Nuclear Jello - 1st Fukushima Dreams

Mar 16, 2011

I was in this dream, it was in a nuclear power plant in what seemed like Japan, because the plant was in that same kind of crisis state...but it was a simulation in a lab somewhere, maybe Russia or Germany. I don't really know where... But we were in this simulation, to find what to do...and we had made this solution, that was like a thick liquid, like a suspension, like amoxicilin suspension that they give to kids? it was that kind of suspension thickness, but it was clear. We poured it over the whole area, and it jelled, and then the leaking radiation, or contamination, or what ever they call it...it was suspended in this jello, and it was not leaking out any more. We did a small test in something the size of a large cup...and I was holding it, walking over to show one of the professors there, and thinking, 'nuclear jello...I wonder if they made it out of cow hooves...' But anyways, whatever they made it out of, it worked...and it worked in the cup, and in the bigger simulated test. ~~~~~~~~~ This is not quite what I dreamt...but they seem to be looking in the right direction... Mar 30, 2011 Test to contain radioactive dust Teams working on the crippled Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant are going to use a synthetic resin to try and prevent radioactive dust from becoming airborne or being washed into the sea. The hydrogen explosions earlier this month at the Number One and Three reactors spread contaminated dust and debris over a wide area. The Tokyo Electric Power Company will begin sprinkling synthetic resin in certain places from Thursday. The resin is water-soluble and it is hoped that it will contain the contaminated dust. TEPCO will use 9000 liters of synthetic resin to produce a 60000 liter solution. It will be sprinkled around the Number four and six reactors using water trucks. TEPCO will study whether the sprinkling prevents the dispersal of radioactive material. If successful, it will expand the scope of the sprinkling. Thursday, March 31, 2011 07:57 +0900 (JST)

Notes on the Mall and Journal

Feb 22, 2011

I don't remember when I started going into this mall place, but I have been going there for years of this time now. Sometimes the whirlpool goes into other places, but alot of times it goes into the mall. I know Nyai has seen the dreams where it goes there. This mall is always the same, every time I go there, and it is solid, and there are other vibrations of this place too. I am not sure if it is a physical vibration place somewhere though, but it seems like it might be. When I go there, I have not found a way to leave there, except to go into sleep, so sometimes I have been there for hours, and hours, and more hours. There is not much to do there, because it is closed, with the chain garage like doors over the shops, and no other people, or alive things, or moving things. There is a big water fountain that is round, with five water parts, but there is no water in it, because the lights and everything are off. And there is a big domed skylight over the fountain there...which is great for singing, because of the sound. And the floor is made from marble stone tiles, that are so close together that the lines inbetween them almost cannot be felt when I run my hand over them. There is a brick wall area, inbetween some of the shops, and by one hallway that goes to a doorway to outdoors, but that is locked too. I did find the utility room there, and went to try and turn on the power, but that didn't work...and Nyai had said that maybe there might be a main switch, because it is more electricity in buildings like that, but maybe sometime I can show him. There are small areas along the middle, where there are some wooden slat benches, and some plants there, and there are some red small carpet things there. The kind with the black rubber edges and backing. There are a few of those areas... And then nearer to the water fountain, over to the left, if the door hallway and the utility room hallway are behind me, which is also where the restrooms are...but to that left there is another area, with some seats and small tables inbetween them, that is shaped like a U...and there are big glass windows there. It looks like it should be in an airport, but there it is in the mall. The floor is really good for running and sliding, when I have socks on. Doing cartwheels and things is fun...it is a good place to dance, and to sing, except there is no music. I have seen part of another vibration of this place though...because sometimes there are shadow people, and in the shadow vibration, everything is open, like the shops, and there are alot of people...they are all just doing regular mall things, and they don't notice me at all. I don't think they know there is other vibrations there. But maybe it is me who is in the shadow vibration, that part I am not sure about. Most of the time I have my blue backpack with me, which is where I keep the other dream journal, so sometimes I read those dreams again while I am there. Because they are not the same dreams I write here. I have gone into sleep alot of times there, and many of those times, I wake back there, instead of here...so then I write those dreams in that book. I like to read through those dreams too, there are some neat ones...and sometimes I have written some other things there, like I write things about meeting Nyai there, and sometimes things we do. I started meditating there, because I kind of run out of things to do.  But I have meditated there so many times now. It is pretty much like meditating here, except I am alone there, and maybe lay down on one of the benches, or on the side of the fountain, or sitting on the floor near the brick wall. Dreaming there, is just like dreaming here too... I didn't know that other people might not dream and meditate in other places like that too, but it seems like something to do... And I didn't know until I was writing about the book in the last few months, that apparently other people don't keep a dream journal in other places either... And sometimes I meditate into a colour while I am there, just like I do while I am here... Alot of things can happen when I go into a colour. And I also do alot of energy work things there too. Mostly, it is not one of my favorite places to go, because as soon as I find myself going there, I get this huge feeling, of, 'oh no!...it's the mall again!'... because I can be there for sooo long.

