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Originally Posted March 14, 2007
Friday late in the day I started feeling achy all over but figured it was due to all the boxes I've been moving around at work (spring cleaning). By the time I got home I was feeling crappier by the minute. I spent about 20 minutes on the computer then went and laid down in the living room. We started watching Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers but I fell asleep about-half way through.
I woke up through the night and my neck and upper arms were so sore I could barely move. (Purpleaura feels like this often when she wakes and sometimes comments, "I feel like I've gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson". In my half-asleep, half-awake state I felt like this was important to remember). Later in the night I woke up with my lower back in extreme pain. I thought if this keeps up, I'll need a wheelchair by Monday.
I ended up sleeping away all of Saturday in the living room. I woke up long enough to eat about 5 mouthfuls of supper and fell asleep again immediately. Later Saturday night, or more like early Sunday morning, still in the living room, I woke up with the muscle in the back of my left leg in severe pain. The pain in my arms and neck weren't as bad anymore, but my leg was almost unbearable. I woke up again later with the middle finger on my right hand numb. My hand and all the other fingers were just fine, but that one felt swollen and sore, I could barely even move it. All this time I was also waking up repeatedly either so hot BWB thought I was going to spontaneously combust, or freezing cold because of being wet from all the sweating.
I finally got up and went to bed, looked at the clock just before I lay down and it was 4:44am. I got up later Sunday morning about 9:30, started writing an email to Purpleaura and had to go lay down again. I couldn't even sit up without getting dizzy and nauseous. Although I didn't fall asleep this time, my back was still hurting as was my leg. Late in the day a strange headache along with some equally strange tingling and buzzing appeared. Just on the top of my head, about equal to the size of a saucer (the teacup kind, not the flying kind). It tapered off only last night although I still feel it if I cough or bend over, however not as severely as I did Sunday. This evening I am almost feeling normal again.
And with all that came the bizarre dreams. And one mother of a saga dream.
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Miss Scarlet’s Dream ~ March 11, 2007
It started out BWB and I were going to the car wash to clean his truck. We pulled into a parking lot (apparently a short cut) and to our left was a one-story industrial park type office building that I sensed had large bay doors at the back. The building was made of white masonry. It wasn’t exactly bricks but more of a vertical corrugated finish. It was then we realized we had mistakenly brought the car, so we had a good laugh about that, then turned around to go home and get the truck. On the way I told BWB I would rather stay home as my arms were really sore and I wouldn't be much help at the car wash (even in the dream they were hurting), so he dropped me off at home. I went to the bedroom I think to have a nap (and even in the dream I was exhausted). It didn't look like our bedroom so I’m not sure if we were elsewhere or what the deal was.
A lot of the stuff that seemed to stand out in this dream was all the same colour. Kind of an iridescent material but dull, not shiny. It looked like an opalescent multi-coloured surface with a metallic transparent coating. The colour is hard to describe, a beigy-champagne is about the best I can do.
The headboard on the bed was constructed of the beigy-champagne metal and consisted of a flat surface with 2 rounded posts on each end. The bedspread was the opalescent multi-coloured underneath stuff with the transparent metallic beigy-champagne “coating”. From now on I’m just going to say “that” fabric or “that” colour.
On one side of the bed, which was about 3 feet from the wall, there was a big pile of coats of “that” fabric. Big puffy down-filled-type coats a lot like the Michelan Man would wear, along with a couple of suitcases, also of that fabric. I wondered what all the coats were for and was I supposed to do something with them? I also wondered if we had just arrived to wherever we were because of the suitcases. I saw the bed was unmade and either I was going to tend to that, or I was going to lay down for a nap when I saw a dark green Bic lighter in the sheets. I then heard BWB come home from the car wash so I went downstairs.
BWB was with my cousin John, who is now in his early 40’s, but was only around 8 or 9 in this dream. John was wearing a grey T-shirt with a picture on it, for some reason a Black Panther (the activist, not the animal) just came to mind.
BWB announces he wants to go to church. I was still super tired and didn't really want to go, but it seemed important to BWB so I thought what the heck. With the way I feel about organized religion, I figured at the very least I could catch 40 winks. (BWB doesn't do church either so that was odd).
