Forum: I Had My First Pandemic Dream III

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Lisa in Southern Maine – at 17:18

JWB - and everyone, Here is an interesting research article about bee venom. I copied the most pertinent part for those who don’t want to read the whole thing, but it’s not long. Maybe monotreme or anon22 or some other fine scientific mind can evaluate it? http://tinyurl.com/qbjey

Next, the team investigated the mechanism of the antiarthritic effect in a murine macrophage cell line and in synoviocytes obtained from RA patients. They showed that bee venom inhibited the generation of inflammation mediators, reducing lipopolysaccharide (LPS)-induced prostaglandin E2 and nitric oxide (NO) production, and they speculate that this is a result of COX-2 inhibition. This inhibitory effect of bee venom is consistent with that shown previously for indomethacin, they comment.

Bee venom also exhibited important inhibitory effects on the generation of inflammation mediators, including tumor necrosis factor- (TNF-), and their enzyme expression and on LPS-induced reactive oxygen species generation as well as calcium release.

In addition, the researchers showed that bee venom and 1 of the purified proteins, melittin, inhibit the transcriptional activity of NF-B, 1 of the most important regulators of expression of proinflammatory genes such COX-2, cytosolic phospholipase A2 (cPLA2), inducible NO synthase

(iNOS), and TNF-. The result is a reduction in inflammatory gene expression. Surface plasmon resonance (SPR) analysis showed that bee venom and melittin interact at a specific p50 binding site.

Lisa in Southern Maine – at 17:18

I posted the bee venom question to the experts on the thread: Cytokinic Dysregulation 4 Very interesting and educational replies thus far.

Also, about more details about that dream, I’ll have to see if can’t revisit it. I know that sounds weird but on RARE occassions I can start right back into a previous one. On SUPER RARE occasions I can go back midstream and alter its ‘outcome’. But that hasn’t happened in a long time. Just getting old I guess. :−0

JWB - lucid dreaming! WOW! reportedly an extremely (would underline word extremely if I knew how for further emphasis :) ) rare ability. If you had it in the past, you can reclaim it now. I’ll be checking this thread for updates from you.

JWB: That going back thing happens to me _a lot_. If I don’t “finish” a dream and wake up, it’s likely it will start back up again as soon as I fall back asleep. Recently as I was falling asleep I said to my husband: “Oh no! I have a nightmare waiting for me!” and described seeing a black-hooded Death beckoning me into my nightmare with a bony finger. Sheesh, even he was scared. I tried to stay awake, but fell asleep and didn’t end up remembering the dream anyway.

Whoops, darn, that was me at 18:27

Two nights ago: I was with a group of people, not many just a few, wearing BDUs and full battle rattle. We were in a forest and came upon a cavern in the base of a mountain. Inside the cavern were metal bunks, like old Army bunks, and there were people lying on the bunks. Someone-a man-said, “They’re dead. They’re all dead.”

I looked over at a nearby bunk. There was a woman lying on the bunk with her head turned towards me. As soon as the man spoke, her eyes opened. “No, they’re not dead,” I said. “She’s awake.” Someone else, a different voice and I don’t know if it was male or female, said “Yeah, they’re dead, I’m not getting a pulse on any of them.” There was a motion, some sort of movement, and I knew we had to get out of there fast. I yelled and started running.

We were running through the woods, just running wildly as fast as we could. It was nighttime and we were racing through the dark. I couldn’t hear anyone behind me but I knew they were back there, the not-dead people from the cavern. I knew if we stopped running they would get us and kill us. We ran.

I was under water and the not-dead people were there, too. All my gear weighed me down and I knew I wouldn’t get away. One came close and grinned at me as it reached for me. It’s teeth were sharp. I raised my rifle to shoot. There was a long chime, a slow rolling gonging sound. The not-dead paused and then I was on a bridge with the rest of the squad. It was an old train bridge, one of those with the metal frameworks. We were peering over the edge down at the water. The moon reflected off the water. We couldn’t see the not-dead but we knew they were down there. Someone said “We need to keep moving while we have time.” We started walking to the other side of the bridge, our weapons at the ready.

The not-dead were behind us again. I couldn’t see them but we knew they were back there, getting closer and closer. We ran to a fortress-like place in the middle of a plain. It was completely flat and sandy. The sky was a bright blue. A big wrought-iron-like gate opened and we ran inside the fortress. The gate closed just as the not-dead reached the fortress. They reached through the fence, their hands grasping for us. We stood there, watching them. “We’re safe now,” someone said. “Maybe,” someone else said. “We have to keep at the ready, just in case they figure out a way to get in.”

Then a warm wind stirred up the sand and the not-dead were gone but I knew they were still out there, waiting for us. Just…waiting.

I’ve debated posting with the ID I use and finally decided, what the heck. This dream creeped me out more than any of the others I’ve had, mainly because most of the time, it’s just been a feeling that Something Bad is out there and this is the first time I’ve seen the Something Bad.

Texas Rose: AAAAAAAAAGH! I’m scared! You’re not kidding, that is one hair-raising terror of a nightmare!

Ever seen the movie “28 Days Later?” (Good movie, but you might not want to.)

No, I haven’t seen that movie. I’ve avoided most zombie movies since seeing the original “Night of the Living Dead”. That movie seriously freaked me out(I was a kid when I saw it, which probably has to do with why it freaked me as much as it did.LOL).

What really struck me about that dream is all the other dreams I’ve had involving the Something Bad took place in the mountains and the forest and the Something Bad was nameless and faceless. This is the first change of scenery-from the mountains across a bridge to the plains-as well as putting faces to the Something Bad.

Texas Rose — in all the (realistic) pandemic dreams I’ve had, there has always been an overriding sense of terror — but we’re not afraid of the _flu_, we’re afraid of _other people._ I think that might be the take-home message of your dream as well. In a worst-case, people, especially if you are in the military, will be after you — dirty, shambling, grasping, hungry, sick people — people you will be expected to control, and people who will in turn expect you to be able to _do something._ These are people who will spill out over bridges to open areas, clamor to get into military “safe zones”, and live in woods, caves, and along river edges. All starving, all desperate… Not to put too fine a point on it, but throughout history, and in every country at some time, starving people have always resorted to cannibalisim. Those tales of Hansel and Gretel didn’t come out of thin air. In a worst case, this is what lies ahead. Yes, this is Something Bad indeed.

Lisa in Southern Maine – at 18:21

Just checking the threads one last time before turning in.

“Lucid dreaming”

I’m not sure what that means, but what I go through sometimes is not in anyway ‘fun’ or ‘neat’. I’m very happy that it is tapering off.

That aside, this is key, at the risk of sounding like some wacko even more…

Bummble Bee’s. My dream of a week ago or so was specific- Bummble bee’s. In that dream the pandemic had just started. I kept hearing/seeing partial news clips that mention/showed bummble bees and panflu. I couldn’t just sit down and watch the news, everything was very chaotic. The cyclone of bees was on TV. And the video footage, it was where I presently work. Today I realized how important this is. Bummble bee venom = cow milk. Honeybee venom = goat milk. They are very different at the molecular level. I don’t know how or why. I really want all of this to just go away.

I want to lay on my couch, eat potatoe chips, and watch a funny movie. I’m probably going to have to shut down everything for awhile. Including work, net, etc. Sorry.

 It’s just me.

This one isn’t a dream, per say. Just a nod that the “Something major is about to happen” has revisited after giving me the summer off. My niece, who is also quite psychic, has the same sense. We’re getting a bad feeling around the latter half of November into December of this year. Don’t know that it’s flu, more the sense that something major is coming that will impact the world.

Lucid dreaming is about learning to become aware in your dream as in everyday life. It is a powerful tool… and a pain in the A-SS!

You start by keeping a pad by your bed. Every time you wake up immediately write your dreams in as much detail as possible. do not wait to get that morning coffee. You lose the fine dream details quickly. Do this regilously.

Also - throughout the day raise your hands infront of you and look at them. Do this often.

Read your dream diary to see if any patterens emerge.

Now heres the trick part - when you are dreaming… try to notice anything out of the ordinary - it could be a repeating pattern you read in your diary … it could be something that just isnt right - like a building in a place its not supposed to be… or seeing someone who you know shouldnt be there… it could be anything. Then as soon as you recognize that, look at your hands.

Most likely at that point you will be so excited that you did it that you will find youself looking at your ceiling in bed, You woke up from the excitement. You will notice that there is no change of awareness… from dreaming to real life. It is as if there is no “waking up time”

Continue this practice until you can stay in your dream… after you look at your hands… and stay asleep, ook past your hands and see where you are. If you can do that, then go do something… remember that you are dreaming and can do anything!…

Just remeber Goju says “behave yourself” LOL

Heres the problem. You will start to have trouble distinguishing dreams from real life. I found myself peeing one night in my dream and woke to find i was peeingg in bed! for real! then whenever i went to the bathroom in real life, I had to check over and over that i was really awake! It started to spill into my everyday life - i had trouble telling if i was awake or dreaming - it was totally weird.

I stoppped doing it out of pure confusion… but - i was able to do things i never could or would in real life - like fly. I learned how to solve problems in my life by trying different solutions in the dreams. It was wild.

there are still times i question if i am awake or not - especially with this BF thing….

Goju asks - is this a dream? please let it be a dream and when i wake up, it will all be ok and my kids will grow up in a good place free from care and disease.

So go ahead - try to do lucid dreaming….. maybe this is all just one great big dream you are having.

Well I guess I just can’t stay away. We are getting too close to gametime.

Goju. I’m with you 100%. I’ve solved many problems in my dreams. That’s the plus side. Sometimes reality/dreams merge. That can be a problem. Especially when I have a dream within a dream. That really messes with me. I understand what you mean about “behave yourself”. When I was young and realized what I could do, I stole a bag a diamonds. Only to wake up empty handed, in another dream! I awoke from that dream when I tripped down the stairs. And yes, I hope I dreaming all this now. But….

and people think I’m nuts - go figure

LOL

Pandemic dream? Who knows.. but here goes.

I go to one of my favorite restaurants, and everything is different. Different menu, different tables, decor, etc. No one is there, I feel like I am in the wrong place, but I know it is the same place, even though my last visit had been very recent. Same dream…kind of fragments for a little bit, but I am walking through a place with people..everyone is pushing or pulling something. There is this woman pushing a dolly and a sleeping bag unrolled and is caught up in the wheels. She has this blank look on her face and just keeps pushing and pushing, but making no progress. I tell her what has occurred with the sleeping bag and why she is not making any progress and she just looks at me, like I’m stupid. I walk away from here and say something like, Well, I told you so. About that time, my alarm went off.

I had a similar one last night, Snowhound1, just a snippet: In a large place with lots of people. Everyone looks kind of bummy. A man and a woman are standing at a booth to get something. They are both carrying plastic shopping bags, are thin and unkempt. The man looks at me; he has long hair and a scraggly beard, and is wearing a girl’s pink jacket.

