Immediately after the dream about visiting the French teacher, I was talking with a professional internet gamer. He is from Denmark but currently plays in the USA. I told him I would occasionally watch him stream from a storefront in my small town when I was across the street buying gasoline. He decides to kill the French teacher from my previous dream by hanging her. Several of us are holding her up so she doesn't suffocate, trying to cut the rope. He said he tried to kill her because she was my handler. She was wearing a white toga-like garment, like a sacrifice. The rope was cut. She didn't die.

My daughter and I were on a school bus through a rough part of an unknown town. There were shop signs that used the word "

A week after I had the "Ring of Fire" dream, I had what I can only term a follow up dream because it felt related to the previous dream. It also felt real, in that I was there, experiencing the events but everything was completely silent.

I was in a car, heading out of a city/area that I just knew was Los Angeles. There had been an earthquake, a huge earthquake. Buildings were down. Fires everywhere. Roads were cracked, bridges had collapsed. There was a tsunami warning. People were frantically trying to go east. What passable roads were left were packed with traffic. Up ahead, one car hit another. Both drivers got out of their cars and began arguing. Even though I couldn't hear anything, I knew horns were blaring and people were yelling for them to get moving. I watched them as I thought "You don't have time for this." Other people got out of their cars and began pushing the disabled cars out of the way. When the arguing drivers objected, they were beaten.
I got out of my car and looked back at the city. Smoke hung over the whole area but I knew the wave was coming. People were out of time and those on this road weren't far enough away or high enough to escape. As I stood there, water began creeping up over my boots. I watched the water rise, faster and faster, swirling around me. I didn't look but knew people were abandoning their cars and just running as fast as they could to escape. The water rose past my knees to my thighs, to my waist. I didn't try to run because I knew it would be no use. The water was flowing too fast. Around me, the water pushed against the abandoned cars and they began to move from the force of the water. Even though I couldn't hear, I knew people were screaming, crying, begging to be saved, praying. I just waited as the water rose higher and higher, knowing that I wouldn't drown but that I was there to act as a witness of what was happening.
This dream, coming after the other one, rattled me enough that I haven't been able to forget either.

This dream occurred approximately one month ago.I was in a classroom, sitting at a desk and working on a handout. The handout was one of those old mimeograph papers, rather grainy, but still legible, a map of the Pacific Ocean and the coastlines of the continents on either side. Alongside each coastline were hashmarks of varying numbers. I was coloring in the hashmarks with colored pencils, green, red, and black. I had already colored in the eastern coastlines, with S. America having several red hashmarks. Up along the coast of the US were two areas with black hashmarks, off the coast of the Pacific NW and SoCA. These areas also had two rows of hashmarks. On the west coastlines, I was in the process of coloring red in the hashmarks next to the Phillipine Islands. I had already colored Japan's hashmarks black and some hashmarks that represented Indonesia as green.Somehow I knew we were coloring in the areas where earthquakes were going to happen. The hashmarks represented the severity of the earthquakes and the colors represented level of damage and/or loss of life. Green meant minimal damage, no loss of life. Red meant possible major damage, some loss of life. Black meant total destruction and massive loss of life.As I colored, another student asked, "Why are we coloring this area?" The teacher-a man-replied, "This is why it's called the 'Ring of Fire'."

April 19, 2014

Lots going on inside a large multilevel Mansion-building. I spend a long time there, wearing a long sleep robe. I have my own room I clearly remember entering in the gray of Void Space at least twice, deliberately finding what is ostensibly a light switch on the wall, proud of my ability to be aware and navigate in the silvery darkness... I head downstairs with a female companion, entering a small rectangular lobby in which the open door looks directly out at the gray heaving mass of the ocean only about one city block away. An impossibly massive wave crests and crashes and I quickly step back to avoid the tide I'm sure will flow all the way to this building and up the entrance steps, because that was truly a monster of a wave. Indeed, ocean water flows into the room seeming to reach for my bare feet. To the left of the door sits a row of elderly men and women who have retired to this seaside town. I tell them that by the year 20?? most coastal towns will be under water. One woman chastises me, telling me I shouldn't talk or worry about that. I reply, "

This was a very short dream that started with me in a group of women. We were in a non-descript building waiting. A man came in and led us into another building. I wasn't alarmed or worried just complaisant that this was the routine.

This was a long, twisty, weird one! I dreamt that I was living in a large, beautiful, but worn down home. I didn't mind fixing it up, in fact, if there is ONE thing I'm good at, it is making things beautiful! My husband and I planned what we wanted to with different rooms but my main focus was outside. I wanted to grow vegetables, and we had enough space now that I could just go WILD with my strawberries, lilies, and passion flowers (My VERY favorite flower)!