Energy in Precognition - Elew Notes

Jan 16, 2011

I was going over this yesterday, and talking with Nyai about it some...so I wanted to write it here too.

 

It is about the difference between the global and the individual precognition. But how the energy movement seems to happen...the different focus, is like shifting the vision. This is just something I am noticing while I look back over the states I am in and where the focus is.

 

Maybe it won't come out very clearly, but I will try to say it clearly.

 

Before I was in the dead people dream, I was drawn to the site where these other people were doing the telepathic shared dreaming. Alot of what they are doing is creative writing, and the suspension of disbelief...they each fill in alot of the information, and speak with each other about what will happen in chat, before they go into the dreams...

 

It can still lead to some parts being actually shared lucid dreams...and just for the way that they believe it, that makes it work.

 

I went directly into one girl's dream, seeing from her eyes...but I did not want to go into their telepathic dreaming. It is very fear based, and is alot of roll playing, which I don't do in that way. I would rather actually do the things.

 

So, instead of getting individually involved with their energy...what I did was more indirect.

 

I have gone to this one place in dreaming for as long as I can recall...it is a place with a warm springs pool. And just like here, or anywhere, there are so many different vibrations that can be gone into.

 

They went into the springs too, in their dreaming, and I saw them there, in my dreaming...but they did not see me. I was there in the same vibration as the place itself, and one shifted away slightly, where I could see and feel the movements in the place.

 

They were using the springs, in their dreaming, as a place to go into the water, and let all of the 'negative' energy, and fears, wash away from them.

 

But then those fears are there, pooling and swirling around in the water. I could see them, and feel them.

 

The springs are like that, and shifting the vibration while in the dreaming place, can show other things.

So being in this state where I can see and feel the swirling fears...not from one, or the other...but the collective fears.

 

That is what I was going into, the collective fears, and they go into that energy, and that is where the global fear lives, which is even bigger then the small group of them...but in that shifted state, the global fears can be seen there.

 

The next I knew, I was walking around in the dead people dream.

All I did, was shift the state I was in, moving into the other vibrations of this dreaming place...into the vibrations beyond the individual fears.

But I was able to see it, by begining with their individual fears, oozing off of them into the springs.

 

It is pretty simple, actually...or it seems that way to me. It is like any group. Each individual energy can be seen...or take a step back, and the collective group energy can be seen...then take a big step back, and the global of that same energy vibration can be seen.

 

But it is harder to do it, and not get to interacting directly with the individual energies, or even that particular groups energy.

 

I was just going over it, because I am feeling it again...that feeling of being drawn somewhere, but I don't know why yet. It begins inside, like a bubble...

 

It feels like an insideout Deja feeling...

Black Opal Tree

Elew on Fri Oct 01, 2010 12:53 pm

Most of the time, there are so many dreams, and if I write them they are each like six pages long...so I have to pick which ones to write. There is just too much to write.

I went into sleep around 8:00 am and woke at 12:26 pm central...

There was one dream, I will leave off the first part, and begin where Nyai and I were walking into this other town area. It was the diffuse daylight, and with one long hard packed earth road, as long as the town, and there didn't seem to be other actual roads going off from it. 
As we walked on this road, there was an incline, not quite a hill, but it was going towards a forest area, right at the top of this incline.

We turned off to the right, to a place there where he used to live? and going into the hallway there, it was a wooden floor that was darker wood, like a hardwood floor...and there was a window at the end with a doorway on either side of that...but right under the window, was this really huge old, very old, knarled tree roots...but they were so old, that the growth seemed to meld them together into one trunk that still had the outer shape of where the roots curved over and around each other. 

The skin bark was that very dark brown, looking almost like it must be still damp from being taken out from the earth, but it was dry to touch it, and had been out from the earth for a very long while.

Nyai's place in there, where he had lived before, was to the right, through that door, and he brought me in there to see it. It was a one room place, with the bed over a ways to the right by a window there, and some sort of longer low dresser just inside of the door to the right...and it was just a closet in the wall to the left. It was a largeish room, and had the darkness in it that is relaxing, with the wooden floor and there was not really sheetrock on the walls, or any of those kinds of coverings...it was more of post and beam feeling, but not looking quite that way either. I cannot quite say what the walls were like, because they were cool and dark, with no definition, because they were not really walls.

He was showing me some things he had in there, some stones, and some other things...some things made from fabric, and I just liked the feeling in there. I had been in that feeling of this room, his place, alot of times, and I was telling him what happened when I was feeling this before...and he remembered those happenings...

But we were leaving there, to go into the forest...

