Something is happening, not so much physically, but vibrationally < I don't know if that is correct.  The veil seems to be tearing somehow.  There are syrupy moments, fast and frantic keystone cop periods like after work today.  I was almost hit 4 different times and there were accidents everywhere around me.  My best friend was in the car with me and said, "Jesus, if we make it home in one piece..."  It was just nuts - the energy was frantic, schizoid, angry.  A few days ago I was walking to the library at lunch and was thinking about things/issues when I decided I simply think too much.  There is simply no disecting or analyzing all the strange energy happening lately.  I consciously allowed the troubling thoughts to rise to my crown and let them go.  Instantly I felt powerful, centered, sort of out of body, other.

Years ago I used to read this newletter called On Eagles Wings or something like that.  This Canadian guy who was into writing about everything that is happening now said something once I'll never forget, and it was resonating in my mind as I continued walking.  We have to be like a cat that always lands on it's feet; awake, intuitively aware and flexible.  Which my mind, loving to segue, swung to an I Ching verse.  Everything that is ridge will break.  Everything that is hard will crumble.  Only what is soft, flexible and flowing survives. 

Before I went to sleep I was thinking about the various "strangers" I've met in my dreams who seem to know me.  I had been feeling down, blah, irritable for a few days because as much as I'm delighted to be living at this time, want to survive all the way through and come out the other side to be of some use, I often feel trapped, stuck, impatient.  I have glittering moments of such clarity and quantum leaps (to me) in consciousness but I know there is so much more and I can't hang on to it because I have to get up, make coffee, go to work, pay the bills, take a furlough day which makes it hard to pay the bills.....and then I lose the glittering moment.  In time the experience becomes a dim memory.  At any rate, long story short, I reached out in faith (not fond of that word) or ridiculousness and sent this out mentally, I know you're there, whoever you are, and I know you are many.  You may be my mothers, sister, brothers, friends, fathers, lovers, children in other places, and I know you know me but I don't know you.  I need your help.  I can't do this alone.  I need companions on any level and I'm asking you to join me, walk with me, guide me, etcetera etcetera.  While I was thinking this fervently I felt a substantial form over me.  And then I fell asleep.  Instantly people from everywhere and everyplace walked toward me.  They were from other plains and places and most wanted intense eye contact as they walked closer then kept walking past.  And then several young people (I'm 56) from right here, earth, came out of the shadows and revealed themselves.  It was like a scene from The Crow or something.  They were making themselves available.  They didn't speak but their names came to me.  Three names out of the group; Justin, Jason, Marta.  Thank you.

I'm a sane person who goes to work everyday and pays her bills, has good credit, owns a home, and I am not schizophrenic - but this happened.  I was laying in bed thinking just breathing and feeling good and extending myself outward and saying my silent, personal mantra, "You have everything you need at all times.  You have the answer to all your questions already, within you.  You possess every ability to heal yourself already.  There is nothing to realize but this."  I started having some peculiar sensations in my upper right front forehead area, behind my forehead and in my brain I guess.  Then this soft male voice from that same area of my brain simply said, "stop breathing".  What?!  I was a little freaked but lay still and calm.  "Stop breathing."  WTF.  Of course, I didn't and never have.  What WAS that? 

Came to a deserted gas station, area around it was clear. Went inside the store, there is a woman with a several lacerations on her right arm, leg, & side; she is not moving. She is white, brown hair, skinny, 5’6,” wearing khaki shorts & a short-sleeve shirt. Next to her is a baby girl, maybe 10 months old, brown hair, blue eyes, wearing a diaper & a pink t-shirt with “Daddy’s Angel” on it. The baby is quietly playing with keys. I reached down to check her pulse; it is thready at best. I send my son to get the medical kit. I begin to gently tap her face & she slowly comes to. She is very incoherent, but after several minutes I am able to piece together what she is saying. She was hungry, went looking for food, pack of dogs attack, protect Risa, made it inside store, dogs left, need help, save Risa, husband come home, it hurts. 

As she rambled on, I did a physical exam. One laceration on her arm was fairly deep & showing the beginning signs of infection. The gash on her leg is down to the bone and showing signs of putrefaction; it is also slightly swollen with some tissue already turning black. I take a closer look at the leg wound & see pus oozing; it also has a foul smell.  My son comes in with the kit; I take out the thermometer & take her temperature; she has a very high fever.  I tell my son to take the baby & wait outside.  I search my kit, I have no antibiotics – they would not help anyway; gangrene has already set in. All I can do is ease her pain & give her comfort. I find a vial of morphine & a needle and give her a lethal dose. I move to put her head in my lap.  Her speech is still very fragmented; I gently stroke her head & softly murmur soothing words. 

