Here it is everyone. Post your dreams for all to see. Let’s collect them and try to find any common themes or patterns. Hope you all join me in this experiment.
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Denise
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I keep having re-occurring dreams about the sea being made. Sometimes I find myself at the beach and the sea is half finished. It is so beautiful and clear, but ‘someone’ is making it. In fact, it seems to be in the process of being manufactured and I never see who is doing this, although I have a feeling that it is a construction company from off this world. I sometimes go in and have a beautiful swim, but wish that there was more of it. Weird huh!
Warmest regards, Diana.
I dream my 28 year old son and I are camping in a national park mountain in Kentucky (where my son grew up) without a car. I go into a museum/curio shop. I see a beautiful gold and purple rock for sale (not expensive). I think, I really want to steal it.” I pick it up, head toward the door, then return to the table and put it back. I am stopped by the curator/shop keeper and she says I have broken the law, that I did the same last year. My trial will be this summer. She uses big legal words, e.g. said, “We will have to litigate.” She said, “You have a bad attitude.” She says, “The bating will continue until your moral is improved.” She tries to intimidate me to get me to confess my crime. I am having nothing of her tactics and am uncharacteristically smug and self-assured. I think, “Thinking about stealing may not be moral, but it certainly is not illegal.” All I want to do was to get back to my son who must be wondering what happened to me. Finally she gives up. Lucky for me, there is a taxi in front of the store. I get a ride up to the camp ground at the top of the mountain. People are thinking I am very strange for camping without a car. I think, “I am doing exactly what I want to do.” Note: I love to sleep outside, even in cold weather and think that others must perceive this as odd.
I couldn’t remember my dreams last night. I have a cold but I’ll post a dream I had before Christmas about a month and a half ago.
I was a spy in what I thought was France. It looked like the cobbled streets there. It was night time and I was with a group of other spy/CIA types in a van. We were listening to a bugged conversation and then stormed out of the van and grabbed some guy, there may have been more then one, I can’t remember now, and threw him in the van. I had an assault riffle. I believe he was a terrorist.
And around the same time I had a series of dreams about being on boats. Some pleasant some unpleasant. The last one I remember was just before Christmas and I was with a group of people I didn’t know, we were all in the hull of the ship and it was starting to flood. There were children’s toys floating all around. We couldn’t decide what to do. If the vessel was sea worthy or not. While we were trying to figure this out I woke up.
Lately I have been having recurring dreams with former co-workers and ex-boyfriends – all from about 20 years ago when I was in my late teens. The scenes are sometimes around water – lakes, rivers, but mostly in homes near a big fireplace. They keep encouraging me to come home, (Burbank, Calif), offering support to help me find the courage to get out of Europe, where I have not been happy for a while. It’s like the panther card that Denise drew – changes need to be made, though not always pleasant, ultimately the result will be positive.
Last night I was a pear shaped woman with short brown hair in my early to mid-50s. I believe I was a social worker or something like that, and was at a pre-wedding event just before the nuptials were about to take place. The woman had three children from a previous marriage, 2 boys and one early pubescent girl. The girl had just come out of the swimming pool and was wearing a bikini. The step father-to-be exhibited signs that signaled he was a potential molester or was molesting the girl.
I confronted the mother who cried and acted as if it were the end of the world. She wanted to go through with the marriage and felt I was raining on her parade. I tried to talk her down and tell her to just watch things and get help for her family and see what happened. She finally calmed down and went through with the ceremony.
Later, I’m not sure if it was months, weeks or days, I was at the family’s new home hanging out with the 2 boys. They were playing in the family room. I could hear something happening in the bedroom and knew the daughter was in there alone with the step father. The mother was making food in the kitchen. When the step father and daughter came out of the bedroom I knew the step father had molested the girl and I had to do something about it. That was when the dream either ended or I woke up.
Hi,
i had a vision i was in a mountainous region. Not Australia but more in the middle East. And i witness a group running after another group of people with knife and killed them. i dint see blood but i was aware what was happening. May be i reckon the kidnapping and the beheading of foreign worker or soldier in Afghanistan and other part would or might start again..i cant recall all the details. because i didn’t write the dream down when my eytes open..i have slept over it…
god bless
Ok i remeber a few details.. one of the group wears like black suit, white shirt and was wearing a heat where you can see the curly hair on both sides of the ears. i reckon now they look like jews. it was them that was chasing the other group…so i rectified on what i thought that foreigner would target of radical islamist…it had something to do with the jewish hitting back. i can’t associate a prediciton on that…but something not good will happened…its not a premonition of a ceasefire though. it was not that clear as its hot here as well and i was tired after a busy week at work.
will let u know if anything more transpires…..
god bless
Nitin
sorry a hat not a heat…my apologies
My dreams have always been weird and stylistic, rather Ingmar Bergman-like; they usually involve crowds, and almost always I’m running, from something rather than toward it. Last night’s dream was especially bizarro … a featured player was someone’s pet scorpion, and it was sick … with rabies! (Hey, it’s a dream
) I’m taking that means a negative Scorpio aspect affecting a number of people.
I dreamt that I went through this maze of freeways to go see my brother. He was working at a jail. My mother had entrusted him with a $125,000 fund my father had left him, my mother and myself upon his death. My brother had used the money to buy hotdogs and hamburgers and paint to constantly change the color of the jail he worked at. He lived in the parking lot and had nothing to show for the money, of which there was about $25,000 left. I was so angry at him and my mother because I wanted him to do something productive for himself with that money, like buy a house or at least a car or something. But instead he had spent it on buying stupid frivolous things that really did no one any good.
In real life I woke up this morning and the first thing my husband told me was that some guy in a Texas jail had ripped out his own eye ball and eaten it. Nice thing to wake up to. I called my brother and found out that there was a riot where he lives, Oakland, CA. I had no idea because I watched nothing but Yo Gaba Gaba and other children’s shows today. Then we went out to get my daughter some presents because tomorrow is her one year birthday.
Ok here’s another bizarro one. Dreamt that I was at a bar in Burbank somewhere (my hometown) and it was an industry party to which Danny Boyle and the actors of Slumdog Millionaire had been invited. The music and food were both Indian. I started chatting with Danny B and a few of us went for a walk along on the main road until we came to the local high school and there I pointed up to a huge, newly built tower that looked like a ziggarat (sp?) made up of colourful concrete sections of shoes, all with the Nike logo. I was telling him it was the new town landmark.
I have been having a lot of dreams about weddings. I don’t even like weddings. In fact, I pretty much hate them. It started with a large, traditional wedding in China where everyone was wearing red. I believe they do wear red in traditional Chinese weddings. The weddings have been of people I do not know and I don’t know anyone there. But for some reason, every night I attend one wedding after another in my dreams.
No one I know is getting married or recently married. I have been happily married for over 13 years. We eloped. So no wedding for us. I have no idea what all the weddings are about.
Hi I dreamt that Barack was a young chubby 8 year old and his recently deceased grandmother was telling him he had to listen to these people. There was a gathering of about a 100 people of all dress through history and culture. He was young and reluctant but she insisted and he started to listen. I remember falling asleep and wondering what happens to us when we die. Perhaps we get guide younger generations or our lives leave behind the construct of our legacy. I know Obama loves biographies. Sara Palin was in the room later as an adult in the dream and didnt want to listen to anyone. Geesh even my subconscious thinks she’s self centered.
I also had a flash of the Obama family seated at the inaugural. I wish them safety, wisdom, success and longevity!
I am in the Oval Office, alone, at night. There are some evil devils, like little apes, climbing upon one another to get to the top of the desk, intending to play havoc with the plans that are to be made there. I firmly tell them to leave, and they do. I am amazed and pleased and feel that I working alone, but with many.
I had a strange dream last night. I don’t remember all of it, but it involved being held captive by govt. agents and being forced to use psychic powers to come up with some kind of numbers. Don’t remember why the numbers were important, but these numbers were very important. I woke up very disoriented and “hung-over.”
I have had dreams about Austrailia for 2 nights in a row. The first night a group of “Life guards” weren’t doing their job and last night it was just a quick reference to Oz then a big flash of white???
I dreamt about a woman named Kathleen Ravenswood the other night. I was hanging out with her in her basement. She was very calm, introspective and was psychic. She was a little overweight and had shoulder length dark hair. She had very kind energy but it seemed she was stuck, yet not unhappy, just stationary in her life.
I dreamt that I was in a market full of tents, like the ones they have in middle-eastern countries but less chaotic, and all made of canvas but all covered, you could not see the sky at all but there was good light all over, and the goods sold were all the same, white cotton pants (like people in India wear) with leather black belts on them… my friend or companion who was a male I have never seen in my life ,start looking around which one to buy and I remember telling me: “with this new president we will need to buy a very good belt…”
Is it related to the economy? what do you think?
Had weird dream this morning. I was at my grand parents place back in Mauritus. I could hear my mum, my dad and sister in the background. I was outside playing when i saw a plane flying toward our place. It was an Air Mauritius plane and i was saying to myself this aircraft is flying too low. Suddenly the pilot did some funny manouver that it went crashing in the next door neighbour. the next door was bushy. so the aircraft went through the bush. I ran there but only saw the debris around of engine. i didn’t see the plane on fire or any explosion. my parents rush to the scene but i didn’t go there as i was scared to see bodies or dead people. in my mind it was playing like these people are still alive. And i woke up or open my eyes.
I am going down the line of predicting something. but am on the watch with some plane crash in the future. we shall what this dream was all about…..
I was in a very deep sleep when my dog woke me up, and all I remember — albeit very vividly — is of a wristwatch. For some reason, I had lost my regular wristwatch and I found another wristwatch — I think I picked it up off the ground. It looked pretty much like any Timex, except that there was a decorative band on the outside of the dial with images of a sea shore. Pretty cheesy looking. When I picked up the wristwatch, suddenly the “decoration” started moving: the blue background representing the sea started rolling back and forth like waves, there were white clouds moving above the blue background, and the sand on the shore started moving. It was all very weird. That’s when my dog woke me up (he has a tendency to wake me up when I’m talking in my sleep). Don’t have the foggiest idea what it all means, except that the old saying about the shifting sands of time and all — maybe something to do with time not standing still? Or maybe, if we want to get prophetic, something about “watch” the seashore? One other thing: during this part of my dream, my emotions were definitely under duress of some kind.
I dreamt there was some kind of government parade in either India or Pakistan. There was a woman wearing a sari in the middle flanked by rows of men on either side. Someone began shooting and everyone hit the ground. I know some of the men were hit but I couldnt tell if the woman was shot. It was an assissination attempt.
Hello Hopeandaplan: The Republic Day parade is organized by the Indian government and held every year on January 26th.
I think some of us are having dreams concerning other people on this blog. Not surprising since we are now part of each other’s collective psyche
Last night I dreamed that I was watching Lifetime TV and there was an ad for one of my favorite TV shows, Army Wives. Lately they have been doing something called “Army Wives Confidential”, where they show reruns from the second season, but the stars comment on certain parts. In my dream, though, they were doing something a little different–actually offering an alternate ending to one of the episodes. The episode was the first one in season two, where we learn that a bomb blast at the end of season one killed the daughter of one of the main characters. They were changing the ending so the girl didn’t die. I can’t remember the exact wording in the ad, but it was something like, “We heard you America, and we’re offering an alternate ending.” I was so happy that she didn’t have to die. It was presented like a very big deal, like millions of people had written in about that particular episode. The dream was vivid enough that I was half-expecting them to actually do this when I watched it tonight!
Dreamt I was working as a writer on this soap opera where people were being abducted by aliens.
Funny, I had a dream similar to zoma’s 2 weeks ago and started to post it but found it too disturbing. In the dream I was staying somewhere in england, where i live, and had overslept and arrived late for a celebrity-sponsored marathon at a run-down community college. There was only 20 minutes left. I looked up to the bleachers and saw my two closest friends from L.A. cheering me on, so I took off. AS I left the school area, I heard myself thinking, “This is a fix,” and looped arounf to where the exhausted runners were coming in. Certain runners were being pulled aside by men in black to be “processed” in giant glass-walled rooms. They were seated on lounge chairs placed on a conveyor belt, like at a Disneyland ride – it reminded me of the old “Adventures in Inner Space” ride in the Orange County Disneyland. Anyway, I still had loads of energy and so ran off in the opposite direction.
A hotel room – in Disneyland, but some alternate reality Disneyland, not one i have ever been to. feels like Southern Cal judging from the chaparral on the hills. i was with a dark-haired guy in his 30′s in this hotel room, on a floor at least 30 stories up, and there was a massive glass elevator off the side of the balcony. The view was of rows of orange groves mixed with disused fields. We stepped in, and the elevator took off, but did not descend straight down. Instead, it curved in an elliptical pattern, detached from the building. When it reached floor level, it was in front of a bazaar/market on Disney property but into which “non-Disney” merchants were going, mostly Africans – not a Disney logo in sight. I watched one Ethiopian family go in, only to be led out hours later by Disney security, with their wares (colorful African prints) still on silver clothes rails they were holding.