And when we stepped out into the hallway again, the guy who lived in the doorway to the left was there. His skin was like the tree's skin, and when he smiled or made an expression, there were deep grooved lines in his face, like the deep groved lines between the root curves...and I knew this was his tree.

He was not there to go into his room, he was leaning/sitting on the tree there, with this chisel in his hand. And where the bumps where the smaller roots had been, he was putting the chisel on them, and when he hit it, a whole diameter circle would flake off, and what was there, right under the skin bark, was the most beautiful opal...it was deep blues and greens, with sparkles of the most vibrant reds and yellows and oranges in it...and it was in a very dark, almost black matrix stone that was so smooth.

But then he started with a big saw, to cut away slabs of the very large root in the front. Inside there was all opal, and it was as big as the inside of this tree...but to see it, when the slabs of this front root had been cut away, the swirls of blues, light blues and dark blues, had the shape of the tree rings when wood is cut...
We were just watching, and I was wondering why he wanted to cut it all apart.

Then he was taking the chisel, and going around the outside edges, like peeling the skin bark off, so that when he took off the next large slab, it would not have the skin bark around the edges.

I leaned down and picked up one of the opal skin bark strips that had fallen onto the floor, wondering that if he didn't want those edges, that maybe he would not mind if I kept one...but then I could feel that he would mind, because he was going to sell them, and even the small bits in this strip would be sold for alot of money, because it was very beautiful opal.

The skin bark strip was soft, and still flexible, because it had just been cut off, and this very big old tree roots, was still alive. I wanted to tell him, 'it is alive, and when you cut off these soft parts, they will get harder in the air...' But I knew he did not notice any of that part, and it would not do any good to try and tell him how he could feel what was this beautiful opal inside of the tree, without cutting it apart...that he could dream with this tree, and see right inside of it...but he just wanted to sell it, like a stone.

I was showing Nyai the skin bark strip, and explaining to him about opals, and how people sell them and buy them because they are beautiful, and they have to cut them apart, because they cannot see inside of them, through the skin bark. And how they make jewelry to wear bits of it on their outside. But we were not speaking with words.

I gave the guy back the skin bark strip, and then he left...and I went over and put my hand on the opal tree, to say goodbye to it, and we left there to go into the forest...

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• Dec 10, 2010

So I went to look for the water content in opals...and there was this black opal, just like the one from the dream place, which was somewhere Nyai was from? and this black opal comes from Nevada...

And the one in the image here... http://webmineral.com/specimens/picshow.php?id=1367&target=Opal

It is where the fossilized tree limb, has been almost all replaced with the black opal...just like the opal tree.

Gorilla and the green water place - this is an older experience

Tuesday, March 20, 2007 8:25 PM

This was sort of serious...It had that not my dream feeling to it, but...

I was standing on something, maybe a wall, or roof.

In front of me, everything was lower, like I was there watching.

There was a 9' deep pool, it did not have a number, I heard it in that way, with a kids shallow pool behind it. The part which separated it was a smooth, curved topped wall, painted like the pool. And the water was green, in the blue pool, but tidal green.

Around it were these buildings, they were maybe connected, in an L shape.

There were some in the shallow pool, and they were, one at a time, sort of rolling over the edge, into the deeper pool. Somehow, someone was telling me about it, a woman, maybe near me. It was some sort of baptizing thing they were doing. It was a place for that. And they were sort of flopping over the side, but they seemed very happy. They were doing it again and again.

Then, from behind the building, there came up a very huge gorilla, as tall as the building, with a jet pack on, and some space like suit of whitish fabric, which was like coveralls.

He came floating up behind the building, and over the top of it. Then jetted over to the top of the L shape roof, to the right. And he sat down on it.

When he did, then he had on this vest instead of the whitish thing, and it was like a crossing guard vest, yellow, with the orange borders and cross stripes. And still the jet pack.

He was watching this, the people, and he crossed his arms, and sort of shook his head. Like he didn't get what they were doing that for. There was a feeling from him, that the pool was something beyond what it was.

I wanted to go up there and touch him, and then I was down on the ground, and this woman was telling me about a girl inside the building.

They were all trying to get her to come out, because they thought that the baptizing thing would make her better, but she would not do it.

And then she did come out, and came over by me, and she seemed like she was about ready to die.

She asked me to take her away from that place. And the people were trying to get her to go into the water.

But it felt like something else. And I looked at the gorilla, and he was just looking at me.

I didn't know what to do, because it felt somehow backwards. It was sort of like, if she did what those people wanted, then she would only seem alive, there, but I knew it wasn't actually alive, somehow.

But then I looked at her and felt it was just about which way? she wanted to go.

I did not know quite what it meant, but I just hugged her, and then something happened, a movement, but I don't recall.

It did not seem like the people even noticed this huge gorilla, sitting on the roof, now that I look back...because they did not stop what they were doing.

