"Communism for California" west coast riots from 2006 dream (update: streaming hive mind dream)

Heh, just came home to find this bumped. Thanks, guys.

I was just trying to remember a dream I had a couple days ago.

The Demise of the US Economy - October 23, 2021

I don't remember the surrounding circumstances in the dream, but someone in the dream told me that the US economy will crash in two waves, a year apart. The first crash would take the excess of the wealthy, but not effect the pay-check to pay-check 'poor.' A year later the economy would not only crash but "disappear" or perhaps "change". It seemed be like a timeline that ended where something else began.

Dreaming awake - October 26, 2012

New York will not be destroyed by a tsunami. It will be destroyed by war.

Because of the La Palma volcano and tsunami prophecies (of which there are many!) I’ve been praying and looking through old dreams. My specific question is about New York and the US East coast. I cannot find any dreams that indicate New York or any other east coast city being destroyed by a tsunami.

What I do see in my dreams, as well as in Bible prophecy, is that New York is destroyed by war, fire, and theft. It is “flooded” with soldiers that destroy it, while the merchants of other nations stand afar and weep over the financial loss. Ezekiel 27

I have seen (in dreams) New York after destruction and there is a deep snow and survivors in the subway tunnels. The survivors of New York are the characters in the movie script I wrote, which I talked about on the first page of this thread. I believe the city is bombed and then robbed.

Other than that, as far as La Palma and tsunamis go, the only other dreams I’ve had that might hint at that outcome, are dreams about massive, heavy rains and flooding on the coastline of Europe. I saw the rain pouring out of the sky, not in droplets, but like it was poured from a glass. I dreamed that even as far east as Acre, Israel was under water from this rain.

So, in my opinion, La Palma is not a threat to our East Coast. It may be a prestige, though: a distraction, a camouflage for other plans, or a whirlwind of chaos to cause fear which can be used for many things.

Like I said, it is my opinion. I will let you know if I hear otherwise.

11.20.21 -- Snakes Everywhere

Dreamed last night that there were rattlesnakes everywhere, as if they had been released from some vast storehouse of poisonous snakes. In the dream I was told to stay close, stay alert, and stay in prayer.

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11. 24. 21 - Israeli Missile Silos opening all at once

I think that's what they're called. . . like underground places that hold missiles. On the top there are mounds with doors that open toward the sky. It was the country of Israel.

There was a place, near a small village/town with a large area of ancient ruins, and a big open place with a fence around it that had these mounds-with-doors - hundreds of them. I saw all the doors (or most of them?) open at once. There was a loud siren/horn thing going off too.

there was a credible dream that I read that described Israel bombing a facility in Iran but Israel didn't know that toxic gas weapons were there. The gas killed alot of innocent civilians and the world turned against Israel for it.

This event started a chain reaction economically.

the person was told in the dream that this was the sign of the beginning of world collapse.

OK. I just did a search and found it:

Since I seem to get banned for links, do a search for this line:

"All the world leaders, bankers and globalists were trying to blame Israel for the collapse"

Hoping that you and yours have a fulfilling Christmas and New Year

F

I just read the entire set of dreams again. 7 in total.

many of your dreams coincide with these.

f

Thank you, F, these 7 dreams do seem legit to me and they fill in some possible missing pieces to my puzzle. I couldn't find the original source, if you happen to find her, pls let me know.

I feel like war is about to begin, and has already begun with our (US) pressure on China.

I'm praying for you and your family, and all the "Holy People" Thanking him for the "wings of the Eagle" that will lift us away to the place prepared in the wilderness.

Here is the link to Jazzy's 7 dreams for those of you who may be interested. They are well worth the read:

[link to www.nofearpreps.com (secure)]

(the site seems to be LDS but I don't think Jazzy is, from the way she writes.)

I looked into it further and from what I found, the only origins that I could find are in the links of nofear and the z3.

I was recently told while praying that a war is coming in the winter, and that Germany is relevant, but I have no idea what that means. I seriously doubt that Germany will be directly involved in a war in the near future. Of course, I do not know if it is this winter.

The third week of December could be a moment of great change for the U.S., but I've been wrong before when it comes to dates.

I believe very strongly that the next 'change' will be a war that eventually involves Russia thru the Balkans, U.S. vs Iran, and China takes Taiwan. ...All in the same timeline of maybe 1 yr or less. Then a 'truce'. Then an undetermined time period...then the real WWIII. The U.S. vs Iran war is what I was told in specifics. FF starts it.


thanks for your prayers. Our prayers are with your family as well. The wilderness does call.