I don’t know how long my companion and I sat at the gate and watched people, but we were next led to a tram ride through beautiful rolling hills, dense with growth, that were being eaten into in the lowlands by Disney housing/resort developments, so hideous.
Last night I dreamed I was back living with my parents (I’m not sure if I was a kid again or what) but we had a pet rooster, like it lived in the house with us. We adored that rooster. of course I don’t remember it waking us up at the crack of dawn or anything, but it was just the best pet, like it would actually snuggle with us and all that. I looked up “rooster” in a dream book and it wasn’t there. I found “bird” but wasn’t sure what it said was really applicable to “rooster”, since it talked about flying and freedom, and I don’t think roosters fly all that much, and this one didn’t in the dream.
That’s funny, Juno, because I have been dreaming about birds lately too. Nothing exciting just wild birds, especially cardinals, flying around, eating, doing their bird thing. I wake up feeling like I really need to help the wild birds. Cardinals have always held a special meaning for me. For some reason, this bird has special meaning to my husband’s family as well.
I have a bird feeder outside my window. The main bird that uses my feeder is a big, beautiful, male cardinal, I call Crash, because he flies into the window so often. Most of these dreams focus on Crash. I wake up feeling like I must save him from starvation. The winter has been harsh where I live.
I even put out an additional feeder for him and his wild companions and smeared suet on a tree. Crash seems to be going strong in spite of the ice storms and sub zero temperatures we’ve had around here.
I know he is having it hard because he visits my suet feeder before dawn and after twilight. This summer he just used the feeder in the mornings. Now it is an all day thing.
I have always had a deep soft spot in my heart for animals. Maybe that is why I dream about Crash and am on a mission to save him.
huh, totally different type of bird than a rooster, but your feelings about Crash remind me of my family’s and my feelings about the rooster in the dream. Cardinals are beautiful–my nephew loves them because he loves the St. Louis Cardinals. I hope your Crash does all right this winter!
I went to the Farmer’s Almanac to see when spring is predicted to begin this year, when I found out we are up for six more weeks of intense winter storms here in the MidAtlantic states.
Then I went to Accu Weather and confirmed starting Ground Hog Day, we can expect 6 weeks of sever winter storms. Crash has been joined at his feeder by several chickadees and tufted titmice.
So I guess my vibe these little birds would all die this winter without extra food is true. I made up
Wow, I didn’t mean to hit submit just then. I meant to say my kids and I made up a ton of homemade suet.
Are are the links to the long range forcast at the Farmer’s Almanac:
http://www.almanac.com/weather/
And Accu Weather:
http://www.accuweather.com/
This dream was last Friday. I dreamt I was in some American city with lots of over-rail tram lines, like Boston or Chicago, and with complex tunnel systems. I was there at first with my son and partner, but we had separated and I was hanging out with a guy who looked just like the lead singer of Franz Ferdinand, tall and thin, but in the dream he was the owner of an independent record store in this city where I was. We were having fun, laughing and sliding down these massive brick retaining walls of tunnels where the trains ran, playing “chicken” by sliding across the slippery platforms – somehow it did not seem dangerous and all was very quiet in there. We left and ran along the roads, kissing, and it felt like we were 18 and I looked that age as well. One of the parks had a small hill which we climbed that a tram line ran through. Young students were trying to hop on board as it went past slowly. This bit reminded me of the hilly Castle District in Prague. The scene changed and we were back in the American city, walking up bleachers at a ball game. My partner was there, happy, with two generic-looking locals – in baseball caps, overweight, beers in hand. My son was with them, but he had now aged 5 years and was 7. He was playing with one of the guy’s sons.
I must have been talking in my dream last night because my dog woke me up. I hope I wasn’t saying “Heil Hitler” because that’s what my dream reminded me of.
There was a young, good looking (almost cherubic) young man addressing the United Nations. It was in the near future (3-5 years as opposed to 20 years). He had black hair, blue eyes (like Putin’s), and spoke with some kind of European/East European accent. It wasn’t identifiable as Italian, German, English, or Spanish, but he was speaking English. He could have been Scandinavian or East European (Czech, etc.) or Russian. He did speak perfect English and his accent was slight.
The address he was giving to the United Nations was being televised around the world. The traffic had stopped in Times Square as everyone was watching the television screens, and this was repeated around the world. Everyone was watching.
He spoke to the delegates at the United Nations in a very calm, confident manner. He said that everything was going to be OK, that we had suffered horribly, but that everything was going to be OK now. He said that he had a plan to restore order and to take care of people. I don’t remember everything else he said because of the intersecting visions of the people around the world watching him, but I remember being in the United Nations auditorium where he was speaking, but it was as if I was above it all — in and out — I wasn’t really engaged with what he was saying.
At one point in his speech, men (they may have been soldiers, maybe just security) walked in and started to stand in single file in the aisles. At one point, they pumped their fists in the air and started to shout “Heil!” or something like that. The gist was that they were shouting some kind of support for the man who was speaking. All of a sudden everyone was shouting the same thing. It was like watching a movie of the Hitler rallies where everyone would shout “Heil Hitler”. Even the people in the streets watching the televisions started shouting. I remember being very afraid. That’s when my dog woke me up.
The clear impression I received was that this was much sooner than we might think possible.
Regarding Sally’s dream, – wow -profound! I had a flash of Boys from Brazil as I read it, but sounds like you had an image of some anti-Christ figure.
I just had this dream after napping this morning. My wife and I were outside in the sideyard, standing next to a picnic table under an awning like they have at state parks. We looked up and saw more planes spraying chemtrails than I’ve ever seen here before. I actually do see these things all the time, but not as many as I did in the dream. We both started counting the plumes, the planes were all in a line flying downward toward toward the earth, and initially were so high you couldn’t really see the plane, only the origin point of the plume. I counted 42 roughly when two of the planes broke formation, and as they came closer I could see air force insignia on top of the body of the plane. One flew directly overhead, buzzed us in an intimidating way, I felt like it was personally threatening us. There was no sound from this thing except the air being displaced as it flew. It was delta shaped with a couple of fins hanging below it like a surfboard, and a hollow appendage in the middle where the chemicals were released. It looked like it might possibly have been unmanned. I remember thinking that Obama either hadn’t yet or wasn’t going to be able to overcome the forces arrayed against us because of this ramped-up display of hostility against the civilian population. I woke up feeling kinda disturbed, felt like I should post it here, although I don’t want to manifest anything by doing so….lol. I’ve had lots of UFO dreams in the past, mostly symbolic, but one very clear false-flag dream where the craft were shooting beams at people and we were running, and I knew they were ours…
dreamt I walked to a friend’s home. They are old friends I hadn’t seen in a while and recently were in touch with again. I got to their house and their door was ajar. I went in and found things amiss, cabinet drawers open and things askew. I had a very bad feeling. It wasn’t long before the police showed up and I went with a detective to look around for the couple and their daughter. We found the man in one closet and the woman in the other, both had been murdered. Their daughter was nowhere to be found. The detective was cracking horrible jokes because they had been stalked by this guy and had been bothering the police department. No one thought it was funny. I went to find the daughter with the nanny but she wasn’t anywhere. I wondered if perhaps she was hiding from the trauma and still afraid to come out. This dream was very vivid and disturbing. But I don’t think it was a premonition. I have a feeling it was more psychological.
Hey Todd,
I had a bizarre experience of seeing a black line in the sky when I was an adolescent and when looking up lines in the sky came across info on chem trails. What do the chem trails look like that you’ve seen?
Best,
Denise
Denise, the trails I’ve seen have always been greyish or white, four and five at a time sometimes running parallel sometimes criss-crossing the sky like a giant “pound” sign. They always linger for quite some time and diffuse very slowly, I’m talking maybe 30-45 minutes or so.
Where all the aircraft stuff is coming from, I have no idea, we live about 30 miles from an AF base, maybe ten from the local airport, we’ve lived here for almost twenty years, so we’re used to planes and helicopters overflying. BAE (British Aerospace) has several facilities around town. I’m not really into aircraft at all despite all that.
I forgot to add this to my first post, and it may not mean anything as I just found out my dad has prostate cancer, but I also thought (in the dream) that they (whoever “they” are) are trying to covertly kill us off by giving us all cancer….
I had another vivid dream last night which is kinda unusal for me, I go through long periods where I don’t remember my dreams at all. Another aircraft dream kinda. My wife, daughter and I were in our bedroom and I was looking out the window into the sideyard again. There was a tallish skinny evergreen tree out there with browning foliage. I noticed what looked similar to a trailer towing ball or pivot ball of some kind laying in the upper boughs of this tree, and I could see it looked like it had broken off an aircraft, it had that greenish hard anodizing on it, but it looked like aluminum because it was scored up and scratched through it’s outer coating so you could see the shine of the metal. I wanted to go get it and look at it, but it was pouring rain. While I was watching, a white BMW 4 door sports car with a rear spoiler pulls into my yard and makes a circle around the tree, stops, two guys get out oblivious to the rain. The driver looks like a mechanic, uniform shirt and ball cap, the passenger looks like an administrative type, maybe a shop steward? They get out and walk around obviously looking for something. After a few minutes they start to get back in the car, and as the driver shuts his door, the admin guy hears the part in the tree fall to the ground with a thud. He starts back around the car towards it, and I realize if I don’t hurry, not only am I not going to be able to look at this artifact, I’m not going to find out why these guys are in my yard, so I haul ass back through the house and out the back door, run around to the sideyard only to find sure enough, the part is gone and theses guys are pulling out my gate. I run after the car waving my arms over my head, they’re out on the road now, accelerating, I make it to the road and I can see the driver looking at me in the rearview. He slows and puts on his right signal like he’s considering stopping, then abruptly it cuts off and he speeds out of sight. I notice one of my neighbors watching me from his side of the road, and I realize my wife has my hair dreaded into little pooftie balls and I’m a bit embarassed, so I head back to the house
The hair part is impossible since I’m a diesel mechanic and have a buddhist monk ‘do (about 1/4″ all over), but we took our daughter to the late showing of “Coraline” last night, and Coraline’s friend “Whybe” had little pooftie hair like that, so I’m guessing that was the source of that bit of weirdness…
Hey 8sussegemuse,
I just read your dream post. I think you are right about it relating to the economy.
Best,
Denise
Hey Todd,
It’s interesting that you have the feeling or link between the chem-trails and cancer and then you dreamt about a tree falling over which was tall, skinny and had brown foliage. Trees are generally symbolic of a family, especially in this case since it was on your property and your wife and child were also in the dream. The tree or family falling came after it looked skinny and brown which would indicate sickness. Do you worry that the chem-trails are causing any illness in your family or do you think perhaps this could be a message from your unconscious about the environment your living in making you and your family ill? Just a thought. Most of the info I’ve seen on chem-trails has been on the internet and there does seem to be a link to illness and like you said cancer or other diseases. I saw similar trails when my husband and I lived in the high desert not far from Edwards air force base (where they land the space shuttle sometimes, yikes those sonic booms are LOUD). I always took the trails to be related to military air craft. And they would disappear after like you said, 30-40 minutes. Some of them would linger longer and a couple of times they had an almost rainbow like effect that eventually happened, or would have a weird sort of glow to them. Thanks for sharing your information. And the more you write your dreams down, the more you will remember them, so keep up the good work! They might be telling you something you need to know! Sounds like it was kind of a creepy dream.
Best wishes,
Denise
I had this dream about a week ago. I was driving a bus on a cobblestone winding narrow street through fields and then cliffside near oceans. Part of the areas looked like where I grew up in Massachusetts, NY and there was an urban flash that looked like Chicago. The roads were 90 degree angles straight up and down, Colin Powell was helping me navigate but telling me to speed up so I could make it up the steepness and then careen straight down the other side. The roads were iced up and snowy. Figured it was personal since we’ve had some dramatic ups and downs. But Colin Powell made me think I should share the dream.
I don’t think this dream has any significance even to me, but I have had it more than once and it is annoying. I dreamed my grifter, welfare cheat neighbors won the lottery, one of the big ones. They go around bragging everywhere – just showing their true redneck nature all over the place. I am so annoyed in the dream. I wake up and I am still annoyed.
I think you have brown (maybe reddish hilights in the sun) hair, it’s either curly or wavy and hard to control. It is parted on the side or pulled back, no bangs. Between chin and just to your shoulders.
Your eyes are not blue, either brown or hazel or green, something like that…Your complexion
has a tedency to be ruddy or areas not totally smooth or breakouts….not a peaches and cream
complexion, but not bad either.
I think you have lots of eyelashes, brown with well shaped eyebrows.
You are not tall, medium height and medium build..good shoulders, you have physical strength, maybe muscular, active..like nature and outdoors, but not a fanatic…sensitive to surroundings, can be easily stressed, but deep and wise and you know how to get centered, and what are top priorities…maybe allergies, and sinus headaches, a well shaped mouth……your face in not long, maybe heart or square or roundish, full cheeks when you smile…
I keep having dreams of welfare cheat making it big by winning the lottery or some other quick easy way. I think it is because of all the news in the media.