She grabs my hand, looks me directly in the eyes, & very clearly makes me promise to take care of “Marissa” (so it’s not Risa) until her husband comes for her. I promise, she smiles, & thanks me, & her whole body goes slack. I check her breathing & pulse – nothing.  I close her eyes & tears slowly slide down my face. I take a deep breath, lower her head to the ground, & begin to search her pockets for an id. To my disbelief, she has a driver’s license. Her address on the license is only a mile away. I walk out of the store; shake my head in the negative, in answer to my son’s unspoken question. We get in the truck, drive to the house listed on the license.  The door is closed, but unlocked.  I go in, it's neat. I see a picture of woman, man, & the baby on the end table - I grab it. Walk down the hall, locating the baby’s room, there is only two diapers & a handful of wipes. I grab both & stuff them and a few clothes into a nearby diaper bag.  Walk out, go to the kitchen, on the frig, there is picture of the man, in uniform – he is in a desert environment. I shake my head & think to myself that if he is in the desert, he has one hell of a journey ahead of him. I grab the picture, turn it over, the date reads 7/15/11 (a small chortle escapes from my lips & I shake my head). I look through the drawers & find paper and pen.  I scribble a note to the man, informing him of his wife’s passing & that we have his daughter.  I also give him coordinates where I will check every day at noon for him. I put the note up on the frig along with a small picture of me & my son, and open the front door.

As soon as I open the door, there is thick white mist; when I close the door, the mist clears & I am fast-forwarded to 6 years into the future. I am speaking with Marissa & I am explaining to her that she can't come with me because it isn't safe. I leave her with my son. There are other people there; they are with me, can’t really see them as they remain in the background. I get to the location, survey the area & see a man standing in the clearing. It’s Marissa’s dad. I walk into the clearing, calling his name. He turns towards me; he is very guarded & apprehensive – looks at his hand, up at me, back at his hand, then back at me again & smiles (Marissa has his smile). He looks just like his picture, except now he has a beard. I tell him my name and that Marissa is just wonderful; he smile gets even bigger. We start walking, a million questions about Marissa tumbling from his lips.  I smile at him answering his questions. We arrive at camp, my son steps out of the house with Marissa – they are holding hands. My son looks at me, I nod in the affirmative; he whispers something to Marissa, she smiles, runs towards her dad, & jumps into his arm. 

As I look upon the reunited pair – I think to myself, how am I going to explain about his wife…then I wake up.   

Meet with a group of so called friends ,but not ,rather ruff group, left them and on my way back i had to go over this train tracks there where about 10 tracks all full trains comeing from both directions the group I was with, Made it accross with know problem. but for some reason I had big trouble for  all this trains where had towards me. I panic and ran .then ran back accross in the other direction to only come to a huge drop off 100 of feet down, then I seen a guy hanging on for his life, to side the rail where it look like he was about to fall down the huge cliff, but there was no time to stop to help him . for the trains where comeing if I where to stop we would both be dead, so I ran the other direction and suddenly I noticed the trains all stop for me, which was shocking! why would they stop for me! I thought this in my dream but I still ran as fast as I could to they other side never made I then woken up!

Lastnight I had a lucid dream experience about the reality of co creation.  I was viewing some sort of debate between US Pres. Obama and Iranian Pres. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad when a voice told me to have them debate as I'd want them to. I tried several times before success was achieved but eventually both Presidents agreed out of mutual respect that no conflict would occur and that all falsehood would be rooted out.  Word would be accepted as truth and respect would reign.  I woke up this morning feeling the power of these intentions very strongly.

"We are the change we've been waiting for"

I have told this type of dream to my wife who tells me that I should write it down... and low and behold there is a site for this. So here goes.

I frequently dream similar dreams. All are based around me returning to locations i have been to in the past. I used to live in the midwest US, and then in Canada's midwest and now on Canada's Pacific Coast. So these locations are fairly specific. The very interesting part is that it feels like I am returning to a location as if I have just gone back in time yet it feels very current... so in that regard it feels like today. But in returning to these locations of my past, they are always extremely run down or in ruins and the feeling is that they have very recently been evacuated. Here is a specific example.

I call this U - for University.

I found myself in a classroom a grey light is pouring through broken windows there is a mess on the floor and it feels as if a whirl wind has just passed through. Papers everywhere but the feeling is that the building has been this way for ages. And yet it also feels like the previous occupants perhaps students were there just a moment ago. As I am writing this, the hairs on my arms and back are rising up because I can remember this very vividly.