About 10 days ago I awoke with a strong impression that I needed to spend the day thanking God for deliverance, and as I prayed, this song just poured out. I was able to record it a few days later. Probably won't leave it up on U-tube long. . .

thank you and

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Posted in January of 2018 ^^^

Game Over - Journey to Freedom - 12-6-21

I had an epic dream a couple nights ago. It was detailed and movie-length. I cannot write it all in one post, so I began writing it in a separate thread here: Thread: Game Over - a Journey to Freedom (story complete)

Synopsis:

Mike works by day cleaning code in a cubicle, and in the evening he goes home to play "The Game" everyone else in the world is playing. He begins to suspect The Game is controlling his real life and decides to try to escape. But escaping a construct he built for himself costs more than he could have guessed. While fighting his own code, Mike discovers an easier route of escape for the friends he hopes will follow.

Dream of Copper People - November 9, 2021


I dreamed I met beings that were of Copper biology. They had come to Earth and some had been told by humans that they should “shine” themselves to look more impressive.

Their original way had been to daily (frequently?) wash themselves with spraying/showering pure water (like rain) and then to carefully dab dry, so as to preserve the oxidization which was valued and slowly accumulated over time.

Mature adults who had kept the washing rituals correctly became turquoise colored in a pattern that was unique to each being. Their hair was curly and thick, but white with golden/copper streaks that increased with time. They looked fantastic. Young beings were mostly white and powdery looking if they kept the washing ritual. Teens developed turquoise spotting that was attractive and wild looking. The fully mature looked like walking gems with varied turquoise colors, bronze matrix, and a deep glow.

Diligence in washing correctly was valued as it resulted in beautiful turquoise skin more quickly.

Modern humanized Copper beings learned to buff and shine themselves and forsook washing altogether. They shined like walking mirrors. You could not tell one from the other, but they were very bright and shining. Unfortunately, when they left washing for shining, they began to develop terrible sores that would spread and become open wounds that stank and looked terrible.

The only way to heal from the wounds was with pure water poured on. It took time, repeated washing, and years to recover the oxidation that had been lost.

Moral to the Dream: Wash, Not Shine.

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i've often pondered the concept of iron based blood. There are a few sea creatures with copper based blood, as you likely know.

now consider how the krebs cycle would work with gold based blood. Archimedis might like looking into that.

nano sized gold purifies air by decomposing organic vapors. Not a theory. I found a japanese patent on this in the 90's. Air passes over a substrate covered in nano-mono films of gold.

my theory is that gold based blood in the right tetra pophyrin structure (like hemoglobin) would oxidize sugars or even H20 with the right catalyst.

not nano sized gold, monotomic gold.

the golden age

the wheels turn, no?

f

From Mr. Archimedes:


While I was washing dishes earlier, I remembered that names and their meanings are very important to you. I'm sorry I forgot about that in naming my Veteran character Frank. I should have put more thought into it.

So, I'm trying to think of a new name that describes the character in my "Game Over" story, and will change that soon.

yes, a metallo-organic replacement. but...not with any 'ormes' that has been presented. As I have said before, after having spent time with Dave Hudson's chemist, they never accomplished anything significant. There are reams of false info on this subject online. It's a deluded cult out there. I realize that normal chemistry would involve an ionic form of gold as we know it but it would be more likely that the "seed of gold" as alchemists would call it would be that 'ion'. It's a stretch to consider. The theory is that all precious metals have the same 'seed'. Consider Christ in the Garden.

"He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no man knoweth saving he that receiveth it."

a change of nature and a change of blood?

the gold would only act as a catalyst. Not as an ion that oxides and reduces. Likely held in suspension within the configuration by "weak nuclear forces."

in reality, this is all just entertainment for us ...to discuss such things. I can say with certainty that only God will reveal such things as well as disallow it's development . The Ego path of the natural man is always vanity.

To let go...yet we won't. Surrender, yet we can't. To be perfect, yet it is seemingly impossible. All the foregoing is predicated upon a change of nature. I'd write a book, but my motivation has fled.

One year ago, on December 14th, I had a dream I felt I was supposed to keep quiet about for a while.

Today, I was reminded to go back and find it and post it here today. To my surprise, I discovered it will be one year tomorrow.

Guest of Honor at the Guillotine Event December 14, 2020

This morning I dreamed I was dressed in floor length dark velvet dress and was being ushered down a red carpet toward a front row seat in an enormous stadium or colosseum with a dais in the middle. It was a nice place, with plush chairs.

The usher was wearing a tuxedo with tails and white moleskin gloves. He led me down to the very front and seated me grandly.

Loud, grand music was playing (it reminded me of Mozart’s Requiem.)

I appeared to be the only person in the “audience” of thousands upon thousands of seats.

On the lighted dais was a large object covered in blue-gray satin.

The satin shroud was pulled and beneath was a large 30 foot tall guillotine. It looked pristine and brand new.

A line of masked or hooded people, also finely dressed as I was, were led one at a time to the guillotine by finely dressed ushers.