This dream journal is such a great idea, Denise. In one of my earlier books about paranormal phenomena, I had written an entire chapter on prophetic dreams regarding the 911 attacks, and I mentioned in that chapter that I thought the federal government should create a whole task force to operate a “national dream database.” The idea was that so many people had symbolic and prophetic dreams in the weeks just prior to those attacks (according to my online research) that I thought maybe we could be better prepared in the future if we had some of the country’s top dream interpreters, complemented by the sorting powers of computer databases, searching for common themes in those types of dreams. Maybe we could see something coming before it hit us. But my publisher axed that chapter! One of the editors thought the idea was too “out there” even for books of a paranormal nature that I write!
But I want to share the dream my mother had with you all, because that’s what got me started on that idea of a national dream database. A couple days before the 911 attacks, Mom had a dream that was so lucid and disturbing that she couldn’t go back to sleep. When Dad came down she had gone down to the couch) to see what was wrong, she told him about the following dream, and she told ME the next day (the day before the actual attacks). She dreamed that she was a spectator in a morgue, and the only other person in the darkened, gloomy room was a person standing over two very LONG stretchers. The stretchers contained the bodies of two very tall people which were covered, because they were dead. Mom looked at the man standing and said, “Who are they?” He said, “You don’t want to know. They took the heart out of the city.” Her dream was FULL of both premonition and symbolism. It was a masterpiece, in hindsight. Before the attacks, it made no sense at all. She only knew that it was so disturbing that her stomach was sick from it. Now we can assume that the two long stretchers holding to unusually tall bodies symbolized both the World Trade Center towers AND Osama bin Laden (who is known to be very, very tall). When the man told Mom that the people under the tarps “took the heart out of the city,” he was referring prophetically to the tall Osama bin Laden.
Anyway, yeah, my mother has a lot of prophetic dreams; while I’ve only had a few. She also had a dream shortly before I lost my fourth daughter (who was stillborn) that she saw my grandfather, who had died just a month earlier, against a backdrop of pure blackness with nothing else in view except Grandpa holding a newborn baby and smiling tenderly. There was nothing else in her view in that dream…just Grandpa holding a baby, with an outline of light around him (as spirit visitations often appear). She didn’t tell me about that dream until a couple months after I lost the baby, because she didn’t want to upset me. But that dream actually comforts me, because I know Grandpa was letting us know that he’s with Baby Julie until I can be again and that they’re both fine.
So, that’s my input for the day.
It’ll be interesting to see if common themes show up in our dreams on this Dream Journal, but hopefully with signs of upcoming GOOD news, for a change!
Cheri
Not a dream but related. Saw some blue flashes the last couple of days, now seeing lime green flashes in my bathroom on Eastern side. Perhaps a couple of small earthquakes out in the desert in the next few days? We’ll see.
OK. Last night was unusual because I had two very riveting and almost lucid nightmares one after the other. The first woke me up with a start, and then the second came after I went back to sleep.
Nightmare #1: Ghost Busting. I dreamed that I was in a house and was spending all night long telling ghosts that they were dead and to go home! The ghosts were scaring people and I had to explain to them that they were dead and they needed to move on. (I think this is what I got from that Nicholas Cage movie about angels in LA.) It wasn’t grisly or anything, but the nightmare was scary because I kept having to get in touch with so many ghosts! It was so lucid that when I woke up I actually wondered if I had been ghost busting while on some kind of astral projection dream.
Nightmare #2: Murder Inc. However long the nightmare lasted, it was filled with murder. Murder after murder. And this time it was grisly. It was horrible. I don’t know if I knew the people who were being murdered, but I watched them being murdered. I woke up and didn’t bother going back to sleep.
OK, so here are two explanations.
1. Psychological analysis:
(a) Ghost busting. My subconscious is tired of the old memories (or even people) who are holding me back from moving forward, and in my dream I am essentially telling my memories to go away so that I can move on. And maybe I’m gearing myself up to tell those who hold me back to go away.
(b) Murder, Inc. Maybe I’m so fed up with old memories (linking to the ghost busting) that my subconscious actually wants to murder (cut out — most of the murders involved knives) that part of my life. You know, the first nightmare told me what I wanted to do, and when that didn’t work, the second nightmare gave me “permission” to do the evil deed myself.
2. Psychic analysis.
(a) ghost busting: Times are changing and we have to let go of the past quickly because it’s gone forever.
(b) murder — something bad is going to happen soon, so just get used to the idea.
Anybody got any insight?
by the way, there is one feature of my dreams that remains constant: I’m always dreaming about HOUSES. Sometimes the houses are mansions and sometimes they’re huts. I have few dreams of “open fields” or lakes or oceans — almost always my dreams involve houses and rooms in houses. What the heck is that about?
Dreamt I was at the L.A. Zoo, where i worked as a teenager, returning in present time to work “undercover” for some reason and was being shown a whole system of tunnels under the zoo itself. Have no idea what this is about, other than that it felt pleasant to be there, not scary.
I went to the British Museum today (for real, not a dream) and saw the Babylon special exhibition. I was floored when I saw a painting at the end of the exhibit on modern interpretations of the Tower of Babylon, and this painting was very muuch like one I had dreamt about a month ago! The painting had a ziggurat made up out of shoes – these were all types, and the painting was by Michael lassen, a Romanian artist, whereas the one I dreamt of was set in Burbank and it was made up of different types of tennis shoes, all with the Nike swoosh. The myth of the “Fall of Babylon” and the prophetic “writing on the wall” figured prominnetly as well. Don’t know what this all means. Here is the link if any of you want to see the painting:
http://www.iatwm.com/200812/Babylon/index.html
Hi Denise, regarding your post on Feb 22nd about earthquakes. I saw this today: 2.6 quake jostles northeast O.C.
February 27th, 2009, 12:03 pm · 7 Comments · posted by Gary Robbins, science writer-editor
A magnitude 2.6 earthquake occurred at 11:42 a.m. in Yorba Linda near the intersection of the 91 and 55 freeways, along the Santa Ana River, across from East Riverdale Drive, the U.S. Geological Survey says. It’s not yet known which fault produced the quake. But it occurred not far from the Yorba Linda trench, the seismic zone that generated the 5.4 quake that shook all of Orange County last July. Today’s quake began less than 1 mile beneath the Earth’s surface, which is very shallow for a Southern California quake.
A reader named Gina emailed me to say, “The quake was fairly strong and short about 2-3 seconds. My cat & dog looked up at me … I live right off Cannon Street, which turns into Yorba Linda Boulevard.”
That’s weird–I was reading these and it made me realize I had a dream about an earthquake. It wasn’t a very strong one, but it reminded me of a minor one I experienced when I was at school, in junior high. It scared me in the dream because I wondered what was coming next. I didn’t remember the dream at all until I read this and don’t remember too much now. I also don’t live anywhere near you guys–I live in WA state. Synchronicity, I guess. Also I looked it up in a dream journal and it said it could be related to instability (personal, financial, etc.), and that could certainly apply to the country right now.
Boy, did I have a doozy of a dream last night.
First, it started out like any routine catastrophe. I was living in a rural area and the electricity went out. Everything was at a standstill. There wasn’t even any traffic to speak of on the highway. Can’t tell you what the catastrophe was, but something big had happened.
I can’t tell you the rest of the dream in sequential fashion, but the gist of it is this: my family was huddled around an old-fashioned radio and then a group of strangers came. We were very wary of them. The next thing I know I’m “kidnapped” by the strangers and the only way I have to talk to my family is through the radio. I figure out in my dream that I’m in the future and I’m talking back to them in the past.
The dream ended abruptly with more people joining me where I was….maybe more people “kidnapped” by these strangers. Oh, and the “strangers” turned out to be aliens who looked like humans. And we were all in the future.
Forgot to mention about my dream: I don’t usually dream in color — but last night’s dream definitely had the color purple. The female aliens were wearing purple.
Somebody, please, tell me why my dreams are so violent, so weird and so lucid! Am I schizophrenic and don’t know it?
Hi there everyone, I find it very wierd that by accident I came across this sight, for sometime I have wondered what dreams mean, most of the time I don’t dreamro at least don’t remember. When I do dream they are vivid sometimes like HD TV, about a year ago I had one of these it has actually never forgot it to this day it bothers me maybe you can understand something I don’t.
It begins with me at home ( I live on the top of a hill about 6 blocks from the bay) for some reason I am looking for my kids The girls are home I tell them to stay indoors not to follow me , that I know something is coming and that I have to go and find thier brother, as I leave I turn back to make sure the girls are in the house, I can see my son coming up the hill I yell get inside I have to go and get some other people. As I am walking toward what sould be the bay (small town) I see a large bridge like the Verazzano from Brooklyn to Staten Island and there are mass amounts of people all along the shore up towards the bridge and on the bridge, at this point the air becomes completely still, there is no sound , I can see the planes completly stall and fall to the ground… I am shouting telling people to get out of the way not to go toward the bridge come back toward me up the hill but most of them don’t listen, there are a few that do ( I have no idea who they are) we run back to my house and from the porch we continued to see planes fall to pieces ( I can see the engines not to far) waves coming ashore washing people away, thier runing to the bridge but the waves are making the bridge sway and they are stranded, It was a horrible dream all I know is that when I woke I was exausted like I hadn’t slept
Two flashes: the letters UCLA?
Dreamt of a wild rabbit – the little grey ones you see in L.A. hillsides at dusk – it was a baby rabbit, and was poking its head down a hole in the hillside, being playful, scampering about… I was watching him for ages, enjoying myself, alone on a hillside. He poked his head again down the hole, and screamed, with his hind legs sticking up in the air, flailing. I pulled him up by his legs and a snake was attached to his nose. I pulled off the snake, killed it with a rock, and cradled the rabbit on its back while I looked for help. The rabbit had such sad eyes I started to cry, and in the dream he started to morph into my toddler son, naked, with wounds by his left rib and groin, but he was bleeding clear fluid, not blood, like in the story of the crucifiction of Christ. I woke up at this point, so upset I went and checked on my son, who was fine, but who has had a very serious flu and had had to be rushed to the hospital. I can only assume that is why I had such a horrible, disturbing dream. Ugh. I should add I never dream about rabbits, and never was into “cutsie bunnies” growing up. Any insights?
Hi, Juno. Your dream is definitely about the innocent being victimized, as both your son and rabbits are innocent beings. It has nothing to do with your son, per se, other than the fact that you’ve rightfully been worried about him with the flu, so his image worked its way into your dream. But I think the dream has to do with the heartbreak we feel while we stand by and watch innocent people in our communities be victimized and hurt (from loss of jobs, homes, health, etc.), and we want to help but feel helpless. At least the bleeding was clear fluid and not blood. Blood would indicate loss of life (the life force), whereas clear fluid to me represents “liquid assets” and such.
Take care,
Cheri
Dreamt that there was a woman in her 40s who owned and operated a shop. She was murdered by the same man who murdered to other women in Southern CA. These cases had not been linked together and this particular woman’s death hadn’t been associated at all as she was not in the same type as the other 2 women. The police had no idea. I was driving around in the rain feeling the sadness and picking up the psychic scent of the woman’s spirit.
The woman’s shop was in North Hollywood.
Another horrible dream.
There’s a significant background story, but to keep the story short and germane to this one point, I’ll start with being stranded on the side of the road. I was in an area maybe 30 miles south/southeast of Dallas. It was a two-lane US highway. There was a fork in the road around a bend. I was stranded on the side of the road and called my sister and her husband (John) to come pick me up, which they did in John’s big white SUV (their kids were with them). As we were driving towards a residential neighborhood, a red or black truck swerved in front of us, pulled into a driveway on the right and crashed inside the garage. John stopped the truck, and we all wondered what the hell was going on. The guy in the truck and his family were making all kinds of noise. Then we looked up at the sky above his house/garage, and that’s when we saw the smoke. Billowing smoke from a distance. We drove up a little further to the top of a hill, and we could see all of downtown Dallas — and it was all on fire. All of the skyscrapers were burning.
Then we saw something we couldn’t believe at first. Their were pale “cones” sticking up from the ground in concentric circles all the way from Dallas to close to where we were (30 miles or so). The “cones” were exploding. There was a gap of four or five rings between the exploding cones and the unexploded cones closest to us. All of the cones making up a ring all exploded at the same time, and the rings were exploding about every 15 seconds. Every time a ring of cones exploded, a new ring of cones began to rise from the ground at the outer marker. (Think about the portrayal of shock waves in movies — the shock wave going outward in a concentric circle. That’s what was happening, only instead of it being a shock wave it was a wave of explosions.)
John started driving south as fast as he could, over hills and through prairie. So that we would get out of harm’s way.
I’m not sure how long it took us, but eventually we got to a place that wasn’t exploding, and it was the “aftermath” — those of us who were alive were all shell-shocked. I remember that we were in “survival” mode with food and water.
We were in a small community of people and a small white car with a family in it was pulling up to an intersection to make a left-hand turn, and just as it pulled up, a HUGE truck carrying water smashed into it, and all the water was released. There was flooding, and we were all in danger of drowning. That’s when I woke up.
Besides the disaster portion, the one thing that scared me when I woke up is remembering that in the dream we were talking about “aliens” because we knew no terrorist could plant concentric rings of “exploding cones” so perfectly.
Denise — why do I keep having these horrible dreams involving aliens?
