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|add to favorites||882||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||872||2010-11-15||DB 1.0 (Closed) - Stocks & Co.'s||GM?||hercule|
My daughter dreamed this last week:
She was watching a quiz show in which the prize was won by a couple who had to make a choice. They won three GM longbed trucks which were filled with "krill". They could keep $10,000 or have the thrill of watching the "krill" be dumped into a huge wall-sized aquarium filled with sharks and smaller fish who would then indulge in a "feeding frenzy". She could see through the glass that there were many people on the other side who were avidly urging them to dump the "krill". She woke up before the decision was made. She had a vague idea that "krill" was something smaller than the slimy little wrigglers the trucks were filled with---found them repugnant---but the word "krill" is not in her habitual consciousness and that puzzled her more than the dream itself. She was dismayed by the eagerness of spectators to watch the "feeding frenzy". I told her that GM is planning an IPO but she does not watch the financial channels, does not know what an IPO is, and I do not understand that sort of thing either. This is the same daughter who once lived in the house in Spokane where I dreamed about gold being refused for a loaf of bread about a month ago.
|add to favorites||857||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||856||2010-06-18||DB 1.0 (Closed) - AIR - Planes & Such||9/11 Premonitory Dream||NeptuneMC|
This is of course ancient history by now, but I would like to record officially a dream which I had about 3 weeks prior to 9/11/2001. In the dream, which was in black and white and grey tones, and silent, I was standing in front of a large building, and a plane flew in low behind it and disappeared into it. This filled me with a sense of dread, and then another plane appeared flying in low and the same thing happened. It disappeared into the building. I had had similar plane-crash dreams in the past, but never one in which two planes were involved. And the grey-tone quality made it seem as if the dream-event occurred at night. Only after 9/11 did I realize the significance of this dream.
|add to favorites||852||2011-01-13||DB 1.0 (Closed) - AIR||Whirlpool Sky||Nicoll|
In this dream, I was standing on the balcony with my daughter in the morning. In real life, we can see for miles from this balcony in every direction except North because of the Grand Mesa. We were just chatting while looking south when all of a sudden (this is really hard to describe) HUGE squares started coming down from the sky in various/multiple places. Almost as if someone was playing with a shape sorter toy on the other side. Then the sky turned into a swirling mass and whirlpool as if it was going down a drain. My daughter was panicing and I told her not to worry...this is EXACTLY, what is supposed to happen and that we have been planning this for a very long time.
|add to favorites||850||2010-10-18||DB 1.0 (Closed) - AIR||alien scaffolding, east coast, odd response from people||singanyway|
I am in a large east coast city (New York or Boston, from Missouri so hard to tell) and walking amongst hundreds of pedestrians. Everyone is bent down trying to get to where they want to be. All at once, the group is stopped. It is like a traffic jam. Piles ups, people are cussing.
In front of the crowd is a large sort of scaffolding. Reddish orange, metal, rectangular, and completely blocking the sidewalk and even the road. All in the group are complaining that they were not notified this would be going on. No one understands why this is here.
I look up, and see that above the city buildings, the scaffolding extends itself, stretching out over what must be about 5 city blocks, and comes down again. Somehow I can tell that people over there are also stuck. What no one else around me sees is this extension, or the fact that it very clearly is coming from an alien ship, parked right above us.
I hear screams of panic from the unseen group. I cannot understand why the group I am with is not panicking.
Date of dream: 10/11/2010
(may I add to this that I have never concerned myself with ufo’s?)
I am in a large east coast city: water/ocean to the east of the city. (New York or Boston, from Missouri so hard to tell) and walking amongst hundreds of pedestrians. Everyone is bent down trying to get to where they want to be.
All at once, the group is stopped. It is like a traffic jam. Piles ups, people are cussing.
In front of the crowd is a large sort of scaffolding. Reddish orange, metal, rectangular, and completely blocking the sidewalk and even the road.
All in the group are complaining that they were not notified this would be going on.
No one understands why this is here.
I look up, and see that above the city buildings, the scaffolding extends itself, stretching out over what must be about 5 city blocks, and comes down again.
Somehow I can tell that people over there are also stuck.
What no one else around me sees is this extension, or the fact that it very clearly is coming from an alien ship, parked right above us.
