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|add to favorites||683||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||681||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||679||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||676||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||675||2011-05-04||DB 1.0 (Closed) - AFTER LIFE||ghost?||dreamweaver|
January 3, 2011
Woke at 3:30am again and then tried to sleep on the couch. I dreamt of a man on an iphone in our house and he peaked out from behind somewhere and then walked right through my husband. I then yelled at him and others I saw and they didn’t hear me. I believe I was seeing another Universe or something, don’t know.
|add to favorites||673||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||671||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||668||2012-07-26||DB 1.0 (Closed) - AIR||Star||star|
This dream or lucid vision I had a number of years ago is so clear to me even today... I was standing and I looked up and saw a star falling and the room was shaking and I was being thrown from one wall to another, when it stopped I saw a man standing not far from me and it was then I had this overpowering need to relieve my self it was so strong I asked the man where should I go, he said not here and he pointed to a closed door and said go do it through there, I went through the door and was completely assaulted with such an incredible stench and thought to myself so much death and I no longer felt the need to relieve myself...My feelings in this dream were of shock and my sense of smell very strong..
|add to favorites||663||2013-03-14||DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc.||Skyscrapers swaying then collapsing||64Twin|
EH George, had a dream last night skyscrapers swaying like really bad and then one collapsed just like the twin towers and then another and another so on so forth, the skyline looked like a mixture of Detroit Chicago and New York also one building in the opposite direction of all the others sure looked like a building I know in Toronto that one broke in half and it crashed right in front of me. I do not know what this dream meant but it was in colorful HDTV, full surround sound, people reacting to what was happening around around them and it was at night either late spring or summer but the odd thing was the ground was not shaking like in an earth quake! Weird!! or what?
|add to favorites||663||2012-10-31||DB 1.0 (Closed) - Collapse Crash||surreptitious food shortage||Roberta Bogner|
I was unpacking my can of Jif after having come from the store, and noticed a "streaking" pattern against the side of the glass as if it had already been opened and a knife scraped against the side. After opening the supposed new pristine jar, lots of its contents in the center had been removed in such a way that it had appeared untouched.
I was somehow made aware that the Pope had decreed that we must give our food to others in other countries, and they were taking from Americans.
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