About a week ago, as I was waking up still in a dream like state, the word “Cambodia” entered my mind strongly. A day or two later when I was waking up the numbers “2–10″ came to me. Not sure if this has any significance to future events. However if it did no one would believe me in hindsight.

There is a military Coupe going on right now in Thailand. There are a lot of issues going on in the world that are very disturbing, beyond the bird flu. The signs are there. A table at the supermarket with pamphlets and groceries showing what you should store away. Something is up. I went to a meeting which I had not gone to for a while. They are reading up on a booklet called Great Decisions, and it will focus on Pandemic Flu. The Visiting nurse had some luncheons focusing on what to put in a bug out bag/. We are living in a very traumatic and difficult period and it shows up in our dream life. I am sleeping later mornings because my dream life is so active and I don’t think as restful as it was this time last year.There are so many threats and so much hatred of the U.S. out there that we are bound to intergrate it into our subconcious, and try to sort it out in our sleep.I feel as if everything is building up to a climax sooner or later, not merely a pandemic. But whatever it is, prepping will have served you and made you more self relient..

This is not a dream necessarily, but occurred to me last night as I was struggling to find sleep. I had read Goju’s post: The Time Has Come-Paul Revere or Noah and I was trying to think of something that you could use to impress people of the importance of paying attention to H5N1 as a possible panflu, and how to use a person’s sense of alarm vs. fear to get their attention. I would simply call this An Analogy:

There is a large dark ominous ship sitting off our coast. This ship carries with it a poison that it may or may not launch onto our shores, although there have been many warnings that it may indeed fire. The ship is capable of defending itself against any attack that we may deploy to destroy it, so no effective counter attack is possible. We are totally helpless to defend ourselves against it’s attack. Our government and the entire population is at risk, and there is nothing that any of us can do to stop it.

We know that if the ship decides to attack our shores, that many in the population will fall ill and that as many as half of those will die a horrible death. It is particularly deadly to children and young people, this much we know. It is announced that once on our shores, those that are infected will become walking vectors of the disease. No one will be safe. Spreading will be rampant and fast. No area of the country will be safe. There are suggestions from our government that the only way to prevent becoming infected with this deadly poison would be to have enough food and water in our homes, so that we could shelter-in-place and wait until the most dangerous times are over. Schools, offices and stores would close. Utilities and water supplies would probably be interrupted. Gasoline may cease to flow.

The government tells us that if we can do this, to take care of ourselves and our family for an extended period of time, that at some point, they think they can come up with a vaccine to help us, but that it may take a year to do so. Even with a successful vaccine, the masses probably still won’t be able to be vaccinated immediately, as only those that are “most important” to the continuation of society will get it. Health care workers, the army, workers in the utility departments would probably be the first. It would take time to build up enough vaccine capability to treat us all. The Government will be unable to offer assistance to us in our time of need, as they will be affected as well, and the amount of sick people will overwhelm every system in the land. It is declared that it is up to each individual and community to make the best preparations that they can. We will be on our own!

A leading international scientist doesn’t understand why the ship is holding back its lethal attack but makes an impassioned plea to all to prepare for this probable invasion and tells us that any time we have to prepare is “God Given Time.”

What would you do if this scenario were playing out for real? Would you take the advice of the government and have enough food and water to feed your family and loved ones? What else would you do, how would you prepare?

Well, it is real. The ship is H5N1, known to most as “bird flu.” It is sitting there, getting ready to make its attack on us. We cannot afford to dismiss the possibility that it may launch its deadly attack on us. It may turn and disappear back where it came, but it doesn’t appear to be doing this. Our history shows that it has happened before. We need a plan for ourselves, our family and our community. Time may very well be running out.

I finally did go to sleep, but I didn’t sleep well.

I was sitting chatting with some people and it seems there will be a study group on dreams. The book they will use is called Dreams, by someone called Sanford. Later today will be checking the book out even if I don’t join the study group. I had quickly leafed through and saw references to archetypes and Jungian thought. If you are dreaming more often and want to start anyalyzing those dreams this might be a good beginning.It might be an interesting thing to do if their is a pandemic and an amusement for your family. I think aboriginals in Australia, used to start their day with a family analysis of the meaning of the nite before dreams.Not kooky, but I find that my prior nites dreams are not only reshuffling of yesterdays news, but a hint of the day to come.

Diana, I will enjoy hearing some of your interpretations based on what you learn from your book group (or from the book if you don’t join.)

I thought it wa also interesting when I read your analogy, the threat seemed clear and present up until you got to the “bird flu” part — it seems, even knowing what I know and knowing where you were going with it, “flu” has so many non-threatening connotations that it’s just hard to overcome them. Down deep, it just means “bad cold and a lousy few days in bed,” I guess. Perhaps the dreams we’ve been communicating here is our conscious mind trying to educate our subconscious to what the threat level really is.

or… perhaps these dreams are our deep-knowing subconscious, trying to enlighten and light a fire to completely change our course of action for the conscious mind…the conscious mind that is too freaked out to really believe that the world as we know it will no longer exist

stilearning, I like your explaination much better!

Our conscious, logical mind knows the sun will come up tomorrow, that the sky isn’t falling and that almost all things will continue exactly as they always have. But our subconscious mind knows, with the power of myth and legend, that sometimes something utterly new and different emerges that changes our lives entirely. Like Hansel and Gretel, we may face a world that has parents loosing their children to their fates, and where dark woods hold unseen dangers.

I usually dont remeber my dreams too much but last night this one stuck in my head.I was making a visit to my sisters mother in law who is a very well off lawyer.When I got to her home,it wasnt the home I know her to have but was also very nice.When I entered I went to hang up my coat and the coat rack was like chickens with their claws to hang the coats on.as I hung my coat i broke the claws off the main part.Then as I went thru the house I noticed that the decorations were all chicken things and I just started breaking things left and right.It was weird,I didn’t want to break her things,but I couldn’t control my hands.They were grabbing and busting things and my head was saying stop it stop it but my hands kept grabbing and breaking.My sister then was there and said Stop breaking things and she led me to a room with a huge wall of window at least 3 stories and they were covered with a huge curtian.There was a staircase right on the windows and I started up them.as I was close to the top I become very tired and as I was just a few steps from the top I pulled myself closer with the curtian and it fell and the glass was reveiled.There were millions of seagulls and bees flying around.Thats all I remember but I would say it means I am angry about this birdflu crud as I kept smashing the chicken things.What do you all think?I find it strange that it stuck in my head as most of my dreams dont.

I would agree that you are angry with the bird flu.I would also say that you are fighting it in the only way you know how-preps-, also you might think that something is being hidden (the curtain) about the flu. Going up the stairs might feel like an uphill battle and my friend you are tired, take a break if you can.

While I haven’t gotten the book Dreams, I did google up odds and ends which were interesting. John Sanford was an Episcopalian minister, of a line of ministers. What I googled up under his name were references and essays written by various ministers. The subconcious is poorly understood ,it seems to arise from the cerebellum. There must be some use for dreams, they must have been more important to people who didn’t have as much infortmation as we in our time can get at the touch of our fingers. Warnings and portents of future events. Michigan Moms brief analysis of Malachais dream was interesting.

Malachi – at 11:49 There were millions of seagulls and bees flying around.

The bees are back.

I posted the following from part 2 of this series…

12 September 2006 JWB – at 08:14 Two nights ago I had a dream about panflu. For some bizarre reason BUBBLE BEE’S were involved! Scratched a hole in my head over that one.

and…

18 September 2006 JWB – at 14:31 OK. You people really got me thinking. I posted this on this thread:

“12 September 2006 JWB – at 08:14 Two nights ago I had a dream about panflu. For some bizarre reason BUBBLE BEE’S were involved! Scratched a hole in my head over that one. “

The night I dreamt that was the day I went through that real dust storm mentioned above. In that dream there were a swarm of bees, like a tornado. I knew bee’s couldn’t be a vector so I blew it off.

Maybe bees can’t be a vector, but could they be a part of a cure? It was a tornado (cyclone) of bees. A cyclonic storm of bee’s. Can bee venom affect the Cytokine Storm caused by H5N1?

Has anybody else had a panflu dream involving bees?

JWB, I noticed that odd overlap on the bees, too. It sure is strange! Malachi, I think Michigan Mom’s analysis is pretty good. Your surroundings all being changed/affected by the bird flu and your compulsion to fight it, almost against your will, the long, difficult climb (prepping) and then the enormity of the situation and scope of the threat is finally revealed.

The good part is that you visualize a barrier (the window) still standing between you and the threat. It may not be a strong one, but it’s there.

my sister just told me of a dream she had about bf…… she was someplace with a lot of people. they told her that they were very sick and she decided she better leave really quick. the next thing she see in her dream is tons of dead people floating up stream in a nearby river. Her interpretation of the dream is that she feels now is the time to stop going to public places . Cause yesterday her dream played out in real life. She was eatting in a restaurant and the waitress said she doesnt understand why everyone is getting sick. Needless to say thats all my sister had to hear and she isnt going to anymore public places to eat

More analysis of Malachi’s dream. I agree with Northstar - at 22:23. And with the bees flying around with the seagulls, perhaps they were stinging them? Fighting back for us. You saw the source of the virus, birds, and the source of the cure(?), bees, at the same time.

Well, its getting late and my tinfoil hat is making my head sweat. Time to take that off and go to bed. :-) Goodnight all. (…I sure hope I’m not dreaming all this right now….)

Is anybody thinking about influenza type B as part of the dream?

Perhaps the bees might be something with the products, like royal jelly, propolas and honey rather than the stinging of bees. I checked into a particular type of very expensive honey a while back, but couldn’t get it. The health food store knew what I meant but said they hadn’t seen it in years. It evidently is for immune system enhancement. Since I couldn’t find it locally I gave up, and can’t recall what type it was.

MANUKA Honey…Manuka Honey

Thanks all for the insight of my dream.Wow….Think I will bee looking into getting some more honey soon. :)

I’ve read that getting “local” honey is the thing to do. Local honey bee’s collect from your native flora, etc, giving you the best protection. I dunno if it is true, but sounded reasonable. So, that’s what I am doing.

That does sound reasonable. Native Flora, will go to a farm I visited that has honey bee hives and buy some of their honey. I was going to also buy Mead which is made from honey. The greeks during the seige of Troy used Honey on wounds, so it may have healing properties internally as well as externally. Dreams mean something, besides letting you know your cold and need covers, or to wake up for body functions. Your fears and daily problems are also in the mix. I dreamnt I lost my keys, so had some made up. Today I went to a book sale, and left my keys on the check out table. I rushed back in and luckily no one had appropriated them. (Have an interesting Austrian charm attatched.)Have to be more mindfull of both house and car keys. It is a bit stressful to be far from home and lose them.

Manuka Honey is a product of New Zealand. I remember passing the bee hives for this company when we were on a train trip during our stay. Manuka honey is used in many things…lip balm, hand lotions, body lotions, etc. Considered excellent honey.

