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|add to favorites||1006||2014-09-09||DreamBase 2.0||Pit Bull||NativeAmericanDreamWeaver|
|8/4/2014 9:04pm Layered dream 2 of 2 I am at home and a friend comes to visit me and asks if I can watch her dog, her dog is a red nose pit, I tell her I cannot because I have a cat. I go to the bathroom and the dog follows me, she is as sweet as can be. When I come out of the bathroom my friend is gone, the pit bull see’s my Diabetic cat. My cat see’s the dog, and runs and hides behind the refrigerator. I run into the kitchen and grab the dog by the thin color and wish the dog had a larger collar on. As I am holding the dog trying to decide what to do, my cat runs past the dog and under the kitchen table. I try to push the dog against the cabinets, but the dog is pulling me along with her. I woke up panicked about my cat being hurt.|
|add to favorites||1004||2010-06-11||DB 1.0 (Closed) - FIRE||Swallowing Earth||Raven|
I call it a dream but i am not sure whether it is a dream or a vision that I was sent back with. I was dying but I was sent back. I was told that it was not my time. I had more to do. I was sent back with this dream/vision and a word. The word is BALANCE. I was told that the world needed to find balance to survive.
In the dream/vision I was standing on a cliff along with one of my sons. We were looking down on what appeared to be a valley. The sky became dark but the dark color was red. A large red looking cloud that moved from east to west. As we looked down on the valley a hot wind began to blow. We saw people on their knees and the ground turned into red steaming dirt. Holes began to open in the earth and everything was being swallowed by it. The trees even some of the earth itself. The people on their knees began to scream and cry. I can hear them now yet. My son and I started to shout at them. To tell them they must stand up. That they had to get up now before it was too late. Only a few listened. They slowly rose to their feet. But the ones that was the majority remained on their knees just screaming and crying. Those were swallowed up by the steaming hot earth. I can still see them be sucked under the earth.
I was not the only one to have this dream/vision. My son the one that stood on that cliff with me also was having it too.
I have another dream/vison the past two week. This one was just one of so much violence,anger , blood. So much so that I smelled the blood and I got up and went to search to see if I had any on me. Somehow I think the two have a link. I feel with everything in me that they are both showing me the things that are coming.Maybe because mankind can not find that Balance. I only know that they leave me with a very heavy heart.
|add to favorites||985||2014-05-13||DB 1.0 (Closed) - AIR - Planes & Such||flight MH370||Sandy|
On the morning of Mar 11 2014, I awoke at 0230 in the am as I would always do for work.
I was in a panic like I had been running and all sweaty and wiping sand out of my eyes. I had a towel beside mme on the bed?
I dreamt that I was in the desert where a sign had read "kasiikstan" it was windy and I was dressed in a long robe with a rope for a belt
I was told by a "local" that I was here on work assignment and that the plane is not in the water like those "fools think.m it's here and he pointed to a "bunker" looking shelter. I could hardly see for the sand blowing very hard around me.
I remember saying, the families have to know!
I felt as if I was running awaay from this man.
Next thing you know, im awake and in my bed with a towel in my hands??
|add to favorites||985||2011-01-24||DB 1.0 (Closed) - AIR||Circle of Fire||Sandra Lee|
In this dream, I'm standing on a porch in a trailer park. The feeling was that something big had already happened. Outside was winter stormy. I looked up into the sky and the clouds were roiling and there was lightning. The lightning was different, not white light but more yellow lightning bolts cracking. As I was watching, the lightning started forming a circle, then it was a circle of fire in the sky. I heard a voice behind me say, "We are SO fucked..."
|add to favorites||984||2010-08-13||DB 1.0 (Closed) - FIRE||Volcano||Rebecca|
A volcano erupts and I am in Colorado. Although the volcano is far away, smoke and ash are in the air. We tape windows and doorways in the building we are in with duct tape so the contaminated air doesn't get in the building. I remember hearing about the bunkers underneath Denver Airport and thinking that no one will have time to get to them, as this event was totally unexpected.