We had worked for quite some time when I saw a blue pick-up truck. An ex of mine was in it. THIS particular ex had been a stalker and DID not take our breakup well.

I ran inside to lock all the doors... but the locks on the doors were just little floppy pieces of wood. They had been poorly screwed in and with little effort fell off the wall and to the floor. I felt SO STUPID that the locks hadn't been the FIRST thing we checked... but there was nothing I could do about that now. I had to get them in tighter! I ran to find a power tool to screw the pieces of wood in more tightly, but it was too late... he was in our home. Watching us. He tried to grab my hand and I snatched it away and he smiled and said that he would wait. I informed him that I was married now and he needed to leave, and he said to me "things change". This really creeped me out because after we dated for a while, I found out this guy was a special kind of crazy... It was amazing he wasn't in jail. He haunted our house now, never leaving me and my husband alone for a minute... until he got a phone call.

I could hear an angry woman on the other end of the phone tell him she was pregnant. WHAT!? He scrambled to get his things and leave and I laughed and cheered... even doing the moon walk at one point... Then felt guilty for a minute that now some other woman had to deal with him.

Now that THAT was out of the way, I felt safe to explore the streets we were on. I saw one of my neighbors walking up the street and decided to introduce myself. I walked over to him and told him my name and that I had just moved into the old house. He never made eye contact, he just kept walking... so I kept talking. I told him that I loved this new village and not having to live right on top of my neighbor and told him my plans to build a massive garden. Still looking ahead he grumbled "Well good for you." If grouchy cat were to turn into a human, THIS would be it.

I just kept smiling and talking until the man asked me to come with him. I followed him to a little building with a tin roof. Inside were two other grouchy-looking men. They were starting up their own hunting shop! I'm not one who likes to hunt, but I am a great archer. Even though the little building was mostly empty, there was a small display of strange bows and arrows. I ran over to see some of the neatest archery equipment I have ever seen. There was an arrow that was made from what looked like pine wood. It was a light color and really looked NOTHING like an arrow. Instead it was a long figurine of a woman in a gown. The grumpy man told me that it wouldn't miss... for anyone to miss something with THAT arrow, they would actually have to try VERY hard. He then opened the glass display it was in and handed it to me. When it touched my hand, a small shard of it broke off. I had barely touched it! The man got VERY angry and started yelling for me to leave.

I put my head down in shame and told him I would but first I had to pay for the arrow I broke. Unfortunately, all I had in my pocket at the time was $30. I told him that I would make sure to work and get the rest of the money, but I needed an address to mail it to since I wasn't allowed in the store. He looked confused for a minute when I handed him the money, and then he HUGGED me. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be happy or scared. I certainly never expected the man to HUG me. He told me that he didn't get to meet very many honest people and that I was welcome back any time. Still, I needed to leave. My husband was working on the house alone.

I turned to walk out of the building and felt my pocket itch to find the $30 was back in there. I asked the man if he had put the money back in my pocket and he said he had. He didn't want to take it, but I insisted he did. I would still pay for the arrow... even if he forgave me, it was only fair. The arrow DID break in MY hand while it was MY responsibility. The grumpy man was no longer grumpy, instead he said he looked forward to me coming back to pay him and the money would help build up his shop.

Now, as I was about to leave, another, shorter man looked upset. I asked him what was wrong. Apparently, he had never been to a homecoming. He was grown now, but he was going to a class reunion and they were going to do a mock homecoming. I didn't see the problem there. He looked down and said that he was shy and didn't want to go alone. "OOoooh! So you need a date!" I said. He blushed and looked like he wanted to run under a rock. I told him it was no problem, I would go with him. But first he had to ask my grandmother's permission (I don't know why) and I had to tell my husband where I was going. He agreed and we walked to this homecoming.

Once we got there... it was probably the most drab homecoming I have ever seen. There were plenty of people, but no one was dancing, no one was talking... heck... there weren't even any SNACKS! You certainly cant have a party without snacks! The man was a bit shorter than me too... I got the feeling that it bummed him out a bit.

He sat alone on the sidelines of the party, and I sat next to him and rubbed his back. He was hot and sweaty... poor guy. I told him not to worry! I would "fix" the party. I managed to find some more lively music... that was a start. People began to sway a bit, but I wouldn't say they were dancing... next, I looked in a small bag I all of a sudden seemed to have to find lots of Japanese candy and some curry mix. I made an Asian spread for the table and people flocked to it. I had to try one of the candies myself... it looked like one of those clear, golden, fish oil pills, so I expected it to be gross, but it was REALLY sweet and delicious, aside from the fact that it stuck to your teeth...