We get to the church and there are rows and rows of folding chairs and a man talking at the front of the room behind a portable altar. John took off running down one of the aisles, he saw somebody he knew, and BWB and I sat down at two empty chairs. They didn't look empty because they were piled high with more of the puffy coats, and everybody in the room was also holding one of the coats on their lap. In any case, somehow we knew the seats were unoccupied and sat down.
BWB sat to my right, to my left was an elderly woman and beside her was her husband. Nobody I knew. When I sat down I realized I still had a smoke in my hand and thought WTF am I doing? I can't smoke in here. I overheard the woman say to her husband "She's smoking, we should tell her to put it out". I bent over to put the smoke out on the floor and could see more of the same coats piled on the floor, and between every couple of chairs was a periwinkle blue bucket, like old milking cans. (I used to love to eat crayons and periwinkle was a favorite “flavour”). I was going to put the smoke out in the can thinking it was for garbage, but then realized it was probably to collect money later. They looked far too nice to use for garbage. I put the smoke out on the floor and slipped the butt in my pocket to dispose of later.
The sermon ended and all the people started gathering around an old popcorn popper, like the kind at a county fair or circus. BWB is with a different elderly man than the one I saw, and this was their job, to pass out the popcorn. This was also what all the blue buckets were for, people were filling them up. That machine was like loaves and fishes, the popcorn never once dwindled down and everybody got a full bucket. After everybody had their buckets full the place cleared out. BWB said he had to go somewhere with the man.
I looked around and was suddenly the only one in the room. I knew I had to get it set up for the next event. Judging by the dance floor and stage, which now replaced the altar, I assumed it was a concert or dance. All of a sudden I wasn’t tired anymore, I knew I had work to do and wanted to get down to doing it.
The curtains surrounding the back of the stage were thick burgundy velvet. I don’t know what the dance floor was made of, but it was dark and very shiny and clean-as-a-whistle. Mahogany is coming to mind for some reason. It looked very hard whatever it was. Cue-ball hard. There were no lights on the stage yet and the curtains made the surroundings dark, which made it difficult to see the floor clearly. I thought I could make out a pattern of two different colours of inlaid wood but it was hard to tell for sure. Whatever it was, it was dark but not an ominous dark.
With all the people gone I could now comprehend the size of this room and how many seats it held. I wondered if the dance floor would be big enough for all the people and the band. I also recognized the room as being the auditorium at my high school, and this was the place where everything happened. When one event ended, preparations began for the next, whether it be church or bingo or a concert.
Slowly people began sauntering in the main door, all quietly murmuring about the upcoming show. It was an odd feeling, there was excitement but a calm excitement if that makes sense. The show was important and I think people felt honoured to be there and remained reserved. I felt like they probably shouldn’t be there while things were being set up, but as long as they were quiet and didn’t get in the way, there was no harm. I knew it was difficult to stay away from the preparations because of the anticipation of the show.
Even though I was at my old high school I also felt I was at work. I think some of the people in the room were workmates. I thought I better go to the office and let the main desk know where I was in case anybody was looking for me. Just before I turned around to go out the main door, I saw a young blonde man, maybe 19 or so, very thin with long hair, enter through the stage door to the left of the stage. It looked like he was bringing in equipment so I figured he was a roadie for the band.
When I left the auditorium I saw the rest of the building was also my old high school. I went to the office and the past secretary was working there again. She was busy talking to one of the field crew so I waited for her to finish so I could tell her my message. After the guy left I wasn’t sure if she was done with what she was doing, so as not to interrupt her, I waited for her to ask me what I wanted. I then remembered she was pissed at me and would probably never ask me, so I said “If anybody’s looking for me, tell them I’m in the Aud”.
I headed back to the Aud and it looked gorgeous! The roadies had pulled back the curtains exposing an even bigger stage, ensuring plenty enough room on the dance floor. It looked like thousands could dance all at once. The stage was surrounded by beautiful lighting, not bright, but captivating all the same. Tables had been brought in and set up like a wedding. What stood out the most was, in the middle of the dance floor stood a huge Canadian flag draped around an ornate wooden pole with a brass finial. I figured it must be a Canada Day celebration.