One at a time they knelt down, laid their heads upon the block, and the blade fell. Each head rolled into a prepared basket full of loose American cash. The cash soaked up the blood of each head “rolling in the dough.”

The basket was then carried away and a new basket brought for the next beheading.

All the while the music played, and the finery was perfectly splendid.

I was afraid the blood of those executed might splash on me, I was so close. They seemed “dirty” and their blood was “vile” to me. I felt ill at ease with my proximity and awed and repulsed by the event.

Upon waking prayed about the dream and asked:

"What does this dream mean?” and “what am I supposed to do with it?”

The answer was that these people being executed are those who worship money.

I didn’t get a sense of it being literal - or even the deaths being actual deaths - but that the dream was symbolic.

The second question was answered with: “I want you to see it. I want you to have front row seating and see it clearly so that you can record it.

And secondly, I want you to cheer wildly. Not for the deaths or ill fortune of others, but for the marvelous wisdom, justice, and judgment of the Conductor.

As these events unfold, jump to your feet and applaud and cry... "

What I was told to say is not yet called for as this event has not yet happened.

If it does, I'll come back and edit this post.

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I was moving a bunch of old dreams into one folder and found this one recently.

Song of the Firstborn
War Coming - 2008

I dreamed I was at a funeral for the firstborn son of a family I know. He was/is in real life, a very handsome, talented athletic young man still in high school. In the dream the family was grieving and stunned with the loss. It seemed the boy had died in war. The father was saying the Devil did it and calling the Devil names in a pathetic frustrated way. The eldest daughter played the piano and sang a song I gave her about her brother. The song was God speaking through me, to the family, and she was singing it. Somehow this all made perfect sense in the dream. As she sang the song, I saw scenes of the boy running, excelling in education, laughing, handsome and strong. Then dying so suddenly it felt wrong - impossible.
The last phrase, “oh hearken” was (in the dream) a reference to Deuteronomy 28 and the song faded into the warning. I remembered the song quite clearly when I awoke and was able to play and sing it.

Song of the Firstborn
Before he was, then he was known
His first heartbeat, each tiny bone
The God that round him all light shown
Him knew and loved.
The breath of air that filled his lungs
That later filled the song he sung
The awkward step became a run
God knew and loved.
Now weep the fallen and beloved
The moth corrupts, the canker rusts
The firstborn son returns to dust,
Why. . . Oh, why?
So beautiful in form and face
So full of joy and soulish grace
He was the pride of all my race
God knew and loved.
Your fathers have not known my ways
They pay their tithes at some high place
Then carelessly they speak my name
And shun my love.
Now weep the fallen and beloved
The moth corrupts, the canker rusts
The firstborn son returns to dust,
Why. . . Oh, why?
Hearken unto me, hearken unto me, oh, hearken…

Then I heard (still in the dream) a man's voice speaking the words in Deuteronomy 28, although in more modern English.

It is interesting to do a word-study of the name "Ephraim" in the Old Testament. Quite amazing, actually. I use blueletterbible dot org.

This had it's own thread for a little while, but I wanted to add it to the "archives" lol.

How Time Flows - dream from 2007

I was standing in a foaming, turbulent place where two rivers collided. As I looked toward the “upstream” of one river, I was told, “this is the Future.” It had the usual rocks and curving banks of a natural river, with trees on the shoreline, receding into the far distance.

Then I turned around and looked toward the upstream of the river that had been behind me. I was told, “this is the Past.” I was surprised at how identical it was to the Future. This realization made me “zoom out” to look down on the two colliding, opposed rivers. Sure enough, as the Past and Future neared the point of collision, they became virtually identical, each mirroring the other. The further away from the point of collision, the more variation existed.

“This is the Present,” I was told, concerning the turbulent place of collision. Again, I was standing in the foaming water, where the rivers met. I felt they not only collided, but mixed, and poured downward in a waterfall into empty space below me.

As I stood looking upstream of the Future, I saw a griffin flying toward me with a scroll in his mouth. By “Griffin” I mean, a winged lion. It’s paws were in motion as though also running through space. I was unsure if he was delivering the scroll to me, or if the knowledge I was receiving was the scroll. I had no further understanding of this creature in the dream.

I thought to myself, “to time-travel, one must leave the Present and get out of Time, onto the shore, and walk upstream into the Past or the Future, and then re-enter Time/the stream.”

I awoke and drew the image as it was shown to me. Over the years I pondered the meaning of it.

2-10-2022

Just yesterday I was praying and thinking about the idea of Time, changing narratives or Time lines, and this dream came back to my memory, along with a new understanding:

I saw myself leave the Present and step out of Time, to walk into the Future to see what would happen. Having re-entered the stream, I was suddenly in “The Present” again. I became the place where the rivers met, where the water was turbulent and mixed with violent unpredictability. I could not, at that point, see either the Past or the Future. I could only continue living in the new Present, while observing some immediate differences.

