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This afternoon I had a dream. Monday January 11, 2015 11:55AM.
I dreamed I was trimming this large bush with several branches that were over eight inches in diameter. I couldn’t get to the thin branches on the backside of it, so I hopped up on an unpainted weathered wood fence. There was a four inch ledge, so I was walking along it.
When a young woman who was my neighbor walked out and began to speak, she insisted I get off her fence. I told her that I wasn’t convinced it was her fence, and I asked her to prove it to me by showing me paperwork proving her claim. She then said she was calling the police. I told her to go ahead! She began to dial.
I think thought, here I am trying to help this woman by trimming this bush, and all she could do was call the cheese. I looked over to my left, and noticed that there was a very large branch six or seven inches in diameter. I know this branch was going to cause her trouble, but said nothing because she insisted on attacking me. The large branch was the Muslim Nation.
The fence ledge was dividing life and death. I knew if I didn’t trim the bush now, it would be too late, for Winter was coming. Then I awoke.We always remember Krishna. Everyday, He used to play with in Vrndavana? Is He ever going to come back to Vrndavana to see us again? Has He forgotten us? We always remember Krishna.
Every day, we pick flowers from the forest and sew them into garlands. When He does not come, we are very disappointed and just sit there and cry.
Harry Potter Dream. Jan 17, 2015. Also on Jan 20th, several days later, Jeff dreamed of our 250 year old oak tree was covered in leaves again, even though it’s Winter time right now, he dreamed that it fell over completely.
Harry Potter Dream: Malphoid was in the dream. He was older–about 52. He was walking us up in this Castle that spiraled up to heaven. The castle was made of stone. It spiraled to the sky. Malpoid’s hair was a mess, and he was holding a large sword. It was about five feed long. He was waking up all the wicked ones by smashing their beds with this sword. It was a rude awakening.
The sword smashed the beds into bits, and it hit only inches from the sleepers. The person was 100% awake after the sword struck the bed. We were trapped with Malphoid, and dare not try to stop him. One of us turned him around and pulled out a single strand of his hair. He knew that he might be destroyed and so he agreed that we take a sample of his DNA through his hair follicle. He didn’t seem to mind that we extracted it. Harry Potter then shows up flying on his broomstick right up the center of the castle swinging a spiked flail.
He was swinging it wildly smashing these arched wood doors lining the castle wall. As the doors would smash, they would release the prisoners being held in a thick clear liquid that was intended to preserve the occupant forever. The liquid would come pouring out, and its imprisoned occupant would violently emerge gasping for air for they were in a deep deep state of sleep. The wicked ones were being awakened by Malphoid, and the good people were being awakened by Harry at the same time.
If Malphoid would have caught Potter, it would have meant his death. I knew it was serious when Doloris Umbridge, (who played an evil sadistic teacher of the dark arts in the actual movie) came jolting out of the freshly smashed door while standing there in her pink outfit completely soaked to the bone. When she saw what had happened to her, she was fuming.
Now that the wicked ones below awakened by Malphoid had to face the good people awakened by Harry Potter, the wicked ones knew that they didn’t have a prayer.
What does this dream mean? Listen to me. In today’s world, both the wicked and good people are being rudely awakened to a world that has seen this controversial wickedness, but it’s new to us, plus we have 7.4 supposed billion people on the alleged planet who all think they’re right–no matter what they are doing...while some of us are waking up, many of us are choosing to stay asleep. It’s up to us to stop these wicked ones, or they will take control, and we don’t want that, do we?
MOUNTAIN CLIMBING DREAM: This dream happened on January, 14, 2016.
I was mountain climbing with eight other people. Two were Chinese. We were climbing up a very steep solid ice wall with ice picks. One of the climbers lost his footing, and slid about twenty-four feet down the icy slope, but then he stopped. I now was viewing this from across the ravine. The Chinese man continued sliding down further. His wife went after him.
Next, they were all slipping and sliding down the mountain’s face. At the bottom was a final cliff that had a deadly end. At the bottom of this circular cliff were other climbers who had made it down another way. Suddenly, all the climbers were sliding over the edge of this deadly cliff.
I knew that none would survive. I turned to my left and went for help. Strangely, the ice was breaking up and melting along my path. It almost seemed to transform into Spring-time. There was a farm house, to my surprise, on the right. I thought the farmers were going to shoot me, but they began telling me about how regularly this happened.