Thanks all for the heads up on honey. I drink a lot of tea, with honey. Just someting about both.

September 24th already. In three months tonite it will be Christmas eve. Wow, I wonder where we will be then?

I remember from some of the 1918 Testimonials that honey-lemon water was used as a tonic for the sick. My elderly father, a life-long environmental allergies/hay fever sufferer, swears by a teaspoon of raw honey daily to help. He says it must be raw and it must be local.

I had a dream with a red bird in it. I lived in the middle ages during the Crusades. I had an entire life in the dream, a family and so on. I held a red live bird in my hands at one point and I was attempting to paint the feathers blue, but they turned green instead. Then I was in a stone chapel and a crusader in chain mail and robe. like those in memorium at the Cloisters was sitting. I sat next to him and put my head on his shoulder at which point I awoke. Obviously I dream in color. There are dreams from the past that I will always recall, and this lifetime in that dream will be one of them.

What a cool dream! Like stepping through time. Did it seem like a “pandemic” dream in some way or was it just an interesting dream? What did the symbols mean to you?

I have no idea what the live bird means, but it was alive and well even though I was painting it. Just didn’t turn out like I wanted it to. The Medeival stronghold on an island, and living that life of isolation. SIP. The crusader, the islamo terrorist threat. I am continually amazed at how complete a dream can be in a short period of time. It was as real to me as life itself.

Strange. I just picked up a pamphlet written and drawn for someone I knew who died on 9–11. His sister in law wrote and illustrated it for his children. Called Angels over the Towers. At the end of it she writes what the colors of the rainbow mean. Red is for the funny times that made them laugh out loud. Green for holiday celebrations, and Blue for acts of kindness. So colors mean different things to different people. My own are mundane. Red for the setting sun and Cardinals, Green for nature and Blue for the sky and bluebirds.

I was in a city, standing in a street. It was nighttime. No one else was around, no traffic, no lights, nothing, it was completely quiet. I heard the sound of aircraft. Off in the distance, flashes of light followed by thunder. I knew it wasn’t a storm but bombs falling. I looked up and saw big white Zeppelin-like things moving overhead. “Here it comes,” a voice said. I glanced to my right and a man dressed in black leather stood next to me. I didn’t know him but I knew him(if that makes sense).

I told him it was time to go. He agreed. We moved out of the middle of the street and into a building. We went down, down down until we knew we were safe. There were other people there, moving around, doing things. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. We could hear screaming and explosions up above but we were safe as long as we stayed where we were. “When do we go out?” someone asked. “Not until it’s over,” I said. “When is that?” “When it’s over,” the man said.

There was such an air of finality to everything. That’s what I remember most, that feeling of inevitability and finality about what was happening.

This was from August of 2005. I just found it looking back over my dream diary —

The dream was a message, I think. Not exactly “real” — more metaphorical or symbolic — but it was meant to tell me something.

All I remember distinctly is that I was with a group of people and we were in some type of distress or under attack. I don’t know who these people are (no one I “recognized”). There was some outside force that we were trying to defend against and/or escape. Suddenly, one of the group (who seemed to be a leader) physically threw another person in the group out the window. I protested, knowing that this person would be attacked and killed by the “monster” outside (I knew even in the dream that the monster was symbolic of something — terrorists? invaders? a disease? ??) But even as I was protesting, the leader person threw someone else out. I started yelling, but the leader (and a few others) said that we had to sacrifice a certain number of people for the rest of us to survive. “Two out of four”, they said. I said, “But that’s 50%!” but no one paid any attention to me. I was devastated by this ruthlessness and lack of compassion — at that point is when I woke up.

The “two out of four” stuck out to me — seemed very significant somehow.

Texas Rose…you and I keep having almost identical dreams….

I’ve been having intense variations on that dream for the last two+ years. Except that each one has come closer (the one last week was in my front yard ~ although the caveat there is that with Bush’s ranch nearby I’ve watched multiple flight interceptions & odd things literally overhead. Still, this didn’t feel like that).

Many dreams about people standing around watching the odd flight formations approaching (while I take the kids and run for shelter) and they end up being strafed because they didn’t realize what was heading their way. It has obvious panflu-possible interpretations, but also feels very ‘military’ and very much like follow-up sequences to the 9–11 dream I had in ‘88.

One especially dramatic one was similar to yours, too. Dh, the girls and I were at a hotel about an hour north of a large city (in my dream I assumed Dallas??). It was early morning and we were on the balcony, looking south. Far in the distance, over the city, there were flashes of light and odd thunder-sounding booms. Hotel patrons began to gather to watch ‘the wierd thunder and lightning.’

I realized it was an air attack over the city, turned around to grab dh and the girls, and told them to get into the car immediately. Everyone else was still watching the lights. We stopped by a store, bought all the water we could and pulled all the cash we could from an ATM, then headed north at a furious pace to get ahead of the soon-to-be-fleeing crowd.

The attack dreams in my series all have that sense of inevitability and finality, too; not hopelessness, just inevitability…like a big iron door clanging shut (except that sounds too ‘small’ in comparison).

I was riding in the back of a canvas covered truck with a group of other people. None of us spoke,it was like everyone was in a state of shock. The truck stopped at a long street with a row of vacant houses on each side. A large group of sad children were standing nearby. On each side of the street were rows of vacant houses. We were helped down from the truck by two men and each wore a white band on the sleeve of his uniform We were immediately assigned children to take care of and told to occupy one of the houses. I was assigned two children 10 and 12 yrs old.

The sky was a steel gray, I looked a little older, and for some reason, (shock I guess) I couldn’t think about my own home, family, and friends. I remember thinking, “ I will do my best to protect and care for these children.”

I seldom remember my dreams, but this was one of the most depressing dreams I’ve ever had.

In dreams we go beyond the ordinary. Not really our ordinary lives which are extraordinary but grounded in the mundane tasks we all must perform. IN dreams we are free of this and step into the a deeper reality. I have contact with the people in my life who are long gone, but were important to me. I continue a relationship that does not exist on this plane. If we have dreams like those above it could be based on our fears of what might happen. As a child I dreamed of prehistory, of living in trees. I’ve dreamed of dinasaurs, I’ve dreamed of tribal trecks across plains. Our dreams put us in touch with so many levels, archetypes, the past, the present, the future. Even our feelings perhaps are deeper in our sleep, than the face we show to the world of reality.

I had a dream several years ago now….I was stopped at a T in the road waiting for the oncoming car to pass…the T is at the top of the hill above my father’s home. The car I’m waiting for is actually a long white limo and the side of the limo closest to me is wide open- in it is my uncle (my father’s brother) who passed away when I was very young- and a woman w/ long hair is sitting next to him…he is looking directly at me and trying to tell me something. I can’t hear him and I’m trying urgently to hear him. I felt as if he was trying to warn me of something. Like I said this dream was several years ago- nothing major has happened personally in my life that I can think of that he urgently would have tried to contact me about. I rarely remember dreams for this long. In fact this is the only dream I can remember having for longer than a day. I remember it very clearly - almost like I awoke minutes ago. I have a very intune 6th sense. I always have - but I only recently in the past few years started listening to it and really paying attention. I have no idea what this dream meant. It was obviously important for me to STILL remember it so clearly after all of this time.

NewEnglandNative: Your dream gave me chills. Do you think you could find out more about your uncle’s life and who the woman might have been? Did he possibly lose someone important in the 1918 outbreak?

OMG, I just read some of the previous messages I had missed. Carol, Petticoat, InfoLady — that your dreams are so similar is spooking me. If there is a universal unconscious we are all looking at the same deep fears… or knowledge. Please let them be fears.

NewEnglandnative I read your dream. At first it chilled me, then I thought about what you actually said. Where I come from dead people are transported in black vehicles and to weddings, dances and proms in white ones. Were you thinking about getting married at the time you had this dream, or perhaps divorced? I would think that the “T” in the road indicated a choice to make. You are also on a hill…possibly the moral high ground. Since your uncle was deceased, perhaps he was trying to tell you that marriage was until death, or perhaps beyond. I am sure it got your attention during the weeks following the dream. Those are just my thoughts…I always stop by the dream theme. I like to read about what others dream. kycreeker

Interesting anyalysis. I woke up this morning remembering something silly. A lovely woman was telling a psychiatrist that she was telling him the truth, meanwhile crossing her fingers and toes. The psychiatrist bent down, looked at her bare feet and toes, and said, “your lieing.” Do dreams lie, or do they simply make it difficult to discern the true meaning, making us think when we recall a strange dream. We aren’t lieing to ourselves as people often do in reality, we are just getting a scrambled message.

This past Saturday morning I had what I would say is my 1st dream associated with my worries about what will happen if we have pandemic. This was an extremely violent dream and it’s still got me shook- because, knowing my husband, myself and his family, I can imagine it happening if the situation presented itself.

In the dream 3 huge busses of ‘people from the city’ pull up in ours and our cousin’s yards (we live next door) and the drivers got out and presented my husband and his cousin with letters from “the government” that stated these people on these busses were entitled to take whatever they wanted from our homes because they were not prepared for the avian flu pandemic.

 In the dream my husband and his cousin had called their fathers from the next road when the busses pulled up and we (fathers, wives, and children)were all there behind husband and cousin when these letters were given to them. Husband said “ None of you will step foot off those buses and none of you will get what any of what we worked so hard to save for our families so you can just get back on the bus and go back down the hill and don’t come back. And the leader of the bus drivers stepped up, showed my husband a gun and got in my husbands face and told him “there’s nothing you can do about it- we have the letter and a gun and we can do what ever the @#$% we want” And husband said “ Really? Well then I can too” and pulled out his pistol and shot the guy in the face. At that point we all stepped forward with various firearms and declared that anyone getting off any of the busses would be shot as soon as their foot touched the ground. The bus I and cousins wife were watching had a lot of big guys on it and in my dream they decided 2 women (even armed women) were not a threat and 2 of them jumped off the bus and we shot them both. The 2 alive drivers got back on their busses and backed them up and after a bit the other bus closed it’s doors and backed up and down the hill they went. End of dream.

We are prepared to hand out some premade bags of essentials to people from our area who may have misjudged the seriousness of what we may be facing but I’m not sure how we would react to something like this. People from “the city” invading our area trying to get our supplies by force. Obviously the - whole bus loads of people- thing is a bit on the extreme side, but then - maybe not.

I feel very strange about this because while I have always thought I was very very protective of my daughter and husband- I hadn’t realized I might be so callous about taking a life.

Am I over reacting?

Here’s my dream, I’m sitting in my car. This truck full of soldiers pulls up to a warehouse. There’s sick people in the warehouse. The soldiers force them into the truck and are looking for stragglers. I duck down in my car trying to hide. I’m not sick. Then I wake up.

