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add to favorites 887 2014-09-09 DreamBase 2.0 Missing woman return home – years later. NativeAmericanDreamWeaver
8:20am 9/5/14 I am a mother searching for my daughter, retracing her steps, always one step behind. I lost her when she went away to college. My daughter fell in love with a thug. After the school was raided by the police, and the body of the young man who loved my daughter was found in a pool of blood on the campus, the man she fell in love with ended up in prison for the crime. My daughter fell in love with the wrong man; he was working for the cartel/mafia/gang. He was angry, hot temper, and abusive, good thing he is locked away. She didn’t know he was only at the college to do dirty work for cartel/mafia/gang. There is an airport style bar on the campus, she worked there, and it was dirty, dim, and run down. The bar was run by an illegal gambling ring, underground, and owned by another business, but it was hidden in an LLC or Corporation so the cops never closed the bar. She was fired, and framed to make it look like she stole a lot of money, but this was the cartel/mafia/gang. My daughter thought she would be in trouble with the law and go to prison so she fled. The guy, who ran the bar, is telling me about my daughter and trying to help me locate her. He grabs my laptop because he is trying to show me how to find my daughter. He tries to log in to the internet using my computer, but I have a special Wi-Fi attachment on my laptop that looks like a magic jack, he says “What in the hell is this” so I explain that I can use this to bypass how I get online. The young man using my laptop shuts down the entire network in the bar and brings up a hologram screen above the work station, he is using a special map program, to track and locate my daughter. He is a hacker, 30 something white male. He is a Good guy working for bad people. The people that he works for no longer come around, and he has not gotten marching orders for over 10 years, so he doesn’t know if they are even still around. (Flash Forward 3 years later) May daughter went out on a date with a guy, he was an undercover cop. He took her out to a salon to get her nails done, and pamper her, but didn’t know how to do it himself. The salon employees were too busy, she ended up with a plant looking thing on her toes, and he kept knocking stuff over. He tried desperately to make her happy, but she was unhappy. The man gives her some old papers that look like travel brochures, there are messages hidden in the brochures he gives her, and then the man disappears. (Flash forward 13 years later) She ended up in a house with a Lesbian gang, they also were gambling, but on ponies, rigging bets. She can’t leave in her car, mustang is still sitting in the driveway, they will see and hear her leaving, she finds the brochures in the glove compartment, and she realizes they are pony bets that are going to win, just in time too, because they were preset many years in advance. She walks down to the corner store, and places her bets with money she stole from the gang. She wins, and hides the money in the park down the street. The leader of the Lesbian gang is very unhappy that she left even for a little while. She feels like she is being held prisoner. They threaten to hurt her two beautiful daughters if she sneaks away again. She doesn’t tell them about the money she won. That night she finds a letter from the man on the date which reads, “I am in love with you, if you feel the same way, meet me here, and we can elope.” There is a map, in the brochure; it is a tourist spot in the city. (I believe San Francisco, CA.) Her heart drops, because she realizes she missed out on meeting up with him and running away years ago. She decides she is going to leave and will have to leave in the middle of the night to escape, but she has to wake her two daughters without them making noise, and sneak them out to the car, she cannot tell them anything in advance, her two daughters around 10 & 12 years old. She is thinking about where she can hide, in the park down the street maybe, she has to go there to get the money she hid anyways. She is making her plans, ready to act but before she can leave the police/swat team raids the gang and finds the girl who has been missing for years. It turns out all of these years she was never in trouble with the law. It was her own fear that led her to believe this was the life she had to lead. Now she can be re-united with her family, she has missed them for so long. But the first thing she does is go to the place on the map. But he isn’t there. The undercover cop has moved on. I can see the man; he is sitting in a dark apartment watching through a telescope, he is still a cop, still working on sting operations. He knows she is free, but how does he approach her. He will wait; he is still in love with her. This will be a happy ending, after years of suffering and pain, bad mistakes. Fairy tells do come true. There is a light at the end of the tunnel; she just doesn’t know it yet.
add to favorites 886 2010-10-01 DB 1.0 (Closed) - AFTER LIFE Greek Dreams for the Non-Greek Krys

