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add to favorites 766 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 765 2014-08-13 Proj Aug - Closed Tennis / Politics: Asia vs US / win-win Iris
Intended 8/17/2014. Background: A technology colleague of mine, "Fang",(from 30 yrs ago), is a native of Taiwan, and is an avid tennis player. Dream: I was at an international tennis tournament to watch Fang play. The location was "Obachum" (symbolic for Obama? or U.S.?) The match was quite close, the crowds were very enthusiastic, Fang won, all parties were pleased. Meaning: Taiwan / Far East challenging U.S. in some matter, U.S. gives in, win-win for all concerned.
add to favorites 765 2012-10-23 DB 1.0 (Closed) - Surreality/WuJo Revelations / double dream within dream Toby

Dream began while I was walking down a blacktop highway road outside of a major metropolitan city with a number of refugees including my family and me. I immediately noticed the rolling hills of a dessert like environment but the freshly laid pavement, crisp white road lines freshly painted and pedestrian signs every 100 meters or so. A large fog horn like sounds echoes from the heavens and immediately I think of revelations from the bible as a feeling of hopelessness and armageddon takes over my consciousness. I fear for my family walking beside me my mother, father, brother and girlfriend. I remember something about seven horns before the end comes for some reason and know by some weird way that the most recent horn although the first heard in my dream was the fifth. The pace of everybody’s walk becomes faster and faster as the 6th horn sounds, echoing from the heavens with no apparent source. looking back from where we've come I see a city scape with large buildings. Bright blue skies and stratus like clouds fill the sky so vivid and surreal. Just then the seventh horn blares and I know that this is the time, if something was to happen it was surely going to happen now. With everyone sharing a mutual conscious a uncomfortable moment of silence ensues before a loud rumbling generates in the distance ahead past the horizon. The rumble becomes a loud growl and piercing whistle as if to indicate something extremely fast is approaching. looking up I see a white trailing cloud shooting across the sky above to compliment the rumble and whistling, a woman screams and creates a frenzy amongst the crowd of people now looking mesmerized by the scene above. A commotion of panic now ensues as everyone drops their belongings and begins to run franticly with their loved ones at side. As I began to run with my girlfriends hand in mine, I feel a flash of heat and my peripheral vision radiates with a bright glow. knowing in my mind it had hit miles away but indeed we were in extreme danger and the world would never be the same again. I glance at my mother, the concern in her eyes heightens my awareness and I can tell she is in dire duress. she moves her lips as if to say i love you as my father grabs her and yanks her as he runs. I glance back to see what’s happening and see a wall of bright white, dust and death screaming our way faster than I could ever imagine. As it is about to reach us I accept my inevitable death and with a moments breath both my girlfriend and I look at one another simultaneously saying "I love you" with haste, forcing it out of our mouths quickly knowing these were our dying words. We kiss. I close my eyes and the blast hits us and I feel the warmth, expecting the experience of death the warmth overwhelms and encompasses my body with what felt like an appendage going to sleep, as it awakens it begins to furiously tingle exponentiously until the blood flow returns to normal. My whole body felt like that and as the tingles peaked I feel weird because I know I’m dead but I can still think subconsciously. The voice within me quanders and I am confused, but even more so I feel scared and worried for my family and their inevitable loss, I wonder if they too can still think and feel as I can and how they must feel given their loss of loved ones as well. I then awake...

 It’s a brisk cold but fresh morning and I have awoken in a park on a bench, dew is on the grass. As I shake the sleep from my eyes I immediately become concerned given my recent dream. For some weird reason my father is at my side and we both look at one another with angst. silently communicating to one another we wonder what just happened and if perhaps we just had the same dream? Am I dead....? Are we both dead? If so, where are the others!?! Where is my mother!!? Where the hell are we?!? We don’t speak a word as we begin to walk. There is a hill atop sits a neighborhood of houses with a road that switchbacks twice to the top of the hill. We start to walk, silently not one word is spoken. I can see the breath as it comes out of my mouth in a surreal fog as we begin the climb to the top of the hill, "Am I only dreaming" I think to myself as I begin to panic and look to my side, my father gone and nowhere in sight. As the panic gets worse I try to put together the events that happened in detail and it is at this point that I awake. Thankful that my life is as it was and all of this was only a dream.