The woman telling me things, did not say anything about him either. I did not see her though, she was a voice sort of behind me, I am not even sure which side she was on.

It was the strangest feeling, to be there, and things not seeming how they were. I don't know where it was, but it felt like someplace someone would stay.

That it could be nice, if they did not want to leave, because there was a forgetting about it there.

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Unknown to me, Nyai had gotten a stuffed white gorilla, with a vest on...and he had it at work ;)

Other People's Dreams

I was consciously going into this other persons dream, because they (a group of three dreamers) had asked me to dream with them...Unfortunately, they became frightened when I actually did appear in their dreams, a few different times. They did not understand why I did the things I did...and took them as negative and frightening...and so I was banned from the place they were writing the dreams.

1-18-10

It was more of a regular dream, but I kept slipping back and forth...and it was another moving dream, but I was someone else, and I was moving to another planet?

I don't recall all of it, but there were some things...a baby who only had one foot. So I had made this odd squishy sort of other foot shoe for her. And I had brought it to her mother, where she worked, because I was leaving, to move.

And there was a box, just one small box, and I was putting into it, things to bring with me? It was odd things, and I kept not going, because there was other things I had to put in the box.

There were three little tiny pairs of gold earrings, and two had stones in them. And something like a small stuffed animal, made from sheepskin with the fur. And some little things like that I was putting in the small box.

I was apparently going to ride with this guy who was going there in a truck, not to go with him, but just because he was going there...and I knew him in the dream. He knew these other people...
But then it shifted into my own dreaming...

Here is the other person's dream...

01/18/10 Moving Day (non-lucid)

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I am in a house with my mother, my brother, and my grandmother in a house I didn't recognize. This didn't seem odd to me at all. I heard my mother talking with a man I didn't know. She was talking about boring business stuff so I decided to leave. I knew exactly where to go as if I'd lived there for years. I went out back and pulled the third cabinet on the left side. It actually looked like it shouldn't open. But if done just right… there! It opened and revealed a secret passage. I went in and closed it behind me. I went up a flight of hidden stairs to a hidden room in the attic. There were lots of cool things there. Old antique books, jewelry that looked like it might be worth money. There was also a bed there. I lied down on it a bit until I got bored and finally went back downstairs.

My mom was waiting impatiently for me. She said we had to go now. I asked why. She said our neighbor was a serial killer and he would certainly come for us. I told her about the secret passage leading to the hidden room. I told her we'd be safe there if something happened. He surely didn't. My mother said there wasn't enough time. Everything was already packed and ready to go. I wanted to go get some stuff from the secret room. The jewels at least. Those would be easy to move. Maybe a book or two. I hurried to the secret room against my mother's protests. I grabbed a box and dumped a bunch of jewelry into it. I also tossed in a couple of my more interesting books. I ran downstairs to catch up with them. Everyone was leaving! Leaving without me! I ran after the pickup truck with the last of our stuff. I jumped and flew. I didn't think flying was odd. I was still holding the box out in front of me. There was a man in the back of the pickup. I wanted him to take the box. He refused. He said I was too late, I was out of luck. I was flying after the truck still when everything faded to black and I woke…

False Awakening…

I sat up in my bed. I needed to record the dream. There was plenty of moonlight. Perfect! I could see what I was writing! I pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil and started to write… the pencil broke. Damn! I looked for another writing utensil. I found a pen. Ok. Now where did I put my pad of paper?! Damn! I was going to forget the dream! I looked around and finally found another pad of paper. Good enough. I was about to start writing when Midna came over and wanted attention. I stroked her. She suddenly stepped back and looked intently to a point in the room where I didn't see anything. She arched her back and hissed. What was she looking at? I didn't see anything. She must be seeing something that my human eyes could not see. There was an unseen presence in my room. Midna hissed again. And from Midna's reaction it wasn't friendly. I was considering my options when I woke for real.

The Beaching - Double Precog with Ian

Elew on Tue Sep 14, 2010 11:31 pm

 

I wanted to notice, that this is the first time I have been in a double precognitive event.

Like I noted in the dream writing, it was a double dream. One was not mine, and one was was something bigger.

The one not mine...was from Ian's worm dinner. (Sorry, I cannot post his dream without his consent) Seeing the image he had posted there with his precog of the worm dinner, it triggered my dreaming of it, and then it happened in the way I have these double dreams.

And the bigger part, came in the whoosh when I knew it was more than that. Although it was there even in the beginning, when I saw the pavement, and the sand.

The Dreaming Corner
by Elew on Mon Aug 16, 2010 12:38 pm 

I was walking on the surface, it was pavement and sand...the way double dreams happen...
In both places, it was very bright light...to see it it would be, but then there was the deepness, the translucent darkness all around me.

But in that one step, it crunched...and there were crustaceans, hundreds of them. all around. Like shells of life, empty shells, with the crust on the outside.