Hi Sally, I am sorry you had such a disturbing dream. Your dream has the same theme of a hill top, city destruction, and flooding that appears in Al’s dream listed above on Feb. 28.
I wrote out this dream early Fri morn, the 13th, and now I have read the above posts and this is weird since my dream is also an apocalyptic one invloving hill tops, city destruction, etc. This one started off very personal, where I was chatting with an old friend/ former boss. We were inside his old record shop in the Los Feliz area of L.A. (In East Hollywood) and he was discussing re-opening for special hours. He wanted to bring me in as a partner. I was looking around the shop, which seemed so old and neglected, and thought, “It is not going to be in this place.” We both heard a low rumbling sound in the distance that grew louder as we talked so we went outside to investigate. The wind was whistling loudly and was cold, not the usual hot desert winds. Here, the landscape shifted. Instead of us standing inthe parking lot of an old strip mall, we were now part of a hideous “Citywalk” mall had been transplanted onto the street, like the “fake street” created at Universal Studios Citywalk.
Anyway, the rumbling noise was coming from behind the hills of Griffith Park, where a dark, moving mass had formed in the sky. The mountains had shifted as well, looking way more massive and tall, like they had mutated into Mt. Everest. People were starting to walk up the hill, towards the noise, as if pulled towards it. My friend B turned to me and said, “I’m outta here. These people are going to get killed. Are you coming with me?” I said I had to go find my son, then the scene shifted and I was in another hillside area, in Eagle rock, behind Occidental College (about 15 miles east of where I had been). I was still on my own and seemed to be waiting for someone. There was a group of Latino skater boys on BMX bikes, riding in the dirt. It was all peaceful where we were. I looked west to the area I had come from and could see that a massive twister was ripping through Hollywood, like in that disaster movie with Dennis Quaid about the new ice age.
Here’s another one about running a marathon, similar to one I had a month or so ago, also set a a school in England somewhere. In the dream I was trying to get away from Men in Black and joined a large group of marathon runners. I don’t remember the beginning of this dream other than that I must have been working at a school because I had loose fitting black slacks on, a button down blouse, and tennis shoes, like I usually chnage into at the end of a school day. I was running the marathon in these clothes and by the end had stripped down to the pants with a bright, Kelly green Champion sports bra (which I don’t actually own). At the end of the race, I walked over to the schol officials to get a racing form and it was a woman I used to work with, very unpleasant, who just smirked at me and handed me the form. I then headed down a long school corridor , filled with the racing participants, and passed my ex boss (a woman with NPD, super controlling). She also smirked at me and looked me up and down. I then noticed my own appearance and besides being very sweaty, i was thin and had a flat chest and flat stomach, like I had before I lived in England.
I handed my form and some money to a school official, and headed out of the school, knowing I would never have to go there again.
Wow, I just stumbled on to this site and it’s awesome. I have loved reading about the dreams. I have a reoccuring dream that has been going on since my daughter was about 1. She is now 17. Here is the dream.
My mother, grandmother and I are all getting out of a car, then my grandmother is standing on this bridge (it’s a small one, like over a deep creek or something) anyway, she falls and goes over. I cannot move and my mother is the only one that can. This happens over and over and over again. Then when I can finally move, I go down to the creek bank and it is my daughter, when she was little and there is one spot of blood on her chest and that’s it, then I wake up. You have to understand that I lived in Las Vegas at the time and had never even seen a creek. Then all of us moved to Kentucky and I saw the exact same bridge that was in my dreams. My grandmother has since passed on and I still have the dream.
Dreamt about being in some artist’s compound with someone who looked a whole lot like the actor Viggo Mortensen. It was in a hilly area, the place kind of run down – felt like the Echo Park hills. There were people coming and going, on some sort of mission. The Viggo look-a-like was planning a raid on the “people of the dark” and there was a giant mosaic maze on the floor which he uncovered that had encoded instructions – it also served as some sort of time portal. It was very ancient, pre-dating the pyramids. I was supposed to help him some how but then I woke up. A nice dream for a change, even if it had apocalyptic undertones like so many of mine lately.
Had this totally random dream about a neighborhood lady on my parent’s block who passed away last month. In the dream her daughter was handing me sacks of 60′s desinger clothes, Pucci prints and weird Hawaiian style mumu’s, long beach-style shirts.
In real life when I was little, I would always see this woman on her porch across from my parent’s house, chain-smoking, hunched over, elbows on knees. She always had jet black hair teased into a Gladys-style bouffant. I thought she was kind of scary and she never spoke to me, though I always liked her wild fashions.
I had a dream a few weeks back where, in the dream I had discovered the meaning and the reason why people dream. It was really clear and concise and made complete sense. .. I woke and marvelled to myself about this revelation. I lay there in bed going over the dream in my mind so I’d remember it because it was very important. I couldn’t be botheed getting up and writing it down, which I do sometimes.
When I got up next day I couldn’t recall the important details of ‘why we dream’!. aargh!
I think it was something like, the mind processing new data, where it files stuff away by creating symbolic associations with other known data or events. Sometimes they are stored as analogies and allegorical in form so the mind can link on to them easier, .. like a chain or data stream of things, experiences and feelings or emotions.. It was very definite in the dream but is lost now… for the time being.
This seems pointless telling you all this now… but,.. oh well…
Obama to Mexico mid April 2009? A dream-vision of the snake charmer bitten by the grey-white snake! Beware of trampling tall grass. May not be fatal! Please take care!!!!
2 nights ago dreamt of a teenage boy – about 16 – who had been whipped and tortured in an Iranian prison. He was an AMerican boy, light brown hair, who had become separated from his family somehow. He was innocent but was tortured nonetheless. I could see it happening like I was there. He was thrown out of the prison, left to wander the streets, and he was despairing and suicidal. That is when I woke up. The energy of the place was very dark, and kind of death cult, like the religious and political leaders almost welcome annihilation.
Mac. I kept seeing the “Mac” and “Mack”
This dream took place in a coastal town. It was cloudy and a bit windy. I was showing some woman around the borders of a house’s property, where a brick wall should have been built but wasn’t, and showing her anomalies in the brickwork. The house seemed a bit run down but was nice, with a view of the water. We went for a drive and I was driving on the left side of the road, like in England, and veering too close to the pavements – I was driving very badly, as per usual when I drive in the U.K. There was a lot more to this dream that I don’t remember, like there were other people I had talked to at a house party — they were giving me detailed plans and instructions — but I don’t remember because my 2-year old son woke me up
Ok I just tried to post this dream and it disappeared into the ether. An old and I were with Barack Obama, interviewing him. We were in a massive hotel suite, it was evening, and the atmosphere was warm and friendly. My friend, C, was there as a fashion consultant from GQ, and was looking at Barack’s wardrobe choices. C pulled out an ugly 80′s sweater and what looked like a girdle, and MIchelle just arched an eyebrow. Barack just had a sheepish look on his face and smiled, saying he was told the girdle would make his trousers lie flat.
Yesterday morn had a dream with my 2 year old son in it. We were on the road, travelling, and had become lost. It felt like we were in Europe, in a coastal region, or a northwestern US beach town. It was cloudy. All I remember is for some reason, the Wimbledon champ Roger Federer appearing and helping us out. He seemed like a really nice guy. I am not a huge tennis fan so I don’t know why he appeared, and why I seem to be getting dreams about public figures lately. . .
Dreamt I was in a classroom, observing this horribly mean 3rd grade teacher – -she was like a cross between the evil queen in Alice and Wonderland and Dolores Umbridge in Harry Potter. I was one of the kids in the class, but a grown up if that makes any sense — I had just shrunk down to kid size and I was trying to help the kids because they adults did not know how awful this woman was with her fake smiles and cookies for the kids, then swicthing to a sadist when the doors were shut.
Dreamt I was looking at an ancient text about the religions of ancient peoples and their histories. I came to a page about Merlin. It said that Merlin was a title not a man and the book showed inventions/illusions the series of these 3 Merlin’s had made. All had been exceptionally intelligent stategists who were the first sort of stage type magicians, using their tricks to gain support/power among the people for themselves and the king they served.
Also Merlin’s religion was a cross between Druidism and the ancient Celtic religion.
I also had a dream I was knitting a gray/blue sweater for my father. I was going to meet him soon. I was in this waiting station and I talked to this elderly man who missed his mother very much. I believe he had been and was drinking too much and I told him to stop. He was happy someone had cared enough to take on the motherly role he had so missed with the passing of his natural mom.
Dreamt about dozens of orthodox Jewish men and women who said they were sitting shiva till Thursday. This is the Jewish tradition of the immediate family mourning and grieving…
Wow, it seems to me that there is a natural trend of apocalyptic dreams, the future, huge changes, celebrities, children and aliens. i am glad i came across this blog because i have been searching for explanations behind my disturbing dreams.
Two nights ago i dreamt I was sitting in a sort of ‘paradise’ looking place: fruit trees, running water swarming with fish, green expanses. i was lying down in the grass surrounded by people in white, a mixture of people i know and don’t know. there was a peace-like atmosphere in the air however eager arguments could be heard across the lawns between all the people in white. suddenly the peaceful images disappeared and i was in a street full of accidents fire chaos and panic. i knew i was close to a train station and everyone was trying to get on the trains. i was holding a little girl by the hand talking to her about her dancing and our ‘mission’ and she was answering me very authoritatively and maturely (she seemed about 5). i had no interest in the trains and was running around looking for the ‘airport’. as i was running i noticed that people were stopping in their tracks to stare at me and the little girl. i gnored them and kept running but then decided to stop and ask for directions. some people didnt know where the airport was and the others who did give directions i ignored because i knew they were all wrong.
then i woke up feeling very woozy and unrested.
A dream last month that I was visiting a psychic, who showed me a map of the United States divided in 4-5 parts. I asked if it was due to earthquakes and she said yes. Ironic if the dream was prophetic since I was visiting a psychic. Was given a map with little asteriks but didn’t know the significance of them. Funny thing is, I forgot to pay her and planned to go back to pay her but felt it was an overwhelming chore to do so. It was one of my first recorded dreams this year and I am surprised how few details I remember now vs. what I wrote down.
Dreamt about my sis getting married, and meting her fiancee, who was super wealthy, and very nice. Her teenage son was with them and I was meeting them in their new penthouse apt in S.F. — her finacee gave me an engagement present because I was the maid of honor and siad it was from his baseball team. It was a little blue terry cloth plush toy with a team logo on it. It looked like a toddler’s bath toy. what freaked me out when I woke up is that my sis is already married, not happily, and this guy was either an idelaised version of her current husband or someone else entirely. He looked kind of like Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy. Maybe this a my wish of what I would like. Who knows… Oh, and before this bit I had been travelling on foot with my mom through desert brush at night time to some carnival in the distance. We were both happy to get to it.
I dreamt there were many people and coffins at the Michael jackson memorial, except Michael was alive. There was a large bomb or bombs detonated and a lot of carnage.
Have not had any dreams of note for ages, but just remembered a part of a dream this morn, mostly for its weirdness — dreamt I was at a white elephant sale at the church fair up the street from my parents, and I was lookking at fabrics and curtains for outfitting my new house. I pulled out a curtain panel, very 80′s looking, datk green with a flower print, and was looking for its mate, when Antonio Villaraigosa came up to me and said “Oh yes I saw those curtains. There were two other panels just like them and I bought them….” and I don”t remember what else he said…
Vaguely remember a dream with Angelina Jolie and I shopping at some department store, the jewelry section, and her being pissed off about something, as if I knew her in some capacity. The way she was acting was very different to her projected image. My sis entered the dream shortly after, also criticval or worried – can’t remember. Don’t know why I get these dreams with celebrity types in some sort of archetypal roles after contact with my ex – very odd…
Had another apocalypse type dream for the first time in months — I was driving in my current Toyota RAV4 — in a town center that felt like my hometown, Burbank. I saw a group of children – mostly Japanese tourists — inside a shop dressed up with face paint and in Halloween costumes. They were in a shop that specialized in 70′s kitsch like Sigmund and the Sea Monsters. I was panicked because the sky was lit up with fire that was only a few miles away but people seemed oblivious. You could see the flames in the distance. I had the car packed and ready and went back to get my husband and kids — my neighborhood was a time warp — full-on late 50′s — and the streets were starting to flood — a nearby river was close to overflow. I scrambled over hedges and fences to my house and my husband, in full 50′s costume, was Don Draper out of Mad Men. He said it was too late and that we had to stay. I said we had to leave or that we would die. He stared at me, smoking a cigarette, and we were at a stalemate. Then I woke up.
I had this disturbing dream about 5 to 6 months ago. Denise suggested that I post it here. I am trying to recollect as much as I can from my memory.
I saw a slim woman standing, perhaps 5’7″ tall, with light brown hair, cropped in a boy’s hairstyle, with her hair parted on the left. She was not beautiful but with a pleasant face which had a somber and resigned look in the dream. Then I saw a man’s hand reach out and slap her hard on both her cheeks and she fell down on the floor. I could not see his face, but I sensed that he was a tall man, perhaps 6″, well-built. I knew in the dream that she had been kidnapped by him and that she would meet her end at his hands. That was all that I saw in the dream.