I hear screams of panic from the unseen group. I cannot understand why the group I am with is not panicking.
|add to favorites||848||2014-09-09||DreamBase 2.0||Making Murder's||NativeAmericanDreamWeaver|
|9/8/14 8:45am By: NativeAmericanDreamWeaver I feel like I have gone back in time, stone mason buildings, cobble stone streets. I am in a small society, a small group of the upper class society takes a group of unwanted people and puts them into hot tar which the black smith has prepared, and then isolation in a cage like an underground dog kennel for a long time, they are released from the cage and then put into a ring with another person if they are a man and are made to kill each other, but some escape. The ones that escape walk around the town like zombies, talking and shouting to themselves, and trying to kill people. Until there are no town folks left, only crazy murdering zombies left. They made them go mad. I locked myself in my room in an old hand built western style hotel, but it is too late, the head mother already killed my daughter, she is setting me up to make it look like I did it, so I get covered in hot tar and thrown into the dark hole. I am holding my daughter’s body in my arms, she has been stabbed in the stomach and her body is beginning to bloat, I remove one slat in the wooden door, and push my daughter’s body through to the hall way and give it her. This is really what you wanted anyways wasn’t it, to murder the people you hate and get away with it, I said to her. She instructs a big muscular man take the body to the town square and put it on display where they will hang me for her murder. (feels like the salaam witch trials)|
|add to favorites||840||2014-10-06||DreamBase 2.0||Stockbroker on Fire||Iris|
|I don't remember too much of this dream, just the main image. A male stockbroker was ascending a ladder, and someone pointed a flame thrower (not sure what you call this) at him and as he was climbing, he burst into flames. He was on fire primarily in his midsection with his feet and his hat-covered head still showing. Main emotion: shock with a dash of suprise as this was unexpected (uneasy was the closest emotion to pick in the list)|
|add to favorites||837||2010-10-10||DB 1.0 (Closed) - AIR||The Raelians||magickj|
I had this dream the night of 10/8.
I was with two women that I know. We were aboard a spaceship and entered a hall with a long table with high back chairs. The floor was a black white checkerboard pattern. There were many women there -- no men. I'd estimate that the table was 12 to 15 feet long with about a dozen women on each side.
We were instructed where to sit. In front of us was a hexagonal ball of white crystal. Once we were seated -- the two women I know were directly across from me. We were told to place our hands around the crystal. When we did, the Raelian women sitting behind our chairs appeared. I could see who was sitting behind my friends and vice versa.
One friend kept jerking her head as if to say "Look over there behind you." I turned around and said, "Oh, yes. That's so and so." (In my dream, I knew their names, but I can't remember them now.) I said, "These are the Raelians."
I kept repeating "the Raelians" so I'd remember it when I woke up. Very lucid dream and I wanted to not forget.
It seemed that they thought a lot of the problems on the earth were because of the energy and power women had given up to the men. They had removed all men from political power by making them completely and obviously insane. We laughed about it with the Raelians. And now it was up to us (and all other women) to select women for positions of power so that the earth could heal.
I didn't want to do the job I was given to do, but I was willing to give it a go. I was afraid, but I knew the Raelians were there to help me.
|add to favorites||834||2010-09-21||DB 1.0 (Closed) - Stocks & Co.'s||800+ point drop in 1 session Dow||shamanka|
I have 2 kinds of dreams. Regular dreams and true dreams. The difference is qualitative and kinesthetic. They just "feel" different.
On September 16, Thursday morning , about 6:30 am
I dreamed I was in my house working, etc. And I was hearing the news (TV I think, although we don't have a TV in the common room) and getting flashes of the visual image of an anchor man. It looked something like MSNBC. Talking heads.
They looked stricken and he was reporting that the Dow had dropped over 800 points for the days trading.
I think I may have been doing laundry, folding towels...... anyway, I had that anxious feeling in my upper chest, not tight exactly, but like I was not breathing deeply enough. Like when you see someone take a tumble and you don't know if they are hurt or how badly.
The reporters were discussing panic and chaos in the streets. I don't know if they meant that literally or on the trading floor.
When I woke up a couple of hours later, I checked to see if the day had started off badly.
Often the dreams happen the next day, sometimes it's a few days off. Rarely it's years. I dreamed about the twin towers in 1997 and on the morning of the event. The first dream was me hearing about it on the radio. The second was me watching people "falling" and jumping down between 2 steep walls.
And I don't know if the market can drop that much in one day.... I thought they had stops on it to prevent that sort of thing.
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