add to favorites 763 2014-10-30 DreamBase 2.0 Heres' confirmation CharlieG
Not exactly a dream more like a sudden realization like OMG that's it. Prison Food Scandal Pushed By Dem Group In Tight Michigan Governor's Race read the headline
add to favorites 762 2014-10-09 DreamBase 2.0 The Hunter sherriann
September 21/22, 2014 -- The Hunter I am shown a large image of a hunter wearing hunting camo and quite loudly I said, "Chris!"
add to favorites 761 2014-10-08 DreamBase 2.0 P1_01: Quarantine ("Dallas Intended Dream") Rae
It seemed to be my first day of work at a drugstore. No one aknowledged me or would pay much attention to me. I'm trying to look around some and get to know the store. Customers are at the counter and I try to help. A lady asks for a manila envelope,10x13. I'm trying to look under the counters but they are covered with big sheets of paper with charts and schedules hand written on them. I lift the bottoms and see envelops but none of the sizes I hold up are right. They all turn into flat paper bags and I'm still trying to check for the right size and I see the bags are all the ones that look like newspaper pages. I see the name "Dallas" in the print numerous times. (I assume I was seeing that because the intention of my dream I had been reciting earlier was "Events in Dallas over the next few weeks" and I went to sleep with the image of the word "Dallas" in my mind as it would appear next to a star on a map of Texas.) I'm frustrated because I can't help anyone, I don't understand why no one is training me and I don't know why I am trying to work in a drug store. I go out back to look for help and there are people I talk to a little... the one stops and looks wide-eyed at people coming back from lunch. For some reason they are in trouble because they ate the fish and they were supposed to take something to cover it up and they didn't. I was thinking or saying that I don't understand the problem, all they did was eat some fish..... but to everyone else it was a very serious problem and they were upset about it. The people that had eaten the fish seemed oblivious to having done anything wrong but they wouldn't let them back in the drug store. The number 260 and 270 had significance. Each number was on something a few inches in size and plastic, I think oval in shape but I can't fit where it was in the dream now.
add to favorites 760 2012-02-25 DB 1.0 (Closed) - AIR This dream still disturbs me. Deazzling

I was traveling across the state of Arizona with two friends of mine, we were heading West.  I was in the back seat, it had gotten dark, so I layed down and fell asleep.  I dreamt that I woke up in the back seat, turned around and looked out the back window of the car.   What I saw was this huge reddish orange planet.  The planet was so massive, the circumference was way beyond that of the earth.  It looked as if it was close enough to almost be touching the earth.  Then I noticed the earth was on fire.  From where the planet looked like it was touching, everything on the ground was burning.  There was a wall of fire as far as the eye could see North to South coming up behind us from the East.  It was terrifying.  Then I woke up in the back seat, turned and looked out the back window of the car.  There was only darkness.  I had this dream about 15 years ago.  It wasn't a very long dream but it seemed so real and was so vivid. I will never forget it.  It still disturbs me.   

add to favorites 758 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.