One night I dreamed my Aunt Bette was getting married.  My Aunt Bette was middle aged and wasn't even seeing ayone.  The next moring while having coffee with my mom I told her about my dream and she shushed me and crossed herself.  "When you dream of a wedding it means a death.  Don't say anymore."  Two days later my Uncle called to say my mom's (and Aunt Bette's) mother died.  A few months later Aunt Bette got married.  Dreaming about a wedding means death is a Greek thing I'd never known.  I was adopted; a Viking among smallish olive skinned people. 

add to favorites 885 2010-09-03 DB 1.0 (Closed) - AFTER LIFE They tried to tempt me to come back home deborah

Our bodies and life on Earth is not very important.  I'd decided I'm not going back home to the heavens after this life.  I am escaping the Earth prison and the amnesia we all have.  But I also felt a little sad since I knew I had friends long long ago in that place.  But for all I know they are now  here on Earth with me so I decided even if I don't stay on Earth I am not going back.     

Anyhow shortly after deciding that I had a dream that was profoundly joyful and powerful.  When people die often they say they are going home.  I know what they refer to.  When I rejected home it came to me in a dream to remind me of it's power. 

 I was near the top of a mountain with a friend.  I don't know who the friend was.  We were waiting at a bus stop.  We waited quite a while and saw a regular human city bus pass.  We walked a block to get a longer view down the road.  We turned around and our bus was at the stop.  It was medium green with no markings or signs.  Even the windows were green.  We both ran full speed back to the bus which was starting to turn around. 

 We got to the drivers door which was on the port side.  The driver wore sunglasses and looked at us.  I noticed we both wore sunglasses too.  The driver said "Take off your sunglasses"  We stood silently and made no move to remove our sunglasses.  When he saw this he jerked his chin towards the back and said "Get in."  Strangely enough the door in was not the door he had opened to speak with us.  It was camoflaged on the side of the bus.  We had to stare at the mechanism for a minute to figure out the secret.  Some of the passengers inside giggled when they saw we did not know how to open the bus.   We figured the puzzle out quickly and got in.

  It looked like a normal bus but people from many nationalities were there.  Everyone in the bus gave off a feeling of intense joy and relief.  It was serene and powerful.  Everyone was talking happily and elated.  While we were sitting down I was suddenly overcome with  unimaginable joy.  It was a feeling of succeeding at the one in a million chance of even getting on the bus and now we are safe within  but most important the bus was headed home.  The thought that there was a home and it was a real place was profound and enticing.  Like someone cherished had died and suddenly were standing in front of you happy and safe.  Overwhelming like if a soldier died in battle and suddenly found himself home with his wife and children and all was well and he knew it was real not a delusion.  I had not expected I would be going home ever and suddenly here I was on the only bus that goes there. 

Seconds after sitting down the bus began to move.  It immediately left the vicinity of Earth and just a moment after that was out of this solar system.  Then it began to beeline towards the center of the galaxy.  At that point in the bus the speakers began to fuzzily give instructions to the passengers.  It was all in an understandable language but the instructions were different for each region or population of people.  Each region had lived with different programming and data and the announcements were telling each tribe and race where they needed to report when we arrived and what they needed to do.  I was then a little surprised that the sound system was so poor.  I was listening anxiously for the data for the native americans but I couldn't quite hear it.  Then just as the dream ended I could see how worn and aged the bus was in addition to the speakers on the fritz.  It's like the dream shut off quick as soon as I saw that and I was wide awake.  Afterwards the incredible feeling of joy lingered.  I was so happy to remember I had a home that was real not here on Earth.  It did not change my mind on not returning.  The dream tried to reactivate my obedience by reminding me of where I came from and instead it inadvertently restored another important memory of what is real and where it is.                 