I think the dreams above are more what you fear might happen. You took control in your dreams. Whatever happens, and I hope it never comes down to requisitioning what others have worked so hard to accumulate, you will not submit without a fight.A local paper in N.J. has just put out a series on Nature’s Assassins. How deadly jungle diseases are threatening America. Today it is the mosquito that carries chikungunya. It is now in N.J. and many southern states.First came to Houston in ‘85 in a shipment of used tires. Will have to follow the series, possibly it will feature Avian Flu. Today a three page spread. There are a lot of dangers in the works. It mentioned two sisters who nearly starved to death. They couldn’t take care of themselves.Yesterday they wrote about dengue hemorrhagic fever which has now been reported in the U.S. No matter what happens, in the final analysis your preps will serve you well. I think the “What me worry?” days are over.

I normally sleep very heavy and rarely wake up remembering any dreams. Well, I had my first dream in a very long time Saturday nite. I was in a large multistory building, and we kept having to climb up the stairs, and at every floor everyone would go to the windows/balconies and we could see others in the buildings around us doing the same thing and then 2 or three people would jump to their deaths, and then everyone would go back into the buildings, climb another flight of stairs and repeat. I kept thinking that this was how the folks in the world trade centers must have felt.

JWB, I hope you will post those dreams you referred to in another thread; I’m interested — and we all understand this is a *dreams* thread, an expression of our deepest worries and fears.

Last night I dreamed that the entire front page of our local paper was devoted to panflu. I was so shocked to see it I woke myself up!

Dark, in a city. We were in a hidey-hole. Outside, troops were moving through the streets. We were being quiet, trying to avoid detection but the troops burst into the building. We-I wasn’t alone but I don’t remember any other faces-fell back to another position. The troops kept coming. We began moving towards the next hidey-hole as fast as we could. The troops were right behind us. We ran through dark corridors where all we could see was outlines of things but we didn’t fall or stumble into anything. Behind us, we could hear the movement of the troops coming but they weren’t making any sound. We didn’t talk, we just ran.

At one point we passed by closed rooms and we could hear people crying and screaming like they were being tortured. We kept running towards the next position. I passed by a place where there was a child sobbing and crying, begging “No more, no more, please no more”.

That’s what woke me. The child’s voice begging and pleading in a hoarse voice like he’d been screaming for a long, long time shocked me and jolted me awake.

There’s a feel in my dreams that whatever’s coming is almost here, that time is up, and now it’s down to survival.

Cinda - Your dream was certainly disturbing but I hope was reassuring to you. I think your mind showed you that you are fully capable of protecting your family. You will not panic and become immobilized when your family is threatened.

Frank - your dream was so starkly, awfully, terrifyingly simple. A gut-puncher. I hope the feeling of fear/dread you must have experienced upon awakening did not stay with you throughout the day. If you read thru this thread, you will see that you are not the only person who has had a dream reflecting a theme of enforced quarantine. This certainly reinforces pragmatic plan of social isolation, doesn’t it?

JWB - I too would like to see those dreams you don’t want to post here…So many of our dreams elucidate pf scenarios in a way our waking minds don’t. For instance, military/soldiers ‘rounding up’ sick and well and the dreamer feeling strong need to hide…this is something I had given only passing thought to until I read repeats of this theme here, and doing so has helped me evaluate need to be prepared in a different way. And what if a theme for cure emerges…One never knows, strange things happen in the shapeless dreamworld…:)

Texas Rose - another dream of feeling hunted by the military. I think it’s time for me to re-read federal and state quarantine protocols and any new clauses…

Texas Rose - All of my ‘hunted by the military’ dreams and military air attack dreams are coming closer, too. And 9 times out of 10, there is the corresponding theme of me protecting children (well, not surprising, given my 4 young dd’s). That was, in fact, the final major facet of my 9–11 dream from 1988, though I don’t think I got into it when I posted earlier.

My dreams have gone from every 2–3 months to every 2–3 weeks to 2–3/wk to now sometimes 2–3/night, all getting closer geographically. I feel very much like time is almost up, and not in a panicky way, just like it’s a given.

(And the dreams are irrespective of time spent on FluWiki, too; more time on the forums does not equal more dreams/more intense dreams. And although I feel very ‘driven’ to prep during my awake hours, I am not aware of feeling panicky then either…just very determined.)

I was driving with the kids to WalMart last night when a military jet went bolting overhead, very low and fast…and Bush was not, to the best of my knowledge, at the ranch (if he had been, I wouldn’t have thought twice about it). When we came out of the store, there were two more criss-crossing overhead. And everyone else was just wandering through the parking lot, completely unaware of them barely above. It was like the beginning of all the dreams; I felt like throwing up. :o(

not sure if i posted this here already but back in 90 i had a dream in which an awesome bright light with an androgynous and powerful type voice said, “it’s good to learn from those who have died, 8,2,6.”

well, i’ve wondered about that all these years. it was something spiritual, like an initiation, as i met my meditation teacher shortly thereafter. however, the meaning behind this dream/message has never quite been satissfied. y’know, died to what? the ego? physically? people i’ve known? people in history? ascended masters? what!? so i just try to pay close attention and regard any possible related meanings with some degree of objectivity.

but this bf thing’s had me thinking and i’ve been watching for that number in case it turns out to be some sort of…red flag or something.

prob’ly nothing.

then IntoTheWoods posted this to the aerosol thread on current events: “In all likelihood, 1 of the mutations required for influenza A (H5N1) to give rise to a pandemic strain would be to change its receptor affinity to favor the a-2,6–linked sialic acids. For the influenza A (H1N1) pandemic strain of 1918, this change required only 1 or 2 amino acid substitutions (36). Once a highly transmissible strain of influenza A (H5) has arisen, it will likely spread in part by aerosols, like other human influenza viruses.”

which makes me think maybe it wasn’t an “8″ i heard at all. : o

beat.

hmmm, thats pretty interesting Posie. Tho “eight” sounds like the letter “A” it doesn’t sound like “alpha”……pretty close anyway

The funny thing about my dreams is that I’m often just an observer. It’s rather like watching a TV show or reading a book…I identify with the protagonist. They usually tell a story. Most of the time I know that I amd dreaming but only rarely can I effect events even when I try.I often think during the dream that I should use it to write a book or script. Sometimes, however, I am fully invested in my dream and feel I am really there.

Several years ago I had a dream about a tsunami that was real feeling. I had never really thought consciously about one before. I was on a beach and looked up and saw this great skyscraper tall wall of water coming toward me. I’m not saying it was a precognitive dream. I’ve never had those and I’m very grateful not to. When the tsunami happened last year though, I thought I knew how those people felt with it rolling inexorably toward them.

Several months ago I had a dream very like some of those mentioned above….another very real dream. In it I was a teenager again and I had my two cousins with me. They are about five years younger, so they would have been 10 or 11 in the dream. We were at my grandparent”s old farmhouse (which has been torn down for 15 years). We were terrified when we saw planes or helicopters approaching us in formation. (I’m not sure which now, but they weren’t coming very fast). I pushed my cousins under the front porch and we hunkered there together. The planes started strafing and dropping bombs as they flew by, just as we expected. We knew that any second we could be killed. The feeling of relief when they flew past and we were still all right, was immense, but we were still scared that they would come back. I don’t know what enemy the planes represented.

I considered this a very odd dream and not precognitive because it happened in the past at a house that is no longer there, so it can’t come true. Also why would any military be bombing an isolated farm? Like the tsunami dream though, I know now how people who live through bomb attacks feel.

  A few weeks ago I had a dream thats haunted me ever since. My youngest DD was taken by some men to expand their breeding pool. How I knew this I have no idea, But the world was different from before. I can still feel the weight of my gun on my hip, and I don’t currently own one. I’m wearing clothes that are durable and heavy boots. While hunting these men I’m handed a baby to take back with me as the mother does not want her growning up in this group. My DD in this dream was 18. right now she is 16. 
  Things I picked up in this dream were the fact that noone was driving, we all relied on horses or walking. We all dressed in rugged gear and carried guns like we were quite used to it. And towns where broken down into smaller areas kinda like tribes, with watches posted etc.
  I woke up in a panic because and ran to my DD and made her promise that when this happens she’ll follow the advice given and not trust anyone outside the know tribes. 
  I don’t remember dreams often but this one plays over in my head alot. Last time something like this happened I was pregant with middle DD and those dreams came true. SCARES the H*** out of me too

AZNewBe: Your dream sounds so much like one of my “far glimpses” that I haven’t talked about before, they are so grim. First glimpse: Our house is attacked at night, my husband is killed, my daugher is abducted by men on horseback. Then: years later, I am with my daughter, angry with her. She is missing teeth, her skin is rough and ragged. I ask her why she didn’t just kill him in his sleep and escape. She just shrugs. She is still with the man who killed my husband.

Oh, and another glimpse, from the same time, a from a dozing state just before falling asleep (but then being jerked awake by the vivid “dreams”): I am striding through waist high grass with a heavy black shotgun in what I now recognize as the “ready” carry. (I just finished a hunter’s education class a couple weekends ago.)I am wearing a ridiculous long dress and boots, like something out of “Little House on the Prarie.” I am coming home, (to the property we didn’t buy), anxiety etched on my face. What am I seeing?

I wrote that one off as total fantasy because I thought the long dress was completely off the wall. But now I have the shotgun, and recognize how I was holding it. (Which did look practiced.)We don’t have the property, though the owners called us out of the blue and gave us a steep discount price.

I look on dreams for their entertainment value as well as knowledge of events to come. I hope this future you see isn’t in our lifetimes, but we are living in strange times. What strikes me about the dreams is that you have adjusted to this rough new world your dreams have taken you to and are capable.It sounds like Deadwood. Lost and all those new T.V. series. Perhaps some of those writers have had dreams like yours and are bringing them into prime time T.V… I dreamnt of the wave like that in Perfect Storm when I was a child. When I saw the movie the feeling that dream evoked came back. I wonder how many things we see in the films, in books, on T.V. come fron our nitemares. I couldn’t watch King Kong, because I had dreams of being in that sort of world as a child. Perhaps the most vivid nitemares that people have become our entertainment.

Unless they are psychotic dreams. 5 children are dead. I wish the man in Pennsylvania who killed those innocents had aired out what he dreamnt. Not that it would have stopped what he did. It only shows how potent our dreams are, how deep into our psyches they reach.I came out of our municple building to find a psychic flyer tucked under my windshield. An hours drive from here. Her business dreams. There are so many bull artists in this world.

AzNewBe – at 02:46 A few weeks ago I had a dream thats haunted me ever since. My youngest DD was taken by some men to expand their breeding pool. How I knew this I have no idea, But the world was different from before. I can still feel the weight of my gun on my hip, and I don’t currently own one. I’m wearing clothes that are durable and heavy boots. While hunting these men I’m handed a baby to take back with me as the mother does not want her growning up in this group. The dream goes on

Please read a book by James Wesley Rawles- Patriots- Surviving the coming collapse- ( has gone under several names as it has been updated over the years)was available on amazon when I got it. Your dream fis perfectly with that book. Might be a different scenario for the reason we are how we are in your dream- but the end result is the same

Cinda—16:02

   thanks I’ll read the book. Maybe more then I’m willing to know though…jk

NorthStar—8:40 and 11:42 My grandmother used to tell my brother and I that your your vision is strongest when your in the twilight(a state before sleep). My DG was a very stong phychic always knew when things where wrong. And My DB also has the gift, My dad did as well but he never knew how to deal with it.So he supressed it. I remember Shortly after my Grandmother died Dad told me that My path would be put to me and I would know “it” when the time is right. That was 20 plus years ago I’m still waiting.