There was a typo in my previous post which I am unable to edit. The man’s height was about 6′ and not 6″ !
Dreams have been picking up again after months of quiet — mostly personal on the surface – one last week was an ex showing up in this old boho neighborhood in L.A. where I used to live. We bumped into each other in an open air Mexican market and were supposed to meet up for lunch to chat. I got a text later that day saying he could not make it, blowing me off, like he always did, except this time I had anticipated it because it was like his mask was no longer working – his “nice” face when we had seen each other looked like one that was superimposed over another, like in that corny 80′s movie “they Live” where the main character finds the special glasses that enable him to see people for who they really are.
Dreamt this A.M. about being in some funky neighborhood in L.A., at a party, some boho guy commenting on my weight and how I was not “cool” anymore since I had a kid (???) — all I know is that I left early to go get my son because I was antsy, and on the way out of a big loft building in downtown the building just started disintegrating, turning to dark black ash, from the top down, and I knew i had to find a way out. That’s when I woke up.
This morn I dreamt I was travelling down a river on a makeshift boat with others. We had been at some party in Long Beach. Someone there had handed me a breast pump (????) and said “use it.” We got off the boat and travelled by foot, and saw to our left a 747 that had crashed and was lying on the tarmac. People were being led off the plane, so there were survivors somehow. The plane also looked intact. Not broken up. I don’t know where this was.
I don’t get dreams very often. I did have a strange dream in the early morning hours yesterday. I don’t understand if it has any significance for anyone or what it means.
It appeared as a precisely timed slideshow of 9 storyboards, like the still storyboards prepared for an animated cartoon, except that each storyboard stayed in focus for a few seconds before moving to the next. All 9 storyboards
had a white background.
The first 4 storyboards were of a narrow and tall two-storey 19th. century style house enveloped in gusts of wind. The house and winds in all 4 storyboards were colored a grassy-green color. I couldn’t see details of the house as the winds were hiding them but the shape of the roof hinted that it was a 19th. century house. The first storyboard showed the whole house with swirling green winds, above and around it. The second showed only the bottom three-fourths of the house with green-colored winds swirling around it and in the space where the top one-
fourth of the house had originally been. Similarly, the third storyboard showed only the bottom half of the house remaining, with green winds swirling around it and above where the top half of the house had been. The last
storyboard showed only the bottom quarter of the house remaining and the green gusts of wind swirlig around it and filling the space where the top three-fourths of the house had been.
The next 4 storyboards were of the same 19th. century house drawn in black and with black clouds swirling around it. In the first of these storyboards the whole house was shown with black clouds around it and above it. In the second storyboard only the bottom three-fourths of the house remained and this was enveloped with the black clouds which also filled the space where the top one-fourth of the house had been. The third storyboard showed only the bottom half of the house remaining, with black clouds around it and above where the top half of the house had been. The last storyboard in this series showed only the bottom quarter of the house remaining and the black clouds enveloping it and filling
the space where the top three-fourths of the house had been.
The final storyboard had a chair in the center with a blond-haired girl, aged between 12 and 14, sitting on it in a full-sleeved dark velvet frock, which was a few inches below her knees. I couldn’t see the details of her face but her hair reminded me of the drawings of Alice in Lewis Carroll’s book, “Alice in Wonderland”. On her left stood a man, shown in profile and wearing a long black outfit, like a monk’s cassock, but with a pointed hood. He was holding a dagger in his hands which was raised to the level of his chest and pointing at the girl. I couldn’t see the details of his face. He thrust his hand forward and stuck the dagger into the right side of the girls’ body.
My dream ended with this scene.
PK – Wow = vicid dream – I don’t know about the rest of you, but I think the house represents the U.K. — I always associate ALice with England at its height – the Victorian period – but it also had its shadow side, witness J the Ripper.
PK,
Your dream conjured up elements of “Hairy Potter” when I read it . . . . into the mystic!
You say that you don’t dream often, but if you’d like to open the dream door a bit wider you may want to consider celebrating somehow every time you remember your dreams.
Of course I don’t know where you stand with regard to spirituality or religion, but find your own way to recognize the gift of dream recall.
My experience with dreams is that, for me at least, they are always a look into my future or my role to play within the “Great Mystery,” which is forever unfolding before us.
To me the significance of:
- the precise timing of the slideshow indicates an element of planning, development and growth either in your life or the someone close to you past or present;
- 9 storyboards is that you or someone you know is moving closer toward more happiness or reaching a sought after goal or a need fulfilled, a reward;
- the white background is a sign of wisdom or more precisely, the wisdom of the elders or elder;
- the slides appearing in groups of 4 again re-inforces a movement toward making big step from a goal or dream into reality;
- the 19th century, as you know, was “a time of great change” as it saw the birth of the industrial revolution;
- the tall narrow house is a reminder that with change comes a cost ( to the environment), so in your case it may mean an opportunity for you to weigh the effects of your good firtune with the long-term results in order to find a balance;
- the gusts of wind are the winds of change coming to you;
- the gusts of wind are again positive signs in that unlike a strong steady wind a gust gives you opportunities to rest in between and gather your thoughts and strength as the change occurs over time;
- the swirls of grassy-green color is again another good sign as green is the color of renewal, summer and brighter days ahead;
- the green color may also point toward the change in your life coming this spring or summer;
- the swirling winds obscuring your view of the rest of the house/home in stages from top to bottom is another sign of change, the source of which you may not be able to see yet, but it is coming in stages from a higher source of power and/or authority outside of your realm of control;
- the second set of slides in black re-inforces that the change is coming from the “great mystery,” which has it’s home in the west;
- the gusts occurring and obscuring your house/home in stages is a sign that, although you may be a proud person you may be called upon to humble yourself as the positive change(s) reveal themselves;
- the chair in the center is you or someone you hold or held close to you now or at one time in the past;
- the blond hair again signifies a borth or re-birth from a point in the east;
- the age of the young lady “between 12 and 14″ (your words here) tells me that her significant age is “13,” which is a very lucky number in the context of your dream because, once again, it is the sign of great change, as it is the stage of life where the “girl” moves closer to becoming a woman with all the trials and tribulations adhering to it;
- the dark velvet frock covering her arms and most of her legs tells me that she is loved and protected and yet not to be prevented from moving;
- “Alice in Wonderland” or as it was originally titled, “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” interestingly was written in 1865, which is in keeping with your 19th Century dream-theme;
- in 1871, as you may already be aware, Lewis Carroll wrote a sequel to “Alice….” titled “Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There” which may be a strong indicator that your dream has much to do with you;
- the man (?), who may actually be a girl/woman, beside “Alice” dressed in black is an element of the “Great Mystery” itself with spiritual/religious undertones and his pointed hood shows him to be a wizard or magician;
- the dagger or sword in the hand of this entity is representative of the air/wind elements;
- if “Alice” ikn your dream is the princess she is a sign that a change is coming taking you from the idea stage to the material world;
- she is firm and clever and a great arbitrator whenever controversies arise;
- she is often a ‘child of misfortune’, but being humble and making the right choices she, in due course, will be rewarded;
- as a ‘child of misfortune’ having the dagger thrust into her right side may signify her doing this to herself due to her having been bull-headed, troubled, unhappy, anxious, and feeling crushed by material and family responsibilities;
- but, death or injury due to the thrust of the dagger is a symbol of change, whether by self mutilation or suicide of some degree, it is usually a reaction to a strain or an intolerable situation and the person/self allows the attack(s) to occur and accepts or humbles themselves to the change;
- deathis not bad in the sense of it being a life changing event or series of events;
- remember PK, the caterpillar must die to its former shape and earthbound ties to emerge the butterfly!
Homour your dreams and good luck!
And by the way, do you have close ties to the mid-west?
Shaemus
Juno and Shaemus: Thank you for your comments on my dream.
Yes, Juno, I too thought of England because of the Alice-like figure in the dream. The Victorian house made me first think of San Francisco’s row of such houses, except that the house in my dream was a stand-alone type of house and so I tied it back to England.
Shaemus: your interpretation of my dream is very detailed and thought-provoking for me personally, since you are tying it back to me or someone I know. The grassy-green colored winds and black clouds also made me think of environmental pollution or a chemical explosion but I didn’t think of personal changes. I agree with you that I probably do have more dreams than I am able to remember. There was a time about 10 years ago when I used to remember my dreams every day. Yes, I live in the mid-west and am curious to know how you figured out a mid-west connection from my dream!
PK,
I don’t often go into as much detail when considering the dreams of others. But yours was very interesting, detailed and as a result I felt a strong compulsion to respond as I did. I was raised by a very spiritual family, in particular my uncle who introduced me to many perspectives of spiritual thought and practice. In addition I have been very fortunate to have spent the bulk of my carreer as an educator living and working with indigenous cultures. Not knowing what your home environment is like when you first awake (calm or hectic) it is often easier to recall your dream-time if you take a few minutes or so to relax in bed, close your eyes and wait patiently for your dream(s) to rise to surface consciousness before the hustle and bustle of your day begins in earnest. Take time to stay in touch with your deeper self. Keeping a dream-notebook on your bedside table will help too as you will, over time, create a conscious/subconscious dream-memory habit. As you say, “There was a time about 10 years ago when I used to remember my dreams every day.” Your life has drawn you away from “you” and your ability to recall and summon your dream-perspective on a regular basis. As for my sensing your connection to the mid-west it was your description of the winds “swirling around” I had a strong impression of you as Dorothy from Kansas in L. Frank Baum’s “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz”, which by the way was originally published in Chicago in 1900, toward the end of your dream’s 18th century window. Keep up the good work and let me know how you’re doing from time to time if you like. All the Best PK and Happy Trails!
Shaemus, once again thanks again for your insight on dreams and dreaming. Your reference to Wizard of Oz in connection with my dream is quite charming!
All the best to you!
In this dream I was given specific instructions on a place to get to (don’t remember where) and was travelling in an old car on a disused highway in a place that felt like a desert or high desert. i was told that the last 10 miles or so would be dirt roads and the trail would be hard to see. When the paved road ended the dirt was filled with cedar wood chips for miles. There was an old truckerguy ahead of me that i followed. Once at my destination, it seemed to be a community college or looked like it, run down, like it had had its peak in the 60s and never recovered. I was with someone, don’t remember who, and we had a skeleton key and needed to find a certain room. One had an older white man in a ratty suit counting huge stacks of hundred dollar bills. He glared at us and we tried other doors. Other rooms were offering seminars with a few chosen people, all 30s on up. The decor was always hippy 60s, with Indian print homemade curtains, very colorful, because their budgets had been cut. That’s all I remember.
Dreamt i was at a party and seemed to be in a medieval costume — my face and neck developed dark spots that in the space of a few hours turned into boils – totally gross. Someone told me “This is because of _____” but I don’t remember, only that he told me I had to treat them with calcium carbonate (??)
I have been having a lot of dreams filled with rot and decay. Sometimes it is just very graphic images of rot. I have also had a repeating dream the I am going on a pleasure cruise with my husband – just an afternoon kind of thing. I go to the top deck to see that the guy who is steering the boat is an exboyfriend of mine who is a raging (in the dream and probably real life too)alcoholic. I confront him on his lack of skills and being dead drunk. So he takes me downstairs to this empty and yet still trashed room and tells me that he is really qualified to drive this boat. While he’s telling me this stuff, I notice he is also high on who knows what (totally like he was in real life) and in the meantime, a bad storm has blown up. Then the first mate who is also high and drunk comes down to calm me down because I am pretty upset by now. It quickly dawns on me that no one is driving the freaking boat! I think I don’t want to be on this boat with these people and I wake up wondering why I keep having a a dream about an exboyfriend I haven’t seen in 25 years and can’t stand anyway.
Dreamt I was on a long train ride – felt like Europe somewhere even though I was supposed to be in L.A., but it did not feel like L.A. Got to the main station and could not figure out where to get my connecting train. I went up a series of express escalators, all white and glass, that were so fast I could not figure out where to get off for the “A” train. I ended up on the top level and was told by a 60-ish woman with gray hair to “just take the elevators” and she pointed stright ahead, They were old OTIS elevators, where the numbers went round in a dial on the top and lit up. That’s where the dream stopped – me waiting, in transit.
Two dreams — in the first I was visiting a school where i was going to be teaching soon, some sort of private school for kids with special abilities. The second was a sort of waking dream — it felt like I was in someone else’s dream or part of a collective dream — I simply saw a series of numbers on a tannoy showing a countdown and a man’s voice saying either “It’s time” or something similar.
Dreamt I was at a party in downtown L.A., some boho party where people I used to know were saying, “She’s gotten fat.” I left the party and as I exited the building, the bottom level of the big skyscraper i had been in started to disintegrate, to rain down black ash.
I have been have different dreams, but on recurring topics. One dream, an old friend of mine came to me and told me that she wanted to talk to me, because she was going to die. She lives across the country from me. It was like she was sending videos begging me to talk to her which I couldn’t because (in real life) I don’t know how to get ahold of her. Later in the dream, her husband called me and told me she’d been killed in a car accident. I, sort of, put this first dream off, because not too long ago, an old friend of mine lost her sister and mother in a car accident.
