I had this dream early May of 1992. In it I was standing outside at my Grandparent's house and it was almost dark. The sky was gray as if it was about to storm and the wind was warm and blowing. Suddenly, a coroner wagon pulled into the neighbor's yard and the coroner got out and asked my Grandfather to help in removal of the body, to which he did. I thought that the husband of my Grandfather's double first cousin had died and they removed him on a gurney under a white sheet. Well, when they walked past me...his hand fell out from under the sheet. Next, it was later and dark outside. I thought I was in my Grandparent's house and I was sitting at the table and looking out the sliding glass door. Then, I saw the man who had died earlier walk slowly up the driveway with his wife behind him. They came inside and his wife was so happy to have him back that she kept saying, "Oh look! He is back!" Then, she touched his forehead and looked around in fear...and ran out the door. Then my family said, "Oh dear Lord, no!" However, the man paid them no heed...he looked at me and walked towards me. Then I noticed that it wasn't really who I thought it was but a different man. He wore black rimmed glasses and a brown flannel shirt with pants. I woke up freaked out over the dream. Later that same month the man who I thought was dead...actually died in real life! Next, in Sept. that year, my Aunt's Dad died and when I we to look at him in the casket...he had black rimmed glasses and a brown flannel shirt with pants!!!! I left the funeral home white as a sheet. I instantly thought of the dream.

In the summer of 1998, I had this weird, creepy dream. In it, I was standing on the right side of our local cemetery. Everything was in pitch blackness, as if it was deep in the night. Now this cemetery is divided by a road going up the mountain, the road goes up to the top. But halfway, the road goes from left to right. I thought I saw a woman walking up the road in the darkness. I could see that she had a long black dress on and a black veil. How could I see this, you ask? Well, from under the veil was shining a bright white light. Odd, yes. But then she stopped and looked at me. I still shiver when I think about that dream! I saw a relative of mine and she was crying her eyes out in misery. Just heartbroken.Fast forward to March 4th 1999, My Great-Aunt died from an aneurysm she had had on Feb. 28th. Okay, this Great-Aunt was the Mother-in-Law of the woman that I had seen crying in my dream!! But hold on, On March 17, 1999, My Great-Aunt's only son died. This man was the husband of the woman I had seen bawling her eyes out in my dream. It still freaks me out to think of all that. Also in the dream, I was standing at the spot where both were to be buried.

I don't know that this fits into any future headlines, but its what I got after doing the project August intention statement...

I started out and I was in a garage. I knew that I had a race to do soon; the garage had been redone into a bedroom. My wife and I were staying at a house to do a triathlon with others. I was hungry, for some reason there was a giant bowl on a table; it had bagels, rolls, and also one rainbow sprinkle chocolate donut. Everything was brown, the chocolate a very dark brown, I believe the sprinkles were only red white and blue. I decided I wanted the donut, I reached in and pulled it out. For some reason, even though it was a very small donut, it had tons of white custard all over it which dripped out over everything, including my hands. I don't recall eating the donut, and I wound up washing off my hands to get the custard off.

Next I was in a muddy field. It was nighttime. I knew that I had already completed the swim of the triathlon. For some reason everybody was stopped, as if to start the race again. I don't know what I had done, but I was asking if I needed to serve a time penalty for something I had done on the swim. The officials didn't know what I was talking about. The horn sounded, everybody started off, I sat there looking at my watch choosing to serve whatever penalty I thought I was supposed to have served. I then rant to my bike and got on. It was supposed to be 3 loops on the bike. It was still dark out, I was riding and could see just enough, but did not have a night light. I am a very strong biker and was surprised I was not catching up to anybody. After two laps, for some reason I stopped and dropped my bike, and went back to the house to take a rest. The house was filthy. I was looking out, asking the other people in the house why nobody else seemed to be out on the bike leg; somebody told me they were all taking a rest, just like me. I did see a few bike headlights going by on the street. I decided I should get going on the race again; I went into the bathroom to get my triathlon suit. It was wet and sandy, and I thought it would be really disgusting to get back into it. I felt I needed to use the bathroom, and looked at the toilet. It had apparently gotten backed up; the bowl water was a very dark brown, and there was brown water over the top of the rear tank. I was considering going to the other bathroom, when a doorbell rang. The doorbell was extremely real, as if it was the home doorbell, not in the dream. This woke me from the dream.

For the record, part of my intention is that I will wake up when the dream is finished so I will remember it. I have had a previous occasion with the exact same doorbell sound that woke me from a dream, nobody was at the house door.

