Where to begin. There’s been lots going on of late, too much for one blog that’s for sure. The new faces that have started showing up in dreams lately have me a bit concerned because they’re not friendly people. Others I’ve been dreaming about are perfectly wonderful people but come with certain forewarnings. On the whole things aren’t looking good.
For starters, I’ve had two dreams this week featuring the person at work of Pakistani origin who turned up in the dream on December 25th of last year. In that blog I stated something must be up in Pakistan, hope it’s nothing bad. Two days later Bhutto had her fatal encounter with the sunroof of her car. This person, who I will refer to as Grace, just happened to be in Pakistan on that fateful day. She also happened to be in Turkey during the worst earthquake that country’s ever seen. There’s a list of other close calls during her travels hence the unease when she makes an appearance in the astral.
On October 28th Grace and I were having a lovely chat about dreams and other things. She mentioned she had a dream that week about making a cake. I said, “uh oh, cake dreams aren’t good”. She asked why so I related Purpleaura’s dreams and experiences with cakes and earthquakes. Grace seemed a little sceptical or maybe just apprehensive as she was leaving for Vancouver the next day. I explained it’s become so commonplace with Purpleaura that I’ve started to refer to earthquakes as earthcakes.
I’ve had a fair share of cake dreams too and although I know there’s more to them that I haven’t quite figured out yet, to me they represent earthcakes first and foremost. And I can’t forget the very first dream I had about Grace, (within days of meeting her), involved her bringing me a piece of cake.
A half an hour after that conversation the 6.5 hit Pakistan.
The night of November 25th or the morning of November 26th, I dreamt Grace came to my house to borrow some allspice. In waking life I spent that entire day in the middle of nowhere Alberta, (at the request of Grace). I did not listen to the radio and heard no news. I decided instead to restart a book I began a while ago called the Delphi Oracle but after 20 or so pages never got back to. That seemed like a good day to read a book.
Part of the book deals with an autistic child who draws pictures of the future. This is of great interest to me because TabithaToo also draws pictures and at least one that I know if has turned out to be about the future. She drew some pics for BWB and me a short time ago and told her mum to make sure to tell us she wanted to draw us an elephant but didn’t know how. If it was important for TabithaToo to tell us that, then most assuredly something is up with elephants. As it turned out, the very next day a baby elephant died in the Calgary Zoo. However I still think there’s something more to it but haven’t quite deciphered what.
“Coincidentally”, the girl in the book drew a picture of an elephant as well as a picture of the Taj Mahal. After arriving home from my trip the very first thing I did was email Purpleaura to tell her about the dream. I mentioned I thought Grace must be fixing to bake another cake and spices always make me think of India. I’ve since learned allspice does not come from India but that’s not really an issue. Unless something’s up in the West Indies, Mexico or Central America.
I then went on to tell her about the book and the pictures and some other freaky stuff I won’t get into now. After that I checked the news. So I’m shown a dream of the woman with Pakistani ancestry and relate it to India and now look what’s going on. Little freaky.
WASHINGTON – U.S. officials are worried about a possible surge in violence between India and Pakistan after the attacks in Mumbai. To ease tensions, intelligence officials are searching for clues that might identify the attackers even as Indian officials claim "elements in Pakistan" were involved.
As for elephants, according to Wikipedia there are three living species, the African Bush Elephant, the African Forest Elephant and the Asian Elephant also known as the Indian Elephant. I know I think of India first when I think of elephants so maybe that’s what TabithaToo was indicating as well. And again I can’t help but think of the animals fleeing for high ground just before the Boxing Day quake and tsunami, specifically the elephants. I distinctly remember thinking at the time I certainly wouldn’t want to be in the path of a herd of elephants running for their lives.
The phenomenon was also noted by media sources in Sri Lanka in the 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake. It is possible that certain animals (e.g., elephants) may have heard the sounds of the tsunami as it approached the coast. The elephant’s reaction was to move away from the approaching noise—inland.