As we were talking, three military helicopters flew by overhead. I know that they were here for me, but I said nothing to the farmer and his wife. The three helicopters turned into twenty. They began dropping small canisters the size of a small can of ABS pipe glue. They had attached small parachutes, and were falling everywhere.
They must have dropped several hundred of these canisters attached to small parachutes that immediately began to smoke when they hit the ground deploying smoke that would put us all to sleep.
People began hitting the ground succumbing to the poison of the smoking agent being released. I was in a place where I was able to escape before the gas put me to sleep too. Then, there were military troops everywhere!
I knew that I needed to lay low until they were gone for another six hours, but that would not be easy for they had heat-detecting gun that would reveal any heat signature in the area. I wanted one of those reflective thermal blankets hikers use, but I had to make due with some aluminum foil on my head like in the movie “Signs.” I hid behind these twenty foot solid steel containers, and I waited and hoped they would leave me wondering if I would make it with them.
God gave me a vision. There was of a large tree. It looked like an Oak Tree. Suddenly, it was cut to a stump. The stump was then hollowed out. Then light blasted from inside the hollow stump. The sky then came filled with light. A white dove began descending directly down into the stump… into the light shining from this hollowed out stump. That concluded this vision.
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This dream of the “Natzi-like” regime POLYMER scientist happened on 3/8/2016 (Larry’s birthday.) 7:16AM.
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This afternoon, I had a dream. Today is April 2, 2016. 1:44PM.
It began in a gymnasium. It was a upscale gathering with stars and important people. I was with two or three women. They were already at the food bar. Some waiters and waitresses were literally carrying a waiter to to a strange room in the back that no one ever wanted to work.
He wasn’t going to die, but nevertheless, he was panicked about being taken to the room. The gym was filled with large round tables. They were round, and only a few diners were sitting around them.
It was early. I got up to get some salad–as the main food was not out yet. There were so many salad bars! There was every kind of salad, but none looked appetizing except there was some fruit salad, except the fruit was cut in huge pieces, and there were only small to medium sized plates out.
I tried to get the help of one of the salad waiters, he bar attending the salad bars. They were all wearing light purple Izod-like shirts. There were a lot of them, yet they would not pay me any attention. I was irritated, so I went back by the fruit salad bar, and I asked a Mexican low-end worker.
He was wearing all white dirty busboy clothing. I think his job was to collect the dirty dishes off the tables, and then take them back to the back area. I asked him for a large plate. He took me back to the back kitchen. He seemed a little too happy to direct me back there–like he had some devious motive.
He told me, in a suspicious way, to go right after I went through the swinging doors. I went through, and the doors ended up turning into an elevator that had open doors on both sides. I stepped through, and ended up stepping into another dimension. I knew I was fucked.
The wood on the floor became layered like some geometric layered blurred warp. That only lasted for about three seconds. Then I stepped down. I squeezed through this staircase that was so narrow, I practically had to crawl. There was a man embedded in the wall. He wasn’t exactly human, but he wasn’t dangerous.
He immediately said, in a pleased but anticlimactic, elongated, and monotone voice, “I see we have the King, how did you get here?” I knew I would never leave this place. I told him the dish washer guy told me I could get a large plate in here. He said, “Oh, that’s a good one. I’ll have to remember that.”
I looked up and there was a dining room where mundane, fat, white-trash diners were dining forever. I would be with them now, and there was no escape. There was no death. We couldn’t die. We could only mundanely dine together forever.
This dream from God on May 2, 2016 Take the White Pill or Starve to Death.
The first was a dream where I was on Earth. Everything was normal or usual, except that a group of people who achieved political power were giving us all until the stroke of twelve to take these small white pills. One each. We had until midnight. If we didn’t take it before the strike of midnight, the new Natzi-like rulers would not feed us ever.
We also had the option of putting the little white pill in a little plastic box and sign our name to the left of the box on a ledger. The Natzis didn’t seem to care if we did this or not. However, if we chose to ignore their offer, there would be no way to purchase food, so essentially, you would starve to death.
Some of my friends thought that they could take care of their selves, and decided to ignore the new ruling power’s offer. We were all sitting in an empty restaurant or school gym. There wasn’t much in there except a few dining booths and a pay telephone. I waited until four seconds before the second hand struck twelve, and I took the pill. I planned on taking it the whole time. I just wanted to see what happened.
Some of my friends decided not to take up the offer of the Natzis. They had no chance. Not a prayer. I thought that starving to death sounded terrible. I’m glad I obeyed the State.