 

add to favorites 874 2014-04-19 DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. The Refuge ablelba

20140406 – Dream – The Refuge

8:30 DST – 20:28 LST

 

I dreamed that my wife and I were leading a normal life. I was working, we went to church on Sundays, and went about the normal business of living during the rest of the week. Then someone began speaking to me. It was like sitting in the living room watching TV, and then a second TV screen (that you never knew was there) suddenly turns itself on, and starts giving you information.

 

A Voice was saying, “Disasters are coming. When the first one is near, get in your car immediately and drive. You will know where to go. You will know where to turn. Go to the refuge and wait for instructions.”

 

Not long after that, a horrific rain and wind storm slammed into the city. And we knew it was time to go. We got in the car, and I was driving through rain so hard I could barely see the road.

Just as I was wondering if I was a complete lunatic, I knew I had to turn right at an exit. We went down a 2-lane road, nearly being blown off it. Miles later, I knew I had to make a right turn into a driveway that went up a hill. There was a wall around the property with posts on either side of the driveway that held statues. The one on the left was broken off, but the one on the right was a statue of Mr. Peabody (Yes, the scholarly dog with the Wayback machine and adopted boy named Sherman from the Rocky and Bullwinkle show).

 

As we turned into the driveway, a ghost rose from the ground as if to pass into the car. The Voice from the second screen said, “Drive through. It is only for security. It will not harm you.” We drove through it, and it vanished.

 

We drove up the hill on the old driveway and parked on the side. There were several cars there already. A middle-aged lady came out of the house. We had never seen her before. “Welcome,” she said. “This is your refuge. Come inside and have some dinner.” There were 10 to 12 people around the table, and a full dinner was set. We ate and talked about our plans and dreams. It was like coming home. We all stayed overnight-- The rooms available matched the people who had come, no more, no less.

 

The next morning, our hostess said, “Danger is passed, you may go home now. You may find that you can't remember much about the refuge or how you got here. That is a security. When the next disaster comes, you will be able to find the Refuge again, don't worry.” And it was true. We got home and vaguely remembered the Refuge, but did not speak about it to anyone, not even each other.

 

A tree had fallen through the roof of our house, taking out the Master Bedroom and the dining room. Our neighbors had similar damage to their houses. Some were worse. Yet when we talked with them, they acted like there was nothing unusual about living in a partly-destroyed house.

 

“Since everyone in the neighborhood had this kind of damage,” our next-door neighbor told me, “my realtor says the property value is not affected.”

 

“The anchorman says all the home damage will be good for the economy,” said the man across the street. “Maybe it will bring us out of the recession. I'm going to buy stock in construction on Monday.”

 

Everyone continued to live in their half-destroyed houses. We tried to fix ours, but we were the only ones. People began to think of us as eccentric. A blue FEMA bus came by one day, with a Homeland Security emblem on it. They questioned us about where we had been on the night of the storm.

“We mostly just drove around, I guess,” I told them. I couldn't quite tell them about the Refuge.

 

There were two more disasters in the dream, but details are lacking. The second involved seas of mud everywhere. Some just coated the ground and roads, some was many feet deep, as in Oso, Washington. We made it to the Refuge again, following the navigation of the Second Screen Voice. The air was rainy, and mud covered all road markings. When we got home, most of the house was gone. Many of our neighbors were simply sitting in the middle of their muddy lots, still not understanding that they were in disaster.

 

The third disaster came soon after the second one. Extreme heat set the forests on fire and baked the mud to terra-cotta. It was in hexagonal scales an inch thick, coating everything. We still made it to the Refuge, even though the smoke of the fires made it impossible to see anything through the windows of our car. When we turned into the driveway, the smoke was cleared from the Refuge, but the statue of Mr. Peabody was coated in terra cotta scales. So was the driveway. The Refuge house was gone and so was the hostess, yet it was still somehow the Refuge.