After emailing Purpleaura and checking out the news, I went to a forum where I saw this story:
updated 5:08 p.m. MT, Wed., Nov. 26, 2008
JAKARTA, Indonesia - A man was trampled to death and a home destroyed after sixteen wild elephants rampaged through a village on Indonesia's Sumatra island, officials said Wednesday.
Villagers in Aceh province's Cot Pangee tried for days to scare away the elephants, yelling and making loud noises, but the animals instead became more aggressive, said Andi Basrul, of the Conservation and Natural Resources Agency.
Over the weekend, one elephant trampled to death a 30-year-old man and a group of 15 animals destroyed a house and tore through several acres (hectares) of farmland Tuesday, he said.
In the same dream as Grace and the allspice, JC also made an appearance as he did in the Bhutto dream. His presence came with a coffee reference, also an indicator of earthcakes in my books. In the dream he came to our house and noticed a flyer rolled up in a coffee cup having to do with The Family of Man statues that tower over the lawn of our school board offices. Apparently I had given him a ride home and we got on the subject of the statues, then I got home and found this flyer in the mailbox which I rolled up and put in the coffee cup. He looked at me strangely when he saw it but said nothing. I said “I know, how weird is that?”
Just for the record, even though I’ve seen these statues a million times, and even though they are extremely cool, just as a person who lives in New York probably doesn’t even notice the Statue of Liberty anymore, these have pretty much the same effect on me. I do recall my aunt telling me about them when I first moved here and the controversy they caused being naked and all, but other than that they’re just statues. They do look a lot like some aliens I’ve seen in dreams though, which made me question why everything I read about them stressed they were human figures. Interestingly I just learned they originated in the UK which is where Purpleaura just happens to be at the moment.
Family of Man / Armengol Sculptures Description
Visitors to Calgary will be stopped in their tracks as they wander past 515 Macleod Trail East. The Aremengol sculptures - Family of Man, are towering, skinny figures of humans all holding hands that loom 6.5 m / 21 ft above.
The Armengol sculptures known as Family of Man by Mario Armengol was originally commissioned by the British Pavilion of Expo 67 for the celebrations and following the event was purchased by Robert Cummings on behalf of the City of Calgary. The sculptures are in front of the Calgary Board of Education buildings. The naked, raceless, expressionless figures are excellent subjects for photography and the lawns nearby are a pleasant place to relax.
Considering the terrorists in India targeted American and British residents, and Purpleaura has yet to get home from the UK to America, I’m a little concerned about that. She too has a long list of close calls while travelling which is why her and Grace should never ever travel together. Add my sister to that list as well. You want Armageddon? Send the three of them on a holiday together. Of course I don’t really believe they’re the cause of any catastrophes, more like their spirits are required when disaster strikes to guide the victims to where they need to be.
On to the next dream where the creepy blonde haired woman made her first appearance. I don’t think it really fits in with this theme but since she turned up again last night her origins should be noted. In this dream she was accompanied by an Asian woman who’s been featured in three fairly recent dreams so far, all equally quacky.
November 23, 2008
I was sitting in the back seat of my car in the parking lot at my place of employment doing some work. The parking lot wasn't the one at work now but a much bigger lot that appeared to be near another place I worked ages ago in an area called Bridgeland. I looked at the clock and it was 12:02 so I thought I should go back up to the office and see what was happening for lunch.
All of a sudden the Chinese woman from the other dreams was sitting in the front passenger seat. She was wearing a black and white striped shirt that reminded me of an old-fashioned mattress. I asked what she was doing there but she wouldn't answer, she just stared at me with a blank look on her face. Just then a tall blonde woman came to the car and was trying to get in the driver’s side so I got out and asked what she was doing. She said they had lunch in my car every day. I said WTF? You eat lunch in my car every day? She said yes. I said how long have you been doing this and she said about a year. I asked how they got in and she said her boyfriend owned a car dealership and he could get a key cut for any car he wanted. I was pissed and demanded she give me the key but she wouldn't. She walked away and headed for her own car. I yelled to her that she better tell her boyfriend I was going to call the police.