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This dream happened yesterday May 5, 2016 around 11:15A.M.
This dream the Earth was breaking apart. Something went wrong with the gravity of the world. The Earth was listing like a sinking ship, and rocks and boulders were beginning to fall sideways along the planet’s surface. So, if you were outside, you had a good chance of getting killed by one of these low-gravity land-slides that were traveling along the Earth’s surface like some video game. I went to my sister’s house for a final family gathering.
I don’t know where Larry was. He may have been killed, or he may have gone to see his brother Ted. After all, this was the last few hours any of us had. We would all be dead in a few hours.
At my sister’s I went outside, and it was a beautiful sunny day. There were some small to medium-size hills in the near distance. The Earth began to shift again. This time some boulders and small rocks were heading right for us! The rocks seemed to move slowly, but in reality, they were moving more like meteoroids. They didn’t hit me, so I went for a ride. People were still doing things they normally did. There wasn’t much else to do.
I was on the freeway. There was an off-white VW Bus to the right of me. We were all moving very slow–like during rush hour, but it wasn’t rush hour. There was a young man driving the Bus. He was in his late 20’s to mid 30’s. He looked kind of like a beach bum. For some reason, I didn’t think that it was strange that he was driving a rare car like that, but I did think it was a little touching that he had his zebra with him. It was an older kind of beat up zebra just standing there in the Bus.
Strange.
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Dream of The Lion’s change. May 6, 2016. 11:00A.M.
In this dream, I was going camping for the first time with my two friends in the forest. We had a lead Scout. He was in his mid 50’s, and he wished us well as we bicycled into the forest without provisions.
It was dark, and the forest started right across the street from complexes just past a grassy area about thirty feet wide. There were wood fold-up chairs in rows on the grass, because there was going to be a speaker in the park that next day. We headed into the park.
We had to slide out bikes under this abandoned truck that was blocking the path. My buddies slid right under. I began to inch my way under (bicycle first) to get to the other side. There was a problem, though. There was a rather large lion twelve feet from the truck. He was just waking up from right next to the path. We woke him up!
He was moving slowly at first, then he began to attack me while I was beneath the vehicle. He was clawing and clawing at me. My friends were petrified, and they did nothing (cowards.) I can’t say I blame them! He didn’t get me. He retreated back onto the path.
There was a little straw under his left paw. It was on fire, and he was trying to put it out. This gave me an idea! I would burn the whole forest to the ground, if I were going to die this way. Why not take the forest with me? So, I grabbed my cheap, light-green, plastic lighter and set some more straw on fire. The entire forest was now on fire. We were all fleeing from the flames.
Beside me, animals completely covered in flames were leaping out of the woods trying to escape. As I was making my way across the park, I told my friend that I would tell the Scout Master everything about what I did. I kept walking, suddenly… the lion jumped into the tree. He had transformed into a she, and now was no longer dangerous.
We went our separate ways.
I was mountain climbing with eight other people. Two were Chinese. We were climbing up a very steep solid ice wall with ice picks. One of the climbers lost his footing, and slid about twenty-four feet down the icy slope, but then he stopped. I now was viewing this from across the ravine. The Chinese man continued sliding down further. His wife went after him.
Next, they were all slipping and sliding down the mountain’s face. At the bottom was a final cliff that had a deadly end. At the bottom of this circular cliff were other climbers who had made it down another way. Suddenly, all the climbers were sliding over the edge of this deadly cliff.
I knew that none would survive. I turned to my left and went for help. Strangely, the ice was breaking up and melting along my path. It almost seemed to transform into Spring-time. There was a farm house, to my surprise, on the right. I thought the farmers were going to shoot me, but they began telling me about how regularly this happened.
As we were talking, three military helicopters flew by overhead. I know that they were here for me, but I said nothing to the farmer and his wife. The three helicopters turned into twenty. They began dropping small canisters the size of a small can of ABS pipe glue. They had attached small parachutes, and were falling everywhere.
They must have dropped several hundred of these canisters attached to small parachutes that immediately began to smoke when they hit the ground deploying smoke that would put us all to sleep.
People began hitting the ground succumbing to the poison of the smoking agent being released. I was in a place where I was able to escape before the gas put me to sleep too. Then, there were military troops everywhere!