add to favorites 756 2014-07-28 Proj Aug - Closed Underground Loyalty Eric
Date: 2014-07-25 Time: 0513 Type: Quasi-lucid, linear, POV (emotional) I am a member of some kind of exploration team that ventures among the stars. While exploring an apparently barren planet with a surface similar to that of Mars (red, desert-like and rocky), we stumble upon a huge and isolated underground facility. We surmise that it may have once belonged to the original inhabitants and that its purpose had something to do with “mining.” The facility was originally located from above while we were surveying the planet and identified by its proximity to a large gorge or crevasse, as well as what appeared to be a “landing pad” structure that we used to eventually land our aerial vehicles. I recall that the landscape, in addition to being mountainous and barren, was also very dimly lit, as if it was nighttime, or the planet had no atmosphere. The next thing I remember is walking into a cavern adjacent to the landing pad. The facility itself does not appear to be very deep (which was a surprise to me), but is divided into several chambers, similar to an ant nest. It also doesn’t take us long to figure out that it is still operational. The group decides, that in order to ascertain the true purpose and function of the structure, we will disguise ourselves as the native human-looking workers and pretend to go about our “regular duties.” Each of us has a part to play and the position that I am given will be equivalent to an “assistant manager” or one of two “head supervisors” (these positions were not labelled in any way, but this is the closest comparison). As I am led down to the work chamber by a guide of some sort, he explains to me that my role will be to ascertain or judge the usefulness as well as the unquestionable loyalty of the workers to the overseeing governing body (which feels very similar to a small ruling oligarchy). As we pass the final descending ramp, he indicates through a window to my right, a side-chamber from which a large, hand-sized red button protrudes from the nearest wall. Since all of the walls look very similar (light brown, rocky, yet smooth), the button is a very distinctive feature. My guide informs me that at the end of the work scenario, there will be an important inspection during which this button will determine the fate of the workers. Before entering the main chamber, I am joined by a short woman (whom I never actually visually see for some reason) that holds the same prominent position that I do, and will be responsible for assisting me in my duties. I suddenly become aware that what distinguishes us from the “common” workers is our telepathic ability and therefore, our ability to communicate with the native rulers or overseers. These overseers are the original inhabitants of the planet and are of a completely different species. They are much taller than us, humanoid, completely bald, have a greyish-greenish-brown hue to their skin, large dark eyes and a regular sized mouth. The next thing I know, the short woman and I are conversing with the tall (and rather gentle) personal female servant of the ruling “manager” of the facility. Despite being of different species, we seem to get along with her very well. She informs us that the overseer will be arriving shortly as we stand in a small anti-chamber called the “launch room” and face a wall-coloured door to an elevator of some sort, where he will emerge. As we anticipate his imminent appearance, my thoughts turn to two major concerns – the first regarding whether or not this being will recognize my true identity, and the second involving the gravity of the decision that I will have to make concerning the common workers. The “manager” finally appears in a rather ostentatious robe. His facial expression clearly denotes boredom and it seems as though he just wants this formality to be over with. As the four us now enter the main chamber, I suddenly become aware of two side chambers two my right that feel like “jails” in case of worker insubordination. The rooms inside the jails are organized like the branches of a tree (I don’t know the reason for this). Inside the large main chamber, all ~100 workers are positioned in neat rows awaiting “inspection” by the manager, the short woman and myself. It is clear that as we pass each worker, we are to “scan” their minds in order to identify those that are “most fit to serve” or else potential troublemakers. The troublemakers are sent to the “jail” chambers and the rest remain. As we pass by the rows, some of the workers give me telling glances that denote combinations of hatred, fear, confusion, amusement, or plain anger. Among them, I can also identify a few very proud and strong individuals standing aptly at attention and staring unblinkingly over our heads. For some reason, this amuses me. Nevertheless, I am emotional perturbed by a strong theme to all of their thoughts – a recognition – the need for me to recognize that I am one of them and that we are all playing “parts” in this grand “deception.” Overall (and as expected), most of the workers put on physical and mental facades during the inspection in order to secure their own survival. As the inspection continues, I begin to identify with a distinct aspect of myself that actually enjoys this work. It isn’t long before this part of me (resembling an inflated ego) attempts to convince me that I am an expert at what I do and should not concern myself with emotions like compassion or guilt. This same part encourages me to pander to the expectations of the manager and to simply “play along.” In the end, a total of 5-10 people are sent to the jail compartments as the manager, his assistant, the short woman and I retreat into the short alcove that contains the red button. Following a short verbal discussion that reveals our overall disappointment with the loyalty of the workers (I find this odd since we ARE telepathic), the manager positions himself by the button and asks me for my final vote. A thumbs up will indicate my approval and a thumbs down will lead to the “incineration” of the workers. With my ego now in control, I put on a convincing grimace, raise my right hand and give a thumbs down. The short woman does likewise. Along the wall to my left, I can see 10 or so male workers sitting in a neat row and awaiting their fate. I recognize two of them as personal friends. With a look as if he is literally about to die of boredom, the manager pushes the red button and an enormous flame erupts out of the main chamber behind me and shoots across the workers against the wall. I watch in fascination as the flame recedes, and the workers stand up in unison, only to sit back down again and be engulfed by a second flame that reduces them to ash. As the manager makes his way back to the launch room, he passes me on my right and says “Call me when they’re ready.” The moment he disappears back up his elevator, I let out a sigh of relief and return to the jail compartments where I meet up with my friends and indicate to them that “we can finally leave now.” All of us take a moment to reflect on the fact that despite “losing many people, we’re still alive.” This is when I wake up with the faces of the friends I knowingly sentenced to death still fresh in my mind.
add to favorites 756 2010-10-22 DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. Travelling Fire Krys

Just before I woke up this morning I had a dream of being outside, other people around, some kind of social disorder as there was underlying anger, tension, arguing, general strife.  Then, out of nowhere, flames started hitting the gound and moving toward us.  The fires weren't spreading, it was like small flames were being spit down on the ground but no object(s) were causing them as they crashed, and it was moving in a path.  It was a mini verion of the solar destruction in the film KNOWING. Then a voice stated, "Sunday, May 31st."  Then I woke up.  I googled Sunday, May 31st and found the next time May 31st falls on a Sunday is 2015.



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