After the party picked up and the man seemed to be having a good time, I decided that I would sneak out and go home. He wouldn't be able to find a REAL date if I'm glued to him. On my way home, I came across another party. It was a little girl's birthday party. I was going to walk past, but some people saw me walking by and asked me to join them. They would give me a ride home afterwards. Well, I'm not one to turn down free birthday cake so I joined them. We were all given little camera's on necklaces, which was pretty nice... but I thought it was weird that there were policemen there.

I noticed that one policeman had accidentally left his camera hanging on a swing set in the park we were in, so I grabbed it and chased him down to return it. When I tried to give it to him, he started cussing me. I was confused and tried to tell him "Look, I saw you left this and thought you might have wanted it... I'm not trying to fight with you, but you have no right to talk to me like that wearing that uniform." He got even more enraged and began pushing me, and at that point I turned on the camera and started taking pictures and recording clips of what he was doing.

I tried to ask him to leave me alone, or I would take this to court. He told me there would be nothing to see in court if I was dead and pulled out his night stick and started beating me. I couldn't film any more because I dropped to the ground in a ball and covered my head. I could see the feet of everyone all around me and wondered why no one would help me.

Finally, the cop stopped beating me. Another officer of some sort had pulled him off of me and asked what happened. I gave him the camera and told him what I remembered. The bad cop was hauled off and sentenced to death for an attempted murder. I didn't care much for that judgment... but the cop DID threaten to kill me, and he had beaten me pretty badly... ( I was limping now). I thought that they would do this in a humane way, through injection or something... but no. They wanted to do something so weird, I'm not sure what to make of it. They brought the cop back and prepared a white sheet by soaking it in some sort of liquid, then covering both sides with salt and Lyme. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I yelled. The other officer who had arrested the one that beat me told me that this was standard procedure. They meant to put this sheet on the cop and bury him alive! I told him that I didn't want that! The cop hadn't KILLED me! He didn't deserve to die in THAT way! I forgive him! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!!! But the officer told me that it was no longer MY choice. The judge had demanded it. I felt horrible. This was happening because of me... but would it have been better had the bad cop just killed me? I didn't know what to think... but this was WRONG. They put one half of the wet, salted sheet in the casket, then had the tied up cop put in it before flipping the other end of the sheet over his head and on top of him. I was horrified when they shut and locked the casket.

Four men grabbed the sides of the casket and started walking away with him. I asked the officer who saved me what they planned to do with him. Why weren't they digging a hole for him, and the man showed me the white house. There was a thick foundation under it.. and they had begun adding to the foundation. There were walls being built around the white house by adding more and more "foundation". I could see in my mind that the casket would be brought to the foundation and placed on top, then bricks and cement would be stacked around him... he would become part of the "foundation". I felt sick to my stomach. The foundation was three layers thick.. he was the beginning to the fourth layer... how many layers before the White House would be completely covered?

This is the second dream wich followed the first one immediately. Time: Monday, 19.May in the morning (around 4:00 CET - sorry forgot to mention this at the first dream).



I was a guest at a marriage. An old lady was the bride. I did / do not know who was the bridegroom.
We were housed in an old hotel. A classic building with dark wood panels on the wall and dark red carpets on
the floor.
Long walkways, a separate kitchen and other rooms and halls. Kitchen maids and servants all around.
The kitchen maids were clothed in white blouse and black skirts / aprons. The servants wore white shirts, striped
vests and black trousers. Like the servants in old english movies.

The guests were partly family members of the old lady - daughter, sons, grandchilds, other relatives - and partly
some friends an acquaintances.

We all were gathered in a big hall, where we awaited the old lady to get married. The doors were closed and we all
looked outside (how? - some keyholes, small windows) to watch out for the old lady.

Then the old lady arrived. She was small, maybe 1.60m, whitehaired, I estimated her about 80years old.
She held a walking cane and wore a white bridal costume and a pair of dusky pink high heel plateau sandals! -
The guests were aghast at this sight.

At this moment the daughter of the old lady stepped to the door and locked it from inside. She cried out loud and
shook the door with all her power. Knocked again and again. I felt some kind of sadness for her and begged
the daughter to open the door but the daughter didn't retreat.