The Chinese woman disappeared and I took the car somewhere else. I went up to the office and thought I should talk to a work mate first before I called the police because he knows so much about cars. Next I'm in my office and decide to go for a smoke. I was walking down the stairs and met up with another work mate who was smoking in the stairwell and I thought that was strange since he doesn't smoke. I followed him down the stairs telling him what had happened and found I had gone too far down, (the basement of our building is not accessible without a key so nobody ever goes down there). But I had followed him to the basement anyway for some reason.
While talking to him I realized that if the blonde woman had her own car why did she say they were eating lunch in my car every day? Plus I usually go out for lunch in my car so this didn't make sense. I said to the man I found it weird that not once had I found any crumbs or any other sign that somebody had been in the car. You would think over a year's time they would have spilled something. That was when I decided they didn't eat lunch in my car but were there to plant a bug.
Next BWB and I are in the back seat waiting in traffic (don't know who was driving). I felt we were on a local road named Brisebois Drive. All of a sudden we see this big grey car, like a BMW sedan, backing up super fast. I said wow is he ever going fast for reverse, I hope nobody pulls out in front of him. Just then the car ahead of us pulled out and I thought uh oh, they're going to hit. The BMW clipped the car then spun around towards us and I thought again oh no, he's going to hit us. He did but just barely, I didn't think there was any major damage at all, maybe just a small dent at the most. It was weird though because I felt the movement of the car being hit in the dream.
I looked out the back window and saw another car full of people. It looked like a cartoon version of a VW Beetle but it was crammed with people who were all screaming and trying to get out of the car. BWB and I decided to get out and see what was going on.
I found myself beside another big car with an open trunk and a guy who looked like Scott Baio in his Happy Days days. He was getting things out of the trunk to take care of the accident. I assumed he was a mechanic since he was dressed in greasy coveralls and looking for tools. He also had a smoke in his mouth but I noticed it wasn't lit. It had been lit but had gone out, you could see the end was a little burnt. That's all I remember.
The very next day as I was leaving for work I heard a car coming down our street sounding like it was going a little too fast for a residential road. When I looked up and saw tail lights coming at me I thought WTF? Number one why is he going so far and so fast in reverse, and secondly why did I dream about this? Since I left for work earlier than usual that day to grab a car wash on the way, I can only surmise somebody was trying to show me if I had left at the regular time I may have been involved in a crash. And I still haven’t figured out why so many dreams lately involve me or somebody else smoking. Maybe they’re telling me it’s time to quit but why are people who don’t normally smoke, smoking?
Ok, now for this morning’s festivities.
It started out where the HR Coordinator at work, who I’ll call Bunny, asked me if I wanted to take a road trip with her to Vancouver. I said sure. Suddenly we're in an office and we have to fill out a bunch of ballots or something. There were little pink note pads about 5 x 4 inches (with writing on them that I don't recall), sitting on a receptionists-type desk. At the desk were 3 stools. I knew one was for Bunny and one for me but didn't know who the other was for. This is when I noticed the blonde woman who was planting the bug in my car sitting on a bench or a pew next to the desk.
I sat down and tried to fill out the ballots but my pencil lead kept breaking and I couldn't. I thought they all said the same thing but I looked at a few under the first one and realized they all said something different. Again I was smoking away, there were a couple of ashtrays on the desk and I wondered if it was ok to smoke in BC. I asked Bunny if smoking was allowed and she didn't know, she said there's ashtrays there so it must be ok. I saw the room filling with smoke and thought the other people (where they came from I’m not sure) would not be happy about it so I stopped.
Next we're in a big hall that looked like a church. There were a group of seats in the middle slightly tiered and full of people. Out of nowhere came a parade of hundreds of people walking around the seats in a circle. They weren't saying anything, just walking around and around like some sort of ritual. They resembled zombies, not creepy looking movie type zombies but the type of being with nothing in their eyes. Soulless.
