Date: 2014-05-08
Time: 0608
Type: Standard, linear, POV

I am what seems to be a young, mafia-type businessman attending a prestigious, yet exclusive gathering at an associate's house. I am wearing a black suit, with a pink collared shirt underneath, with no tie. In the lounge, a friend hands me a rare, light-brown coloured cigar and begins to recite a funny story. Not wanting to hear it, I immediately head for the bathroom. On the way, I remember "

Date: 2014-05-08
Time: 0608
Type: Flash, linear, 2P

In front of my parent's house, I am getting into a 4-door sedan with my parents, on my way to some sort of graduation ceremony. I am wearing a unique black shirt with a white undershirt, black dress pants and black shoes. As I get into the back right seat (my father gets into the driver's seat), my mother walks over to the trunk to put something inside. Suddenly, my dad starts to drive while the trunk is still open. Out the back window, I see the startled expression on my mother's face and yell for my dad to stop. After about 30 feet (with my mom chasing after the car), he stops and she gets into the front passenger seat, directly in front of me.

Date: 2014-05-08
Time: 0608
Type: Flash, linear, POV

In the early morning, I'm riding a motorcycle/car hybrid vehicle down a single lane expressway to work. The weather is cool and a little cloudy. After passing under several underpasses, I'm nearing the end of the road that comes to a T intersection. About 100 yards from the end, there is a stalled / broken-down white, flat front truck under an underpass. Although I am in the right-hand lane, it is also in the right hand lane, but facing me (as though it is in the wrong lane). There is 1 police car on the right side of the truck and 1 on the left side beside the left lane. The only way to pass the truck is in the left-hand lane. Since I am travelling at a relatively fast speed, I pass it without difficulty.

In new training place, as if I am visiting someone,


The house is in the southwest like new mexico


I had was having a conversation spanish football(soccer) player. We got along very well.He took down his pants and I had an affair with him. We had gone somewhere and there was a car accident. He had been drinking. the next was there was doctors and official looking people at the house. He was laying there in his underwear, and they were examining him and asking me questions about the accident but I couldn't remember the accident but I then ask if this story comes out will it be a new story in Spain and they said yes because EVERYONE knows him in Spain. I didn't know who he was. I tried to delay and talk about the pain I was having. The officials became suspicious and wanted to blood alcohol test to see if he was drunk while driving. I told them he hadn't had much to drink and that In Spain he would be considered over the limit but not in America. I was talking to my spouse and he went to talk to the footballer. I deny everything. We then made plans to go back home to los Angeles. I was then sitting with some older woman who were reading a book but she didn't like the book as she thought it was too boring.

I only remember a little chunk of this dream. I did, again, make preparations to dream of "Important Events in August 2014"... I was disappointed that my dream didn't seem to be very significant this time around, but there is always next time...

I don't remember how I got in this situation in the dream, but for whatever reason, I had become homeless. My parents house burned down a few months ago. (I actually dreamt of their house on fire, but never where the fire actually started... and though I told my parents my dream, none of us ever thought much of it. I was told I was probably dreaming of it because the memories in the home was a source of comfort, and I was afraid that comfort would be destroyed.) Anyway, I was visiting their NEW home. They had begrudgingly allowed me to stay there with my youngest son. I was directed into the room and it looked ALOT like a hospital room... complete with those horrible, off-white speckled tiles, ceiling squares and furniture. There was a counter with a mirror on one side of the room with a built-in sink. On the other side was a hospital bed with those horrible, crunchy hospital sheets. No comforter. It didn't matter to me, at least I had a place to stay!

I had a little bag with me that I sat next to the bed, then thanked my parents over and over before making myself at home in the room. It was dreary and bare, so after playing with my son and rocking him to sleep, I sat up and doodled drawings to put up on the wall. I thought if I could just draw ONE thing a day, I would eventually make the room beautiful.

The next day I strapped my son to me in a baby carrier and hunted jobs. The sun was SO HOT and he was getting heavy. Nevertheless, I did what I could then returned home exhausted. I had just unstrapped my son and was getting comfortable when my grandmother popped around the corner. Apparently she lived there too. She asked if she could spend time with the baby and I told her "Of course!" I happily handed her her great-grandson. I was thinking how lucky he was, after all, not every kid gets to meet their great-grandmother! As I thought that, I saw my great grandmother look over her shoulder at me. She had a mean look about her as if she were taking my child because I wasn't fit to keep him. I stood there shocked for a moment... but since there was nothing I could do about how she felt about me, I chose just to ignore it.