 

One other person was already there, so we parked, and sat next to her on the terra-cotta scales near the top of the hill, watching the smoke blow by the end of the driveway. None of us were particularly concerned.

 

“What happens next?” I asked our new old friend.

 

“Maybe the Voice will tell us,” she said.

 

Dream ends here.

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Comments;

This disaster dream has elements of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water.  Not sure where to put it.  Despite the craziness and disaster, it had a hopeful and confident feeling (ie., no feelings of dread or foreboding associated with it)

add to favorites 871 2014-05-14 Proj Aug - Closed Holigram Wheel NativeAmericanDreamWeaver
5/13/2014 9:22am I am walking in a wooded area on a small game trail, I can hear the sound of hooves but the sound is echoing in the trees so I can not tell where it is coming from. I stop in my path and listen, the hoof sounds stop as well. I turn around and see a giant buffalo is standing behind me. He says my name, my eyes go wide, but I grin, because I know this is a dream. "Tutank (Buffalo) what is your name?" I asked... "My name is the sound of thunder" he said. I asked him, "are you following me", "no" he replied, " am on my way to the medicine wheel, would you care to join me?" Sure I said... We walked down the path him following slowly behind me until we came to a clearing. I don't know quite how to describe what I saw in the middle of the clearing, it was like a merry-go-round or a carousel but instead of fake horses it had giant cards that were hologram pictures. As I walked closed I realized the pictures moved but only slightly, like the old cracker jack box hologram toys only much bigger. The first one was of man smiling, when I moved to walk around the hologram wheel he changed into an angry man yelling. His face is one I have seen before but I cannot place him, he is a movie star or TV star or something like that. I move to second card and it is of yellow stone, in the first picture you can see old faithful, in the second you can see people standing in front of old faithful. As I walk to the third card I realize there is a small space between the cards, something that is hidden. The buffalo laughs as I try to peek in-between the cards. "They will not let you see that" he said, but you can feel what is coming if you put your ear to the earth you will feel her wheezing." I laid down on the ground and put my ear to the earth, the buffalo started stammering his hooves and laughing... "Can you feel the vibrations?" I got up off the ground very upset with him for tricking me, but I knew he was right... I exhaled and walked towards the third card again when suddenly the earth shook so hard I feel to the ground. The shock of the sudden jolt woke me up, I thought there was a real earth quake. Note: I was at home alone for 2 hours before I woke from this dream.
add to favorites 869 2011-03-26 DB 1.0 (Closed) - AIR Large UFO Ship Monster

I was standing with someone looking up at the clouds, the clouds was a thin covering all over the sky, several x"s appeared and I said jokingly to the other person, X markes the spot, as I said that some on the clouds moved and I saw a reflection of the houses and towns ,being reflected in the sky like a very huge almost mirror shinny bottom on a huge craft taking up the hole sky, as the clouds dispursed you could see more of the towns reflection. Thats all I can remember

add to favorites 860 2010-06-04 DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. Spinning Spirals awake1

Dream on 5/25/2010:  I saw two, orange/red spinning spirals in the night sky, next to each other - similar to the "Norway Spiral."  I don't recall where I was, but at that instant, I had a knowing that a great cataclysm would happen soon.  

add to favorites 856 2010-08-15 DB 1.0 (Closed) - AFTER LIFE Grandpa says, "It's almost time." Vicky

I had this dream a little over a year ago (early 2009).  My grandfather died when I was five years old (I'm 51 now).  I hadn't thought of him in years.  He came to me in a dream and we sat on a park bench holding hands for several minutes.  He was just looking at me and smiling.  I could feel a sense of love all around me.  Then he said, "It's almost time."  I panicked because I didn't know what he meant.  I said, "Not yet, I don't have things prepared for my family yet. I need more time."  Then he was gone.  I wish I had not panicked, so I could have asked him more specifically what he meant.  At the time I was trying to get situated to move out of California, and was afraid this was what the dream was referring to.  I had a dream about Los Angeles in ruin a year earlier that was prompting me to consider moving.  He may have been referring to my grandmother's health, as she is now in a nursing home in very bad shape.

