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|add to favorites||804||2014-11-12||Project Año||Pandemic forces ca$hless transactions benefits the ADA ; Pope declares his disapproval over this.action||awakeneddreamer|
|I was actually incubating a couple of important memes, one personal/private and one for NDC so needed to be careful to segregate any residue and overlapping factors. I was void of dreams for two nights as a result. Deciding on one at a time to see what came up; clearly snippets from notes revealed metaphoric images/messages as well as literal. I am back at the international food fest where all dishes are prepared and ready to serve but no one can eat them. People began to sneeze, some coughing, others holding their heads from intense headaches. The ruling officials announce they will only refund those who paid by credit/debit cards as all the cash has been removed (by people wearing hazmat). They were concerned the money changing hands was contaminated by a virus spread through contact- air, touch, secretions. All cash had to be destroyed at CDC controlled centers. Those with digital credit could be refunded easily. Those with cash had to prove what they paid with a receipt yet no one would touch the receipts. Everything became a potential vector for transmission. Government officials and media announced at that food event (which everyone thought odd to be so immediate- was it a planned false flag?) to facilitate payment of the food, the healthcare treatment and any other transactions needed to get home, implants will be available at the door along with a vaccine to prevent further infection - for those who were not sick yet. They announced that ACA had a provision to implant so all was legal and enforceable. The following day the news announced a speech by the Pope that this action was unconscionable and would not be sanctioned by the Vatican or the church. He offered that any catholic who chose not to agree with this would be given sanctuary and fed by the church. Following the Pope's speech attempts were made to blow up the Vatican and close all churches. This felt metaphoric for eradicating beliefs of any kind having to do with survival, or trust in a system/authority/father figure that would give solutions. The food felt metaphoric for sustenance of any kind extending into economic nurturing. Cash was gone, what technology was there to replace exchange? What would happen with people who did not have electronics? Therefore, the comfort of a community based support system (like a church or alternative living) was stripped from the masses, Metaphor- masses, MASS, catholic mass/sacrament- sacrifice. The Pope and another figure like a monk, (Dalai Lama?) announced to all before the attempted destruction that it can change through prayer and meditation.|
|add to favorites||803||2014-09-15||DreamBase 2.0||Husband Impaled||NativeAmericanDreamWeaver|
|My husband and I are sitting in a row of white chairs under a canopy. This feels like a wedding ceremony. Our old apartment manager is here and is running the hotel. She believes that her friends helping her can do a better job then the vendors did at fixing things. There is a commotion under the canopy and a large marchine is going back and forth spray white paint, and then black paint onto a second isle of chairs next to ours. I am sprayed in the face with small droplets of black and white paint. There are people all around us fixing things. I tell my husband, "I will be right back" and I go into the hotel lobby to complain! When I walk through the lobby door, I get hit with water drops on my face, i look up and see the lobby of the hotel has a major flood or leak coming from the upstairs. Water is pouring down in some area's, and the ceiling tiles are all soft and falling apart. I walk through a double door entry into the main lobby, and there are workers in their trying to fix things as well. People are everywhere, management has shown up and they move everyone to the back lawn and setup the office outside in the back. I finally get to speak with someone and it is the head management. The Manager has been fired and the new manager is someone i know, and she doesnt like me. There is another woman i used to know standing next to me. I am reassured everything will be fixed quickly, and not to panic. These woman are very cold and mean. I suck up my complaints, and let them the problem out at the wedding ceremony. I leave to back to the wedding ceremony and I see several gurnys, there has been some kind of accident with the paint machine, several people take me the gurney where my husband is. I get to his side lean down over him and begin to push his hair from his face. I asked him what happened, he tells me, the information is in the car. In the Car? but i am here right now... it cant be that bad right? He lifts the blanket, and opens his legs and to my horror he has been impaled by several objects. those objects were removed from his leg and bandaged up but he is now loosing a lot of blood. Give me your phone, i tell him. I will call your family. Panic has now set in, and i feel so helpless. Where are all the ambulances? I yell out.... Then i woke up.|
|add to favorites||802||2010-05-23||DB 1.0 (Closed) - Collapse Crash||The beginning of the end?||Capri|