I knew that I needed to lay low until they were gone for another six hours, but that would not be easy for they had heat-detecting gun that would reveal any heat signature in the area. I wanted one of those reflective thermal blankets hikers use, but I had to make due with some aluminum foil on my head like in the movie “Signs.” I hid behind these twenty foot solid steel containers, and I waited and hoped they would leave me wondering if I would make it with them.
God gave me a vision. There was of a large tree. It looked like an Oak Tree. Suddenly, it was cut to a stump. The stump was then hollowed out. Then light blasted from inside the hollow stump. The sky then came filled with light. A white dove began descending directly down into the stump… into the light shining from this hollowed out stump. That concluded this vision.
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This dream of the “Natzi-like” regime POLYMER scientist happened on 3/8/2016 (Larry’s birthday.) 7:16AM.
The dream began with a man and a woman in a hot tub in a dark room. Someone put a movie on from the projector room above. The picture covered the wall behind the two. The movie was of their death in that very room they were hot tubbing in, because the scientist in the hot tub had discovered a way to coat the wires of a machine with a new polymer based crystal. The Natziesque people soon realized that the two were down there as they peered through the small projector room windows.
In the video, the two scientists were drowned floating in the water that filled the room they were in. They knew that the evil scientists would be there soon, and they needed to get out. Next, the polymer scientist was unconscious, and water was filling the now locked room–just like in the movie they were watching on the wall. She was trying to revive the man, because the room was filling up fast! As he sat unconscious in a chair by a large round table, the woman was now riding one of those hydro-propelled fire hoses that have two steps like a pogo stick.
She was trying and trying to wake the man. It wasn’t working, though. As she rode this propelled fire hose that was itself filling the room with the water that would eventually kill them, she began kicking the man on his shoulders and head in a futile attempt to wake him. She then shot up to the second floor in the building, and when she hit the stairs, she was dead–just like in the movie she and her male scientist companion were previously watching in that very room!
The room continued to fill with water; leaving the two to bob lifelessly–like a pair of human fishing lures.
In the video, the two scientists were drowned floating in the water that filled the room they were in. They knew that the evil scientists would be there soon, and they needed to get out. Next, the polymer scientist was unconscious, and water was filling the now locked room–just like in the movie they were watching on the wall. She was trying to revive the man, because the room was filling up fast! As he sat unconscious in a chair by a large round table, the woman was now riding one of those hydro-propelled fire hoses that have two steps like a pogo stick.
She was trying and trying to wake the man. It wasn’t working, though. As she rode this propelled fire hose that was itself filling the room with the water that would eventually kill them, she began kicking the man on his shoulders and head in a futile attempt to wake him. She then shot up to the second floor in the building, and when she hit the stairs, she was dead–just like in the movie she and her male scientist companion were previously watching in that very room!
The room continued to fill with water; leaving the two to bob lifelessly–like a pair of human fishing lures.
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This afternoon, I had a dream. Today is April 2, 2016. 1:44PM.
It began in a gymnasium. It was a upscale gathering with stars and important people. I was with two or three women. They were already at the food bar. Some waiters and waitresses were literally carrying a waiter to to a strange room in the back that no one ever wanted to work.
He wasn’t going to die, but nevertheless, he was panicked about being taken to the room. The gym was filled with large round tables. They were round, and only a few diners were sitting around them.
It was early. I got up to get some salad–as the main food was not out yet. There were so many salad bars! There was every kind of salad, but none looked appetizing except there was some fruit salad, except the fruit was cut in huge pieces, and there were only small to medium sized plates out.
I tried to get the help of one of the salad waiters, he bar attending the salad bars. They were all wearing light purple Izod-like shirts. There were a lot of them, yet they would not pay me any attention. I was irritated, so I went back by the fruit salad bar, and I asked a Mexican low-end worker.
He was wearing all white dirty busboy clothing. I think his job was to collect the dirty dishes off the tables, and then take them back to the back area. I asked him for a large plate. He took me back to the back kitchen. He seemed a little too happy to direct me back there–like he had some devious motive.
He told me, in a suspicious way, to go right after I went through the swinging doors. I went through, and the doors ended up turning into an elevator that had open doors on both sides. I stepped through, and ended up stepping into another dimension. I knew I was fucked.
The wood on the floor became layered like some geometric layered blurred warp. That only lasted for about three seconds. Then I stepped down. I squeezed through this staircase that was so narrow, I practically had to crawl. There was a man embedded in the wall. He wasn’t exactly human, but he wasn’t dangerous.