add to favorites 854 2014-11-11 DreamBase 2.0 Psychopaths on the rise NativeAmericanDreamWeaver
10/30/2014 10:22am I am sitting in a waiting room, it looks like a doctors office with magazines on the tables. A woman calls me in and hands me a clip board, she tells me "Do not interrupt the test/session, but you are asked to observe and take notes." I am lead down a hallway and into a small room that looks like the doctors office, with a full library. I am in the room alone, so I walk around and look at the books on the shelves. The first book I see is "American Psychology", the next book is on a table filled with books to be put away and it looks more like a paper handout rather then a book, or maybe even a scientific paper on "How the FBI profile criminals", I wonder over to the desk and the third book on the edge of the desk is called "A Psychopath Test: A Journey through he madness industry". I write at the top of my paper Psychopath/psychology since that what I believe this lesson is going to be about. I find a cozy chair in the corner which looks like it is for reading, and it gives me a great view of the sitting area in the middle of the room. I make myself comfortable and I am still looking around the room, and making a mental measurement of the amount of books that lines the walls. Two men enter the room, and sit in the middle of the room. The first man as Robert, the other man does not introduce himself to me and is instructed by Robert to only speak to him and act as if I am not in the room. I write down Roberts name as the psychologist. Next Robert asks the man, who is in his mid 30s to please describe why he is there, and the man with a smooth relaxing quite emotionless voice says "I have been accused of murdering several woman across the country and I am here to prove I am innocent". The man has short brown hair, and a little bit of facial hair that looks like he has not shaved in a week or so. Robert asks the man "If you want to prove your innocents why not take a lie detector test?" The man sits up in his seat slightly and says, "I offered to do that but they said I had to come and see you first to make sure I was capable of taking a lie detector test, but there is nothing wrong with me, I am not insane if that is what they are implying." Robert picks up his note pad from the table and writes some notes, the man attempts to look at what Robert is writing but looks up at me and sees me watching this behavior, so he smiles at me, and looks around the room. His nature is "Charming and aloof, I make note of this. The questions go on for some time and Robert finally puts down the note pad on the chair next to him and tells the man, "Well looks we are all done". That is it the man says to Robert, yes that is it, he relies. They both exit the room and the man looks down at the paper on his way out. I get up behind them and walk over to the paper and I too take a look, there is only numbers on the paper, and at the bottom Robert has circled a 40+ and below that there are two large red arrows facing up that Robert did not put on the paper. "What I are the arrows for" I asked out loud and a deep male voice behind me said.... They are on the rise! I swing myself around but there is no one there. The woman comes to the open door who lead me into this room, and she lets me know that it is safe for me to leave now. Safe I thought to myself! Do I get an escort to my car now too? Holy cow I didn't know I was unsafe just coming in this room. We walk back down the hall, and I see the man who was just in the room and he is in an Orange jump suit and there are 5 guards in green putting shackles on his ankles which tie to hands and goes around his waist. The man sees me and winks at me. I look forward and exit the doctors office, but I can feel the stressed out look on my face. I woke up feeling worried, and wondering are Psychopaths on the rise, or are the killings from psychopaths on the rise?
add to favorites 850 2014-04-19 DB 1.0 (Closed) - Breakthrough! Change Your Destiny ablelba