Meanwhile the guests drank and talked. Some were full of sympathy for the old lady, others disgusted.

The old ladies crying got quieter and quieter. After a while nothing was to hear. Some of the guests were drunken
and puked to the floor. It was a great mess and the servants and kitchen maids did what they could.

Then again it knocked on the door. We looked outside and this time there was the old lady in the
clothing of a kitchen maid. The daughter immediately opened the door.

The old lady came in and began helping the servants and kitchen maids to clean up the mess. Finally she laid
down the floor with her belly and polished the linoleum. All guests, servants and kitchen maids stood around
and admired her devotion.

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some comments - feel free to delete them; maybe
they distract from the dream.

During the writing of the report I had to think about the old lady as being the queen of england and standing
in the dream for the british monarchy / the government. Maybe for the whole old system.

This is supported from the old british looking environment of the hotel and personnel.
The marriage may be some kind of liason with somebody/some institution.

Wearing high heels maybe a sign of heightening oneself over the others.
Some kind of pride or arrogance, to be something better.

Only the daughter - the closest relative - could do what was done. Nobody else would have done this: denying marriage
to this old and venerable lady. So there may be some resistance inside the queens family / the government / the system.
against this undertaking. But it seems not to be the undertaking but the attitude of the
government to this undertaking.

After some trouble and after rethinking this attitude and doing penance everthing is fine.

I intended to participate on project august again. Started with the recommended procedure to
force some insights concerning august. But not as last week, where I had a strong feeling of being
at august, this time I'm not sure.
I had two dreams, one shortly following the other. After I woke up, I made some notices.
In the morning I wrote the full text.

The First Dream:

we (my wife and a befriended couple) were strifing through my hometown on the search of a book.
Dont know exactly what kind of book. We eventually found it in a sleeping room which I was familiar with.
It was a small, about 15x10x4cm black book. I have something similar on my bookshelf, an old lexicon.
There was no obvious reason why we should search for that book, just a kind of certainty.

The city was dark because of the deep clouds and thick black smoke
all around. Some fire nests here and there.

We drove around with a small european car. Just big enough to hold 4 persons.
After we got the book, we headed to the rim of the town, where my friend owns a small house.
When we arrived there, everything was also layerd with black dirt. Some smaller single fires were burning.
Some glow nests in the bushes nearby. Not a very pleasant place.

So we decided to leave and go south to the mountains.
There we drove our car as high as possible and the hiked up the mountain until we reached a hut. The weather
was fine and we had blue skies above.
At the hut an older, sturdy women received us - as if she awaited us.

The women was clothed in something like a leather costume. It reminded me of some kind of a native american
costume as I know it from film. White with woven black and yellow / red braid and fringes on the arms
and legs. Pocahontas or winnetous sister

All around the meadows were full in grass. High, about 20cm, lush and deep green. I had some strong feeling
of indian summer. But it was not fall. It was early / high summer, with a native american.

After we arrived, she guided us to a peak from where we could overlook the scenery.
Above us, the sky was blue and we stood in sunshine. But farther away the peaks
were covered from dark clouds. Only way farther away there was a small view between two peaks, where blue sky
was visible again.

After viewing the scenery we went slowly back to the hut. Because of the great weather I decided to
get up the mountain again, just for fun. Again up the hill I deliberately slided down
the slope over the fat green meadow with just a pair of simple leather sandals - like a skier.
That was so much fun! There was laughter and joy!

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The title maybe strange, but it reflects a kind of certain feeling when dreaming.
I always think of "Indian Summer" of some kind of special weather condition. Warm, soft wind, no chill, no blinding but low light and
warm colors. And maybe its also meant as "the summer of the native american".

The whole dream episode may show a situation in the future. The book symbolizes the hunt for knowledge. We / I have
to gather the knowledge and take it with me.

The city may be uninhabitable - not sure if the dark clouds and the fire stands for real fire / natural catastrophy or
is a symbol for social conflicts.

Heading to the mountains may be the best choice. The native american symbolizes mother nature wich welcomes us.

The view shows the closer and the more distant future. A short time with darker clouds will be followed by blue skies.

The skiing with the leather sandals shows that we may have great fun living simple, without high tech equipment.

12/27/09
This dream was about My family and a few other people driving east to escape from,...I dont know what? Some kind of natural dissorder.
We continued driving east, untill I got the feeling to turn south. (we were following the Cats...Power lines)
When I turned to look behins us, I saw a huge funnel cloud (Tornado) and I remember thinking to my self in the dream..."This is what these people are dealing with."
Then I woke up.