Thinking about the military aspect: About 18 months or a bit longer ago, I had a dream where I was in a big conference room and people in suits were sitting around a large round table. They were talking, talking, talking but nothing was being done, nothing was being decided. I got up, went around to a guy-there was nothing identifying him as being in charge but I knew he was-grabbed his chair and turned it so he faced me, leaned in and said “The time for talking is over. Now it’s time to fight. You need fighters and I’m a fighter.”

I don’t know if I meant fighting as in fighting a war but that dream was pivotal for me. The dreams since that one have been increasingly militaristic. Before that, I dreamt of being watchful and warning people to be watchful. After that, I was preparing to fight. Now I’m dreaming of actually fighting.

While I hope I’m just being goofy and nothing I’m seeing in my dreams comes true, I’ve had enough dreams come true to pay attention to the ones that seem exceptionally detailed and which stay with me like these have.

Fortunately, the husband and I have been together long enough and he’s seen enough of my dreams come true that he didn’t hesitate or argue when I told him we needed to get ready to go to ground.

jplanner, the a is actually an alpha!

: D

Way back on one of the earlier threads, somebody dreamt of cars that wouldn’t start… but theirs did. A lady was sitting in a car sort of out of it. I don’t remember a lot about the dream, but I remember thinking it sounded like a war. In fact, it sounded like an e-bomb. I didn’t comment for several reasons, mostly because there wasn’t a lot being mentioned in military sense. I was thrown by the dreamers car starting when others wouldn’t. I decided to just wait and see what panned out on the thread. Which I thought was odd. I find it intriquing there are so many military type dreams. I have had those dreams too, but not so much lately.

When I was about 13 yo I dreamt of a military invasion. Well, maybe it wasn’t an invasion… but it was a militant take-over. Many parts of the dream have come true (like places that were cotton patches becoming urbanized w/specific landmarks.) I told my parents about the dream the morning I dreamt it. It was a very peculiar dream. About 2 years later a significant landmark in the dream became a reality… a bridge was built in the middle of nowhere. That bridge is now a main route in the hub of the town I lived in. The only part left in the dream that hasn’t materialized is the occupation of troops. But… they weren’t foreign troops. They were our troops. And, the troops weren’t necessarily trained regular troops. It involved hiding and sneaking and stuff almost like during the holocaust. A resistance was very evident.

When y’all tell about your dreams, I get the same visual that I had in my dream so many years ago.

• Has anybody ever seen bee’s swarm? I mean massively swarm? It is like a thick, dense blanket covering a wide area. They swarm just a little higher than above your head. They make a roaring-buzzing sound because there are so many of them. It’s very unusual to see and experience. I’ve only seen it once in my life, but it happens. My mother and I had just stepped out of the car in a parking lot. We were headed toward a grocery store in San Bernardino, California. Out of nowhere this noise just pierced … everybody was looking around. Then, a black low lying cloud started coming toward us. Moving rapidly and getting louder. By the time we all realized it was bee’s, it was too late to do anything. We all just hit the ground. As fast as they came, they went. FWIW.

I keep having syhnchronicity in images. Yesterday couldn’t watch a film short on 30 giant killer yellow jackets raiding a hive. One predatory scout marked the hive, and went to get his fellow yellow jackets who attacked the much smaller worker bees, who die when they sting, while a yellow jacket keeps its stinger and can kill multiples. As the bee bodies piled up I felt squeemish, though I am not squeemish by nature. Then I recieved a test demo in the mail, called of all things Lucid dreams. Will be listening to it later. My dreams all seem the norm for me. I recall them, and then they quickly fade away. We are not only at the mercy of nature, but of all our officials. I do think they are slowly getting things in order. We probably won’t like what is being planned in the case of a pandemic. I hope the schools start teaching the kids something. It has to start with kids, because the parents aren’t paying too much attention. I find the dreams very interesting.I was thinking while watching the hornet-bee confrontation that humans will die both from the virus, and from invaders.We all are expendable to nature and the impersonal officials.

My first panful dreams have been this week. The past two nights I’ve wake up at 2 or 3 in the morning, remembering just parts of these dreams. Normally I don’t remember my dreams but…

Could be I just have bird flu on my mind, and I also watched Testament last night. That was scary and I recommend it. Anyway, one part of the dream was oily water. Just trying to figure out how to drink it.

Another was Thanksgiving. I was in a shelter? or something like that. And we were preparing thanksgiving for all these people. I also lived in the shelter.

The final part was movement. I was just constantly moving away from something. But when I woke up, I thought (very clearly) “oh that was bird flu” and rolled over and went back to sleep.

A prepping dream. I am taking my mother by ferry to see Buchert Gardens. (My mother was an avid gardener and prepper). Along the way I put some coins into a slot machine and get a 1000$ chit. Since I am still emptying the machine I give my mother the chit to cash in. I can see her, there are piles of cash, but she comes back with a stacked set of steaming trays , chinese bamboo, the top tray filled with pork filled snacks. Then I buy her a tapestry purse that she likes and give it to her filled with cash. The rest of the dream doesn’t signify. I read it to mean use any windfall funds on preps.

Had two dreams last night, in two parts, but didn’t write them down and now they’re almost completely gone. It had to do with my being sufficiently prepped to survive. I just remember I told myself to remember it when I woke up. I’ll try to dream it again and then will write it down. I am this morning feeling calmer and purposeful, wanting to clear mundane tasks like writing letters and paying bills, getting the heating sorted out, before I do anymore food prepping. You know that feeling there’s something coming and one should put everything in order before it hits (bearing in mind I am ordinarily completely disorganised)? Weird.

I had a dream last night about that cluster chart. In the dream I checked the chart and there was a brown live that went way up past the end of the chart. Freaked me out.

I had a dream last night about that cluster chart. In the dream I checked the chart and there was a brown line that went way up past the end of the chart. Freaked me out.

Well, a tiny bit of my dream came true. A $ 70 windfall and the rest of the thousand in monthly funds. So I’m off to spend $70 windfall at the local fairgrounds, where $70 could well buy you a 1000 dollars of used or even new stuff. I buy Chanel, Armani,Dana Buchman for pennies on the dollar.So far $2 for a new catalogue to inventory possessions in case of insurance problems. I’ve seen everything and anything at this particular rummage. A percentage with the sale tags still attatched. So a check I didn’t receive last year and which was re-issued will count as my dream windfall. I don’t need much of anything, but I got my flu shot there yesterday.The nurse said she hasn’t noted any new cases of flu, though her son has a temperature. (Saw more sick childrem, fast asleep and feverish at the bottom of shopping cart). So there are some mild viruses out there already.

ACM: We finally decided _not_ to buy the farmhouse… the reasoning being, it would be like eating our preps too soon. We’d be pouring all our savings and free money into it and perhaps leave us so short we couldn’t prepare in other ways. It was a very hard decision. Funny, though, when we got the news it has a pending offer, I emailed my hubby about how he felt about it. He told me he was glad, that for some reason the house really creeped him out and gave him a really unsettled feeling, and he didn’t know why.

Keep in mind this is the house where I had a nasty glimpse of him being shot and killed in one of my twilight-sleep dreams… he was a little miffed at me that I hadn’t mentioned anything about that up until now. But in those glimpses I saw at least two of our family surviving and if that was to be, so be it… I am not at all optimistic about any of our chances where we are now because I really don’t feel it’s survivable in a bad one.

But the property was bought by someone who is going to “flip” it… so who knows, it might come back to us yet. It sure seemed to want to.

Northstar — But the property was bought by someone who is going to “flip” it… so who knows, it might come back to us yet. It sure seemed to want to.

If the house wants you, eventually you’ll get it. This is how I am now in mine. That house was sitting pat across the road from my flat, owned by colleagues. I languished to have it one day. I left my flat and went to live with my husband. These colleagues went on retirement and I got first refusal but the price was then too high for me and it was sole to another. My husband had berated me for not buying it. Then, after my husband died, during a tour with a friend, I passed the house, and I told that friend this was the house I’d always wanted and he said: “who knows, it might be on the market now”. To which I replied that was nigh impossible after having already been sold merely seven years before. That was on a Sunday. On the next Wednesday, I was surfing on the Net for properties to buy, got interrupted on the phone, unwittingly pushed the mouse with my elbow, and when I turned to the screen again, the house was sitting right under the pointer of the mouse… I phoned the agent who said it was a nearly done deal for another couple at 3 pm. I said I was coming with the downpayment at 1.30 pm, didn’t need to visit the house as I knew it. The agent refused if I did not come to the house to visit it (unethical) but could not arrange the appointment until late evening. I pleaded, got the appointment at 1.30 pm and wrote that cheque that very moment - there was not enough money in the bank to cover it. The same afternoon, I did the rounds of my family and they lent me enough to put in the bank to cover the cheque the very same day. Took me ages to get the mortgage as it was very expensive, but I did get it and I am now living in it. I have sworn I’ll die in this house. It’s my last abode. And that’s exactly how I want it to be, though rather later than sooner (if TSHTF)!

So, moral of the story, let time do it’s work, and when the second opportunity comes, just jump at it!

On another note, I didn’t manage to dream again about BF/preps last night. Some other time maybe.

Oh, Frenchie Girl, I just loved your story! The ghosts that seemed to be beckoning me from the windows… perhaps they’ll find a way for us, too!

This is an account of a good friend’s dream: The dream occurred about 3 years ago. She dreamed she was a little girl playing in the yard near the house she grew up in. Suddenly a very tall “being” appeared to her, humanoid in appearance, but definately not from around here. Anyway he showed her a symbol on what appeared to be an ancient scroll. The symbol was of 2 lower case h’s sort of like this, hh. Upon seeing this she became terrified and began to weep. She said she experienced a feeling of devistation unlike anything she has ever known. Utter devastation. She said all she knew at the time was that it had something to do with science and that it would make anything that had happened on earth pale in comparison. A few months ago we were talking about bird flu. I think it was in May during the Karo cluster and I mentioned that H5N1 was thought to have gone h2h. She said, “Oh no, my dream.” She had not made the connection until that time. Since then she has brought it up several times and continues to wonder. I asked her permission to relate the dream to you all. She does not own a computer. She is prepped.