I was very hungry anyway... and I knew my baby had to be. We hadn't eaten since we got there! The kitchen was FULL of food, but I was not allowed to eat what I hadn't bought myself. There was a little pantry for MY food, when I opened it, all that was in it were two or three packs of SPICY ramen noodles. This was a real dilemma... What was I going to feed my son?! I prepared the noodles hoping that maybe they weren't really THAT spicy. Since I live in the south, me and my children are very used to spicy, flavorful foods, so maybe it wouldn't be that bad?

I blew the noodles and cut them into tiny pieces as I went into my grandmother's room to find my son. Her room was beautiful! It was purple and filled with flowers. She had a HUGE bed with a purple flowery comforter and was asleep with all three of my boys. Now I was in bigger trouble... I needed to feed all three of them these noodles and I only had a pack or two left in the cabinet... this meant I would not be eating for a while. I tried to wake up the youngest, and he kicked and woke up the oldest and my middle child was still asleep. I was struggling to hold my baby on my hip to feed him when my other son started jumping on my grandmother's bed waking her and bumping the bowl in my hand, causing me to spill some of the noodle juice on one of the pillows. My grandmother looked up at me and was clearly VERY angry. I apologized profusely and told her that I would clean it up immediately! Instead, she yelled at me to get out, I had done enough.

I was very upset that I had angered her, and brought my boys into the room. We all colored and put our work on the wall... but I noticed that there was a mess now and I needed to clean up. The garbage bags were in my brother's room. I was not allowed in there, but I wasn't left with much of a choice if I wanted a garbage bag... so I snuck in to get one. When I opened his door, my jaw almost hit the floor. He had a nice couch, a big screen TV, beautiful furniture, retro arcade games, A GIANT bed... it was every man's dream pad. I wanted to be angry for a minute... my brother had always been my parents "favorite", but it seemed unfair that I was almost completely ignored... but to be fair, I was an adult and was responsible for my own happiness. Whatever they bought or did for him was none of my business, I was a guest in their house and if I wanted nice things, it was fair enough that I should earn them myself. So I grabbed a garbage bag and left to clean my room.

Later, I was invited to go shopping with my parents. I was very excited, because I have not been invited to do ANYTHING with my family for years. I had a small bag and inside I packed this awesome thing that unfolded into a journal, a notepad, and address book and many other things. It was beautiful, pink, design-ey, and just awesome. It had a quill pen with different colored inks you could screw into the bottom... the current colored ink was gold, but I also had red, blue, and silver too. I was pretty smug when I packed it. I thought to myself that this was all the luxury I needed. I could write, draw and keep information in this and it was beautiful and one of a kind. Even though everyone else had much nicer things than me, no one had one of THESE! I felt pretty good carrying it around.

My parents drove to a place that looked like a small, outdoor, shopping center, and it wasn't long before everyone separated and went different directions leaving me alone. I didn't have any money to shop, and I felt lonely and out of place for a moment, until I noticed that I was next to an ocean! It would make a beautiful sketch, or maybe I could write in my journal... at any rate, the trip wasn't a complete waste of time.

The Encounter
05/17/14

Waking up in an indistinct place with my husband, Mark, next to me, the understanding that our three children were in nearby rooms came upon me. A man entered our room and began working on some type of instrument with a wheel. He told us to call our children.

We got up and looked into a mirror but the reflected image was slightly different than our usual appearance. While we were marveling at this, our image changed back into what we knew as us.

We then joined Kyle and Audrey and went into a large room where, to our surprise, there were many Melanie's and Mark's and Kyle's and Audrey's. Each family looked very much like us but with slight differences in height, hair color, and other cosmetic characteristics.

We all began to discern that we were the same family but in different variations. No words were spoken as the knowledge that we were all from different dimensions permeated the family groups.

With this recognition came extreme joy and curiosity. I began studying other Melanie's and comparing my features and traits to theirs. I then began reviewing all the Kyle's and Audrey's and comparing them to my Kyle and Audrey.

It was then that I missed Emily. I said in a normal voice, "

I really can't remember details but I was looking over Iceland in some way. For the entire day afterward, Iceland kept coming up all over the place on radio, television, books or magazines I picked up.

It is sometime in the future and it was common knowledge that most of the Men in the US had gone off to War or were killed. The people who were left in the US were mostly Women and Children. The cities everywhere were in kayos and in flames. There were armed Men clothed in dark clothing, covering everything, form the head drapes to the tactical boots. They had taken over, and were rounding up those who were left. Men were killed on the spot and the Women were used to their will. Thank Goodness I didn't see what they did to the children!! I remained hidden until I could take the remaining Women aside, before the terrorists got to them. I then taught these women how to fight back and a safe place to hide their children.