I asked Bunny what we were doing here and she got the creepiest smile and said "Don't you know? This is the night of the dead". I could see the blonde lady standing off in the distance and knew she could hear us. She had the same creepy smile. I thought to myself that must be the woman Bunny discusses the paranormal with (in waking life I couldn’t tell you if she discusses the paranormal with anybody).
I wondered if she meant All Souls Day which is November 1st but I knew it was past November 1st. I was thinking it was the 2nd but I don’t know what month. I decided this felt too cult-like and even a bit satanic. I think the people walking around created some kind of vortex where the spirits could come in. They then inhabited the empty shells of the soulless.
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I didn't think summoning all these spirits was at all a good idea. Somebody was surely going to be possessed by an evil demon. I didn't want that person to be me so I got the heck out of there.
Next I'm in a big building by the ocean. I don't know what type of business it was but apparently I worked there. One whole wall was missing and that side of the building faced the ocean. Purpleaura was behind me telling me things I don’t remember. I said to her “we work here?” She said “yep”. I said, “Do you realize we could have been going for a swim and catching some rays on the beach on our lunch break all this time?” I had no idea we were so close to the ocean until she showed me. At that point I got a quick flash of my bathing suit which is navy blue and fuchsia.
There was a rock formation that began at the building and jutted out over the ocean. It was like a long ramp with an arrow-shaped tip at the end, which I somehow knew was pointing west. I walked out onto the point and noticed a crack just before the tip so I jumped on it to see if it was sturdy. It was. I looked down into the water which was crystal clear trying to see if I could find a shark. I could see all the way to the bottom and although I didn't see any sharks I spotted some cube shaped structures under the water.
Next we're on the beach and people are running out of the water towards the building. It was weird because they were all saying something and I could see their mouths move but no voices were coming out. It wasn't because it was noisy or anything, they just had no voices. One girl, who reminded me of person I know from Australia, was running on what looked like the top of the water which had me a bit confused but then I saw there was another one of those structures underneath. This one wasn’t a cube but more like a long thin walkway made of concrete. She was very blonde and very pale, her skin was almost translucent and she wore a pale pink bikini. I looked right at her making eye contact and she mouthed "the point broke". Apparently that's what everybody was saying and the reason why they were all running out of the water towards the shore. I said to Purpleaura, "Oh crap, I shouldn't have jumped on it, now I've broken the point". She replied, "No you didn't, it was ready to go anyway and you jumping on it had nothing to do with it".
Somewhere along the way somebody asked me if I'd been in both oceans and I said, “yes I have, I was in the Atlantic some years ago”, so I knew this was the Pacific.
We went back to the building and now it has a wall and two people were folding some red carpet over what was remaining of the rock ramp. It's like the carpet was always there for this purpose as they were expecting the point to break some day. The carpet wasn't seamed though, one side overlapped the other side by a couple of inches and you could see the underlay which I thought was shoddy workmanship.
Next I'm walking home and go past a house that doesn’t exist in our neighbourhood that's quite big but fairly dilapidated and made of nothing but wood. No siding or bricks or anything else, just wood. I saw a guy in the back yard who played Dr Joel Fleischman in the TV show Northern Exposure. I yelled to him “Hey Dr Joel, I didn't know you lived in this neighbourhood. It must be popular for TV stars because (somebody who I don't remember) lives up the street”. He said he loved it here, he got treated well. Then he said his name wasn't Dr Joel, it was Neil. (In waking life his name is Rob Morrow).
We went inside the house and it was also in a state of disrepair and construction. He was building something in the kitchen, I have no idea what because it was just bare framework, standard 2 x 4's. He was on one side of the frame and I was on the other and he was going on and on about his manager and how he never got him any other roles than Northern Exposure and now he was broke. He seemed really pissed at the guy and had some sort of vendetta against him. I got the feeling he didn't really want any company and here I just barged into his house so I thought I better leave.