It is not a very pleasant feeling to be looking around... I go from class room to class room looking for the people that seem to have just up and run out. This particular building was a cement structure. All grey pillars - the kind that get built by propping up sidewall and get connected with iron and glass. Hallways are dark and dingy. I come into what I remember is my bedroom - in a dorm. Everything is a mess. I keep going down passageways to what seems like the opening to a control room that overlooks a huge arena. The glass of the control room that separates this room from the arena is in tact but regardless the mixers and desks are all in disarray. Not the same for the arena which up til recently had a covering to it. And now the roof has caved in leaving everything covered in a white dust. Again I get the distinct feeling that some-one was there only a moment ago… in fact I think I hear someone now.

I leave hoping to find people… I go outside the building to see overgrowth - green shrubs and grass growing in places I know it really wasn't meant to be. 

I go back to my room to look through my stuff and the rest of the dream is a little fuzzy.

I seem to remember that I meet up with some-one but it is a strange encounter that leaves me wanting to find other people.

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I have had about 6 dreams that are similar but involve different places. All are about the same. In one case I am in a very old house that used to be a Mansion but now is just part of a house… parts are caved in. There are others and we all sleep on mattresses on the floor. Very much feels like the aftermath of some huge disaster. 

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sep 2010

mk

I preface this by noting that I very seldom have “celebrity” dreams, or dreams involving the well-known.

 I dreamed I was a traveler stopping in a restaurant in a small town. I first thought I wanted to get a take-out meal, then decided to stay and eat there. I went into a second dining room behind the front room. It was a simple place, wooden booths, wooden floors, and very ordinary people eating there. I was sitting in a small booth, looking around, when David Rockefeller came bustling in. He might have had one other person with him. He appeared younger than his actual age—he seemed to be about 60 or so. He was full of energy and optimism—it seems he had some new plans he was very excited about. He was talking about setting up some kind of new country, or ruling district, maybe in the Pacific somewhere. He said to the assorted diners that he needed a minister of some kind, and a man across the aisle from me volunteered (he was dining with his wife; they looked to be maybe Hawaiian-American, or maybe Polynesian; he was a blue-collar looking kind of guy). I somehow had the knowledge that D. Rockefeller had arrived in town on a very small train, almost a toy train, that was one of the attractions of the town (maybe the only one). I sat there thinking that D. Rockefeller was kind of hard up, travelling on toy trains, and accepting random strangers for ministerial positions in his new “country.”

It came to me that very soon D. Rockefeller would realize his position, and there would be an outburst of disbelief, anger, and frustration. I wanted to be out of that dining room when that happened, and got up to go to the front room of the restaurant. I looked for a hallway I knew was off the front room, and went down it to a small store-room. There was a utility closet in that small room, and I wanted to get in it and close the door. I wanted to be safe from his outburst of anger and frustration that he would express in very high shrieks. It was important to be away from that. There was no sense that he or the person with him (a young man?) would be involved in physical violence, but there was a strong sense of danger from the high-pitched screams. I knew that D. Rockefeller’s screaming would cause some damage to physical surroundings, and maybe harm to some of the people in the dining room.

Had a very vivid dream night before last. Went like this: Big crashing noise and shaking woke me up. I wandered outside the house to find throngs of people in the street and looking off to the east-north-east; from here, that is the “flats” or heading away from the foothills towards the great plains.  The dark night horizon was glowing in a couple of places and the clouds are lit up with the glowing of fires on the ground. Everyone was looking up at the glowing clouds and I realized that they weren’t looking at the glow, but that there were these spheres penetrating the cloud layer far above and crashing into the ground.

As the spheres came through the cloud layer, the spheres fluoresced, green, blue, orange & black (if black can fluoresce). The spheres had like fluorescent vapor trail behind them and when they landed, there was huge crashing sounds, but we could not see the impact points due to the late summer tree-line. My neighbor and I got this idea to cross the street and climb to the roof of a three story school office building. A couple other neighbors went along. We forced the doors of the office building and started to make our way to the stairway. The lights were off in the building and the only illumination was from the parking lot lights coming through the windows. 

Before our little group could make it down the hallway to the stairwell, a brick wall near one of the men seamed to wobble and waiver, like ripples on a pond’s surface, and out of the wall came two sets of hands and arms and grabbed the lead man. The man went straight into the wall and disappeared,  leaving only the brick wall. Needless to say, that freaked the rest of us the heck out and we back-peddled with haste back out the doors and into the street. Now the people in the street were very agitated and all talking about the walls opening up and people disappearing.