Dream – Change Your Destiny 3/12/14, 9 AM DST, 18:58 LST I had parked my car, and was looking at a tiny scrap of newspaper from 150 years ago. “See the amazing Iron Fortune Teller! New from the Far East. Change Your Destiny! On display now at Bynum's Pharmacy, 121 East Falco Street.” I was parked on East Falco. Out of curiosity, I decided to walk past it to see what was now at that location. There was a sign at 121, pointing down a staircase to a basement entrance. Bynum's Pharmacy. It was still in business. I went down the stairs and in the door. It looked like nothing had changed there in 150 years. Yellow lights shone on ancient tile floors and hardwood shelves and counters. There were modern medicines, and a fat, old, balding pharmacist behind the counter in a white jacket. There were also a couple of tables. Some old men were eating lunch at one of them. Feeling foolish, I told the Pharmacist, “I came to see the 'Iron Fortune Teller.' Do you know anything about it?” “Sure. Why not?” he said with an annoyed look. He reached under the counter and pulled out a squarish iron thing, wrapped in newspapers. It made a heavy clunk when it hit the counter. He unwrapped it. It was made of black pig iron with 12 cups, like antique muffin tins. One of them held an iron cannon ball. He opened the top on silent hinges, and unfolded a flume. It looked something like a skee-ball chute that went downhill to the muffin tins. “Just put the cannonball at the top of the flume, and let it go.” he said, with the air of someone who had said this many times before. “The ball will roll around a bit, then it lands in one of the cups. Then you find out your first destiny.” The cannonball moved very slowly down the chute to the cups, as if it was rolling through syrup. It slowly went back and forth for a while before settling into one of the cups in the middle. As I was staring at the cannonball, a woman's hand picked it out of the cup. “Choose the first destiny, please.” I looked up. The fat old pharmacist was gone. It was now a middle-aged chinese woman in a black silk dress. Behind her, the Iron Fortune Teller had expanded to displace most of the pharmacy. In the cup where the bowling ball had been, there were grey tokens like dominoes with red lines and marks in them. I hadn't seen them before either. I picked one and handed it to the woman. She put the token into the top of an iron quincunx, mounted on the wall. It bounced from one pin to the next, sometimes twirling, and had not reached the bottom when it shot out like a bullet into the model city. It hit a wall of dark green jade blocks, like dominoes. The wall stood, but it was tilting to one side and blocks were falling off the top. Dead chinese soldiers in Medieval dress lay around the other side. I had not noticed the city either. It was a model of a medieval Chinese city made of dark green jade blocks, with iron structures and doll-like Chinese figurines of iron, clay, and cloth. I did not have long to look, because another structure began to move. On the wall, next to the quincunx, there was an iron wheel made of two sets of fibonacci spirals. The two spirals went opposite ways and were overlaid on each other, so the iron wheel looked something like the seeds at the center of a sunflower, except there were diamond-shaped gaps between the spirals where the seeds would be. The spirals began to turn slowly, and the diamond-shaped spaces moved from its center. Inside a space at the center/top, the number “2” appeared on a yellow background, then faded away. “Your first destiny is two--” “...two dollars for that dessert.” The chinese lady and the waitress at the dining table said the word “two” at exactly the same time. It hung in the air. All conversation stopped, and the diners, waitress, and chinese lady turned their heads to stare at me. “Roll the ball for the next part of your destiny,” said the chinese lady, and handed me the cannonball again. I rolled it as before, and it landed on a different cup. Lifting the ball, only that cup had the grey and red tokens. The token shot out from the quincunx again, and this time hit a medieval chinese cavalryman on a rearing iron horse outside the damaged jade wall, and riding towards it (Horse and rider both looked alarmed). The flower/wheel began to turn. A red background. “Your next destiny is eight.” Conversation stopped again, and everyone stared again. But this time, there was no waitress. The diners were now heavyset men playing cards. At the word “eight,” they set their cards down, and turned in their chairs, smoking cigars and staring at me with murderous looks. “Roll the ball for the next part of your destiny,” said the lady. I took the cannonball automatically, and rolled it down the chute. Another cup, another grey and red token. When it shot out from the quincunx, it hit something, but I became frightened and ran out of Bynum's, up the stairs and into the street. The street looked completely different. It was very clean, wider, and had more modern buildings. My car was gone, and where it had been there was a very flat sports car that appeared