All of a sudden Grace is there and I said to her "did you know Dr Joel lives in our neighbourhood?" He said again, “I'm not Dr Joel, my name is Neil”.
I told him I would stop bothering him and got ready to leave and that's when he handed me some weed and papers to roll a joint. Although he didn't say anything, I knew this was his way of telling me he enjoyed my company and wanted me to stay. Up until now he had been pretty much living like a hermit and nobody came to visit. I looked at the pot and it kind of looked like weed but was shaped like a mushroom cap covered in fur. I wondered if it was really peyote.
Grace starts freaking out asking us what we're going to do and I said we're going to smoke a joint. She said you can't do that and she got all agitated and pulled her jacket over her head so as not to take in any of the fumes. It was a light windbreaker in pink and blue. I said to Dr Joel maybe we should go outside so this doesn't affect Grace and he agreed. I told her I don't do this on a regular basis but obviously Dr Joel is distressed so I'm going to partake with him to make him feel better, and I would appreciate it if she didn't tell anybody at work about this.
We went outside and sat on the lawn in the back yard which also had a slight downhill slope. Dr Joel didn’t want anybody else to see him so he wrapped a quilt around his head and body to hide his face, similar to the manner of Middle Eastern women’s wear. I don't know if we ever did smoke the peyote because now we're in Grace’s car, all three of us in the front seat. I said to her, "I didn't know this was your car". I thought she had a white Toyota but this was a brand new blue car.
It felt a bit cramped with all three of us in the front seat so I suggested I sit in the back. Now we're in a white truck and Dr Joel is in the back seat still wrapped in his quilt. We drove down a country road and all of a sudden these wild and exotic animals come into view. There was a drinking hole and some of them were gathered around that, others were lying in the sun, some were eating the grass. I don't remember what kind of animals they were but I think there was a giraffe and maybe some emus. What stood out was the gigantic golden lion with a mane like I’ve never seen before. Definitely his crowning glory. He was huge and just roaming around checking everything out, obviously the one in charge of this zoo. I kept saying to Dr Joel, "check out all the animals, look at that lion, isn't he cool?", in an attempt to cheer him up.
We kept driving and went past a person who had a bunch of puppies and I was looking out the window at them. One of the puppies jumped at the truck and somehow latched onto the passenger window. I don't know if it was partially open and he was hanging onto the glass or if he just stuck to it. At first I tried to push him off, for some reason I thought it was pitbull puppy and he was going to attack us. Nothing I did could knock him off the window and that's when I realized he was really a pug dog. Then I asked myself why I was trying to knock this dog off, it would surely be killed as we were going pretty fast and I didn't want to kill him. I grabbed hold of him and brought him into the truck and was cuddling with him and showing him to Dr Joel and that's when I woke up.
In the Bhutto dream there was also a man smoking a joint so that was kind of weird.
I looked up Dr Joel and the first listing takes you to a MySpace page of a person who has India and the UK listed. Not sure if that’s where people put their location or what but that’s what it says.
I wondered when I woke up if the 2nd referred to November or December, all I knew is it was past All Souls Day so I wondered what they were celebrating. It wasn’t until I started putting this blog together did I realize the time in the blonde woman bugging my car dream was 12:02. As I’ve stated in earlier blogs, I don’t like to try and foresee any precise time or date for anything but odd that date or a representation of it came up in two different dreams so close together. Scott Baio and his wife had a baby on November 2nd, 2007. The pregnancy started out as twins but one was miscarried and the other born prematurely. She was due in December. Maybe that has something to do with something.
After emailing Purpleaura this morning I did a little looking around and found this post on a forum. Having read this particular poster for a few years I can verify her hit rate is fairly high:
Date: November 29, 2008 at 12:41:20
Subject: lion attacking vision
Vision of large male lion making vocal threat and then attacking. Usually means Tr'st attack in my visions. It appeared to be close at hand, in the next few weeks.