I find myself in a grocery store with a cart full of canned goods. I feel anxious, and by feel I mean while dreaming I KNOW I'm dreaming, I stop my cart and take a look around at a very 'Real Life' scene. Suddenly I can see my emotions comming out of my body like heat off hot pavement. I look around to see if my fellow shoppers are having the same experience. I know it's 'Time', but I'm getting ready to call out a warning to the people in the store. Suddenly, nothing matters more than me finding my way home. I am angry for finding myself in a stupid grocery store when I need to be home. The grocery store people are starting to get that it's 'Time' and most of them become wild, running or crying, abandoning their carts, or sweeping armfulls of useless item into them. I look for one person that has not gone wild and see her standing looking back at me. We don't recognize but rather just know one another. It is our mission to get back to our families by working togeather. We hold hands and make our way to her vehicle. We see some men that might be military, but just mostly crazed individuals. I need to push my emotions onto the mass of people, to calm them, let them know they must only have the mission of getting home, not let the idea that it's 'Time' make them crazy.I realize it's no use, they are not going to feel me. The woman and I get in the car and go like hell. All she will say to me is 'I Know' as we try to escape the city and get to our country homes. A rock smashes out her back window, we run up a curb and we both know that is the end of the car helping us. We exit and see people looking at the car, but we cannot understand what they are saying. We know it is time to part ways, and we both say 'Goodbye' as one. I suddenly know that the other woman is me, and watch her(me?) diappear and wish us good luck. I'm not far from home, but all the vivid colors and smells are suddenly becoming mute.I look at a tree that flames the color red and then dulls to beige. I feel my family waiting, they are okay because they are home, but I know I need to keep going and get there before the 'Time" has passed...This is usually where the dream ends. I have been repeat dreaming the above, all or some of it, exactly the same, for six months now. Not every night but at least once weekly. When I wake, I can't separate myself from the dream for hours. In my 'Real Life' I find myself practically running to get my grocery shopping done, so I'm not in the damn store when it's finally 'Time'.Something tells me it dosen't even really matter.
|add to favorites||800||2011-03-19||DB 1.0 (Closed) - AIR||A rider on a roan horse came to rescue me from death||Mariel|
I had a very short dream a couple of months ago. I dreamed that Jesus came riding a roan horse (beige colored
with reddish highlights, not the "red horse" of the Apocalypse). He was wearing a dark colored cloak which I
thought was probably 18th century vintage. I knew who it was even though he was not presented in typical garb.
He scooped me up to carry me off, and communicated the thought "I have come to rescue you from death".
This action was preceded by a brief realization that I was in a dangerous situation which might result in death,
but the realization was so brief that I did not record any details from that part of the dream. The dream was
wholly positive; most of my dreams are anxiety-dreams, although I dream very little now.
|add to favorites||799||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.
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||797||2014-09-09||DreamBase 2.0||Breakthrough||NativeAmericanDreamWeaver|
|Meditation Dallas - 8/20/2014 12:00 noon I am in a room with a group of other people; they are all soldiers or warriors for a cause, we are dressed in a white hard uniform like storm troopers for star wars, I get the feeling from the uniforms this is not a real group of soldiers, but are freedom fighters, or religious fighters, like the new knights Templar. They people are all white, three men and two women. We feel bonded together, like a group of old friends. There is one guy that I hate though. He is short maybe 5’3, blonde hair, blue eyes, napoleon complex, a real bad attitude, and he has the worse personality, even though he is kind of good looking, there is something attractive about him, he can be charming when he wants to be, devilish grin and pretends to be genuine really well, a seducer of woman’s hearts . I want to avoid him, and he doesn’t like me either and is trying to push me out of the group. I pass him later on in an office setting or a grocery store; the two scenes are blended together because I keep going from my thoughts to the current situation. Clearly I am seeing through someone else, I am in their body so I can see their thoughts. When we look at each other we are both disgusted that we slept together. I am trying to take a new assignment to get myself away from him. I am reminded of a time we once fought together; we were in a basement, the room was filled with water, and furniture was floating all around us. I feel like I am in a video game, until I realize the room isn’t a room at all, it is a womb, the hallway I just came down in an umbilical cord, I am nano size, I am life. Strangest dream ever, I can’t quite tell if this is to prepare for the birth of someone very special, or signifies the battle of when conscious life begins, or if my mind is trying to make its own movies to see to Hollywood.|
|add to favorites||797||2012-06-07||DB 1.0 (Closed) - Surreality/WuJo||Ex Girlfriend and the Cupboard Portal||Philistine|
Finally after a long period of non-rememberable dreams I had a striking love dream.
It had three parts: the finding, the portal, and the alternate reality.
I was in a strange house. I sensed my first real girlfriend. (It's been 20 years, I don't think about her very often and we haven't spoken in all this time). I could feel our energy touch and there was an embrace, but it was all just feelings. No visual or anything. I longed to see her.
I then heard a girl crying in a cabinet on the wall. Like a kitchen cabinet, about level with my upper body, but it was in a bedroom or laundry room. I opened the door to the cabinet and could see a figure about as big as a barbie doll hiding and crying behind some cups and office supplies. I asked her to come out of the cabinet. I considered this the portal through which she came to me after we made mind contact.