People were spooked and unwilling to go near their houses or even near fences as it seemed that any vertical surface could turn into these rippling portholes where you could get pulled in and disappear. People started looking at the ground in fear, thinking that the very ground might open up beneath them. The fluorescent spheres were crashing down all around us now with small, but destructive force and igniting smoke & flames in the approximate color of the falling sphere that caused them.

From each impact site, a moment after impact, what at first looked to be a large dog shaped creature would crawl out of the impact point and stand on all fours. These four legged creatures appeared to me wearing a silver space suit with a helmet. The helmet was elongated in the neck and in the front as if containing the muzzle of a large dog and they were pretty big creatures, six foot at the shoulders standing on all fours.

Soon as the creatures freed themselves from the crash site of the sphere, they would leap and bound away on all fours and run along walls until the came on one of the rippling vertical portholes opening up. When the dog creatures came upon a porthole, they would dive straight in, closing the porthole with a blast of light & clap of sound. All the people were making their way to the middle of the street and out of the way of the portholes and these dog-like creatures, who seemed intent on attacking each porthole as it appeared.

The spheres kept crashing down, the portholes kept opening up and the dog-like things kept dashing for them. The noise had become deafening and I realized that we were all in the middle of a fierce battle. Then I woke up. Weird as hell. Didn’t get back to sleep that night.

Submitted Aug 22, 2010.  Occurred Feb 2010.  I was awake - not a dream. 

In the morning rush hour I stopped coffee in Alexandria, VA at a busy main street intersection.

There was traffic when I went in.  As I came out, I looked left and right, saw no traffic, started crossing the street diagonally to the right to go to my car parked down the street.  As I stepped out a few steps, I felt nervous about something behind me up the street, even though I had just looked in that direction, so I turned to the left. 

As I looked behind me up the street, the whole scene was strange, so strange that I froze in mid step.  The hair went up on the back of my neck and I realized something was happening but I could not figure out what.  The Strange Scene was grayish and fuzzy and almost like looking at a two dimensional movie screen.  The lighting was dark with black clouds like in a storm.  There was no traffic. not a parked car or person in sight.  The street was totally abandoned.  I noticed many for sale, closed, and for rent signs.  I thought it looked like an old Wild West movie with the old abandoned ghost town scene and the only thing missing was the tumble weeds blowing down the street.  Just then a strong gust of wind blew into my face making a loud noise like a WHOOOSH, and I could hear things (leaves and paper trash?) tinkle/flutter/rub against the road and sidewalks as they blew along.  There were no tumble weeds, but the wind gust broke my trance and I had a VERY INTENSE sense of DANGER!!!  I felt an urge to TAKE COVER!  But since I was standing in the middle of the road, now facing up the street, my mind thought maybe I am sensing someone coming from down the street driving toward my back.  So I turned around, looked down the street, saw no cars or people, nothing, and now almost running, crossed the street to my car.  The Strange Scene lasted maybe 10 seconds.

As I got to my car, I looked back up the street -- the Strange Scene was gone!!!  No fuzziness, no wind, and the lighting was much brighter.  The view was now definitely three dimensional and normal, but I KNEW something strange had happened.  I strongly believed it was a glimpse of the future.  I stood at my car looking up the street.  I closed and opened my eyes several times to see if the Strange Scene would reappear -- it did not. 

I went on autopilot and rushed to work.  I have thought often about this for the past 6 months.

- For Sale/Closed signs.  I have been on that street many times since.  I did not count the signs in the Strange Scene so do not know if there were more than I noticed on the next day when I returned to that street, although it seemed like more in the Strange Scene.  The signs have gotten fewer since and there is a business upturn.  In the Strange Scene, the economy will be worse with more signs.

- Abandoned Streets.  That area is full of shops, businesses, restaurants, and townhouses.  There are always street traffic, people walking, panhandlers, and street musicians.  I would expect to see the same even with a worse economy.  This was different – totally abandoned streets as if people had taken shelter inside, but with no cars parked on the streets, it is more likely they had already fled the area.

-  Wind gust and dark clouds.  Alexandria is across the Potomac River from Washington but down stream.  In the Strange Scene, looking up the street at the black clouds and sensing DANGER was in the direction of Washington; the strong wind gust came down the street from the direction of Washington, causing me to turn away with an urge to TAKE COVER. 

I think, maybe, the Strange Scene was a Glimpse at a Future FLEE/SEEK SHELTER event near Washington, sometime after the economy has had a major down turn.