquin Phoenix.

A man standing in the center aisle of the theater starting yelling at Hoffman, berating him, saying things like... you have no talent, your father smoothed the way, opened the doors for you, you have done nothing. Radcliff gets angry and starts yelling back, defending Hoffman, saying, "He's brilliant... he just needs to wait and watch". Then Phoenix starts defending Hoffman too. But when I zoom in on Phoenix, his face changes to a young man that I don't recognize. I felt they were trying to say that Hoffman was some sort of autistic savant.

Then, I'm in the balcony, in a prestige seating box... I man is standing there watching all this... He is Hoffman's father.

The scene changes. The father (I never see his face), Hoffman, Radcliff, Phoenix, and the other young man, are all outside a sort of huge tent (like a circus tent or arabian tent). The father is smoking. Hoffman is still in a stupor. I walk over to him saying, "I want you to write the music for the next 6 Harry Potter movies", and shake his hand. The other boys rush over in excitement.

The scene changes. I am walking through a set of huge (20feet tall by 8ft wide each) black, steel, double doors. I am on the tarmac and have just landed in a small private jet. I feel that I'm in Atlanta. I am carrying a large, rectangular brown man's briefcase in my left hand, with a beige trench coat thrown over my left arm and the briefcase. Hoffman is walking toward me, still in a stupor. He extends his right hand to shake mine, but instead mistakenly walks to a black lady behind me to shake her hand. She is with a black gentleman. They have just gotten off the same plane.

As I was coming out of this, I saw Hoffman's face merge with the face the security guard who was framed for the Atlanta Olympic bombing years ago, and who was finally exonerated.

What does this mean? I feel there is some hidden false flag operation being rehearsed by actors who think they are simply in an "emergency practice" situation. I feel this will happen either in Atlanta or Phoenix. About a week ago, I did see on the internet a supposed craig's list add from homeland recruiting actors for such a practice in the Atlanta area. So, is this really precognitive? or was my dream influenced by this information? well, all I can say is... I didn't dream this until I got the email from Chris about Project Uno. I feel the briefcase had a bomb in it. I feel the words "rehearsal" and "orchestrated" are very important. I feel that this will not go smoothly according to their plan, something will go wrong... like the bomb is placed in the wrong area or doesn't perform properly. A patsy who has been mind controlled will be caught and blamed for it. Intuitively, I feel that these dark forces will realize that these false flags don't work anymore... we are no longer frightened, we're onto their tricks, and we know what they are up to before they do it. Dear God, let's hope so.

The biggest headline for August 1 is... ATLANTA/PHOENIX BOMBING SUSPECT PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN ON PSYCHIATRIC DRUGS

Dee

5-30-2014 3:46am

My dream starts off with a rune appearing with the Roman numeral 3 on it. It has the texture of a mushroom. I am instructed that a slice of it should be taken off and ingested.
The knowledge of what was needed to know would be given. I was instructed to pass this on to George Ure. I awoke and looked at the clock it was .3:46, an I had a feeling of urgent ness.

Date: 2014-05-29
Time: 0806
Type: Quasi-lucid, spliced, non-linear, time-displaced, POV/2P

As part of my "

Date: 2014-05-29
Time: 0651
Type: Standard, linear, POV

I am sitting in a classroom with a woman by my side and my older brother behind me and to my right. The male teacher at the front is discussing the subject of death. Next to my brother, there is another person that I don't recognize. The students in the class are passing around a real (or replicated) revolver. The woman next to me says something like "

Date: 2014-05-29-PA
Time: 0529
Type: Quasi-lucid, linear, POV

I am grocery shopping in a large supermarket with my father. He and I each have our own separate shopping carts and are filling them with items. Once our carts have been completely filled, we find ourselves standing alone in the checkout line. There is nobody else in the line and the cashier is also missing. Knowing that this is the only way out, we agree that he will take his cart out to our car and I will checkout my own items and leave the money by the register. After he departs, I begin taking items out from my cart.

Almost instantly, I am distracted by 2 thick books that are lying on the conveyor belt, just outside the scanner. Both are about the thickness of a small phone-book. Curious, I pick them up and examine the covers. Although I cannot remember what the first one was about, the second has something to do with winning the lottery and is entitled something like "

Date: 2014-05-28
Time: 0526
Type: Standard, linear, POV

Following a splice from the previous dream, I find myself descending the stairs of the same old school building sometime in the late evening. It's dark and most of the overhead lights have been turned off. Nearly everyone has left except for myself and another young woman, who is walking down the stairs beside me. As I walk, I move my hands in a fluid manner, practicing some kind of martial arts technique. Indicating my movements, the woman asks me "

Date: 2014-05-28
Time: 0526
Type: Flash, spliced, non-linear, POV

I am running down the 3rd-floor hallway of a large, old, 4-story school building, with my teacher hot on my heels. She is a rather attractive 20-something year old woman with long blonde hair, a tanned complexion, and dressed in typical business attire (grey top and dark blue skirt). Apparently, I, and nearly every student on our floor has been driving her crazy and she has finally had it. The list of my transgressions includes intentionally being late for class, not doing as I'm told and consistently getting bad grades.

As I run down the hallway, I look behind me and see my teacher moving angrily from classroom to classroom with her hands on her hips, glaring at the students and attempting to establish some kind of order. The next few scenes are blurry, but I remember eventually returning to class and signing some kind of attendance list. By that time my teacher and I have "

May 28/29, 2014
Deterioration
I find myself in the same old hotel I visit in my dreams every once in a while. This time, I take the stairs instead of the old gated elevator to my usual room on the second floor but this time, an uncountable number of strangers (one man who reminds me of Aron in the TV seriesRevolution)are taking the stairs with me and as it turns out, heading down the hallway for the same room # 4 in the far corner of the box like building. Seriously, we've all been booked into the same room? The hallway has always been dark and dingy - paneled walls and rusty yellow carpet. I notice that since the last time I visited, most of the room doors have been boarded over. Just as we reached the door I commented, "I don't think the bed will hold ten people." The lock has also been changed on my door. Now it's a tall narrow silver box with three or four different types of locking devices. I have so many keys that I can't find the right one for any of the locks until a blond lady helps me out. I woke up just as I was putting a key in a lock.

I only remember three PA dream snippets from my dreams last night. Snippet 1: I feel like I am standing in a gray cave or cavern. I am looking straight ahead. There is a white rectangle shape (similar to a small screen) in front of me with black numbers on it. The numbers (5 or 6 of them)are on the screen and then they rise off of the screen and rearrange themselves to create a new string of numbers (the numbers are the same numbers just in a different sequence on the screen. I tried so hard to remember the numbers when I got awake this morning. To the best of my recollection the string of numbers end up in this sequence - 04368. Snippet 2: I am watching a large house being demolished. Snippet 3: I am now inside part of the demolished house that still remains intact. I have managed to collect up some live birds (they look like sparrows) in a large box. I feel like they were trapped inside the house. I take the brown box of birds to the door and release them.