I talked to my husband about the dream, because it seemed so real and I wondered if I should find a way to get ahold of her, but after talking with him, it didn’t seem quite so critical.
The next night, I dreamed my sister called me and told me that her son had been diagnosed with profound mental retardation. Okay, he is sightly developmentally delayed, but unless something really terrible happens, he will continue on with help at grade level and be only slightly different from other developmentally average kids.
Almost every night for a week, it was one dream after another of something bad happening to a family member or friend – nothing super tragic like the first dream, but mundane bad things.
After a week of bad news on the friend and family member in every dream, every night – it suddenly stopped. (for which I am grateful!) Now, it’s over it seems like the dreams where foretelling (in a way) of tragic weather events. It could be that I am totally off and tragic to mundane bad things are really going to happen to my family and friends, but it really feels like it is connected to the weather.
Since growing up in Kansas, I have always felt a connection or sorts with the weather. It must have to do with tornadoes. I lived south of Miami in 1992. Before Hurricane Andrew hit the military base where I was stationed, I had a series of bad dreams for weeks before. Funny, none of the dreams then were actually about weather events either. Hmmmm….
Two nights ago I dreamt I was with a huge gathering of people — family and friends — at a funeral in the west of Ireland. The funeral was for an older female relative who was much loved by all (I don’t actually know who), but the atmosphere was that of an old fashioned wake, with a days-long party in session. I remember chatting with loads of people, glad to be there.
This morn dreamt I was still in the small town I have moved from, and that the envelope I had of 500.00 cash in 20′s had money missing out of it – about 100.00 or so. One of the girls in the town discovered it. For some reason one of the classes being held the last week of school was in a huge black van that let no light in. Students were inside watching extremely violent movies with explicit sexual content. I seemed to be observing this all as if I was removed from the action. The next scene was in an old, disused room and I was helping someone decide on color schemes for painting the walls, and I said, “But it should really all be torn down.”
I dreamt i was on a highway and there were people who were sick and were swelling up or losing their legs. Then they exploded and disease was airborne. The highway had an overpass and I was amidst people standing in farmland trying to cover themselves so they wouldnt get him with the contamination, there were 4 story hazmat crews who were actually trying to not help but actually spread the contamination onto the farm and the people below. Not a typical dream for me.
Had a waking dream where my son and I were visiting my parents but they would not let me enter the house. They were coughing and saying they did not want us infected. I was due to leave town in a few days and was worried. Three days later, they were dead, having caught some lethal virus from my brother. Next scene I am on a plane with my son, moving to a new location. A few days after landing, the news reaches me that there is an epidemic where I just came from, people dying in droves. In a week, the same thing starts to happen to where my son and I moved to. We are both fine, and I begin to think that we are plague-carriers…
Was by myself, walking about a high street in small-town Ireland, but peopled with figures from my high school in the U.S. who were older than me, in full uniform. It looked and felt like 1983. People were gathered to hear this group from my school – the popular crowd – sing songs as part of a benefit. Some old lady was trying to give me a black wool sweater she had knitted. The cafe I was in had older guys who looked like farmers smoking hand-rolled cigarettes, one after another. They seemed to know me but I did not know them
Another alien invasion dream. The came in the stereotypical ships, and it was basically “convert or die.” So, you could become some sort of pod person and adopt the alien way, killing off your fellow humans, or you could die. Their goal was massive warfare to reduce the human population by 80% or so so we were easier to manage. They had been here before centuries before and done the same thing. There was a group of us the was hightailing it to a remote area to start over.
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No one really seems to post on this anymore, but maybe a lot of other people’s dreams have gone quiet like mine have for months. They have started to pick up again, but seem random. This morning I dreamt I was in a seaside cafe (not sure of country), where a 30ish hippy Latino couple were helping me with something. The wife turned away for a moment and the husband made a pass at me, which totally surprised me. The other dream was waiting for a bus with the rain ready to come down. It felt like England and even the bus numbers were the buses I used to use in Hertfordshire, but my co-workers I was standing with are my current co-workers over here in Shanghai. One bus came and LArry and I decided to get on it, while Jesse stayed behind for another bus. The bus was totally packed and there was no room to sit. The bus driver smiled at me and scooted over, making room for me, but Larry took the place instead. I don’t actually remember if I stayed on the bus, but a little while later I know it was t-boned by a truck and I was standing on a sidewalk, near the crash site, waiting to see who came off.
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First of all I wanted to say that my dreams have been really quiet for months now and I don’t know what that means – I simply can’t remember most of them. This morning was a rare exception. I dreamt I was in my 20′s and living back home in L.A. I was at my parent’s house but my dad was nowhere in sight, like he did not exist. In the dream, my brothers, and sis and I were all headed off to Disneyland with some cousins and friends in a big van or SUV like some grown-up version of the Brady Bunch. I was having second thoughts and wanted to stay behind because our mom was not coming, that, and I had misplaced something I needed in typical fashion. We convinced my mom to come like she had always used to and we merrily headed off in the car. I have to add that this is the total fantasy version of my family that I would wish for, for us all to get along, for my dad to be “wished away to the cornfield,” and for us all to be happy. I could say the same for humanity I suppose.
Dreamt I was helping my sis pack up her stuff for her move overseas, out of the U.S. It was like a big packing party at her work, with everyone leaving, and all the employees were happy, drinking and eating Mexican food as they packed, chatting and mixing, but the corporate types from down south who suddenly materialized, started sectioning off gates and restricting access in and out. I had a big, white plastic bag I was working on that was going to fit my brother-in-law’s clothes, but my sis came up and said, “Oh no leave them for him to pack. He is very fussy about his clothes.” I don’t know why this would happen in the context of a work party but dreams are not always logical
I had a weird dream last night. Rarely do I remember my dreams, particularly this year.
There was a big fat, long, light tan coloured snake in my backyard. It was eating a possum alive. The poor thing was sitting there looking very sad and in a state of shock. Snakes don’t eat pray this way. It was very cruel. I did not know what to do and again looked out my window and the snake had devoured the possum as it had a big bulge in its stomach. I later thought I could have got the vet to come and put the poor possum to sleep rather than allow this snake to continue eating it alive. Next thing I know the snake is in my kitchen trying to get into the cupboard under the sink and then it was out on the front porch. I was born in the year of the snake and the snakes we get in the area are usually red bellies and diamond pythons. All very weird.
Next thing I know I’m in the paddock where my horse and ponies live. There was a crowd of people on the property, particuarly down the back having like a local meeting against people wanting to carve up the 5 acre lots (which the current owner wants to do) in order to make alot of money. However, local council and the courts have placed a 10 year ban on rezoning and development in the area. Next thing I know my horse that died last year came galloping down the hill in her blue winter rug and her mother and the rest of the herd followed at a more leisurely pace. I quickly took her rug off as it was getting warm. Being the social butteryfly as she was she started mingling with the people. Then I find myself sitting with two Pakistan women. They were very nice and we were getting on very well and seemed to connect. They said I should go to Pakistan with them one day as the country side is very beautiful and I said no way would I go to Pakistan. Next I find myself at their house as a dinner guest. I was relieved that there was no lamb waiting to be slaughtered as I am a vegetarian. They served vegetarian food which was very thoughtful of them.
Next thing I know I’m driving from Harbord where I do yoga to Manly where I use to do yoga. I don’t know why I would be driving to the Ashram as I have no intention of going back as I found my teacher to be a creepy, narcisstic charlatan. Then I woke up.
I also had a dream about 18 months to two years ago. Before I fell asleep I was trying to decide whether to fly Virgin or Qantas on a trip I was planning up north. In the dream a Qantas plane nose-dived into the ocean close to a small beach up the coast. On impact the plane broke into many pieces which landed on the beach.
Denise mentioned this year something about not desiring to travel out of the States. I have been experiencing the same thing this year. As much as I would love to travel again overseas I have lost all desire to ever leave my country (possibly ever again) and happy to have the memories of my 3 month travel adventure 21 years ago to the UK, Europe, Egypt and the Greek Islands.
Forgot to mention: When the two Pakistan women suggested I go to Pakistan with them I felt my mind kick in as I was in a light sleep state. I got paranoid that if I went to Pakistan with them they would hold me hostage.
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Hullo again, I do not post often on here, but feel I should post a warning. I had been getting persistant psychic flashes of a large earthquake in Japan, for several weeks. But as usual, the dates are usually impossible. All I knew was that it was this year. Now I have been getting, for a couple of weeks, the same premonition on the American West coast. I think it’s Los Angles. Very bad, on a scale like that of yesterday’s Japan disaster. Likewise, this year. Massive loss of life, and a govermental response that was better than when hurricane katrina hit Luisiana, but not by much. Awful scenes of people not helping each other, but fighting over the last bits of food in vandelized and looted supermarkets, etc. Massive casualties. The Mayor and his men are useless, basicly. I would consider, if I could, moving over the hill, and inland. Tsunami’s, yes. LA is very flat, in places.
I am posting as it’s better to do that, than not, and comments from others who are picking this up are welcomed.
Regards
Buddhadreamer.
For the last three weeks I’ve been having trouble falling asleep. Normally I am out like a light as soon as my head hits the pillow. Also, I am waking up very early ie 3 to 4 am whereupon I am in this kind of fully conscience light sleep state which leads to dreaming. Once I get up, whatever I was dreaming about disappears. All very weird and I hope it all passes soon. I feel like I am off the planet from sleep deprivation. Anyway, a friend of mine who works at a health food /herbal medicine shop is finding many customers are walking in with the very same complaint.
Thank you, buddhadreamer, for your post. Turns out you were very timely about Japan. I grew up in L.A. and have felt for a while we are going to get another EQ soon. I have warned my family to stock up on essentials, for what it is worth. And @ Carol, I have had trouble sleeping the past few months as well, waking up at 4:00, like you, and I usually sleep like a rock.
This dream was 3 weeks ago – dreamt I was some Sigourney Weaver type (far taller, older and stronger looking than I am — I was with my husband (a dream husband, no idea who this guy is). We were both on an island or near one ona remote base – -for the U.S. gov, I think, but not anywhere near the mainland. It seemed permanent twilight, like dreamworlds often do. There were other reasearchers there, mostly male. I remember that the set-up of the room we were living in was odd – the bedroom with the hangers not sized properly (too small) and the previous occupant had constucted U.S. style closets with a hanger rail, or tried to. We slept in separate beds – his bed had multi functions. In the middle of th enight one night I went to his side because he was restless. He did not want to be comforted and seemed upset and troubled about something. I went back to bed and when I woke, he was gone and an alarm was sounding on the base. I dressed quickly and saw the Colonel/top officer looking upset. In th edistance I could see my husband, running, being hunted. They captured him and when he came close I could see his top was shredded and he had lacerations. His skin looked red. The colonel said,
“I told you to stay away from there! You disobeyed orders!”
My husband said, “There are no men. They experiment on them. They get rid of them.”
“I don’t care. We are not here to mix with their politics or how they do things. We are here for ——— ”
What it was, I don’t remember. Who the people were, I don’t know. My “dream husband” had an accomplice and they had attempted some sort of break-in. I just remember thinking that the “people” we were working with were not human, and that is why nothing looked right in our room, as if they did not know much about human bodies, or did not have them.
Two weeks ago, dreamt I was at a stadium, in China, with various men from L.A. – all Jewish. We were comparing notes on why we were here, and discussing the people we worked with. We were at some sort of modeling show and had to be careful because there was a killer on the loose. It is muddled now, but there was a house involved too.
Another random celebrity dream – this one two weeks ago. I was traveling on a train, not in the U.S., overnight, and Bill Murray of all people was with me, except the Bill Murray of the late 70′s on SNL. He had a big mustache, and was wearing this black string vest, those fishnet style ones you used to see Jersey guys wear ages back, with black trousers. He was bragging the vest cost him $50.00 at an Italian boutique.
Also 2 weeks ago — dreamt I was at an expat’s house in China, with a work colleague I don’t really know or trust. Someone approaches me about doing photography – pays well- but it is revealed to be some way to get to my son, some form of white slavery. I tell the guy I am not interested. This is one of several dreams I have had set in Asia in the past month where people & places are not what they seem – -themes of betrayal, false fronts, lies.
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First of all, have any of you not been sleeping well or waking up before your alarm? I used to sleep like the dead but now regularly get up at 6:30 at the latest.
About the dream–I was in a house with my son that had not been used in a while. We had moved in and had been there a few weeks. It Had high white ceilings with heavy wooden beams running through them. The house felt like it could have been in California, but we weren’t, I don’t think. My som did not like it in the house so much and kept pointing to the ceiling, saying, “there’s spiders there.” I would look up, see nothing, and say, “There are no spiders there, sweetie.” This went on for several nights, me putting him to bed, him pointing at the ceiling, me seeing nothing, until one day the house seemed to shift. It LOOKED different, as if I could see through the mask it had worn. It seemed extra grubby — unclean — and not very friendly. When I put my son to bed that night, I looked up and could see webs on either side of the wooden beams on the ceiling with spiders of all fantastical shapes, sizes, and colors. There must have been at least 100 of them running the length of the beam. I moved my son into a safe place, got a can or RAID and a broom and started a massive clearout. My son had this look on his face like, “See, I told you.”