|add to favorites||983||2014-09-09||DreamBase 2.0||P1 House of horrors - farm/hotel/brothel||NativeAmericanDreamWeaver|
|5:13pm 9/6/14 Just dozing off I see a cat ready to pounce in a mouse in the gutters, the mouse jumps up and runs and the cat is chasing the mouse across a busy intersection of the main 4 lane road and the expressway. Oblivious to cars, moving so fast neither one gets run over. I am holding a mouse by the tail in my car. I was going to give it to the cat. 7:00pm 9/6/14 upon Waking I see little baby frogs on the carpet, they are chasing moths around on the floor. The moths were acting sick and running into things and then would fall or drop to the floor, fluttering their wings, running from the baby frogs, who were trying to catch them and eat them. I find myself in a male brothel, all the of male “Men of the night” dress up like handymen and do work around this hotel which sits on a major farm, the men only claim their income from the little bit of farm land that they share-crop, they also get free rooms in the farm/hotel. These “Handyman, Share Croppers are the male prostitutes, they get sent out to go from room to room sexually pleasing the woman of the farm/hotel when their husbands have stepped out. They are committing fraud on their taxes, by not claiming the income of over $200.00 a night on average instead one tells me he is only claiming the share cropping, which nets him 10,000.00 a year. This makes him, and the other men look poor so he can get Obama care, and food stamps. He makes additional money; $50.00 per girl, for bringing in catholic school girls for the basement dungeons for the owner and his guests to torture, rape, and kill. The school girls are outside and the bus has just arrived. The girls are from a private catholic school nearby, and show up on a tour coach styled bus, and they are all wearing light blue soft sweaters. The girls are all between 12-14 years old. The male prostitutes are watching them from a window deciding which ones they will grab. There are two male prostitutes that come to my room, one is an older man, blonde hair, slim but solid muscles, we have sex but he doesn’t know how to get me off, he doesn’t have an accent so I believe he is from California. I am trying to get rid of him and I keep bumping into the younger guy trying to get his attention, he is good looking solid and thick, muscular build, very pleasing on the eyes and try’s very hard to please sexually, he has a very draw styled accent, but mentally he is slow as molasses and doesn’t get my attempts to lure him away. Because of these two accents I believe this is in the United States, but I the farms reminded me of the horse farms in Kentucky, which I saw an Arial view of when I was coming to the farm/hotel/brothel. I am now lying with my husband and I look up at the younger male prostitute and I wink at him and he winks back, I start to giggle. My husband who is drifting off to sleep asks me what is so funny, so I tell him about a man and woman that went to sleep in a bed in the closet over a year ago, and that they are still there, and are sleeping with a severed head. This was one of the first things I saw when we checked into the room. Upon noticing we didn’t have enough clean towels, I went to the owner’s room, and he was sitting on the toilet, reading a book, and asking me very odd questions about becoming a permanent guest, and what I wanted to get out my experience here. He was oozing evil, & distain. This hotel is a house of horrors used for all kinds of experiments by the government because it is haunted. On the first floor, they have already proven ghosts are real, and they are moving onto the next area of their study, which is simulation of how to deal with women who are emotionally out of control and on the edge. They put woman in these haunted rooms, and the woman, become possessed by the haunted spirit. One woman has locked herself into her room, and she is yelling through the door. I am going to kill my baby, she has a “Reborn Baby” in a sling around her neck, and the lesson is how to teach the other woman soldiers how to talk this woman down, and how to take her down without harming the baby. This is a simulation or training program for woman soldiers. I am now sitting on the floor in my room, next to an old couch, and I see mini Persian kittens, they can’t grow because of their dread locks, the owner walks by and comments how cute they are and will always look like kittens and that is why he won’t cut their dreads off. The Kittens are meowing in pain; I want so bad to help them, they are aggressive little cats because of all of their suffering. This is the house of horrors, old guests died in their bed, and they are still in their beds, in every room, someone has been murdered. I feel like I am inside the mind of a psychopath, or inside the paradise of a psychopath. One man’s heaven is another man’s hell!|
