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add to favorites 763 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 757 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 754 2015-01-12 DreamBase 2.0 Interrupted awards ceremony DLP
I'm observing a huge ornate theater/auditorium which is filled with elegantly dressed people. The stage is brightly lit. There are a few props but it's not set up like for a play. There are several people standing around on the stage, not really doing anything. I don't hear any sound but know there's music being played. Suddenly there's a bright flash of light, followed by a bright light falling from the ceiling over the stage. The light fixture crashes to the stage. Pandemonium follows. The scene jiggles violently. Then everything goes black.
add to favorites 753 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.
add to favorites 752 2010-10-01 DB 1.0 (Closed) - AFTER LIFE Aunt Chris Krys

I was named after my Aunt Chris.  I loved her dearly.  After she died I found myself next to her.  She turned to me and smiled in surprise, "What are you doing here?"  My Aunt Chris looked younger; her hair was black again, her skin was flawless, all the colors were sharp and clear but strange.  The vision of her, looking at her, was comprised of millions and millions of tiny dots - are they called pixels???  At any rate, it just occurred to me in this moment, geez, is death a hologram too, a matrix too?  I had asked my Aunt Chris if I was going to die and she smiled confidently and said yes.  I woke up.

add to favorites 748 2014-09-20 DreamBase 2.0 Run out of money Mike YHWH
I was with my family at a holiday resort, enjoying the sun and walking down the pier. My wife wanted to buy an handbag and my kids had ordered an ice cream. The kids were enjoying their ice cream in the milk bar and I was next door with my wife. At the counter I reached into my pocket to pay the handbag but couldn't find any money. I was irritatedt and started fumbling for my wallet. I opened it an it was empty, no money there. I was feeling embarrassed. I took out a credit card. The clerk swiped it but returned it to me saying it was declined. My wife said, 'oh dear' this is so embarrassing! I tried the last card and it didn't work either. We returned the bag and walked out in total embarrassment and afraid that we couldn't even pay for the ice cream of the kids. When I arrived there, my son had paid for it and I woke up.
add to favorites 745 2010-06-04 DB 1.0 (Closed) - AIR Blue Star Kachina slim2none

Overnight May31 - June 1, 2010 I dreamed I saw the Blue Star Kachina.

With no reference to a known constellation but a underneath a group of stars in roughly a diamond shape, below the bottom white regular star was shining a  smaller but very easily visible bright, brilliant blue star unlike any I've ever really seen.  Very little twinkle, just constant hard blue light.

I turned to others and said "hey, look, it's the blue star Kachina!"  Several others looked where I was pointing and said "It IS the Blue Star Kachina"  with no great excitement (as if I had just pointed out the Big Dipper). 

I have little familiarity with the Hopi legends but no great interest or research into them.  I rarely remember dreams.  Not only did I remember this the next morning, but I soon forgot about it and then re-remembered this dream that afternoon.  Seems that I was supposed to remember it.

add to favorites 742 2015-01-27 DreamBase 2.0 The Devil wants the children awakeneddreamer
I am walking down a familiar path through formal gardens to the deep dark recesses of a cellar where the beloved dogs (pets) are kept. Turning on all the path lights as it was getting dark I sense something dark and different than usual. I turn on the last light and step down to go into the dark portal but cannot. I am frozen. there is something very dark and evil in there. I feel deep cold breeze coming out of the void of the portal. Turning to go back as I sensed there were no longer any beloved dogs left as something ate them, I here a whooosh. "It' appeared in front of me. Like a jinn, genie from a bottle is was homely but not as ugly or horrific as I would imagine. this creatrue has the typical horns on its forehead, muscluarly built, a bit slimey, with a dusky odor. The Jinn almost resembled Churchill. Balding head, jowls, non-descriptive with large lower lip much like Hitchcock's profile. He was actually polite in a British sort of manner. it didn't fool me. He looked me square in the eye and asked, " I want your children, may I have them"? I laughed. "You're kidding me right? YOU are asking ME to give YOU my children. Not on your life. No way. don't ask again." To wit: " I will not harm them, I need them in order to complete my destiny. Won't you help me to do this and then I shall stop?" He/IT was quite pathetic in his plea. No power really as he had to get consent to do this. I was not about to give it. Then some young girls and a boy in a car that just drove up, got our to unload some gear to which I yelled, Get back in your car and leave now if you want to remain safe!" They thought I was nuts. The mother driving the car thought I was crazy. I told them this Jinn was possessing anyone who would have access to her children or mine. Get out now before its too late. It will find a way to get them. The remainder of the dream was going from country to country to warn the parents of the children lost this Jinn was on the loose in any disguise that would elicit illusory legit ways to get their kids for its pleasures.
add to favorites 742 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 741 2014-10-17 DreamBase 2.0 Get into the flow Wanji
Deaming of the Law of Attraction and how it is affecting what is going on in my present moments. Saw picture of myself standing on the Earth with the heavens above. Energy, in the form of a river was flowing across my body. Kept thinking that something was wrong with the river because I knew it was energy and it wasn't flowing from the heavens through my crown chakra and out of my root chakra into the Earth. No matter what I did or thought, the picture stayed the same and I kept trying to make the river flow the right way. Suddenly, I realized that the river of energy was flowing correctly and all that it was me that was not in the correct alignment. All I had to do was lay my body down and relax into the flow of the river and I began to swiftly move with the energy instead of being stuck with the energy bouncing up against me.



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