Feather Pillow @ 11:38

Is you friend on the Path?

no name @ 12:20 No she is not. She has another path which does not seem to be very satisfying and she continues to search, somewhat… so we will see. She’s interested but seems turned off on some levels. The terror is what concerns me in her. She lives in a perpetual state of fear. I have shared BF info with her and while I say she is prepped, it is minimal, but as we know, it must be according to one’s own inner guidance.

What is “on the Path”?

Stilearning - I’ve usually heard it in terms of theosophy.

Feather Pillow - that dream kind of….stays with me. I can picture it perfectly.

FrenchieGirl - I’ve been doing a lot of ‘paper preps,’ too, with a need to get everything in order as well. Spent a lot of time this past week sorted and organizing important papers, working on various files, etc. Even if this never goes fully h2h, my home and priorities (!) are definitely in better shape for all of the prep work.

I went to the hospital for a regularly scheduled checkup on a beautifully sunny day. The parking lot was full, as usual, so I parked in the Back 40 and trekked towards the entrance.

As I reached the entrance, I saw people going into the hospital. “Stay out of there,” someone said. I looked over and there was my doctor, sitting in a lawn chair. He was kicked back and taking it easy, even had his normal can of soda in his hand. “I have an appointment with you today” I said. “It’s time for my checkup.”

“I know,” he said. “But it’s not safe in there.”

That’s when I realized people were going into the hospital but no one was coming out.

This morning I had a dream that woke me up at about 6am. In my dream I was in a store that had the feel of a warehouse. However the store did not seem to have food . I was going down an aisle and saw plastic containers. In my mind I realized that these were plastic funeral urns for cremation. Then not far from this display were very cheap caskets made of a compressed board almost cardboard looking. They were priced at about $1000. In my dream I was thinking those look so cheap I can’t believe they want $1000 for those. Then someone said there are more further down. So I went down and looked and these caskets were only slightly higher quality of possibly also compressed cheap wood. They were priced at $1,300. Some of them were blue. In my dream I said, “I can’t believe they are asking $1,300 for that piece of crap”. I believe my husband was in the dream and there were other people in the store. In my dream I was looking at all of these cheap caskets and was angry because they were so cheap looking for the amount of money they wanted. Then I became extremely angry and I started shouting, “I’m not going to bury my children in that! I’m not going to bury my children in that!” At this point everyone in the store was looking at me. Then I yelled at the people, “What do you think is going on? What do you think these are for?” Then I woke up.

Many of us are sharing a theme of death from our dreams/nightmares - especially the death of children. Perhaps this death theme is supposed to help us to gain the enormous energy required to make some huge changes to grasp a more sustainable living environment. Perhaps the purpose of these dreams is also to enable us to accept and make a faster “adjustment reaction” when the children’s deaths occur. Maybe we are also supposed to gain an ever deeper understanding that we are the adults responsible for the care of the children, whether the children are biologically ours or not.

These strange (pandemic?) dreams/nightmares are so scary to me that I am having trouble sleeping.

I am trying to frame these dreams in some kind of a constructive light in order to learn something from them, instead of being afraid and weakened by them.

stilelearning. Is it your own dreams or other people dreams as unfolded here that are disturbing you. If it is other peoples dreams,perhaps its best not to read this thread. Your insights on the children dreams are intriguing. I think all of us women have a soft spot for children in general. At least the ones that aren’t acting up in public. (then we are grateful their not ours.) Do you have little ones?

In my dream I ate a 14 pound marshmellow.

When I woke up, my pillow was gone…

You are going to need a high colonic.

And the tapeworm on the New Topic thread could do with one also.

diana, I do not have children. The nightmares that concern me most are my own.

The theme of children suffering/dying that run through my own nightmares, are also shared by many others here, which raise my concern even more.

Ignoring a thread is choosing to stick one’s head in the sand - not my choice.

We all need to consider the future issue of opening our selves up to “adopting” orphans.

OK. This is a dream that I had some time ago, but it is becoming more relevant (to me at least).

It starts with me entering my dining room and seeing on the table a book that looks familiar. (This book only looks familiar to me in my dream, as if I had read it once, and have seen it discussed on TV). Without opening it I glanced up at the calendar to see what today’s date is because the book begins with a specific date. The book is a published diary of a 12 year old girl. As I look at the calendar I realize that she started the diary ten years ago on this very day. Today is October 18th, 2016.

 She started her diary on what would become known worldwide as “The Day”. She begins it by stating her reasons to start one: Things have suddenly become very scary. Her parent’s nightmares have come true, and the family sat down that evening for a very sobering talk.

 Throughout the book she describes her parent’s early panflu deaths, and the accidental death of her older brother. I can’t recall any details about those. But I do remember that in her extreme loneliness she lets a stray cat into her house, which leads to her downfall.

 I vividly remember the last page. It was written on her last day, where she finally realizes that she will soon see her deceased family and with her last sentence she writes, “God, I forgive you”.

After waking up from that tear jerking nightmare I realized the parallels to Anne Frank’s diary and Alas Babylon’s “The Day”. I nearly fell off my chair when I saw the Alas Babylon thread. So for me, I’ll be somewhat relieved when October 18th comes and goes. It’ll mean somewhere a twelve year old girl doesn’t have a reason for starting a diary.

jwb- thats a pretty scary dream. I have oct.18 marked on my calender by the way-I first thought about it because of a post you wrote on another thread-I forget which one now I just remember rather flippantly saying I would mark it on my calender. But that date keeps popping up in my head. The other day at work a meeting was being scheduled for the 18 and I said, before thinking, Oh we can’t have it on the 18th! Why? I don’t know….. (Fortunantly it was resceduled anyway) And last night, during the Maryland Event one of the first things I thought of was No! its not the 18th yet.

weird weird stuff.

Ok I can’t take it any longer. This is a place to express our emotions not be crippled by them.

These are dreams, they are the playtimes of the mind. When you were a child all you wanted to do was play. Why? Becaues you were learning how to act in certain situations and you would go over different scenarios in your play. Some were typical what grown ups do stuff, and some were ways you acted out your emotions. All the while trying to put them into some kind of tangible form.

This is what a dream is. For example take AnnaO’s dream. It is mostly emotions set into pictures with audio. She is angry, angry that there is such a serious threat and that no one seems to be paying attention or even understand it. Perhaps she is even experiencing a little self doubt. People are looking at her like she is crazy. She is flusterated. She wants to tell people, but they don’t seem to get it. She feels alone in her knowledge, they don’t understand her. Caskets. The potential fatalities that this thing could bring with it are hard to get ahold of, perhaps dealing with it in an abstract form of caskets not bodies. She is terrified for her children, she is doing what ever she can to provide the best for them. She is probably prepping today. She is angry at the Gvot. Who seem more concerned with the economy than the people’s best interests, at whatever cost.

AT least this is my take. AnnaO I hope you don’t mind me using this for my example. I won’t say that no dreans are “pictures of the future” I don’t know. But I do think that the majority of them are just what you happen to be feeling, so you shouldn’t let the fear get the best of you. Just look at what it is trying to tell you. Thanks for letting me bend you ear.

The day after tomorrow – at 13:37 - I differ in my opinion of what dreams are. When you have experienced bad dreams that had absolutely no connection to your everyday worries, during a calm, happy period of your life, and that these dreams come true several years later… would you say that they are just what you happen to be feeling? And even for those dreams that are connected to our daily worries (such as bird flu in this thread), I would say that a number of them have nothing to do with the mind’s adjustment to the threat of bird flu. I for one am accustomed to much dreaming, and much nightmares, connected or not to my daily life, I have a busy mind which I sometimes will to work for me at night, when the daily aware thinking process gets overloaded. In such cases, I often find the solutions in my dreams. But those dreams that come true, those that give warnings and advice, those that somehow disturb you deeply, such that you remember them for years afterwards, they’re really special, they’re just not a mind’s rehearsal of emotions or tidying up of whatever loose bits are in our lives. There’s a special quality to them. On this thread, I think we partake the very ones that are different. The others, the ordinary dreams and nightmares, are simply not those we bring here. I hope you never get those special nasty nightmares. These are a bane, not a blessing. They are so heavy to bear, particularly those that concern loved ones, to whom you might not ever even want to tell, so as not to frighten them. Well, on these words, I bid you all goodnight, ‘tis late where I live…

Sweet Dreams FrenchieGirl.

I was once analyzed by a handwriting expert who gave a talk and a lecture which was fascignating and so accurate that it was frightening. What I also learned is that cursive writing is directly associated with the subconsious. In fact if you write something a few times in cursive writing you can actually help change your own habits. I am going to try that. Sort of the old self mantra “in every day in every way you get better and better. “We are also in touch with our subconsious in our sleep. In our waking moments we have our guard up.

18 October’s significance? Well, that’s the kid’s birthday, so it’s significant to him(and us). And I have a medical exam scheduled. Beyond that, I’ve got nothing.<grin>

JWB - I’ve been waiting for your dream description for some time. Wish I could say I was looking forward to it, but the anticipation was not optimistic. I am sorry that you gave had to carry that with you for so long. It must have felt chilling when that momment of synchronicity occurred and you realized the dream fit into the current world scenario. I’m guessing you didn’t really want to share this dream, perhaps because it is so very detailed and ominous, and I thank you for doing so anyway. Lisa

Ok, I’ve never had a dream like this one before. Its not so much the dream, as what happened afterwards.

I’ve been trying to remember my dreams and write them down lately. When I woke up from this one I didn’t wanna roll over and bother with writing it down. But now its 4:00 AM here, and I’m on the puter.

The dream

I had been visiting family, and was sent to the store. It was a tiny family run store more like what you would find here where I live, not in Indianapolis where my family is. I was walking around, and an older man walked in wearing a pull overshirt with elastic at the waist and white briefs. He had what I assumed was his shopping list in his underware on his left butt cheek. No one in the store even looked twice at this man, like it was completely normal that someone would walk in to a store wearing just fruid of the looms and a shirt. Later I was telling friends, not family, about what I had seen. Laughing so bad about this little man and his underware, and these friends saw that it was funny, weird and strange. We laughed and laughed about it.

I woke up and was thinking to myself what a strange dream. Like I said before, I didn’t want to bother myself to roll over and wake up enough to write it down. So I laid there for a minute thinking “ What could that man in his skivvies represent?” Then, it was like my mind screamed at me “DON”T GET CAUGHT WITH YOUR PANTS DOWN!!”

I think the friends that I was talking to were you all here at the wiki. Thats why its now 4:05 in the morning and I’m here now writing this out. I beleive I was supposta come here and tell you all this dream right now.

off to try and go back to sleep. g-night all

“fruiT of the looms”

Not too bad for writing in the middle of the night. LOL

Lisa

You are welcome. Yes, I wasn’t going to post it, but I do feel somewhat better now that I did.

I wish I had a hard copy of that diary.

Carrey in VA- “Not too bad for writing in the middle of the night” - I hope you went back to sleep after! Lord…I’d better get my back-up heat taken care of, or my fruit-of-the-looms will be showing! Thanks!

Hi JWB, Your dream had a powerful impact on me when I read it. When was the first time that you had that dream? Do you remember anything else of it?