I looked down and saw the worm from Ian's dinner, and felt a whoosh of it being more then that...but there were those shells everywhere on that pavement...but on the sand, when I breathed and let my vision shift, it showed they were crustaceans, or empty bodies all over the sand.

I wondered what it was, if there was something like a crustaceans beaching, but it seemed far away...and it felt more like the mass graves were turned insideout...or somehow I was walking through them. With the outsides of the bodies all crusted...and when they were stepped on, then they crumbled, and there was dust inside.

It was a curious feeling, because I have been in the double dreams before, but usually they are either both mine, or one is mine, and the other may be with someone I know.
But this time it felt like one was not mine, and the other was something bigger.

I was not quite there, but I could feel the crunch under my feet, feeling the crusted shells, the thickness of them, like how they were raised up, and when they crumble to step on them.

I didn't want to walk on them, but every step there was more, and I could feel that hollow life echo, all around, it happened with the crunch, and then it became being inside the crunch, after it happened...where the space inside a sound and feeling is bigger then the thing itself.

Tue Sep 14, 12:36 pm ET 

http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_upshot/20 ... -louisiana

Massive fish kill reported in Louisiana

What you see above isn't a rural gravel road. It's a Louisiana waterway, its surface completely covered with dead sea life -- a mishmash of species of fish, crabs, stingray and eel. New Orleans CBS affiliate WWL-TV reports that even a whale was found dead in the area.

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Plaquemines Parish officials have asked state wildlife officials to investigate what they said is a massive fish kill at Bayou Chaland on the west side of the Mississippi River late Friday
http://www.democraticunderground.com/di ... 02x4540495

The dead fish include pogies, redfish, drum, crabs, shrimp and freshwater eel, the parish said.

Plaquemines Parish President Billy Nungesser said he has asked Wildlife & Fisheries for a quick determination of the cause. The parish has also requested testing by the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency and National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration.

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http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread611258/pg1

Here is a picture of the area. Looks like a nice gravel country road doesn't it? 

A closer look shows that this is a canal filled with dead sealife as far as the eye can see.

I have never seen anything like it before. This is a massive amount of dead sea life, I was shocked when I saw the images.

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That is one of the most disturbing pictures I've seen in quite some time. I absolutely thought the first pic was a gravel road until I scrolled down and saw the truth. That's just tragic... 

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I lived in New Orleans and areas south (Plaquemines Parish) for much of my life and while I have seen fish kills both there and in Florida, I have NEVER seen anything like that. I was speechless looking at those photos. 

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I am not sure leaving something like that to nature is great. At least not in that area all at once. If it were only a part of that sure let nature take care of it. However, with that much death there needs to be some sort of clean up involved even if it is just skimming and a mass grave type of thing. Leaving that much death lying around in the water would certainly cause sickness. 

That is just a massive amount of dead fish. I just cannot get over that. Never in my life have I seen anything like that. 

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Situations Seen Beforehand in Dreaming

I wrote these in email to Nyai, so the 'you' in my writing, is him.
Date: Saturday, January 9, 2010, 4:59 PM


It was in a dream...I was in the regular dream, of the thrift shop, and then I stepped out of it. I put the words below after the dream.

It wasn't like this thrift shop, it was about the regular dream...and I was writing somewhere first.

Then it was being in the different thrift shop, which was this thrift shop's dream...the people were there, and acting like the people in this thrift shop, which seems to happen whenever I dream of them. 
The last time, it was in that very very big building, with the steel frame that showed, and the two people who I worked with here, they were there, but I noticed then that they were acting just like at work, and I wondered why they would not be different.

And this time, they were all just like at work there, afraid of being themself, afraid to loose their jobs, and just the whole thing.
So I was there, and brought one girl aside, and was telling her that I had spoken with E, but she was not able to listen, she was too afraid to be seen talking...

So I just gave up on that, and was looking around.

Earlier, I had had the blue backpack with me, the one I had when I came to see you? and then when I was going, I had the orange bag, the one like the army navy one you have, like a duffle/backpack.

But what I had written, it was in the blue backpack. And I was standing there for a moment, and like...'no, I know I didn't go back to get this bag, and I didn't bring the blue backpack out of here. I know it is here somewhere, and that is how things get lost in regular dreams, because they don't notice, and important things just get absorbed into the murk of their dreaming...and they let it happen, just like in those sites.'

I was sort of pissed off at the regular dreamingness, not that it was there, but that it is, and that people would just go along with it. Like what happened with the shadow site, how everyone would just listen to s.

So I let the orange bag dissolve, and went looking for the blue one, because that was a solid one, and it had to be there.