05/07/08
This dream was about temptation. The friends I have and the friends I will have...In this dream I was hanging out with a friend who lived next door to a [certain] family
One day my friends and I were invited over to their house. They always had get to gather's with their family & played, what we thought, were stupid games. In a sense we almost thought we were better than them because we thought we had more fun!
My friends and I decided to leave call up our other friends and plan a party!! But It had to be epic so we started to come up with a plan. For some reason, some of my friends thought it would be cool to steal some Christmas trees from the nearby Nursery. I did nothing to help, I knew it was not right, but I did nothing to stop them either.
We then started setting things up for our kick ass party, but for some reason it all felt wrong...especially the theft! Still I went along and with it all and we had just gotten the food table set up with food out and ready. Then the [certain] family showed up.
They innocently asked us what we were doing, but just as nice and happy as they could be. My friends started going on about stupid simple little things, Lying about the Christmas trees, just trying to get rid of them.
Then Jesus Christ appeared. He stood quiet over by the munchie table, still everyone shut up and noticed him. We all knew who he was. Some of the people admitted to the theft, while others lied denied.
Jesus just kept quiet, he was able to get inside our minds and knew what lay hidden in our hearts. He knew . there was noo hiding from the truth.
When he looked over at me, I told him every part I had to do with the theft. I had no reason to lie. Even if I did I would not lie anyways.
I then noticed him smile, and as soon as he appeared, he was gone.

May 18, 2014 2:10 a.m. (Eastern Standard Time)
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I woke up suddenly, after 4 hours of sleep. In a half-waking condition, I remembered some scenarios. Others are lost, to me.
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I seemed to be on some kind of battlefield, but in a place of rest (a lull in the fighting): and, away from where fighting was being waged. Was listening to someone else, through a radio (not a walkie-talkie, but larger). That individual was in a far-off place, unrelated to my own situation. The other individual was also working in a military capacity, of some sort. [I have never served in the military, in my real life.]
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I asked where this other man was. The word "LeJeune" was repeated, several times. In the dream, (as in reality), I didn't know anything about a Camp LeJeune, in North Carolina. (i.e., there was no previous association with this real place, in my mind). To me, this "LeJeune" conjured up an image of a very far-away place, up near the Arctic Circle and "way beyond the international dateline". Rather surreal. Because, when I asked him to synchronize our watches (i.e., to compare our time zones), to find out how far away he might be--(time-wise)--it turned out that it was 2:00 a.m., for him, and 12:00 (midnight), for me. [It was only after I woke up that I realized that the other man was 26 hours ahead of me! And, that is totally impossible, in reality.]
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Somehow, there was an arranged meeting (he and I arranged it, together), for my commanding officer to go "up there", where he was, for some weird kind of "debriefing": or, to compare notes, for logistical purposes.
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The next "scene" was some sort of "base", at that other place (I even referred to Alaska, in my dream, and the other man gave no impression that I was "far off", in my estimation of where that actual place might be. [with no "apparent" connection to the real "LeJeune": which is nowhere near Alaska].
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I had gone with my CO (commanding officer) and was an "onlooker", to what happened, after that. The only significant (but strange) thing I vividly recall was being on that "base" and focusing on some sort of chain-link pen or enclosure--just big enough (maybe 4-5 feet wide and about 10 feet long) for my superior to enter, while awaiting the other man (who was an officer, too). The other man came (there seemed to be other men in uniform around the "pen") and he entered the enclosure and proceeded to "check out my commander", paying attention to his uniform and insignia, which were different from his. He seemed to "rough up" my superior commanding officer, a little. I was surprised that my CO was being treated that way, in an enclosure that seemed like a pig pen (i.e., he was being treated like a pig, not a "friendly").
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After that, I fully woke up, and most of the other portions of the dream were quickly forgotten, except for one scenario that occurred prior to me being in this initial scene (a place of quiet). I was in some kind of craft (massive, like a blimp, (or like a C-47 military transport plane) [which I just googled, because I never was military]. It was odd, though, because this "transport" didn't seem to have wings (but, hanging out of the back end of one of those planes, one is not aware of either the wings or the tail.
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We were falling out of the sky, and it was not known what lay below us, whether water or land.
(After "falling out of the sky", the scenario changed to something else, and then to the place of R&R, for lack of a better word.)