He immediately said, in a pleased but anticlimactic, elongated, and monotone voice, “I see we have the King, how did you get here?” I knew I would never leave this place. I told him the dish washer guy told me I could get a large plate in here. He said, “Oh, that’s a good one. I’ll have to remember that.”
I looked up and there was a dining room where mundane, fat, white-trash diners were dining forever. I would be with them now, and there was no escape. There was no death. We couldn’t die. We could only mundanely dine together forever.
This dream from God on May 2, 2016 Take the White Pill or Starve to Death.
The first was a dream where I was on Earth. Everything was normal or usual, except that a group of people who achieved political power were giving us all until the stroke of twelve to take these small white pills. One each. We had until midnight. If we didn’t take it before the strike of midnight, the new Natzi-like rulers would not feed us ever.
We also had the option of putting the little white pill in a little plastic box and sign our name to the left of the box on a ledger. The Natzis didn’t seem to care if we did this or not. However, if we chose to ignore their offer, there would be no way to purchase food, so essentially, you would starve to death.
Some of my friends thought that they could take care of their selves, and decided to ignore the new ruling power’s offer. We were all sitting in an empty restaurant or school gym. There wasn’t much in there except a few dining booths and a pay telephone. I waited until four seconds before the second hand struck twelve, and I took the pill. I planned on taking it the whole time. I just wanted to see what happened.
Some of my friends decided not to take up the offer of the Natzis. They had no chance. Not a prayer. I thought that starving to death sounded terrible. I’m glad I obeyed the State.
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This dream happened yesterday May 5, 2016 around 11:15A.M.
This dream the Earth was breaking apart. Something went wrong with the gravity of the world. The Earth was listing like a sinking ship, and rocks and boulders were beginning to fall sideways along the planet’s surface. So, if you were outside, you had a good chance of getting killed by one of these low-gravity land-slides that were traveling along the Earth’s surface like some video game. I went to my sister’s house for a final family gathering.
I don’t know where Larry was. He may have been killed, or he may have gone to see his brother Ted. After all, this was the last few hours any of us had. We would all be dead in a few hours.
At my sister’s I went outside, and it was a beautiful sunny day. There were some small to medium-size hills in the near distance. The Earth began to shift again. This time some boulders and small rocks were heading right for us! The rocks seemed to move slowly, but in reality, they were moving more like meteoroids. They didn’t hit me, so I went for a ride. People were still doing things they normally did. There wasn’t much else to do.
I was on the freeway. There was an off-white VW Bus to the right of me. We were all moving very slow–like during rush hour, but it wasn’t rush hour. There was a young man driving the Bus. He was in his late 20’s to mid 30’s. He looked kind of like a beach bum. For some reason, I didn’t think that it was strange that he was driving a rare car like that, but I did think it was a little touching that he had his zebra with him. It was an older kind of beat up zebra just standing there in the Bus.
Strange.
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Dream of The Lion’s change. May 6, 2016. 11:00A.M.
In this dream, I was going camping for the first time with my two friends in the forest. We had a lead Scout. He was in his mid 50’s, and he wished us well as we bicycled into the forest without provisions.
It was dark, and the forest started right across the street from complexes just past a grassy area about thirty feet wide. There were wood fold-up chairs in rows on the grass, because there was going to be a speaker in the park that next day. We headed into the park.
We had to slide out bikes under this abandoned truck that was blocking the path. My buddies slid right under. I began to inch my way under (bicycle first) to get to the other side. There was a problem, though. There was a rather large lion twelve feet from the truck. He was just waking up from right next to the path. We woke him up!
He was moving slowly at first, then he began to attack me while I was beneath the vehicle. He was clawing and clawing at me. My friends were petrified, and they did nothing (cowards.) I can’t say I blame them! He didn’t get me. He retreated back onto the path.
There was a little straw under his left paw. It was on fire, and he was trying to put it out. This gave me an idea! I would burn the whole forest to the ground, if I were going to die this way. Why not take the forest with me? So, I grabbed my cheap, light-green, plastic lighter and set some more straw on fire. The entire forest was now on fire. We were all fleeing from the flames.
Beside me, animals completely covered in flames were leaping out of the woods trying to escape. As I was making my way across the park, I told my friend that I would tell the Scout Master everything about what I did. I kept walking, suddenly… the lion jumped into the tree. He had transformed into a she, and now was no longer dangerous.
We went our separate ways.
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