Not sure what’s up with Chachi. Does he love Joanie or not? One interesting thing is he allegedly belonged/s to the Young Americans for Freedom.
History
1960's
About 90 young people at the Sharon, Connecticut estate of William F. Buckley, Jr. gathered to lay the groundwork for a new national conservative youth organization. It is here that Americans for Freedom is born and our statement of principles, the Sharon Statement, is drafted.
"Adopted in Conference, at Sharon, Connecticut, on September 11, 1960."
IN THIS TIME of moral and political crises, it is the responsibility of the youth of America to affirm certain eternal truths.
I don’t know about anybody else but this looks to me more like a blueprint or recipe for the future than a mission statement.
IN THIS TIME of moral and political crises, it is the responsibility of the youth of America to affirm certain eternal truths.
WE, as young conservatives believe:
THAT foremost among the transcendent values is the individual's use of his God-given free will, whence derives his right to be free from the restrictions of arbitrary force;
THAT liberty is indivisible, and that political freedom cannot long exist without economic freedom;
It’s hardly a secret the economy’s in the crapper, and so shall go the rights and freedoms?
THAT the purpose of government is to protect those freedoms through the preservation of internal order, the provision of national defense, and the administration of justice;
So what’s internal order? I interpret it to be a following of rules amongst those in power. Fair enough, good thing to defend.
To protect the money (which according to the first point equals freedom), you damn well better have one whoop ass army. And if you have to employ the most horrific and gruesome torture imaginable in the name of justice, so be it. As long as we have those three things we feel safe and content.
Well Young Americans for Freedom, it’s been over 40 years since you began the crusade, have you accomplished what you set out to accomplish? Is there internal order? No there is not. There is internal fellowship but it’s not the same thing. You’ve definitely got your whoop ass army, do you feel safe? Did you feel safe on the 41st anniversary of your club? What exactly did your army do for you on that day?
But wait, the next point provides for a government gone wild:
THAT when government ventures beyond these rightful functions, it accumulates power, which tends to diminish order and liberty;
"Tends to diminish". Yes, that’s a delightful way of putting it.
THAT the Constitution of the United States is the best arrangement yet devised for empowering government to fulfill its proper role, while restraining it from the concentration and abuse of power;
Ya think? How ‘bout “It’s just a goddamn piece of paper”
THAT the market economy, allocating resources by the free play of supply and demand, is the single economic system compatible with the requirements of personal freedom and constitutional government, and that it is at the same time the most productive supplier of human needs;
All hail the money. So how’s that market economy working out for you now?
THAT when government interferes with the work of the market economy, it tends to reduce the moral and physical strength of the nation, that when it takes from one to bestow on another, it diminishes the incentive of the first, the integrity of the second, and the moral autonomy of both;
Can you say bailout?
File this under nothing will ever change. Those goddamn pinko commies always have been and will always be enemy number one so don’t even try to get along with them.
THAT the forces of international Communism are, at present, the greatest single threat to these liberties;
THAT the United States should stress victory over, rather than coexistence with this menace
Well some of the intentions sound honourable and I’m really not ragging on this group’s members. If they could protect some of these concerns it would be a wonderful world indeed. Still I can’t help but feel somebody saw this coming, (more like planned it), and put it out there for the world to see like they always do. Except we don’t notice until after the fact.
I don’t know why I was shown Chachi in the dream but he led to this and really this is not all that interesting. It’s not the first political group for youngsters and won’t be the last. And it’s not the only group with similar ideologies. It’s mildly intriguing their mission statement mentions all that financial market stuff and how important it is to keep the government separate from that. And it’s interesting I just happened upon it when the market is taking a dive and the government is intervening. The date of their inception coinciding with the very same date that changed the US forever is a little more captivating, but since nothing can be done about any of it, why the dream?
Also interesting is being shown Chachi as a youth, not the middle-aged man he is now. I think that’s what bothers me the most. Political youth groups. What was the name of that really famous one? Hitler Youth? No worries then I guess.