Then we were together and hugged like old friends. I could feel all my old feelings and love for her. It was emotionally painful and still is even now typing it. We talked for a while and I could feel all the what if questions about our lives just hanging in the air.
Next she said she had to go with other people somewhere and I asked if we could meet up again later. She said sure. Some time later I found her again on the street, it was evening and in San Jose, where she still lives. She got out of a van along with some strangers who all wanted to meet me. We spoke for a few minutes alone, she left with the people. I've never dreamed of her in my love dreams, it's always a stranger when I have lost love dreams of longing for another. I felt strongly towards her in this dream, but not like my other longing dreams. We both knew there was nothing to do but say hi, embrace again, and part.
|add to favorites||789||2014-10-05||DreamBase 2.0||P1_06 Sickness, Labor, Useless!?!||NativeAmericanDreamWeaver|
|10/5/2014 10:50am I am standing with my guide at the edge of a lake, beautiful and pristine in this wilderness. Still is the water, not a single ripple. I can see the refelections of the snowcapped mountain tops in the water, the large pine trees, and the clouds above. 'What you don't see is what is below' my guide says to me. He instructs me to get down on my knees and put my face into the water to see what is below. So I do this, and I notice as the scene begin to play out, I am so focused on what my eyes are seeing that I do not notice what is being said around me, I hear faint talking but don't quite understand where it is coming from. In the water this is the movie like pictures that I see: SICKNESS: There is a Sickness of the mind going around, there is also a sickness of the body going around, when someone gets sick with both illnesses, it means their brains stop learning and they become human vegetables, dumbing down the human race, these viruses are man-made, but that fact will not come out for a long time. Until then it is a 'Conspiracy Theory'. LABOR IS WRONG: One man who cannot seem to help, can't figure out what to do even when he has been shown, he has several Pregnant Farm animals, one is a sow and is screaming in pain, she is in trouble, this is not a good labor for her, her neck is contorting and all this man can do is throw up his hands, he can't help the momma sow birth her babies. There is a cow, a cat, and other animals; they all seem to be having the same problem! I don't understand what is making the momma animals have these problems, is there another virus or something like it that is effecting birthing too? Just as I finish asking my questions I realize my guide is talking to someone else behind me, who is not looking into the water like I am, the only thing I am able to pick up on is: 'USELESS' (my guide says) ' like the guy who bought a ticket into outer space but can't use it now because he is dead. (Says the other voice) then a small amount of laughter.' I wake up before I could pull my face from the water and before I could find out who my guide was talking to.|
|add to favorites||788||2014-10-26||DreamBase 2.0||Total CEO||Dreamerofdreams|
|I dreamed myself and a friend/close family member were flying (astroplane) into an airport. It was industrial around it, but not new industry, more like cargo and storage around the airport. I got scolded for flying in the wrong way because it had not been approved by the tower and was not a flight path. Once we got there I had to submit my pilot papers to be able to fly a cargo plane a man that was rotund with a white mustache had gotten for me to use. I was familiar with him. He as a grandfather or uncle, but it felt more like grandfather. He was proud of me. I was a young blonde woman in her med twenties and the other woman with me was a brunette about the same age. we were related either sisters or cousins. There were some questions about my documents because of the path I flew in but I had 6000 flying hours so my Grandfather told me not to worry about it. He also had influence and people were accommodating because of his influence. He said he was staying behind because he had business to take care of and he knew we could pick up the cargo and bring it back. We were flying south across a large continent to a southern island. They took us to the plane we were to use and we went inside. The plane was luxurious in the front behind the cabin, but it hadn’t been used in along time. There were cobwebs on the seats on the lounge area. There was a river by the airport as well and electrical lines crossed the river at different points. This was bothersome but I felt I could maneuver the plane throughout them. We took off and started to climb, there seemed to be a problem with the plane and I turned it around and came back in. Once I landed there was a heavyset woman there along with some airport officials. She told me she was a Cabinet Member of the county we were in and had to interrupt what she was doing to come there because of what happened. After going through conversation with her and the airport officials they said it was just as well I had turned around because the weather was bad where I was going and I wouldn’t have made it. I woke up and remembered the dream vividly, still do after a week. The thing that stood out to me was the old man, grandfather./uncle. I kept trying to figure out how he was in my dream. I hadn’t seen anyone or know anyone that fit that description. I went about my morning started reading the news. Then I saw the CEO of TOTAL was killed in a plane accident taxiing the runway leaving Moscow. He was the man in my dream.|
|add to favorites||788||2014-08-04||DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc.||War on Feb 15, 2015||Graystar|
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