WEll seems my dreams of losing keys was accurate. At this mornings visit to a second hand shop bought an angel. One of Fra Angelicas, I need a guardian angel. I have a few but I think I need a squadren.

diana – at 10:58

Here are 4 Saints for protection against plague:

St. Roch

Ste. Walburga

St. Francis Xavier

St. Cuthbert

It’s 4:20 am here. Just had another ‘Ark’ dream. The rain started. Actually just a drizzle. The Ark is STILL mainly empty. The old man says we will soon be pulling up the __________. I can’t remember exactly what he called them, (and yes I could google it but don’t want to), the ‘drawbridges’ on the Ark.

I guess I’ll take the dog out and have her chase the laser around for awhile. That’s always fun.

Ducky at 2:07 Perhaps later.

gangway?

Thanks for the bump.

 I forgot about That’s Just Ducky! – at 02:07 

I don’t remember any more details other than the clock. When I glanced at the calendar I also noticed the time was 2:16 pm (EST).

There is something else about that dream that has been bothering me lately. Her parents got sick and died early in the pandemic. If her parents greatest fears have come true, panflu, wouldn’t they have been prepared to SIP? Did they make one last prep run and caught it? I don’t know.

One more detail too, in my dream it was a very sunny day, and unusually warm. The window was open and the curtains were gently moving. That’s how I knew the clock was PM not AM.

Maybe one of them had to work. Maybe one of them felt compelled to step outside and help a neighbor. Maybe dad brought in contaminated mail or mom picked up the newspaper without protection. Perhaps they were infected when they started sip.

Lisa in Southern Maine – at 17:33

Maybe one of them had to work. Maybe one of them felt compelled to step outside and help a neighbor. Maybe dad brought in contaminated mail or mom picked up the newspaper without protection. Perhaps they were infected when they started sip.

I just had a ‘revelation’, I’m still not wrong on the date,( I can’t wait for the barrage of criticism), but I am wrong on my assumption. I am assuming that her parents greatest fear was panflu. That isn’t absolutely clear in my dream to me on that. I just assumed it because of my paradigm.

What if it was something else? And that they were blindsided by panflu. What if they where blindsided by something local? A wildfire? An earthquake? Bankruptcy ?

JWB. My only thought is to be celebrating with you on the 19th…I hope. /:0)

I was re-reading CanadaSue’s story and the second wave started on October 17th?

Tom DVM – at 23:50

Thanks.

Don’t you Canadians ever sleep?

And yes I will be so happy that I am simply insane. I’ve been checking out rubber room hotels, and none of them, so far, have Pee Wee Herman’s playhouse DVD’s in stock. ;-(

KimT – at 23:54

Please tell me what you are talkig about?

KimT – at 23:54

I was re-reading CanadaSue’s story and the second wave started on October 17th?

OK what are you talking about?

JWB

Fictional scenarios Pandemic scenarios written by Declan Butler for Nature, ‘CanadaSue’, Dr. Michael Osterholm and other health care professionals

on the Wikie side under prepardness.

Wow. Talk about a computer fart. The above post at :29 is mine.

KimT

Thanks.

Very active nite dreamwise. Weather this part was pandemic or not I don’t know. Someplace like Interlaken, or anyplace with sparkling blue water and a strip of land in between. I am on a very large tour bus, with mostly strangers, except for one girl I knew 14 years ago as a newly married woman. A mix of people. Two African Americans, and a tall red haired woman with a bad overbite. It was time to depart. The red haired woman said. “I’m not going. “The young woman decided to climb up to an area that was an overlook. I tried to say,(though I was not in control) that “ it was late,” that “the bus would be leaving with or without them, and if they had any sense at all they would get on with the journey. “They just laughed. The large bus left with me on board, but most passengers stranded.I took it to be a prepping dream.

I was walking through a ward filled with people lying on cots. Not beds, cots. There was plastic sheeting around each cot, creating a little cubicle of a sick room, with open space between each for people to walk. There was even plastic on the floor. I was walking down the main corridor, which went on and on in both directions. I didn’t see any health care workers, just sick people. I couldn’t hear anything, either, although I could see the sick people making noise. I just walked along the corridor, taking in that there were so, so many sick people. At one point I stopped, turned and looked back over how far I had come and the corridor of plastic I had walked stretched on behind me. I turned back and continued walking.

It was an odd dream in that it was like I was there yet not there because I couldn’t hear any noise nor could I feel anything. I wasn’t afraid and I felt no need to fear. I was just present in that place, registering what was happening.

Although not a pandemic dream, I did dream of canned butter last night….

NawtyBits – at 20:06

I think that’s close enough. If it wasn’t for the coming pandemic, you wouldn’t have dreamt about canned butter! 8-D

05 October 2006

diana – at 11:28

what is chit?

Grace RN. When I say chit, I mean a note or peice of paper which indicates in writing or print that such an amount, say 100$ is due the bearer. Essentially a check of sorts. Sometimes it is redeemed by a cashier or an electroic machine. My dreams are not of the catastrophy that may come our way, but of preparation and alertness. Exactly what people here are doing. So in essense my mind is pre-occupied with being careful and hyper aware without being frightened of the future. One of my dreams has my mother, who was always prepared telling me to prepare with food. The other on the tour bus expressed a certain frustration with people not paying attention, not getting on the bus.(mental and physical) The girl, Cecelia was someone I liked as a person and would hope is preparing for her family, the others total strangers.

Well, just minutes away from 2:16 pm EST.

 And yes I dreamt last night and today is just too damn scary reading the news threads.

God, just not today. O.K.?

I sat down today and had a chat with my 2 kids and discussed supply line disruptions. (Food distribution was being covered by my 7y.o. social studies text.) They are BF savvy and know we are prepping and why. I also just sent a bunch of news stories off the news threads to my dh at work, which is something I never do — I don’t want to pester him, but this seemed important enough.

I just saw your post and it struck me how eerily similar it was to your dream. eeeeeeeeee.

Oh, and a relative just sent my kids journals…

Northstar – at 16:52

Is either one lefthanded?

Nope, all righties. Whew.

JWB - thing is, if today is start of sustainable H2H, we may never know. And that certainly will not mean your dream was inaccurate. Fingers crossed…Lisa

Northstar – at 18:40 Good. Last night I also saw the diary again on the table still opened to the last page. I was thinking to myself, “Great, I can pick it up and read it now and get more details.” As I reached for it, it slammed shut. On the back cover was a picture of her, I remember the Mickey Mouse watch, I haven’t seen one in years. It was on her right wrist.

Lisa in Southern Maine – at 18:51 True. But in my dream it seemed like they had seen an ‘announcement’ of some kind relating to this.

I can’t wait till midnight.

Perhaps we get one hell of a close call this time and it stops. For now.

 Fingers crossed…

I’m skeptical by nature, so I don’t usually consider my dreams to be prophetic. Normally I think that my dreams—good or bad—are nothing more than an expression of underlying hopes, fears, conflicts, or anything I might happen to be focusing on in my life at the time.

That said, more than a decade ago I had what I now believe was a pandemic dream. (I think I shared it a while back on another thread.) At the time of my dream, I didn’t think it had to do with a pandemic; it was more a general catastrophic-future dream—the first and only one I’ve ever had. As a matter of fact, in all my life, it’s one of only two dreams I’ve ever had (the other strictly personal) that truly felt like a premonition.

(And while there was a real-life disaster that probably triggered it, I always thought the dream was, for the most part, not connected.)

It all kind of started when my family and I set off from California, on a drive across the country to help my in-laws build their retirement home on an island five miles off the coast of northern Michigan. (Perfect bug-out location that; too bad they recently moved.)

Anyway, in the mid-morning hours of whatever day it happened to be, in our old Toyota van, somewhere not far from Las Vegas, I turned to my husband and said, “Wouldn’t it be weird if a big earthquake hit while we were gone?”

My husband just raised his eyebrows and said, “Hmmph!”

Well, approximately two weeks later (and two days after it happened—thanks to no television, no radio, and a newspaper a boat-ride away) we learned that an earthquake, in fact, happened. Greater than 6 on the Richter scale, its epicenter was close to our home.

A month later, I had the dream. It went like this:

My family and I were living in Michigan when the most enormous earthquake struck California. It was so gigantic—the biggest earthquake in the history of the planet—that we could feel it two thousand miles away. It took an hour or two for the waves to reach that far. It was felt around the world. And all of a sudden I was walking along a street in a city close to the epicenter. Death and desolation all around, I could see my best friend (one with whom, in real life, I’d previously had some sort of psychic contact—but that’s another story), wandering—glassy-eyed, dazed, dirty, alone, hungry, scared. Buildings were blackened, charred, in ruins. Smoke was wafting all over. What people there were seemed threatening. I ran up to my friend and grabbed her arm. “Come on!” I said, as I desperately tried to pull her away. “Get out of the city!”

JWB, it wasn’t a _man’s_ micky mouse watch was it? (feeling uneasy)

Scaredy cat, you’ve added to my general feeling of foreboding. Like you I’ve always considered dreams just the brain’s night time housecleaning; I rarely remember mine but recently they’ve been so powerful and detailed.

And I find it just so interesting that so many of our dreams here have such a striking similarity.

I finally had one last night. In the dream I had finished a remodeling project on my house and I was outside in the yard with a big wheel barrow. It was late, almost sunset and I knew that I had to get finished with the clean up because it was almost dark. I remember thinking in the dream that it was almost winter too and I may not be able to get back out here and do this for a long time, especially if the pandemic starts. No anxiety in the dream just felt normal. And this is my new normal.

Feather Pillow

Very interesting girl. Hope all things are well.

I posted the following dream on another thread mid-week and then couldn’t find this dream thread to duplicate the post. Better late than never, I guess. This is in three parts: the dream itself, what happened on fluwiki just before I posted it, and my comment.

DREAM: I’d been dreaming of Katie Holmes and then sort of became semi-lucid within that dream to ask myself why she was in the dream. As soon as I said her name, I of course got that Holmes = HOME. Before I could ask my dream-self another question about this, I clearly heard “Katie, bar the door!” and KNEW that this was confirmation of our decision to SIP. There was no sense of urgency about this [emphasis, yes]; however I did sense the overall message as the “Get Ready” part of “Ready, Set, GO.”

FLUWIKI: I was reading fluwiki, when my DH came downstairs and I immediately told him about the dream. After doing so, I turned back to the thread and read a post by waprepper that contained the following:And about the large scale quarantines - I think it’s going to be “Katie shut the barn door..” The “coincidence” certainly got MY attention!

COMMENT ON DREAM: It took me a full day to also come to the realization that the “Get Ready” part did not refer to the overall prepping, It clearly referred much more specific to getting ready to bar the door and SIP! When I fully “got it!” that changed my whole perspective! I’d sort of sat back at first saying, “Well, we certainly have been getting ready.” Now I know that we have to focus more specifically. We have now moved over to the list of things to do in the last stages, like getting certain things from storage [about 5 miles away from here], rechecking inventory for obvious holes [not enough paper towels, for example.] All in all, because of this dream, we have been working in a new way, and even seeing the content of news stories and posts here differently. I feel so grateful for this heads up.