I saw one of the band members puttering around on stage but I have no idea who it was. A man with short, curly, dirty blonde hair, a little on the heavy side, with a plaid shirt and jeans, mid 30's to early 40's. A lot like John Goodman.
It skips a bit and now the room is full, there are tons of people. I was getting tired again and wanted to go home. I wandered out the other stage door which led to a cement patio. There were planters and potted shrubs all over the place. No flowers, just shrubs. I saw a door off to my right, kind of in the middle of the patio, but it was a doorway like you would see on the roof of a building. Just a door and a little shed around it, so I'm guessing I was on the roof. I saw a woman come out of the door who looked like one of the first ladies, really dressed up, perhaps for an inaugural ball. I’m “hearing” Mamie Eisenhower. Her dress was the same blue as the popcorn pails with a gold flowered pattern. It had the same look as the coats but different colours and with a distinct pattern.
There were also lots of other people standing around having cocktails and chatting. It was a nice warm sunny day. I scoped the patio out looking around for BWB, glad he was so tall and easy to spot in a crowd, but I couldn't see him anywhere. My back was now turned away from the door I came out of, and I could hear BWB's brother James calling me. I turned around and he was half peaking out the door trying to get my attention. I got the feeling he didn’t think he belonged here but had something important to tell BWB. He had his wife with him, affectionately known as the Evil Skankoid, and an old friend of his who went by Dodger.
James was also wearing plaid. A red, white and blue lumberjack jackets and jeans. To my knowledge he does have a couple of those jackets but not in those colours. Evil Skankoid was wearing a long heavy winter coat, black with white flecks. I thought it odd to be wearing a winter coat on such a nice day, but I suppose if one has reptilian blood running through their veins, one would be chilly. Dodger had on a dirty white T-shirt, jeans and work boots, he looked like he just came from the job site.
James and I hugged and kissed hello, but the kiss was weird. We just touched the right corners of our mouths together. There was no moving of the lips and no full contact, just the corners. Evil Skankoid and Dodger left, I was surprised she didn't try to attack me, but I had the feeling James told her this was important and she was to keep her mouth shut. Now THAT would be a dream.
Next James and I are sitting on a lower level, there's a cement walkway above us and he says "check out those guys up there". One looked like a regular guy, but the other one looked just like the Spy vs. Spy guy from Mad Magazine, but a mixture of both the white and the black one. The collar of his coat was very stiff and covered his face up to his eyes, then his hat covered his head to just above his eyes, and that’s all that was visible. James was scared of these guys but I wasn't. I suggested we smile and wave at them to let them know we're on to them. He was freaking but I smiled and waved anyway, which really pissed off the spies. One of them came chasing after us but he first had to get off the walkway down to the patio level, then through the door-shed and down some stairs before he could get to us.
When he got to the door I saw he was very tall and had pointy sharp features. He was wearing a cape of the metallic beigy-champagne colour without the multi-coloured underneath layer. I think his skin was the same colour. He had a bald head and looked a lot like a cloud I took a picture of that I thought looked like an alien. And he was pissed that I was making fun of him. We decided to make a run for it, James went one way and I went the other.
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I was running down the hallway that led to the office and still really needed a nap. Right then I saw a big closet with an open door and again the floor was piled high with the puffy coats, so I dove right in. It was just like jumping into big pile of leaves only better. The coats made for a very soft landing. I snuggled right underneath them thinking this was a perfect hiding spot, I knew the spies would never find me here and it seemed like a perfectly comfortable place to have a nap. All of a sudden I realized that if I fell asleep now, I would sleep for hours and probably end up locked in the building. I didn’t want to start a big commotion over that so I jumped up and decided to go back and look for BWB again. At the exact same time, a Black woman, who reminded me of Hyde’s sister on That 70’s Show, had just bent over to pick up her shoes and grab a coat and get ready to go.