I did not recognize any location in the dream. I believe that the dream indicated King Kamehameha highway for riding, which would mean the island of Kona (where I will be doing a 70.3 race shortly, but I will not be staying at a filthy house and it won't be August).

I attend an outdoor party with my brother on some guy's farm property. The party's host is the owner of a very successful car dealership. The dealership is largely successful due to the efforts of one salesman, the former President/CEO of a large US auto manufacturer. I do not recall the gentleman's name. The party's host is an All-American looking guy, blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, greying hair, maybe in his fifties, nice smile, genuine manners. His right hand is missing all of its fingers and in place of where the ring and pinkie fingers would be is a rounded nub. I shake his hand and thank him for inviting us to his party. In walking around the party, I notice brass parts on the ground underneath a large tree. Some parts are wrapped in plastic and are rectangular with raised two raised notches in the center one above the other, while others parts are unwrapped and resemble larger alligator clamps. I pick up several of both. A smaller man (and for me at 5'4"that's saying something) who is an employee of the party's host walks by saying that my rectangular part is just what he is looking for. I give the ones I have to him as I didn't need them, I also give him the alligator clamps and tell him where he can find more. It is getting late, so I search for my brother so we can leave. He is playing bass guitar with a band at the party which there to entertain. I give him the high sign to leave. He ignores me. After a little more socializing, I again search for my brother because it's getting late and find him still playing bass, this time alone. I am finally able to get him out of the party. I have my mother's old 1988 blue Pontiac Grand Prix and my brother and I dispute over who should drive. I'm not sure if he has been drinking and I don't drink and drive. So we stop inside a white farm house. I'm upstairs with my brother in the bathroom trying to wash my mouth out with liquid soap because I don't want to smell like beer at my mom's house. It's 1:15 am and I'm sure she's going to be pissed because we're coming home so late. My brother cautions me against using the liquid soap because it has a red dye in it and it will turn my aura red, which would make me seem angry. And we had to face Mom. I try to scrub the liquid soap out of my mouth. It froths and is difficult to remove. I finally glance up and look out the upstairs window and see my brother has stolen a truck. The truck has a cab, like any over-the-road truck, but it's hauling a flatbed with red wooden slats on each side, like those on radio flyer wagons when I was a kid. He's weaving down the road, at night, like he's drunk, and he slams into the side of semi-trailer. My brother's truck jackknifes across both lanes of the road. Witnesses start pouring out. There are red flares and lights on the road, which seems wet, as if it has just rained. I find my brother who is just fine and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing stealing a truck and driving. He replies that it was like his mind went blank and he wasn't in control. The driver of the other truck he hit said it felt the same way for him, like there was something wrong with that spot on the road and it made a person no longer in control.

I usually have anywhere from one to three dreams every night. Unfortunately, If I go back to bed and dream again, I usually lose the first dream (I forget it) and it is replaced by whatever dream I have next. Luckily, I read the advice given on this site yesterday, and it seems to have worked! I woke up from the first dream and lied absolutely still while telling myself that I would not forget the dream. Then promised myself that I would remember the next dream and thought of myself having the dream and writing it down... before I knew it I was asleep. Strangely enough, I realized when I had woken up that I dreamt of each my grandparents who had passed away. I can't say I have many dreams like that...

In the first dream, I was living with my Grandfather (I called him Paw-paw). It was a pretty normal dream... In it we talked and poked fun at one another just as we would in real life. In spite of his age, there were a few times he would take me out to see a movie somewhere or go shopping, today was one of those days. I had my boys with me and we went to a huge theater. Of course, my boys would start fussing and acting up mid-movie.

I franticly tried to calm them down. It didn't help that everyone in the theater had turned around to glare at us. My Paw-paw went to go get the boys something to eat, and as he left I was a woman with a kind face actually moving back towards us (We were in the VERY back of the theater). I wasn't sure if I should be worried about her or if she just wanted to help. She was smiling at my boys which made me think that she must love kids... but in this day in age, you never know. Better keep an eye on her.

My Paw-paw came back with Ice cream of all things. ICE CREAM! WHY?! You haven't LIVED until you have tried to wrestle and control three small kids with ice cream cones. It was absolute chaos in the back. Luckily, the kind woman offered to help. With each of us looking after ONE boy, things calmed down and we were able to finish the show. After the show, two young people (One girl and one guy -- I would guess them to be about 25 at most), approached me and started asking questions about me and my grandfather. To be more precise, they wanted to know if we were members of the Tea Party. My first thought was "Well, if we were, it would be NONE of your business..." but I couldn't help but wonder WHY they would want to know something like that.

