Dreams March 2020

Dreams: March 2020

March 4

In a caravan crossing the mountains. Lots of robbers and crooks around. Damp, wet climate. Feels like Asia.

Wet, windy climate blows a young boy off a rock, injuring him.

In China in a restrictive environment.
I give a token to a girl. Can I buy one of the foil post-cards? No.

My son D. riding an animal; first a pig, then a goat, then long-necked animal.He has broken his nose and it’s bleeding.
Blood is on the neck of the animal.(When I wake up my nose is sore.)

March 7, 2020

I meet two aliens dressed all in red, with hoods. I do not see their faces.

They are showing me devices attached to their hands. It seems to be some kind of communication device. It is red, like their robes and looks like a flat disc with rounded pole in the middle, like the tool you use in air hockey.

They seem to be telling me about their exquisite sense of smell. It is more limited than humans but also more acute. Their noses have tiny cones inside that sense smells. They expose me to four sample aromas, but they all smell the same to me.

March 9, 2020

Me and others are trying to start an IV. The letters TOUCH appear.
There is a certain formula that has to be used, but not sure what it is.

March 10

Working as a nurse. Night shift; difficulty dispensing medications.
Too many visitors. I examine discarded patient food.
Disgusting plastic bags with half eaten food.

March 12

At a picnic table at my house. We are having a party. Friend MP seated across from me. I ask,
“Do you want some eggs?” “Sunny side up or scrambled?” People sleeping in chairs after the party. There’s only a little food around but I find a loaf of raisin bread up in the cabinet.

March 13.

At a park. Cannot decide if I am there for Waymarking (internet game) pictures or for metal detecting. I see a lot of statues and icons, so I go for the Waymarking pictures.

Looking up old friend from earthquake prediction group. No one in that apartment. These two really retarded guys grab my attention and won’t stop talking with me, but I finally extract myself.

March 15

In school, taking a test.
I feel unprepared and running out of time. There are 4 large problems to solve and an essay question at the end.

March 19

Gang of tough guys looking to beat me up.

March 20.

Two old, fat ladies, trying to be sexy. One has a man who turns out to be John Kennedy.

March 21.

I see models of multi-atom molecules. The idea comes to me that we should hit them with a laser. The laser should enhance some property, maybe in the return to the stable state when the laser is removed.

The word “mono-filament” comes to mind, as if it will produce a very strong fiber.

I’m outside near a park complex watching amateur sport games. One of the games is archery and a fellow has shot an arrow up in the air as part of practice. He says it should come down any second, so I take cover under a building eave. The arrow comes down a few hundred feet away on a hill side.

I decide to continue watching the archery competition. As it begins, several players are running near me. I am suddenly hit by the side of an errant arrow. I yell at them that they should be more careful. To my surprise, a short younger woman yells back at me to stay out of their way. I’m considering complaining to their organizer.

March 22.

In a class; all adults.
Someone is explaining and demonstrating three lobes of the brain, and a smaller portion at the base of each of them called the “pixie.” I think there’s going to be a test on this. But then, there are two people with small stringed instruments in the class. One has what looks like a regular ukulele, while the other on has a fancy electronic version. They start playing and before too long the whole class is singing.

March 23.

On top of a high tower. Looking down, some man has either jumped from the tower and died or was hit by a car. I hang my camera over the edge to get pictures and video of officials working the scene.

Waking download: I should start a web page with videos explaining the spiritual significance of the current coronavirus situation.

I see a very beautiful French woman. Her face is exquisite. Another woman comes in to a stage setting with her. The second woman is not as pretty but has huge boobs. A man is putting her on the stage to do a striptease. I feel the first woman is real beauty and the second is just a tempting seductress.

I’m at work at a new job. Around a conference table. Most of the workers are young white males in their mid-20s. I want to fit in and not make a fool of myself. Some of the men and one of their hanger-on girlfriends take a break into a back room. The men are doing a simple Irish dance and they are planning to pee onto a tree; a form of male bonding I guess. The female feels uncomfortable and leaves. Not sure I want to be part of it either, but there is a slight peer pressure to fit in for work purposes.

March 24

In a group of men, part of some kind of club. As we get back to the club-house they undergo a silly ritual of resetting the clock on the entrance door. It’s a long, senseless process. People write notes about doing away with this unnecessary ritual. They write their notes on the side of a plastic bag. I write my opinion too, but being in a hurry and an awkward position, my handwriting is unclear. Another note above mine says the same thing; to abolish the practice. I use the bag to fill it with trash. It’s mostly food-related garbage. Now there are two bags of garbage. I wake up thinking the garbage refers to my eating habits, eating too much junk food.

March 29 (?)

I’m writing a novel. I see all the characters in the novel and I am reviewing their motivations, to prepare for the text. I see paths in the grass. I feel these are the paths that the different characters will be taking in the novel and how some of their paths cross. It seem to be an exercise in envisioning a complex web of interactions between the characters.

March 30 (?)

I’m an electrician. I’m given an assignment to put a new circuit into the wall of a building. I hike up the hill to the building. It’s like putting in a new fuse box or something. A new electrical line.

On waking I feel this is related to the spiritual videos that I have been watching at night which tell of mankind being upgraded to “5D” awakening.

Author: spiri896

I guess I think of myself as an Aquarian, having always resonated to the song words "This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius!" I always felt I was just visiting this planet and just recently heard the term Starseed, which seems to resonate. I am a student of A Course in Miracles and The Urantia Book, among others. I feel in 2020, symbolic of clear vision, that we are entering the End Times, where the New Earth is emerging.

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