Frustrated, I left the stream again, and walked into the Past, thinking I would change an event that had been personally effecting. But, upon having entered the stream at that point in the Past, I once again found myself at the point of turbulent Present, where the Past and the Future collided, indiscernible from one another in their mirroring images.

I saw that one can never change the Future or the Past spontaneously because the Present is too violent. The weight of events in both the Past and the Future colliding and mixing, can not be untangled and changed in that “last minute” of the Present.

Then I was shown that to change the Future, one must begin in the Present with small changes, or possibly big changes of simple perspective. That perspective becomes the banks and the rocks which shape the river of Time.

To keep myself from dying alone and miserable 50 years in the future, today I look at my children differently. I speak to them differently. I teach them the things I want them to know 50 years in the future. I empower them to do the things I’ll need them to do then. I look as far ahead as I can, where I stand in the Present, and I say to myself, in the Future, I hope to be in this sort of situation. . . so, I’ll put that rock over there today. And I’ll shift myself in the river bed of Time a bit so that the water flows around me like so. . .

And in doing so, I change the Past as well. The Past won’t be what it would have been if I had let the rivers collide upon my unwitting Present without any intentionality to be a Director of the flow.

True, I cannot predict the Future’s unexpected storms and rising waters, the tumbling rocks and changing banks. But with daily, persistent choices, I can make some pretty impressive waterways before my time is over.

Thread: How Time Flows, (as I was shown in a dream.)

3-12-22

Married, Widowed, Married, Divorced, Remarried, all to the same Man

I dreamed there was a foolish young woman who married a cruel man.

He was recklessly (drunkenly?) driving a boat and fell overboard. His body was never found and he was eventually, in court, ruled deceased. His death was a great relief to the girl and her family.

The widow inherited whatever they had owned together, much of it was hers originally, I think.

Then, one day, the man shows up, insists he was just joking, and had been "away for a while" but now he wanted his stuff back. A judge ruled all he had to do was re-marry his wife and everything would belong to him again.

She was willing, and put together a small private get-together in a basement apartment. Her parents and brothers were there. No dress, no celebrations. Her mother made a cake, and her parents had filled the frig with food, like cheese, wine, pate, pickles, etc.

The family waited and waited and the groom did not show. At the end of the day when they had given up hope, he appeared, drunken and silent.

The Groom stalked into the house, signed the papers, shoved the ring on his wife's finger, scraped a finger-full of icing off the top of the cake, opened the frig and dumped all of the food into a backpack which he slung over his shoulder and then stalked back out the door and disappeared again.

The girl cried and said miserably to her father, "maybe I should get divorced now. Should I get divorced?"

"It certainly won't be a problem," he assured her. "He showed up after all reasonable waiting, took all the food and everyone's medicine (odd addition), and then ran out on you. But if you divorce him, you should expect him to show up again, acting sorry and wanting you to remarry him."

The bride, rather than being angry at this idea, seemed hopeful. "Then I will have been married, widowed, married, divorced, and remarried - all to the same man!" she laughed, seeming happy with the idea.

I woke in dismay over her stupidity.


In praying about this dream, I felt the interpretation was that the bride represents the loyal American citizen. The groom is the American government system which "died" briefly during/before the American Revolution. It was cruel, but we escaped as a widow for a short period of time, only to recommit to it's selfish theft of all that we owned.

Now we're lamenting it's lack of care, it's corruption and foul play. We find fault with it's theft of our food and medicine and threaten to "divorce" it.

But, Patriot, be ware. . . if your loser "husband" turns and smiles again, promising to be kind and make your dreams come true. . . don't be the fool. Walk away and don't look back.

There is wealth and kindness in your Father's house. You will have to learn to listen and obey again and you will forego your American Dream status, but if you are willing to walk away, there is peace, provision and freedom from abuse.

3-12-22

25$ per Loaf of Bread

I dreamed I bought a loaf of bread with one silver dollar and one quarter. I knew that bills were useless, but that change still had some value. The silver dollar and quarter together equaled $25 dollars, which could buy a loaf of bread.

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I was pleasantly surprised that the war did come this winter. I am still waiting to see how germany gets involved.

Yes, I did think of your statement several months back about war coming in the winter. You were right on. It seems they are trying hard to stir it up and get some hate going. I'm always surprised at how willing people are to fall for the war narrative.

I follow a guy that lives in ukraine so I can have a more factual news source for this 'war' . He is pro-Russia and he keeps repeating that the Russians are fighting the 'nazis'. It appears there is some truth to this, but I haven't taken the time to understand it.

It makes me curious if they actually speak German or? I guess i'll just say what I was told: I was told that the winter war was coming in the German language. I don't speak german, but I got it clear enough to write it down and look it up.

As usual,everything is moving very slowly.

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