They told me that they were working for "Washington Times" and that they were doing "research". I suddenly got the feeling that they did not mean well. Whatever they were gathering information for was probably a REALLY bad thing. I refused to talk to them and they followed me around asking questions about my grandfather and whether or not HE was a member of the Tea Party. In truth, I honestly don't know. I've never heard him talk about it, but that was still NONE of their business.

They followed us all the way home. They just barged in there like they owned the place. My grandfather was tired and went to bed, leaving me alone with these jerks. The guy actually went to what was MY room and went to sleep on MY bed. Rude.

The girl followed me around with her notepad hounding me for information. "Just tell me about your grandfather! What kind of man is he?" At this point, enough was enough. "You want to know what kind of man he is? Fine! Let me tell you what kind of man he is!" I went on to tell her that he was an army veteran who was fighting and losing to cancer. I watched him be treated HORRIBLY at the VA hospitals... and even so he would come home with a smile on his face. He was the kind of man who saw me abandoned as a teen and took me in, he didn't even care that I wasn't his flesh and blood. He was the kind of man that would take me out just to get soft drinks so that I could learn to socialize. He was the kind of man that would help anyone in need... even if he knew that person would only bite him in the butt later on. THATS what kind of man he was... so what difference did it make if he was a member of the Tea Party!?

I was crying at this point. Everything I had said was very true. That IS the kind of man he was. The hateful smile she had been wearing dropped and her arms fell to her sides. I don't think that was the answer she wanted. She looked as if she wanted to cry too.

About that time her partner woke up and upon seeing me, he started asking me questions. She slapped him with her notepad and told him to shut up and leave me alone. I dug around for a piece of paper to put my name and number on. If she had anymore questions about my grandfather --not the tea party-- I would be happy to answer.

The second dream I had was even weirder. I was visiting my grandmother and grandfather from my father's side. I had my youngest son with me, wrapped in a blanket and was introducing him to them. They seemed happy to see him, but told me I had to get ready. Things were going to change soon. I had no idea what they meant... but then things started to get dark and I passed out.

I awoke lying in a semi-wooded area. It was like wastelands meets the forests of Louisiana. Very creepy... but familiar. It took me a second to realize that this was a world I have had many reoccurring dreams about as a child. There were no birds tweeting, no animals around, and absolutely NO people... just the four of us. We would have to climb down some rocky terrain... my grandmother wanted to take my son and carry him for me, but I refused. I thought he would be safer with me. We traveled down the rocky mountain side (Which was weird, because I don't think we have many if any of those in Louisiana) and through the weird dying forests.

We finally came across a clearing... looking out onto the land ahead... it looked like what I would imagine hell to look like. It was a huge stretch of dead-looking red clay with stones and spires sticking out everywhere. There was a huge slope we would have to walk up... I took the baby blanket out from around my son and used it to fasten a sort of baby carrying pouch around me. There was no guarantee that I wouldn't slip and lose footing here. Going up a slope covered with rocks on hard, dried red clay is a tricky thing... I didn't want to risk dropping him.

When we got to the top of the slop, I looked down across the dead valley to see what looked like lava. LAVA?! The sky was dark, even though it was the middle of the day, but had it not been so dark, we would likely have dehydrated. We were getting ready to travel again after taking a short break, when I saw this weird glowing bird. It was a light, glowing baby blue color. I wish I could say that it was beautiful and sweet... but it had these beady little eyes that I didn't trust. It also had a really LONG beak and tail... It was fascinating to look at but I didn't get the feeling it was a good thing.

I went to poke it, and it squawked and made a jab at me with that beak. I threw a few rocks at it until it flew away... I didn't want that thing following us. I was relieved when it left... but then looked down in my pouch to see that my son had turned into one of them. He was trying to fly away, but I stuffed him in my pouch and twisted it a bit so that he couldn't get out. If there was some way he could turn into one, then surly there had to be a way to turn him back into a baby? Right?

We were about to carry on when my grandmother stopped me. She said the air was full of poisonous dust up ahead and she needed to wrap my head before we could continue. Ok? I stood there while she wrapped my hair in a long shawl, but then she kept on until my entire head was wrapped. My ears, my eyes, my mouth, my nose... It was ALL wrapped up. Luckily, the fabric was somewhat thin so I could kinda sorta see where I was going. My grandmother and grandfather, on the other hand, did not wrap their heads. Maybe because they had already passed away?