I found it, and someone had stuffed it under something, with the other employees coats and things...so I took it out, and was like, 'no, they probably cannot have that.'
I looked to see if my notebook was in it, and it was...and then I went to this table, where they had different food things, and some other things. But there was one thing, when I reached out my hand to pick up something, this one thing was there in my hand.
It was like a clear quartz, but it had this blue in the centre of it, like the nightlight blue, with some dark in it too...and it was glowing.
It reminded me of the blue light swirl that came from between the dots, and that you had slept with me here, and when I was showing you. And it reminded me of the people in those blue robes, when the monk guys were there, in that other place with the tarot cards.
So I kept the crystal, I put it in my backpack.

Over behind me some, when I turned around to see it, there was a counter that had some fruit and things in a box on the floor. It was filled with dust clumps, and this lady was looking at them, because she was hungry, and she didn't have money to go where they would be more money...but they were all covered in the dust, so I thought of the basket of fruit here, and I made it on that counter...and I took the pear out of it because you like pears, and I said to her that she could have the whole basket of fruit for no money, because it was mine, and they couldn't make her pay for it.

But then I went to the front counter, which was different, to tell the guy at the register that I gave her the fruit, because of how when there is no price, then they take it back...

I was telling him, and this guy to the left of me, he reached over and touched my hair, and he felt goopy heavy...and I just looked at him, and said to not touch me...and he got this smile, and pointed a wood stick thing, like a walking cane, at me, and then he tripped me down and was jabbing it towards me, like he was going to put it through me. It was narrow enough that if it was physical, it could go through someone...and he was smiling, not a happy smile, not joking, but the kind of smile like, when someone likes to hurt people...and I just put my hand on it, to hold it back, and said 'no.'
I stopped the time, like suspended. And I left there.

I found myself an outdoor place, with no people, and there were trees...so I went next to a tree to sit, and I got out the crystal, and was looking at it, and I could feel it.
And the notebook, I was reading some of the things I had written before, and then I wrote something more.

I was seeing the images, when things melt, and it all drips away...and when the people drip away...when everything melts, and it is stepping out of the dream.....because when it happens, and everything becomes surreal.
But I had written the words, 'standing in those silent spaces, watching all the dripping faces...can you see the world go by...' 

But I heard the flute music with it, and your voice, you were singing some lower and some around...

So when I woke here, I sang it, the parts that I did in the dream, or out of the dream.....it isn't what I had heard while awake here, but I will do that too, I just wanted to do what happened. I put the warm hall with it, because that is how it sounded there. 

And what happened...
Date: Sunday, January 10, 2010, 10:41 PM


The one guy in the thrift shop dream, I just went to the grocery store to get juice and things, and when I went to the checkout place, he was there.

He was the same exact person I saw...even the same coat. The same tallness, the same hair, and face, and he had something with the skin around one eye...

This guy didn't touch me though. While I was scanning the things, he just hovered by the next counter watching me....and then when I was done, he was still there watching me. So I suspended time in a physical way, to see what he would do, I stopped and talked about the weather with the lady at the register.

He was sort of walking back and forth, but he didn't leave.

So I went like I was walking to go out the middle door, and as soon as I did, then he started walking next to me, so...I didn't go out, I went ahead to the courtesy counter, and then I turned to look at him. He had paused by the door, still watching me, but when I looked at him there, I let your feeling come around me, like when you are next to me sometimes...and then he left.

I might not have noticed him if I had not seen that, but I did notice him right away.

I still almost felt afraid, because of how he was in the dream, but I could let it almost all go, because I knew that it stopped when I suspended time...but physically, it was your energy around me too. And then I didn't see him outdoors when I left either.

But I knew it was something, because it was out of place from the rest of the dream.

I know that maybe he would not be just like in the dream, how he acted, but I did notice it as, 'if it was physical'...and whether he did or not, I would listen to my dreams, because I felt it. 

Floods & Tunnels - another global experience

burried in tunnels 
2-19-10

It was a fieldish place, but I noticed the humidity there. And I could smell the earth.

It went to this hill, so I went up on it, and was walking along the top side...the place had the dark light in it...and the humid moisture, right down into the earth...There were archway tunnel holes that had been dug into that hill. But most of the ones up top, where I was, they had been filled in with very dark soil earth.

I felt they had been, because that place would fill up with water. But there were newer ones down at the base? that were open.

I felt something behimd me, and stopped quietly, there by one tree, to turn and look? there was another girl there, walking, looking at the earth. She was walking along the top also, and she stopped by one covered in tunnel hole, brushing away some of the soil...and there was a hand/arm there. So I knew people were burried in this hill.

It felt like that was the hand of who she was looking for...

And I was looking, at all the other covered tunnels.

I was wondering, what was in the open tunnels...so going down the side of the hill, and walking along the base there, where the open tunnels were...

Inside of one, there were alive people in there. And I felt for a moment, to tell them that it was not a cozy hang out - that they would be burried in there.