The next scene was the following day and we were having a massive clearout from the house, just purging it of all this junky furniture that now I could see — purple Lucite tables, really ugly, old packing boxes. The place was connected to my younger brother somehow, I don’t know why.
When I woke up it seemed clear to me that this dream symbolized my workplace and my overall current environment. That it was veiled and now I see it for how it really is, which is not so fun.
Juno, I hope you don’t mind me asking but is Juno a boy name or a girl name?
Also just remembered that I went for the RAID and a broom, but I do not remember actually killing any of the spiders, as if that was not the point — it was more that I needed to SEE them, that they were not the problem so much as pointing me to what the problem was.
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Hi Juno,
I’m still waking up early but not as often thank goodnesss. I actually got up at 5:30am one morning which is very out of the norm for me. On Saturday afternoons I like to have a good nap and finding this difficult to do of late. All very strange. Do you know if any of the radiation from Japan has reached the East Coast of Australia?
Hi Carol,
Juno is a “girl” name — a Roman goddess name that sounded neutral. My sis lives in Australia and she says that they have had no radiation down there that is measurable, whatever that means.
Juno is a female name — Roman goddess
About Australia, I don’t know…
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I had a wonderful dream last evening about a black momma panther.
The black panther resided on a chicken farm, (that was situated on many acres of land), and was taken care of by a lady who owned the farm. The panther was very sweet and loving. I spent a lot of time with her, stroking her fur along her back and walking around with her.
The black panther was pregnant and soon to have little cubs running around. The lady who owned the farm (where the momma panther lived), was going to give me one of the baby panthers to have for my very own.
With my adoption of one of the baby panthers, this farm lady was going to help me through the process of acquiring the correct paper work and establishing a good, safe home area (with land), where I would be able to provide for my new baby cub and ensure its safety and happiness.
It was a wonderful dream. I was so excited. I began looking at propery (a perfect home) for my new little cub.
Before I woke up however, I went back to spend time with the Momma panther again. It was night time and I did not turn the lights on, so as not to disturb her sleep. She was a little startled when she heard me at first and was about to attack, however, I was not afraid, she quickly realized it was me, (as I knew she would), and she calmed down and let me hang out next to her. She gave me a great sense of calm and peacefulness.
Had yet another spider dream. These ones were big — about an inch at the body — , of a uniform size, and some were very pale. They were hanging from their threads in 3 or four neat little rows. I opened up what seemed like a massive armoire with no back to it, and they fanned down their threads, away from me, into a connecting garage that I did not know was there. I got rid of them all, went to check on my parents who were looking very old and frail, and for some reason were sleeping in the room connected to the garage that was knocked down in the 80′s. They were ok. Next scene I am in a tiny kitchen and my sis is freaking out because she spots another one – very pale. I pick up the first thing I see, a cardboard toilet roll thingie, and kill it, but the tip of my right index finger gets pricked somehow. My sis says, “Get to the hospital. Your son is too important..” My son was not even in the dream, but these spider dreams are not making much sense to me.
Fragments only — several co-workers & I staying at a hotel for a conference — they were headed off for a run, and I was trying to catch up, as I still had stuff to drop off. One waited; the rest bailed.
Dreamt I was living in a month-to-month rental in either downtown L.A. or NYC with my son. Went away for a few days at the end of the month to check on my parents, who were not well, and the apt. manager had cleared out all my stuff and it had been refurbished in 40′s period clothes and furniture, like for a movie. This same manager had a theme park nearby, and weeks before he had been left in charge of a baby that he neglected and who had subsequently died — I had found the baby – a little 6 month old girl.
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I had a dream about 6 months ago that my sister, who at the time was 3 months pregnant, was going to have a baby boy on July 4th. In my dream I was at the hospital holding him and asked her what day it was, and asked his name too but unfortunately I didn’t remember what she said his name was, but knew it started with a J…. anyhow, she did have her boy, Joseph Anthony, on July 4th (three days ago)! Oh, and with her first child I dreampt that we (the baby, who was a toddler in my dream) were at the park playing. She never finds out the gender of her baby’s. I knew the weight and gender for her first, and her second I knew he was going to be a boy (because of my dreams, and this last one was the best one, a boy on July 4th…. Please will someone help me to have more dreams like these. My sister isn’t having any more babies
I do remember a few other dreams I’ve had that have come true but don’t know how to have MORE 
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OH, we did end up playing in the park (her first born and I), it was like Deja vu.. and I told her “this was my DREAM” on the day it happened!
So everytime she is pregnant, I dream what she is having and sometimes a little more and it comes TRUE…. :0
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Hi, Buddha Dreamer here.
I posted recently, and outlined what I thought was happening over the next 12 months….none of it good. But the path I saw has now really begun to happen. The market crisis has started, and by September, as I said, people will realize how serious it is. I saw the market crisis, and didn’t want to post it plainly, but now I think I have to be plainer about the rest of the year. The problems over next Winter, which I rated as very serious, are definitely going to happen. Just about an overwhelming national weather emergency in USA, and very bad almost everywhere else in the Northern Hemisphere.
I am still predicting the market crisis will result in very serious problems in November, and that by December, America is in a huge financial crisis, at the level of the states, with some almost bankrupt, and only technically solvent, and deeply in debt. The Federal Government is in a financial corner, and the dysfunctional politics of Washington will have got worse.
But the big crisis is next year, in the middle east. the problem of Israel, which has been smoldering, will break out and mesh with the widespread protests and uprising elsewhere. There is the very greatest danger that next year, the Israeli’s will attack Iran, in a “Gulf of Tonkin” type incident, and dragging in America. This will be a huge crisis for the US, and Israel. Technically, they have the advantage, but it will be used to strike at Iran in something like a giant raid, with super-weapons and air strikes, plus special forces. There will be no big ground invasion. But the Iranians have a plan to attack ans strike back with huge numbers of ground troops, rolling into Afghanistan, and Iraq, and parts of the Gulf, like Bahrain. The outcome is a stalemate, of sorts, but very humiliating for America, and with huge casualties. Israel will be hated, for the huge numbers killed in Iran.
I do see, after this, swarms of planes bringing back the American troops, to the homeland. There, they will be urgently needed.
Next year will be the final historic turning point for the America of today. It will emerge seriously changed, and in a way hated by almost everyone in America.
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Thanks, Buddha Dreamer, for your 2 recent posts. Depressing, but better to be forewarned. My dreams tend towards the personal like the majority, and recently they involve damage to my body. Yesterday morning I dreamt my left thumb had been cut in half, it was work related, and I was calmly trying to reattach it and not succeeding. Bizarre. Don’t remember the rest.
I had a dream last night that I was ina tall building in a big city like Chicago with other people including a mother with her baby. The baby kept saying “ellen, Ellen” and pointing to the sky. We all looked out the window and there was a huge red plant–very large–everyone could see– about to crash into earth. The planet had writing on it and looked like a map. I saw the building across the street fall down. I ran into the other room where my children were to be with them. The next scene, I walked out of the building with others “teachers”. Our building was not touched but all around us had been destroyed from a large earthquake. We could see the street by us had sunk in. We speculated that this was the Madrid Fault. I kept telling people that Jesus wants us to get ready for the next dimension.
More dreams with body damage – this was at some place that seemed like an amusement park at first, but seemed more like a factory once inside – very dark interiors, all greys and bluish grey. We were being directed to go onto a particular ride that was like Jonah entering the mouth of the whale, but ahead I saw stacks of people, hanging from strings by their torsos, but that is all they had – heads and torsos, nothing below – except for tubes filled with blood and fluids. Elsewhere in the park they were coming out “whole” and looked human after being “processed”. Those of us that were intact saw this knew we were caught in some sort of factory/machine for processing, so we looked for a way out. The mood was like a Kafka story crossed with Lang’s Metropolis.
I had a dream a few weeks ago. In my dream it was day-time. A loud horn sounded across the sky. Moments later the sky went dark as in night-time. The sound of the horn was unfamiliar.
@ Michelle – isn’t there some sort of comet called Elin that may be in Earth’s orbit soon? Ellen/Elin sounds the same @ buddhadreamer- what you see mentions the political fallout, which will be huge, but what credence do you give, if any, to David Sereda and his theories on the galactic core?
I have been reading much about the planet Niiuru and I think it is the same thing as comet Elenin. After googling David Sereda (explaining a consciousness shift on this planet, new dimension and DNA upgrade ), is exactly what my dream indicated. Very soon I feel.
Hi, Buddha Dreamer here again.
Sometimes, when you are waiting to drift off to sleep, you can get brief hallucinations of visions, like images flashed on a screen, for a few seconds. Sometimes you recognize the location, sometimes you realize its not just in another part of the planet, but in the future, as well.
A few nights ago, I was thinking about the Israeli situation, when a seafront scene of Tel Aviv at night flashed in front of Me. Very modernistic, and stylish, interesting building designs, etc. So at some date in the future, the City is still there. But Hiroshoma was rebuilt from a total ruin…..so I did not read a lot into it. But I have been getting a very clear set of ideas from doing meditation/psychic viewing, about Israel. They are very interesting. It’s actually tearing itself apart. The general population are very mad at the elite, and protesting, but the elite are stuck in a total self-deluding trap about events. they think that if they can stick it out, things in the middle east will go back to “Normal”. Nope. The new States emerging from the old dictatorships are going to be very different. They are a huge threat to the existing power elite in Israel. Not a military threat, but an ideas threat. The old elite have run out of options and ideas for dealing with the situation they find themselves in. They simply do not know what to do. Ominously, I think, from the short flashes I am getting, that they will settle for a war, tp reset the situation to normal. Whatever that is. Next year will be very frightening…..
I had a dream about the date September 25, 2011.
Michelle,
21-22 September: Perfect alignment between Earth, Elenin and Venus.
26,27,28 September: Elenin will pass between the Earth and the Sun for 3 days.
27 September: Perfect alignment between Elenin, Earth, Sun
Carol,
Thanks. I feel that something major is happening in the cosmos. The media is surely not covering this
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Hi,
I think everyone is feeling, in a strange way, that something is going to happen soon. Sort of foreboding, like there will be some kind of severe crisis that will overrun the Western countries,,,etc. Very strange.
Buddha dreamer.
Buddha Dreamer,
I agree with you, almost like the lull before the storm. I feel very strongly that things must change in order for mankind to progress into the Aquarian Age. People must learn to be more loving and accepting of others if we hope to transition quietly into the next chapter of humanity.
@ Carol, your mention of the horn sounding in the sky, and its unfamiliar sound, made me think of Gabriel’s trumpet (biblical) and also Odin/Herne the Hunter (pagan) but that would be, as legend goes, in the Yule season leading up to the 12th NIght. The hunt will not lack for quarry.
Another “instruction” dream where I was listening to a 60ish guy who vaguely resembled Noam Chomsky in his academic manner, grey hair, side part and glasses (these dreams always figure older men and women, none of whom I actually know). The dream started where I was teaching a bog-standard lesson to 18-year olds and 10 minutes in, noticed there was this man seated between two students, taking notes on my lecture. I had not seen him come in. He had just materialized. After the lesson was over, he approached me and showed me his form and my “marks” – very good to excellent – but the criteria were strange, with sections on things like empathy and spiritual focus, like no evaluation form I have ever seen before. Several sections were not scored and I asked why. He said he could not evaluate me on these at the present. I said, “Well, can I have in-house training?” “No, that is not what you need. You have learned what you need to here and now you will go __________” I WISH I could remember the instructions he gave me, but I never do, just that i am given them. Does anyone else get these instruction dreams? I have had them on and off as long as I can remember.
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Hi,
Buddha Dreamer here again.
I just re-read my August post on here, about various predictions, and the danger of a “Gulf of Tonkin” type incident triggering off, eventually, an attack by Israel and the USA on Iran.
Well, now the “Tonkin incident” has happened, with the so-called plot to blow up the embassies in Washington, complete with Mexican drug cartels.
Since 85% of the terrorists tried in America seem to be the result of FBI financed and organized “Stings” (plenty on the net about this) then sadly, looks like this is the “Incident”. Well, be warned. I am seeing “Other incidents”, much worse than this, in the near future, this Winter, leading up to a war situation being whipped up.
What I’m clearly getting is that “They” will keep trying, until something breaks, and there is a real “Terrorist incident” that enrages Americans. Look for something like a mass bomb attack on a couple of very large shopping malls, or a stadium during a baseball game. Or a massacre of Americans in Afghanistan.(I get that these are not soldiers, but officials of some kind.)
That’s the trigger. by the way, the Mexicans involved in the recent case have surprisingly close links to the USA. Ultimately, America’s last foreign war starts and originates in the USA.
At the moment, like lots of other people, I am getting this awful, persistent, brooding atmosphere, like that just before a huge electrical storm, and it just does not go away. Some days, it’s so bad, i have to just crash out on the Sofa and doze.
I think I am picking up the future “death waves” from the coming war. I do see lots of big things happening in Afghanistan, when it starts, not just in Iran. Clashes between Iranian and American forces, etc.