|add to favorites||976||2014-10-04||DreamBase 2.0||Martha Stewart Died||Iris|
|In my dream, I briefly saw the text 'Martha Stewart Died'; no images.|
|add to favorites||974||2014-06-04||Proj Aug - Closed||THE BIGGEST HEADLINE ON AUGUST 1 WILL BE “VIRUS GOES VIRAL.”||Maggie Moo|
|THE BIGGEST HEADLINE ON AUGUST 1 WILL BE “VIRUS GOES VIRAL.” I had a dream that we were with my brother and sister in law at their church in Kansas City, MO. My Uncle Marion was there and I think there was a funeral. There was talk going on about a little girl. All of a sudden my brother-in-law comes up and tells us we have to leave immediately because MERS has gone viral. We all pile in the vehicle and I am trying to make a phone call but the phone won't work. We are safe in our car but then I get concerned because I am thinking about all the people at the church that we were just around. My brother-in-law had told me that it was now spreading easily from person to person and my mind was racing as I thought of the hundreds of people that we had shared air space with. There was something about water and other things and then I woke up.|
|add to favorites||954||2012-12-26||DB 1.0 (Closed) - WATER - Floods -Fresh H20||Unquenchable Thirst||Jessica|
Last night I dreamt I had terrible, unquenchable thirst. I felt the effects of this thirst throughout my entire body; the emptiness in my stomach, the dryness of my throat, and the weakness of my limbs that strived time after time to grip another bottle of water. In only a short amout of time, I had consumed an enormous quantity of water to which point I became incapable of moving. The physical pain I felt was excruciating; on one hand I was experiencing the raw sensation of complete and utter thirst, on the other hand I suffered from the consequences of drinking in attempt to relieve my thirst. In fact, with each gulp of water I consumed, my physical pain increased. My husband and I decided to call the doctor for a house visit, as I was in no shape to make even the slightest movement. Upon arriving, the doctor examined my physical state with a mere glance, he seemed to have understood the situation completely. He spoke with such stern certainty that I didn't dare ask any questions, "If you continue to drink, you will drown yourself." I believed him. Unfortunately, the sensation of thirst was stronger than my fear of death and thus I continued to drink. . .
I would like to add that when I reflect upon this particular dream, I begin to feel the physical pain that was brought on by my drinking water.
|add to favorites||951||2010-05-24||DB 1.0 (Closed) - AFTER LIFE||TWO GOLD TRUMPETS||d|
dream dated 5/19/2010
didn't know where else to place this dream. the principal player was Hugh, a childhood friend. Hugh passed away in 1991 Up until that year I had not seen or spoken to him since graduating highschool.
hugh was practicing his trumpet for a very important concert in which he had two solo performances. i was thrilled to see him again but also to hear the beautiful melodies he was practicing as he was always "first chair" my fiercest competitor and friend in the music world since grade 5. i exclaimed, "hugh, how wonderful it is to hear your music after all these years." i remember the first trumpet solo he performed with a "gold toned trumpet" being famiiar, something we had performed in our youth. the second solo however, was totally unfamiliar to me. upon asking hugh about the two solos hugh said "the first piece/peace is old, the second is new/knew. the concert of the year in which hugh was to peform with the golden trumpet was in 7 days "one week/weak" he said. i was dissapointed to find out that i would be unabe to attend at that time but swore to myself i would find a way to be there.
now, one week from last wednesday would be 5/26/10. in life, hugh's personal trumpet was a very fine silver tone trumpet, not gold. he was neither happy or sad in this dream and i felt both happiness to see him and sadness as i knew i was not going to be able to attend the concert of the year
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