to have no doors or even door handles. I took out my keys and clicked the “unlock” button. Yellow tail lights flashed on the flat sports car, and a hatch slid open in the top. Apparently, this was my car. It was the most disorienting, poorly-designed car I had ever driven. It looked like a cellphone with large-rimmed wheels. If I sat up and craned my neck upward, I could barely see through the two-inch windshield, mounted on the top. When my back got tired, I settled down into the seat to figure out how to start it up. The car started when I buckled the seat belt. A screen lit up on the inside. Apparently I was supposed to drive it with instruments only, like flying a large plane. It had foot pedals but they were behind fabric. I could not see my feet. There were joy sticks on the left and right, but these were also covered with pale nylon-like fabric. “More like driving a coffin,” I grumbled. The street was empty, and I was worried that the card players (or whoever they had become with my third destiny) would come after me. So I worked the joy sticks and somehow got the car moving. The streets of East Baltimore had changed. I looked for the 695 beltway to the Key Bridge, or route 95 South through the harbor tunnel, but the highway signs had changed. There was an interstate Route 65. Odd numbers go North and South, so I decided to try 65. Route 65 went South, but where the 95 toll plaza and tunnel should have been, there was a pier for an auto ferry-- No tunnel. The gate was down, and a ferry was tied up at the pier, but no motors. A sign in English and Russian said, “Line up your cars and turn off your engines.” No one else was there. Everyone else knew the ferry was not running that day. With a lot of trouble, I drove back to Bynum's. Card players or not, I needed to find out where I was and how to get out of there. There was a Falco Street, and a building marked '121,' but it was a glass and steel structure. No basement entrance. As I approached it, a young man in a grey suit was leaving the building, holding his suit coat over one shoulder. “Excuse me,” I said, “Do you know anything about the Iron Fortune Teller?” He laughed a bit, and said, “Sure, we still have it somewhere in the basement. Did you want to give it a try?” “No thanks. I already tried it, and ended up here. I'm trying to go back where I came from.” He gave me a sympathetic look. “Then this must be your changed destiny. You might be able to find another new destiny, but you can never go back to the old one.” He gave me his business card. “Come see me in the morning, if you like.” The business logo on the card had three letters, the last one was a “K” (CRK? CPK? LSK?). Dream ends here. Comments; This was a series of dreams. I kept waking up, but when I went back to sleep the dream resumed pretty much where it left off. It may not be precognitive; may be more a commentary on my own life-- A lot of elements from ordinary life here. In real life I am a pharmacist working in community pharmacy. The quincunx is a device for demonstrating probability distributions, with metal pins arranged like the “5” face on dice. Pour metal bearings down the top of a large quincunx, and they will arrange themselves into a pile that resembles the Gaussian Distribution, the “bell curve.” that is often used to describe probability. Dominoes are used in games (and maybe gambling). The iron flower of Fibonacci curves is like the orderliness of the universe ("no doubt the Universe is unfolding, as it should"). The numbers and the changes are mysterious. The iron ball, chute and cups are choice and randomness; When you choose to roll the ball, everything else is set in motion. The chinese city of dominoes symbolizes the world. Choices set loose in it (like the chosen grey/red domino) can break down walls or stop armies. Whether this is for better or worse is not clear. The changed car may be my ever-changing workplace. Work is harder and harder. One location has gone to an all-video method of checking prescriptions. It's possible now to 'check' drugs going out the door without actually ever seeing them or touching them. It's all done on screen (ie., pharmacist never sees or touches the medications). This makes me very nervous. The new and strange Baltimore is the future. We are planning to relocate far away, for a number of reasons. Lots of opportunities, but also loss of all that we now know. Financially, it is an irreversible step. Once we have left, it is unlikely we will be able to afford to return.

 

 


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