But I guess they had not noticed the other closed up tunnels.

When I went near the opening though, I knew it was not my dream.
No one had seen or heard me, not even the girl on the hill, and I was right next to her.


2-21-2010

FUNCHAL, Madeira Islands – Rescue workers dug frantically Sunday to free cars and homes buried under heaps of caked mud in Madeira, after torrential flash floods and mudslides killed at least 40 people on the popular Portuguese island.

More than 120 others were injured and an unknown number of others were missing, possibly swept away or smothered, authorities said, adding that they expected the death toll to rise.

Heavy rain lashed the island Saturday, turning some streets in capital of Funchal into raging rivers of mud, water and debris. The storm — the worst to hit the island since 1993 — also displaced 250 people.

Cars that had been swept downhill by muddy waters had landed, crumpled, on the rooftops of houses downstream. Rescue teams who had dug out one car from chocolate brown slime were seen working inside it, possibly to recover more bodies.

The death toll "will likely increase, given the circumstances of this flood," regional social services spokesman Francisco Ramos said, adding that there were "great difficulties" in communications.

The flash floods were so powerful they carved their own paths down mountains and through the city, churning under bridges and even tearing some down. Residents had to cling to railings to make sure they weren't swept away. Cars were consumed by the force of the water, and the battered shells of overturned vehicles littered the streets.

Rescue workers wearing helmets helped people cross at some places where the flow of the water wasn't so strong. The water swept even a heavy fire truck downstream, slamming into a tree, while rescuers on inflatable rafts navigated through streets looking for trapped residents.

The weather improved Sunday, making it easier for rescue workers to move around. Still, some roads and bridges were washed away while others were littered with uprooted trees, cars and boulders, all hampering search and rescue efforts.

Global Waves - Haiti Precog

This is rather long, but I included each part that I originally posted, as the events played out. These dates were all time stamped, but I did not realize how soon after the dream it would happen, or how accurate this dead people dream really was, until it began to show...and then it was that eerie non physical liquid wind feeling. The one that washes over from the head downward, and prickles up all the hairs on the neck and arms and back? 

It is obviously a global one.

1-1-10 Dead People Dream

I was on a boat I used to be on sometimes, the Victory II from Cape Cod, but it was not really that boat...

I was on the deck, and I was holding onto the rail, just standing there, watching. I knew it was not my dream. There was a nor'easter, and the waves were so big, the boats top rail was almost going under them, they were washing over the deck...

And all these people were dead bodies. Not just on the boat...for a while I was on shore, and they were all around...and then I was back on the boat, and they were everywhere.

They were in positions, like they were in the middle of doing something, and just died there. And there was a middle area, with the bodies all around, and while I was walking through there, I could smell them even, that smell.
And there were too many bodies for anyone alive still to move them, because there was only a few alive people. And they were not in the same place as me, they didn't even notice me.

I didn't want to stay there, so I went to find the bathroom, (I use them like a portal when I am in other people's dreams) but I was slipping in and out of it some, so when I found it, I was going in to go pee, and there was one alive guy outside the door, so when I went in, I locked it. Not a lock like in house doors, it was one of the little slide locks, because it was a plywood sort of door, with no regular handle...so that was the way to close it and not have it open in the waves.

But when I turned around, in the corner there was a pile of dead people bodies, and there was a sheet over the first part of them, and then more on top of that. And I felt like the people alive still had maybe tried to move them at first, but where could they get put, on a boat?
And the smell...it was so much, in that small space.

But I had to go pee anyways, so I went to, and when I sat down on the toilet there to go pee, then this spider climbed on my leg, and kept touching my leg, like moving it's foot there, and it made me think of someone...

I could feel them, and then looking around this boat, I wondered what it was, and why I was there, because it was someone elses dream. It was this hugest contrast, and it was so huge, that it was almost hard for me to feel all the space inbetween it.
So I started to speak softly to the spider, and it stayed there, it didn't go away...

For a moment then, I was on the deck again, and the waves...and there were two alive girls there. But I was still talking to the spider, because it stayed on my leg...I had a skirt on, so it could.

And then I woke here...but I have not been in a dead people dream for so long. If I was small enough, I would have hugged the little spider.

I will probably be over here with the spider, because I am not so interested in being around all these other people trying to come to some understanding of their fear of death.

I can do it sometimes, and other times, it is too overwhelming. I can feel their fear.


And that is why I left the leaf.

I have been going to the warm water springs since I was small, and I didn't ask for others to come there, but there they were.

Something about these springs, when those oozing fears are left in them, they still get dreamt...



1-6-10

I found myself there. Over to the right, running my fingers over the small leaves around me. And hearing them.

I could feel, someone, more of them...

For a few moments. 'show her where it is'....

I felt the wind inside, and went into it...there was someone I was going with. So I went to find him. 

