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Well, Eagle1, you are in my dreams again. *L* In the first scene, you look like yourself and in the second, more like Elvis Presley.
12/19/15 About 11:30 PM CST
Intent: Tell me something about today's bot run. 'christmas' and 'apocalypse' on my mind.
I was myself in this dream, not an observer.
In scene 1, I am standing in front of a wall of large sheets of paper - news articles, pictures, and what looked a lot like a copy of one of Eric Leigh-Pink's blog posts - all of which were greatly enlarged to read easily. It was Eric's post that I was looking at that was giving locations (plural) of an anticipated natural event using numbers. The numbers were on a very blurred map so I didn't catch the locations of those except one was in the North Atlantic area (21) and the other about where I was (32) - mid-eastern side of South America - 32 being the most significant one because the post read something like, "Someone called somewhere to report number 32." That line created a 'light bulb moment' and I rushed to the back of the room to tell Eagle1 about it. There were a few other people in the room, as well, all trying to investigate and come up with an answer about what the upcoming event was going to be and where. There was no doubt that there was to be an event. Eagle1 was sitting in a chair at the back of the room facing the wall, hunched over and picking away at a small electronic tablet.
In scene 2 there was a very loud and intense thundering sound that sounded more like metal trash can lids being smashed together. I find myself in a large covered outdoor conference hall with white stuccoed walls. The conference was over but there were still a few people about the room. The scene was of empty chairs and tables and a large coffee urn on a table that had been used for a buffet. The carpet was a reddish brown. We all turned to look up and out through the open space of the outdoor room at the sky. There we saw a large circular roiling cloud hovering ominously in the sky and around it danced a couple of different kinds of clouds, or were they clouds? These clouds were more like cloud objects of bright pink and green light flying around in a circle 8 pattern leaving cloud trails behind them - something like fireworks only much less defined. They reminded me of the cloud lights that are seen hovering in the sky before an earthquake - and they were giving off a whirring crackly sound as they moved.
I turned knowing I had to get out of the building and saw Eagle1 (looking like Elvis Presley) stand up from his chair after talking to someone and I went over to him. The way we greeted each other seemed like we didn't know the other was at the conference. All of a sudden a great wall of water gushed into the room. The water tank above the hotel has burst. We quickly left looking for shelter. Now we are walking uphill down a street in a more industrial area. It felt like we were in a town where Spanish was spoken. It wasn't Mexico but felt more like somewhere in South America. Further up the hill we saw a beautiful, tall skinny church engulfed in flames. A woman we couldn't see shouted, "Don't go into the church, It's on fire!". That was pretty obvious. The voice seemed to come from the church itself.
We're still walking quickly up the street and stopped at a house where a man and woman were sitting on a small porch with a big box of apples. Eagle1 started to ask the couple where we could find shelter when the man reached out and grabbed Eagle1, dragged him half onto the porch and began beating him on the head with a wooden stick. Another man appeared with the intent to help Eagle1 when the dream ended.
As a side note, the sky was sunny, it wasn't raining, there was no wind and the ground wasn't shaking but it was important to find a safe place even though the feeling was that it had to be real safe or we'd be trapped. No building that we saw had the feeling that it was safe - the single level white stuccoed manufacturing building with the big air conditioner that we had passed or the other big dark grey stuccoed hotel further up on the hill. 3 plus 5 (2132) = 8.
Upon waking, the first thing I thought was 'day residue' from what I had read on the web this day even though I believe all dreams are made up of day residue that is used to convey messages because day residue is the most recent memories that the brain can use for that purpose.
This is Eric's latest post - http://worldwidepredictions.com/2015/12/...-12-19-15/
12/19/15 About 11:30 PM CST
Intent: Tell me something about today's bot run. 'christmas' and 'apocalypse' on my mind.
I was myself in this dream, not an observer.
In scene 1, I am standing in front of a wall of large sheets of paper - news articles, pictures, and what looked a lot like a copy of one of Eric Leigh-Pink's blog posts - all of which were greatly enlarged to read easily. It was Eric's post that I was looking at that was giving locations (plural) of an anticipated natural event using numbers. The numbers were on a very blurred map so I didn't catch the locations of those except one was in the North Atlantic area (21) and the other about where I was (32) - mid-eastern side of South America - 32 being the most significant one because the post read something like, "Someone called somewhere to report number 32." That line created a 'light bulb moment' and I rushed to the back of the room to tell Eagle1 about it. There were a few other people in the room, as well, all trying to investigate and come up with an answer about what the upcoming event was going to be and where. There was no doubt that there was to be an event. Eagle1 was sitting in a chair at the back of the room facing the wall, hunched over and picking away at a small electronic tablet.
In scene 2 there was a very loud and intense thundering sound that sounded more like metal trash can lids being smashed together. I find myself in a large covered outdoor conference hall with white stuccoed walls. The conference was over but there were still a few people about the room. The scene was of empty chairs and tables and a large coffee urn on a table that had been used for a buffet. The carpet was a reddish brown. We all turned to look up and out through the open space of the outdoor room at the sky. There we saw a large circular roiling cloud hovering ominously in the sky and around it danced a couple of different kinds of clouds, or were they clouds? These clouds were more like cloud objects of bright pink and green light flying around in a circle 8 pattern leaving cloud trails behind them - something like fireworks only much less defined. They reminded me of the cloud lights that are seen hovering in the sky before an earthquake - and they were giving off a whirring crackly sound as they moved.
I turned knowing I had to get out of the building and saw Eagle1 (looking like Elvis Presley) stand up from his chair after talking to someone and I went over to him. The way we greeted each other seemed like we didn't know the other was at the conference. All of a sudden a great wall of water gushed into the room. The water tank above the hotel has burst. We quickly left looking for shelter. Now we are walking uphill down a street in a more industrial area. It felt like we were in a town where Spanish was spoken. It wasn't Mexico but felt more like somewhere in South America. Further up the hill we saw a beautiful, tall skinny church engulfed in flames. A woman we couldn't see shouted, "Don't go into the church, It's on fire!". That was pretty obvious. The voice seemed to come from the church itself.
We're still walking quickly up the street and stopped at a house where a man and woman were sitting on a small porch with a big box of apples. Eagle1 started to ask the couple where we could find shelter when the man reached out and grabbed Eagle1, dragged him half onto the porch and began beating him on the head with a wooden stick. Another man appeared with the intent to help Eagle1 when the dream ended.
As a side note, the sky was sunny, it wasn't raining, there was no wind and the ground wasn't shaking but it was important to find a safe place even though the feeling was that it had to be real safe or we'd be trapped. No building that we saw had the feeling that it was safe - the single level white stuccoed manufacturing building with the big air conditioner that we had passed or the other big dark grey stuccoed hotel further up on the hill. 3 plus 5 (2132) = 8.
Upon waking, the first thing I thought was 'day residue' from what I had read on the web this day even though I believe all dreams are made up of day residue that is used to convey messages because day residue is the most recent memories that the brain can use for that purpose.
This is Eric's latest post - http://worldwidepredictions.com/2015/12/...-12-19-15/