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Megalyn Ann Echikunwoke (born May 28, 1983 in Spokane, Washington) is an American actress. She is known for playing Nicole Palmer in the first season of 24 and Isabelle Tyler in The 4400.
The daughter of a Nigerian father and a Caucasian American mother, Megalyn was born in Spokane, Washington on May 28, 1983. After the death of her father, her mother raised Megalyn and her three brothers on a Navajo Indian reservation in Chinle, Arizona. Her family includes a brother, Miki.
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Man did I scare the crap out of her! She was not expecting somebody to come jumping out at her from the back of the closet. I apologized profusely but said I had to get going, so I made my way back to the patio, where I ran into James again. I don’t know what happened to the spies.
We really needed to find BWB so James asked where he parked and I said in the parking lot. The parking lot was below us on yet another level, with a hedge bordering the side facing us. We looked towards it to see if we could spot the truck and could not. I then remembered we parked on the street, so I told James I would go for a walk and see if I could find it.
I started walking towards the road when I got a really heavy drugged feeling in my legs, (which happens often). I had the same feeling most of the dream in my arms but now I could barely walk. I stumbled along the sidewalk for a bit, almost tipping over from a loss of balance. There was grass to the left of the sidewalk, not sure if it was a boulevard or a private lawn, but I thought if I walked on it, I could reach down and grab on the grass to help propel myself forward. I was clutching away at it, exhausted by each step, and not seeing the truck anywhere. I saw white trucks from one end of the street to the other, but none of them belonged to us. I was almost to the point where I just wanted to lay down and fall asleep, not caring what happened anymore, but knew I couldn’t.
I came to the conclusion BWB had to take the elderly man home and couldn’t look for me anymore, but also knew he would be back. In the meantime I made my way back to the Aud because I had to get my own fluffy coat. I was not looking forward to THAT trek. As I walked around the neighbourhood I recognized it as one I have been to often in dreams, and said to myself, “So this is where I go”. Although I am not any closer to finding out where that is. I mentioned a neighbourhood I used to live in called Bankview to James, but I haven’t looked into that yet to know where another may be.
It was an odd neighbourhood, there were quaint old homes with lots of pretty flowers and gardens, then this big parking lot and auditorium and school, and across the street from that I noticed one of those scary Beck shops. I kept on trudging forward, each step felt like my leg weighed 100 pounds. I went to the front of the Aud this time, which was a beautiful tree-lined street, only all the trees had televisions built into them. One of them was showing CNN but I don’t know about any of the others.
As I got closer to the front doors I noticed a familiar grey truck with a camper or topper on the back as belonging to my ex father-in-law. He appeared to be writing something in a log book, like he had just come back from a trip. I wondered if his wife was with him, then remembered she had passed away, but that didn’t seem to matter in this realm. I tried to see into the passenger side but the windows were tinted and the father-in-law took up most of the window so I wasn’t sure.
The end.
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In another dream the same night, I was in a room that actually felt more like a big tent, all decorated in very thick tapestries and carpets and lots of cushions. I decided to redecorate a bit, not much, just a bit, as it was already a stunning room. The cushions looked a little worn though so I decided to spruce them up. I re-covered them with a different kind of metallic material. This one was more silvery, and the colours underneath it were pink and apple green, with the same opalescent look. People started coming in saying, "Oh I love what you've done with the place". One person said it was a very subtle change but really brightened up the place. I wasn't sure where I was but I knew it was in the Middle East somewhere.
While I was laying in the living room writing these dreams down I had Cheers on. I am in the middle of writing a blog on how much TV helps me out with a lot of mysteries. Just when I was trying to think of where I was, somebody on the show said Turkey and I knew that was the place.
I was also telling a new employee at work that even though she didn't want to work anymore, she still had to fill out the government forms.
And just for the record, “Hanover” has been popping up all over the place lately.
Well, there’s a lot to speculate on in the first dream. I know for certain a lot of it was personal, but I didn’t know how to split it apart. For one, James and I have not seen each other in well over a year. Evil Skankoid and I had a bit of a scrap so he is no longer allowed to associate with me or his brother (although they meet secretly). Dodger I met over 20 years ago and I can count on one hand how many time I was in his company after that. When I asked BWB whatever happened to him, he said he’s been dead for about 10 years.