I have been wanting to post some things for a long time, but did not because I was not sure how it would be received. But I’m to the point of not caring about that. First of-I had a spiritual experience when I was 16 years old, that changed me in a lot of ways. some time soon after I started having many “dreams, insights etc. about a lot of things. I’m not claiming that I’m psychic, but then I may be, but I’m not making the claim.-Most of the stuff I receive is during waking hours, going about my regular business and it’s like lightening striking. It’s like watching a 1 hour movie in one second and having complete understanding about it, other times it comes just before waking up and falling asleep, when my mind is emptying of everyday thoughts. Here’s a dream I had that came in the way of a report ( I keep a dairy right by the bed)- April 21, 2006 “good morning, Birdflu has arrived on the shores of North America. Even they the virus was not detected in poultry, it was identified in almost 40 species of wild birds. “=Then I saw the word, Erlanger. Looked Erlanger up on the internet and found 2 pertinant ones-one was Steven Erlanger, a correpondent for the New York Times who sometimes reports on avian flu.-Then there is Erlanger, Kentucky-they have an annual event when people from all over the country call in what type of birds they see in their back yard. Here’s another one- May 8th, 2006 Virus mutated and is more adapted to humans. that’s it on that one (Karo cluster? ) I’d like to touch on something else. I believe that nothing happens in isolation, that we are all connected. There is no thing as coincident. I remember reading a book on coincident almsot 20 years ago .I remember an account of a lab in australia in which rats were taught to run through a maze. Once they learned how to do that, other rats in other countries almost immediately learned the same trick. I don’t know why that is, perhaps there is such thing as a group consciousness etc. But I believe that once the H5N1 virus mutates, it will happen in many places all over the world-not just one place, just like the emerging problems with dengue in Asia , South America etc. The virus has learned to jump from one person to another several times. IT will not forget how to do it ! Evolution pushes in one direction and that is forward!So I hope everyone is getting ready for a pandemic-because it will happen soon. Thanks for putting up with me, Gotta cook dinner now:-)

worrywart - it wasn’t hard to put up with you! That was good reading!

I haven’t exactly been dreaming for quite some time, until recently. I am prone to what I call “psychic dreams” which usually are premonitions that come to me in my dreams or are warning me of a potential danger. I’ve had them my whole life. Often they are frightening enough I do everything I can to shut them out, so will go for long periods without having such dreams. I also will sometimes not have such dreams when I am already under a good deal of stress which with the move and all the changes I guess I have been under a fair amount of stress.

I have been trying to open myself up to my “psychic dreams” because I have sensed the need to be open to them recently. Not long after a recent visit to the town where my father spent a good deal of his youth, including a visit to the cemetery where many of my relatives on my dad’s side are buried I began having short sporadic dreams. I am not at the point where I can remember many details yet. What I can remember are things like rats, an awareness of much illness and death, fear, people hiding, cold like that of a harsh winter, dark times. There was another animal besides birds that people were afraid of, I want to say pigs, I just can’t remember for sure.

I know this isn’t much. I just know that I sensed a lot of death and fear. And the kind of cold that made even a small fire seem very precious, wether it was actual cold or the fire symbolized something like safety from fear and darkness I am not sure. I’m trying to keep myself open to these messages, I know I need to this time. I sense dark harsh times ahead.

Well, darned if I didn’t have a pandemic bee dream! I was walking along a forested dirt road in early spring; there was still a lot of half-melted snow. I noticed a funny looking lump on the side of the road and went to look at it, jumping back startled when I saw it was a mass of bees on a comb, ready to swarm. I remember thinking (in the dream) I would be smart to mark the spot where this comb was and to watch where the bees set up a new hive, in order to go back and get the honey. (In the dream, I understood we had no sugar and that honey was a rare and wonderful commodity.) I continued down the road and in a little ways was yet another cluster of bees ready to swarm, a smaller honeycomb and the dry nest of paper wasps, poking out of the snow.

That’s the end of the dream. I usually don’t remember my dreams and didn’t this one, until I read the word “wasps” in the newspaper in the morning and the dream jumped back into my head with all its details. Weird.

Bee’s, like ants, certainly prep--- colonize… and protect their young. Honey bee’s are especially cooperative as adults in organizing the “nest” to provide for the colony. Their “social” behavior is often considered as a “building block” to understanding “social” behavior. If our society should faulter or flounder, we might all learn something from the honey bee’s “social” hierarchy. Humans have “long” depended on bee’s to sweeten life. They are symbolic of death and rebirth. Beehives are the ultimate “police state.”

I think the bees - ready to swarm - represent a sleeping danger ready to break out. (Flu, of course.) What was interesting in my dream is that I was aware of the danger, but also saw opportunity. Now, I can’t see any good for me coming out of a pandemic but it is interesting to think my mind is starting to process it in such a way. I think that is a very positive turn to my outlook.

From what I understand about bees swarming, they do this following the queen to find a better hive, and for fresher honey. The colony has gotten too big, the queen too old, the quarters to small… something needs to change for the colony to survive. The bees are heavy carrying honey for the trip (swarm.) It isn’t something they just “do one day.” Scouts are sent out to find a suitable site, that has to meet certain criteria. There is preparation for the “swarm.” I don’t think the entire colony swarms.

Very interesting analogy.

Northstar – at 21:43 JWB, it wasn’t a _man’s_ micky mouse watch was it? (feeling uneasy)

No. It was little.

Paper wasps- don’t have the “caste hierarchy”. All females are potential queens.

“A Cornell University researcher has found that certain female paper wasps (Polistes dominulus), without nests of their own, “sit and wait” for an opportunity to adopt orphaned nests or hijack nests from other queens.”

“We all know people who sit and wait for others to do things for them, but who would have thought we’d see the same behavior in insects?”

“These sit-and-wait female wasps prefer to adopt the most mature nests, probably because these nests will produce workers the soonest, and colonies with workers are very likely to survive. Starks explains that once a queen adopts a nest she will eat the former queen’s eggs and young larvae and replace them with her own eggs. The older larvae and pupae, which belonged to the former queen, are allowed to complete development and may eventually help rear the adopting female’s offspring.”

 http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/1998/08/980812085615.htm

Sounds to me like there will be two types of “survival” going on.

In the shower a phrase came to me it was “Cirlce of BuraBura” or “Circle of TuraTura”. Any ideas ??

Worrywort - I wanted to share this story with you

The 100th Monkey A story about social change.

By Ken Keyes Jr.

The Japanese monkey, Macaca Fuscata, had been observed in the wild for a period of over 30 years.

In 1952, on the island of Koshima, scientists were providing monkeys with sweet potatoes dropped in the sand. The monkey liked the taste of the raw sweet potatoes, but they found the dirt unpleasant.

An 18-month-old female named Imo found she could solve the problem by washing the potatoes in a nearby stream. She taught this trick to her mother. Her playmates also learned this new way and they taught their mothers too.

This cultural innovation was gradually picked up by various monkeys before the eyes of the scientists. Between 1952 and 1958 all the young monkeys learned to wash the sandy sweet potatoes to make them more palatable. Only the adults who imitated their children learned this social improvement. Other adults kept eating the dirty sweet potatoes.

Then something startling took place. In the autumn of 1958, a certain number of Koshima monkeys were washing sweet potatoes — the exact number is not known. Let us suppose that when the sun rose one morning there were 99 monkeys on Koshima Island who had learned to wash their sweet potatoes. Let’s further suppose that later that morning, the hundredth monkey learned to wash potatoes.

THEN IT HAPPENED!

By that evening almost everyone in the tribe was washing sweet potatoes before eating them. The added energy of this hundredth monkey somehow created an ideological breakthrough!

But notice: A most surprising thing observed by these scientists was that the habit of washing sweet potatoes then jumped over the sea…Colonies of monkeys on other islands and the mainland troop of monkeys at Takasakiyama began washing their sweet potatoes.

Thus, when a certain critical number achieves an awareness, this new awareness may be communicated from mind to mind.

Although the exact number may vary, this Hundredth Monkey Phenomenon means that when only a limited number of people know of a new way, it may remain the conscious property of these people.

But there is a point at which if only one more person tunes-in to a new awareness, a field is strengthened so that this awareness is picked up by almost everyone!

From the book “The Hundredth Monkey” by Ken Keyes, Jr. The book is not copyrighted and the material may be reproduced in whole or in part.

Swarms are a natural way of bees to reproduce, so to speak, as a species. I don’t think bees think of it this way, but it seems to be the way they’ve evolved. If a hive splits and becomes two, at least one of them might survive an outbreak of disease or whatnot.

The causes are not always clear. A hive is not always overcrowded when it swarms (though the number of bees seems to be one factor (and in the spring beekeepers will often split hives that have tons of bees, hoping to prevent swarming). Bees don’t tend to swarm if their queen is young (so beekeepers often replace the queen every year hoping to prevent swarming), but if the queen is getting old, I think the worker bees will just make a batch of new queens and let one of them take over for the old queen. (Maybe Beehiver can clear some of this up, if he/she happens by.) And actually the queen doesn’t lead the swarm. One beekeeper (Richard Taylor, a wonderful writer) wrote about watching by the side of the hive, and frequently seeing the queen stumble out mid-swarm, looking a little confused and panicked.

They also often don’t know where they’re going ahead of time (though sometimes they might — I don’t know). They often just take off and can travel some distance before clustering in a tree or someplace. That’s typically when the scouts head out to find a place to set up shop.

The day after tomorrow- Oh boy-what a great story!!I’m so excited. I wish more people would catch on to the idea that awareness or consciousness is the creator of everything. We could change the world by changing our consciousness. -and it also dispells the myth of coincidents etc.-How many of you have had an idea and then talked to someone about it and they ahd the same , novel idea?-Or if someone has a new invention , better get it out there fast or someone else will beat you to it.-But it is also work to create social change and that’s what themost important.

Sorry folks, the 100th monkey story is not accurate. Its a nice story, but it did not happen this way. Read the science. Its been debunked many times, but folks still hang onto it, perhaps because it gives us hope. I’m not against hope, but we need to be realists and look at the evidence.

http://www.findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m1510/is_vNON4/ai_4436765

Cold Climate Prepper- “I’m not against hope, but we need to be realists and look the evidence” Science has never answered many questions for me when it comes to the big questions about life, it is only contributing very few pieces of the puzzle. Consicousness, awareness, the paranormal etc. have been the topic of discussion for thousands of years in many disciplines -religion, philosohy, psychology etc and there are just some things that cannot be proven by nature of scientific method itself, because it is self limiting.-That does not in any way prove that such things do not exist, we just can’t explain them yet .

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I know that it has been debunked. It is still a great thought provoking story.