Pakistan will be at war with America, in all but name.
Comments, from anyone?
Thanks
Buddha Dreamer.
You got it Buddha Dreamer. Another false flag operation to start another war. Obama is doing what he is told. And you are right about Mexico too. Who and why in the US governement would want to ship truck loads of military rifles to the biggest drug cartel in Mexico? Are people in the US government in the illiegal drug business too? Google operation fast and furious. If I were psychic I would be thinking about that.
From: Buddha Dreamer.
Thanks Barry, for the understanding. As a scientist, (Day job) when I’m not involved in this stuff, The Quantum model of the universe looks ever more weird, but true.So the future I pick up on, as do others with the “Gift” is the most obvious outcome of events. but things can change, sometimes for almost nothing. (Example: if it had been raining that day, in Dallas, Texas, as the president’s motorcade swept past the book depository, then he would have been in a closed car……….no assassination. Tiny things can change whole future worlds. But quantum physics works both ways. The past effects the future, but strangely, the future can also effect the past. How weird is that?…..sometimes, we even get warnings……so what I said is very possible, but until it happens, uncertain. Very uncertain.So let us hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.
Best regards
Buddha Dreamer.
I don’t understand it very well but I know Quantum physics and string theory point to what the mystics of the past have said. It may be a future scientist and not a theologian that proves there is a Supreme Being. Fascinating stuff.
Had my bday a few days ago and dreamt about an American farmer, from the 1930′s it looked. He was angry with his daughter – blond, short hair, about 13, overalls, looked like a tomboy but very pretty – because she was no longer co-operating with him. ANother scene shift made it clear she was angry about the incest, which had gone on for a year or so. Very disturbing dream.
Buddhadreamer wrote: “At the moment, like lots of other people, I am getting this awful, persistent, brooding atmosphere, like that just before a huge electrical storm, and it just does not go away. Some days, it’s so bad, i have to just crash out on the Sofa and doze…”
Yes, same here, for the past month at least – absolutely wiped. I just want to burrow under a duvet. I also had a dream that I was asleep back home in California, and that the bed was shaking violently — like how I was woken up back in ’94 with the Northridge quake — but when I woke up for real and I was still here on the other side of the globe.
Hi Everyone,
My horse is 32 today (11:11:11). She was diagnosed with Cushing’s Syndrome 10 years ago so it is quite a miracle the old girl has made it to this milestone.
I’m telling anyone who will listen today that she is 32 etc as I am feeling quite chuffed about it all. I even rang the vet this morning and told him his most important patient is 32 today.
Have a wonderful 11:11:11 everyone.
After 28 years together, my horse passed away peacefully on 9 January 2012 of Lymphoma, aged 32.
Buddha dreamer here, again.
I want to share a strange event: I have been brooding these last few days, about the situation in the Middle East, which is going from bad to worse, re Israel and the Syrians, and Iranians. I have been following the news and online sources very carefully, and doing some meditation about it all. So I came to a conclusion today, which is that the Syrians are going to be hit by an Israeli major strike fairly soon, and also there will be a strike on Southern Lebanon. This will collapse the Syrian regime, and the Israeli’s are trying to wipe out Syria’s missile strength, and that of the Hezbollah in Lebanon, which directly threatens them, in Israel, before they attack Iran, in the Spring of next year. An hour later, my phone rang. It was a friend, a UN official, who had just returned from a nightmare trip around the Middle East and Africa. He was very ill, and could barely talk. But he wanted to phone me, he said,and warn me: “The war in the Middle East would be in March….against Iran”. This was now almost certain. The Americans wanted the Western oil fields. I put the phone down.Coincidence? or what? strange.
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Buddha Dreamer here again,
pondering Our fate.After the recent holidays, the World is being bit sluggish, and tired, but is sort of gearing up for 2012. On the eve of the new Year, and the new World that comes from it, I see things that both frighten me, and show signs of hope. Something has changed, I think, in Our Human World, in the last month. A financial catastrophe was narrowly averted, during the recent Euro crisis, by a huge, behind the scenes, international effort, of Governments, treasuries, etc, all frantically shoring up the bulkheads on the sinking global ship.For the moment, the water has stopped rising, but the lull is temporary. It will renew in the new year. The outcome, however, may be less disastrous than thought.
We are all going to be in or a very tough time, over the next couple of years. But by a tight squeak, we narrowly avoid mass disaster. The World will go on, somewhat battered, but people are going to be even more angered.
So here are my thoughts for 2012.
First, No Maya-type world catastrophe. But very hard times. The international financial crisis, of our Global economy, in which Americans are deeply interconnected, will continue. it will get worse, in some places, and ease up a little in others.
In America, hardship is going to get even tougher, for many Americans. The numbers surviving on food stamps and unemployment benefits are going to continue to soar, and the jobs market will continue to fail to expand to pick up the poor and lift them up a little.
The popular anger is going to split America in two, socially and politically, left and right, the authorities versus the people, Repugs versus genuine Democrats. The Feds will start flexing some tough muscle, and using the new laws recently passed to suppress any kind of Public display of anger and protest at what is happening to America.
This will lead to steadily increasing outbreaks of violence, which will be random, “Postal” type violence based on sheer rage, and without much politics in it. But something more sinister will also happen. For the first time, the protests in America will turn deeply violent. The Feds have taken a decision to suppress any further significant protests, in conjunction with various US States, so the situation will turn nasty. in absolute numbers, not that many people will die, from this, in 2012. Less than from 911. But the thing will start with the deaths of protesters, and then reprisals from protester linked people. I see ex-veterans involved, and highly disciplined and organized. There will be political assassinations and bombings, and people will be very frightened of events. In the middle of all this, expect some weather emergencies again, like the huge floods in the mid-west and big American rivers, and strange weather that freaks people out a lot. There will be serious crop failures with regards to Wheat, and inflation is going to jack up the price of food a lot. The American economy will continue to fail to recover, and more bank troubles to be expected.
By the time of the Election, (which will be very, very close, and disputed, and lead to violence) America will feel it’s going through a tough,violent, semi-broke phase with real anger at the authorities. The election will be seriously marred by violence, from both left, and right. It will solve nothing, no matter who gets elected. The Federal Government will essentially be unable to Govern. There will be a real political split and real political hatred, and America will polarize even more than it has.
Obama is the narrow victor, at the moment, in the polls, but I cannot emphasise enough,how close and suspicious, the outcome will be. The republicans are going to be split, right down the middle. The “official” candidate will not be wanted by most Repugs. There is an excellent chance that Ron Paul may do something very unusual, and run against the official candidate. This will split the vote, by about 20% in Paul’s favour, if this happens. I do not see Paul getting elected. The official Repug candidate will be mired in problems. This is going to be the nastiest American election, ever. The outcome will be clearly uncertain in the presidential voting.
The other issue, is the looming 2012 war. This had been scheduled for March, and in the middle east. It will now be in a large state of flux, with Western intent still there, but other nations and forces opposing it. The Chinese, for the first time, will flex their international political muscles, and intervene. They will not really do this militarily, in the Gulf, although there will be incidents. But they will cash with the West, at sea there. They will support, via Russia, the Iranians. This is going to be military and economic support. The American military now do not want this war, but the isreali’s will trigger it, just for their own needs, without any concern for the effect on America, whatsoever. This will become a major row during the election. The mass of the American people will finally wake up, and see that they have been betrayed and used by the Israeli’s, and they will add their protest to that of many others, elsewhere, during the election.
The end of the War, by Xmas 2012, will be a sort of stalemate. but it will continue, at the level of terrorism, and counter-violence, for several years afterwards.
Was on an express bus – one I thought would stop – but it was headed all the way to D.C., where I wanted to go. I do not remember the passengers but we all seemed to be headed to a rally or something. I was happy because I thought I would have to transfer and take a train. I sat near the front and talked to the driver when I noticed the bus seemed able to actually “catch air” and fly over massive washed out sections of road repeatedly. He joked that the bus had a great suspension system, but it really seemed to be magical. I have never been to D.C. in real life.
Hullo Denise
Times change. The future is not fixed. Sometimes, i see events, then I see that there are alternatives, to them, in the future.
So, lots of meditation, and divination, and surprise, some things popped out. In the Middle East, it seems that the war is ever closer, but some other things have started to happen. I did a lot of scrying on Israel. Now there was something!…it seems, that a huge row is developing inside the Country, at high level, about what to do. It is not now completely decided, or fixed. One is that they go down the previous path, and destruction. The other is that they take the alternative path, and narrowly avoid their present fate. it is not yet fixed. A tarot spread series spelt out a story of arguments, of the ordinary people of the country being angry about things, and almost the possibility of massive internal opposition to the war happening, this Spring.
This in turn, is having an effect, on the events, and the high level arguments. So: Israel now has two paths to the future. Whatever happens, it is at a cross road. The country will set it’s path now, for as long as it exists.
What I do see, is that there will be a huge change in Israel this year. it will simply not be the same country anymore, afterwards. it is absolutely on the edge of a precipice now, but will survive, but the government will become really nasty and even more right wing, and is moving almost towards a dictatorship, down one path. On the other path, it’s almost like a peace revolution, huge popular pressures, to avoid the war. Very confused. But after this year, the country will never be the same.
in Iran, the leadership is in turmoil. Some of the ayatollahs are utterly against war, because of both the dangers, and the theological arguments forbidding it. They are fighting th political leadership, who are moving towards a war they think they must now fight or go under. A very prominent leader, (religious) is in turmoil, and does not know what to decide. It is literally, a war for men’s souls. huge rows, behind the scenes, but in deeply private meetings. perhaps four men, shall decide the future there. One will fall, one will rise. It is not decided, merely delayed. Like in israel, there is he fork in the road. At the moment, it is full of bad omens, but there is still justtime to prevent the war. I do not think the Iranians will strike first.
What I do get, is that Obama will make a disasterous decision. Soon, this year. The outcome for America, will be disasterous.
Peace: BuddhaDreamer
Hello again all – anyone else having bizarro dreams with the Sun/Pluto aspect? I have been in purging mode, and have been sick to boot. I had a nap today for two hours, and when chatting with my sister later in the afternoon, she brought up, quite randomly, the topic of an order of nuns that runs a retreat house near her home. I them remembered I had had a dream about nuns while I was napping and had totally forgotten until my sis brought up the topic. In the dream, I was chatting with someone who was showing me old black and white photos from the 1920′s or 1930′s, from L.A.. One of them was a candid shot of a group of nuns with some female students from a local women’s Catholic university – a university I happened to attend in my actual waking life about 20 years ago. I looked closely at the photo, saying to the friend, “Hey this is my alma mater, and there I am.” I pointed to a woman in the photo and the strange thing was, she was not one of the students, but one of the nuns!
Hi Juno . . . I have been dreaming a lot lately and feeling very tired, seedy and nauseous upon waking in the morning as well. However, I can’t remember my dreams at the moment except the ones of my late horses. Take care . . . Carol
Hullo Buddha Dreamer here again
Well, some things have come up. I was looking at my predictions last year about this year in the states. The weather ones have sort of come true, with the big tornado event, but I do get that the worst is worst is yet to come. Summer will be tough, as will the Hurricane season. A big one, very big, hits the mainland this year. Bigger than the Orleans one. heat waves n the mid-west, drought, then torrential rains.
Likewise, On Iran, I said one leader will fall, one will rise. This is now in the Iran election results. The Present President is now definitely on the way out.
My hunch that something was changing about the date of the war, likewise. looks like Obama read the riot act to the Israeli leader Natanyahu. But the war is not cancelled. I do feel it is only delayed. I think late August, or closer to the Election. But still at the moment going to happen. The new, more powerful group in Iran, will sideline the President, and are engaged in furious discussions about their strategic plans for the war, if they are attacked.
In Afghanistan, more trouble. The Americans are now engaged in deep semi-secret talks with the Taliban, to see if there is a way to settle, and get out. Nope. The Taliban are now debating whether or not to do a Vietnam style “Tet offensive” which will inflict terrific blows on the American troops there. This is to force the US to make peace on Taliban terms. If they do it, it will not have the effect they want, but will be very bad for the troops on the ground. people in America will want an end to what they see as an un-winnable situation.
My thoughts are with the troops, who do not want to be there, or die there.
Hey Buddha Dreamer,
Good to hear from you. I agree – the troops are at a very low morale in A-stan already, witness the increasing number of soldiers just flipping out. My cousins in the service are very glad to be out of that region.
As for weather, I know that earthquakes are notoriously difficult to predict, but the West Coast earthquakes seem to be delayed indefinitely. I thought there would be more of a knock-on effect last year after Japan, but nothing happened aside from very small ones, which are quite common.
Hi, Buddha Dreamer here again….
My dreams are going through a very powerful phase right now…….
They seem ultra-real. Had one the other night, where the Mexican drug Cartels had seen the American government using the FBI and DEA to fly aircraft spy Drones along the American border, trying to catch drug people. Just like in the middle east.
So they decided to make drones of their own, and were using these to fly their drugs into the States, landing on remote roads out in the boonies, miles from the border…..the DEA got furious, but there was nothing they could do about it……Weird.