The ex father-in-law I had no problems with and he is still among the living as far as I know, his wife is not and her I did have problems with. And a recent falling out with the past secretary makes me think there’s some people in my life I still need to deal with and some who I know I dealt with as I should have.
We have slept in the living room countless times, the sleeping arrangements are adequate and comfortable. Never have I had an experience like I did last weekend and nor do I want to again
The scariest part of that dream for me was the mention of the Aud. The Buffalo Memorial Auditorium is known as the Aud. Nobody ever called it by its true name. Besides the many memories of the concerts I attended there, what stands out second is the fact the building was a nuclear fallout shelter. It was always a little unnerving having to see all the bright yellow signs riveted to the outside of the building at equal intervals while you stood in line waiting to get in. I guess if the shit’s gonna hit the fan, might as well go down with the Grateful Dead.
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Buffalo Memorial Auditorium (also known as The Aud) is an indoor arena in downtown Buffalo, New York. It hosted the Buffalo Sabres of the NHL from 1970-1996, the Buffalo Braves of the NBA from 1970-1978, the Buffalo Stallions of the MISL, the Buffalo Stampede of RHI, the Buffalo Bandits of the Major Indoor Lacrosse League, the Buffalo Blizzard of NPSL and the Buffalo Bisons of the American Hockey League from 1940 to 1970.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffalo_Memorial_Auditorium
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I heard some years ago coats represent protection. That made sense to me, so coats to me mean protection. What troubles me is, why were there so many coats?
As far as the popcorn goes, the first thing I thought of was something I read a few years ago about people craving popcorn before an earthquake. I don’t know how reliable Charlotte King is, I know nothing about her, but this article caught my attention:
There have always been, and will always be, earthquakes. Scientists tell us that you can't predict an earthquake or volcanic eruption, but that's no longer true. Through the efforts of Charlotte King who pioneered Biological Earthquake Prediction, and Chris Dodge of the US Library of Congress, a volunteer research project was born – aptly named "Project Migraine." The focus of this project was to prove, beyond coincidence, that earthquakes and volcanic eruptions could be forecast, prospective of the event, giving time, magnitude, location and probability.
It was later discovered that there may be, in addition to Charlotte, hundreds, and even thousands of other people around the world who may be able to "feel and hear" earthquake and volcanic eruptions before they actually take place.
If you walk into a room and bump into furniture or you go to pour some juice and miss the glass, or go to put sugar in your tea and end up with sugar on the table, you may be clumsy, or you may be a potential biological sensitive..
If you go to pick up your car keys or a book and drop it, and pick it up again and again it slips through your fingers, these are all symptoms of problems being caused by depth perception, which is affected by the EMF changes your body is responding to.
If you never get headaches and all the sudden you get one without any particular stress or other trigger, and then just as suddenly it is gone, watch the papers or listen to the news, and see where the earthquake strikes in 12-72 hours. Usually over 5.0 unless it is local to where you are.
Do you all the sudden crave popcorn.. you don't know why.. you just want it.. this is a definite precursor to earthquakes or volcanic eruptions... the event will hit within 12-24 hours.
http://www.viser.net/~charking/info.html
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I was not craving popcorn at all last weekend. However, last night while cooking supper, BWB heard all the crashing and asked if maybe he should take over. Absolutely everything I picked up I dropped on the floor, including a big pot of hot gravy, which landed sideways causing gravy to ooze and seep in between the stove and cupboard as well as all over the floor and oven. I repeated a quote to BWB I have said often, although not lately, “It’s a good thing I don’t work in a nuclear power plant”.
I have never considered myself an earthquake sensitive although I have seen a couple of the biggies coming recently through dreams and other means. Mostly paying attention to what others who I think might be sensitive appear to be feeling, sleep patterns, the mood of people in general and synchronicities. It feels to me something big is on the horizon.
Happy Dreams
Miss Scarlet
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