1-13-10

People pulled bodies from collapsed homes, covering them with sheets by the side of the road. Passersby lifted the sheets to see if a loved one was underneath. Outside a crumbled building the bodies of five children and three adults lay in a pile.

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The president, in his first interview since the earthquake, said the country was destroyed and he believed there were thousands of people dead but was reluctant to provide a number.

"We have to do an evaluation," Préval said, describing the scene as "unimaginable. " 

"Parliament has collapsed. The tax office has collapsed. Schools have collapsed. Hospitals have collapsed," he said. "There are a lot of schools that have a lot of dead people in them." Among those trapped inside the Parliament building but still alive was the president of the Haitian Senate, Kely Bastien.

Préval said he had traveled through several neighborhoods and seen the damage. "All of the hospitals are packed with people. It is a catastrophe, " he said.

According to media reports, survivors were digging through the rubble and stacking bodies along the streets of Port-au-Prince, Haiti's capital, 

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Préval said he has not slept since the earthquake. Other people slept in the streets because they were afraid to sleep in their homes, he said.

"This is a catastrophe, " the first lady, Elisabeth Préval, said. "I'm stepping over dead bodies. A lot of people are buried under buildings. The general hospital has collapsed. We need support. We need help. We need engineers." 


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``Just about all the lights are out in Port-au-Prince, '' he said Tuesday. ``People still screaming but the noise is dying as darkness sets. 

Lots of rumors about which buildings were toppled. The Castel Haiti behind the Oloffson is a pile of rubble. It was eight stories high. Our guests are sitting out in the driveway.''

Women covered in dust crawled from the rubble wailing as others wandered through the streets holding hands. Thousands gathered in public squares late into the night singing hymns. Many gravely injured people still sat in the streets early Wednesday, pleading for doctors. With almost no emergency services to speak of, the survivors had few other options.


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said he was ``sitting in Port-au-Prince watching the mountain crumble.''


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"There are too many people who need help ... We lack equipment, we lack body bags," 

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Death was everywhere in Port-au-Prince. Bodies of tiny children were piled next to schools. Corpses of women lay on the street with stunned expressions frozen on their faces as flies began to gather. Bodies of men were covered with plastic tarps or cotton sheets.


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I'll be going with the little spider.



1-14-10

I don't know anyone there physically. It just gets surreal.


1-15-10



Hard-pressed recovery teams resorted to using bulldozers to transport loads of dead.

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But the silence of the dead otherwise was overwhelming in a city where uncounted bodies littered the streets in the 80-degree heat, and dust-caked arms and legs reached, frozen and lifeless, from the ruins. Outside the General Hospital morgue, hundreds of collected corpses blanketed the parking lot, as the grief-stricken searched among them for loved ones. Brazilian U.N. peacekeepers, key to city security, were trying to organize mass burials.


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Small groups by roadsides could be seen burying dead. Other dust-covered bodies were being dragged down streets, toward hospitals where relatives hoped to leave them. Countless remained unburied, stacked up, children's bodies lying atop mothers, tiny feet poking from blankets. 

The injured, meanwhile, waited for treatment in makeshift holding areas — outside the General Hospital, for example, where the stench from piles of dead, just a few yards (meters) away, wafted over the assembled living. Crews began removing unclaimed bodies with bulldozers, dumping them into trucks, possibly for mass burial.


1-17-10

Waves in the earth, when the earth becomes liquid, is not something I have felt before.

Maybe something else could become apparent.

I saw the plywood door physically yesterday. It is a door to the bathroom, of the one the spider reminded me of. I knew I was trying to leave that dream, and somehow he found me.

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In the sparsely populated wasteland of Titanyen, north of Port-au-Prince, burial workers on Wednesday said the macabre task of handling the never-ending flow of bodies was traumatizing.

"I have seen so many children, so many children. I cannot sleep at night and, if I do, it is a constant nightmare," said Foultone Fequiert, 38, his face covered with a T-shirt against the overwhelming stench.

The dead stick out at all angles from the mass graves — tall mounds of chalky dirt, the limbs of men, women and children frozen together in death. "I received 10,000 bodies yesterday alone," said Fequiert.

Workers say they have no time to give the dead proper religious burials or follow pleas from the international community that bodies be buried in shallow graves from which loved ones might eventually retrieve them.

"We just dump them in, and fill it up," said Luckner Clerzier, 39, who was helping guide trucks to another grave site farther up the road.

An Associated Press reporter counted 15 burial mounds at Clerzier's site, each covering a wide trench cut into the ground some 25 feet deep, and rising 15 feet into the air. At the larger mass grave, where Fequiert toiled, three earth-moving machines cut long trenches into the earth, readying them for more cadavers.

Others struggle to stem the flow of the dead.

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That one was not so fun.
But it shows the sequence very well, how it happens, and how it unfolds in physical ways...