After walking for what seemed to be FOREVER, we came to some abandoned houses and decided it would be a good place to rest. As it got dark, I noticed something rise in the sky... it was a huge arch that looked as if it were made out of fire. In the middle of it was a circle, and in the middle of the circle was a ball of fire, and towards the bottom Under the ball of fire was a semi-circle with the arch pointing towards the bottom of the circle.

I got the feeling this was some sort of eye or something, and hid against the wall peeking out from the house we chose... as the arch rose into the sky, behind it rose the moon... but the moon looked as if it were on fire too! It was absolutely freaky.

I tried to cover the window with what was left of the shredded curtains above it... I opened the door to the next room to find a bed. I knew my grandparents HAD to be exhausted... I went to dust it and behind the bed was some sort of tiny, weird gremlin-like man. He had to be maybe 2-3 feet tall... but he had some mean little pointy teeth, reddish skin, and a spear. He charged at me and pushed me down. He was MUCH stronger than he looked so I got worried. I managed to kick him off and it seemed to stun him for a second... but the moment I got off the ground he jumped up and came after me again... I noticed that he was not just aiming that spear at me, he was going for my pouch! I couldn't let him hurt my baby, I kicked him down and stabbed him with a shard of broken glass lying on the floor. I thought I had killed him, but when I turned to leave the room, he jumped on my back and began untying the pouch, so I threw him down to the ground somehow, and started stabbing him with other pieces of glass until he was dead.

I felt horrible that I had to kill him, but he was trying to kill my son. My grandparents made their way in about that time to see what I had done and acted impressed. Whatever that guy was, it must have been pretty bad. We were planning about sleeping and making our next move in the morning. Apparently there was nothing we could do while that arch in the sky.

I wasn't sure if the arch would be important... if so, my description might not have given the right image, so I made a quick image of what I saw in paint. If you could imagine the arch and moon on fire, you'd get a good idea of what I saw...

I'm with my husband on a plane that has just taken off from somewhere in NYC... Immediately, there's something wrong with the plane, it's shaking and out of control... we circle around the Statue of Liberty and it's clear we're going down... I don't experience a crash - but we're suddenly in an afterlife, the entrance to which my grandparent's old side door... Everybody on the plane is filing through... I see a big machine and ask if they have reverb (i'm a singer, so I can't imagine heaven without a reverb machine) and they say "of course - it's heaven"... they also have my husband's favorite vitamins because "of course, it's heaven"... there are two chubby latino girls who are supposed to be famous singer/twins that I've never heard of standing at what look like voting machines... that's the end of the dream...

The first thing I was being shown in my dream was a tower….like a skyscraper, but it was more like a model. It reminded me of a cake that was made into the shape of a skyscraper: or perhaps made of black legos. I kept seeing the tower but did not understand why -- then I was shown two towers -- as if two towers had become the one. (A coming together or joining of efforts, perhaps)
The tower was sitting on a picnic table -- I had no awareness of whether I was indoors or out since the focus was on the tower sitting on the table.
Just before I woke up, I dreamed I was standing on a dock looking up at the bow of a massive old ship. I'm not sure what kind of ship it was, but it was NOT a cruise ship. The word that came to my mind was a freighter or warship. In the background, I saw old buildings like factories and warehouses.

Night of May 20/21, 2014 (4:57 AM)
Project August 2014
Nuclear Monitoring
Feeling: calm, secure, reassured, relief

So far, my PA dreams have had an underground theme that is not devastating, nor apocalyptic in any way. They are beginning to feel like an under current - a countering message.

A bald Bruce Willis like character with his hands in his pockets is standing beside an enclosed nuclear monitor indicating 'normal' - no gauges or readouts, an enclosed capsule, facing toward me and facing a row of small nuclear missiles (more like fat rockets with no wings) lined up, laying on their sides, pointing in my direction. They are not in a missile bunker positioned to fire. They are in storage. The entire scene is in shades of grey except for a worn and faded red coloured stripe around the monitor and around each of the missiles.

Scene 2: A hand opens a small square lid on a flat green camouflaged metal surface. It reaches in and does/turns something and firmly closes the lid as if saying, "That's that." This is followed by a clear thought of, "No. No we are not going to be assigned."

Next, I received the name Tara McIllory/MacIllory/??

Florida - just the word a few times no imagery

I dreamed that I was a worker on the White House staff. I was welcoming Bill Clinton back into the White House, and Hilary who had been elected president.

I feel this is a precognitive dream. I am certainly not a fan of either Clinton and frankly, to me, this is a nightmare. But wanted to share it because I feel this decision has been made by the "controlling elite"... that is what I feel my dream is telling me.

I personally thought Jeb Bush would run against Hillary and beat her; but now, intuitively, I feel he may not run.