On the other hand Chachi was cleaning up the mess in the dream but from what I’ve read about him these days he’s not much interested in anything other than bagging famous actresses. Maybe he needs to reverse his current lifestyle and get back to trying to save the world.
While we’re talking about actors, I haven’t a clue where Dr Joel came from or why he wanted to be called Neil. I did watch Northern Exposure on a regular basis and it was a favourite to be sure, (although Dr Joel was not the most endearing character). It could be pointing to Alaska or maybe his current role on Numb3rs as FBI Special Agent Don Eppes.
NUMB3RS (pronounced Numbers) is an American television show produced by brothers Ridley and Tony Scott. It follows FBI Special Agent Don Eppes (Rob Morrow) and his mathematical genius brother, Charlie Eppes (David Krumholtz), who helps Don solve crimes for the FBI.
I’ve never seen the show but I did like this quote. I don’t know who it’s attributed to or if it’s merely a line from the show:
We all use math every day; to predict weather, to tell time, to handle money. Math is more than formulas or equations; it’s logic, its rationality, it’s using your mind to solve the biggest mysteries we know.
I would not be averse to smoking peyote. Anything that our indigenous people use in healing is perfectly fine with me. I don't know why we stopped using natural products in our health care in the first place but if TPTB took it away you can be guaranteed it is nothing short of a miracle cure. Plus a doctor prescribed it so what the hey. Perhaps this was a personal message and I should be looking at what it heals.
In addition to psychoactive properties, Native Americans used the plant for its curative properties as well. They employed peyote for treating such varied ailments as toothache, pain in childbirth, fever, breast pain, skin diseases, rheumatism, diabetes, colds, and blindness.
Peyote is known to have been used since the middle of the Archaic period in the Americas by the people of the Oshara Tradition. Two specimens of peyote buttons found in archaeological digs from a site called Shumla Cave No. 5 on the Rio Grande in Texas were examined with radiocarbon dating and alkaloid analysis in 2005. The results dated the specimens to between 3780 and 3660 BC, while alkaloid extraction yielded approximately 2% of the alkaloids including mescaline in both samples. This indicates that native North Americans were likely to have used peyote since at least five and a half thousand years ago.
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I told BWB the dream this morning but forgot to mention the girl from Australia or anything to do with Australia. While I was typing that part of the blog he blurted out something like “Wow that is one weird looking rock”. He had been touring around Google Earth and was drawn to Ayres Rock for some reason. And although he’s seen it a million times he’s still fascinated by it. He said he measured it from the tip of the arrow and it was so many metres. I said what arrow? He showed me that if you turn it around it looks just like an arrow head.
Now that I’ve speculated on some of the other aspects of these dreams, the last thing on the list was looking up December 2 in history.
While thinking about coffee and tsunamis the Napoleon blog came back to mind as I mentioned those things in that blog. I also spoke about it in the December 25th blog because I was shown in that dream to look at the Napoleon blog again. The main theme of Purpleaura’s Napoleon dream was martial law. And December 2 was quite an important date for the little guy. In 1804 he crowned himself Emperor of the French and in 1805 was the battle of Austerlitz, one of his greatest victories when he defeated those aforementioned Ruskies.
On December 2 in 1930, under the category Great Depression, Hoover asks congress for $150 million to stimulate the economy.
In 1942 the Manhattan Project initiates the first self-sustaining nuclear chain reaction.
In 1943 a Luftwaffe bombing raid on the harbour of Bari, Italy, sinks an American ship with a mustard gas stockpile. Numerous fatalities (though the exact death toll is unresolved as the bombing raid itself caused hundreds of deaths too).
That sounds suspiciously like the chemical tanker that was hijacked by Somali pirates just yesterday.
In 1976 Castro became president of Cuba
1988 Bhutto is sworn in as Prime Minister of Pakistan
Also in 1988 Bangladesh saw the worst cyclone in 20 years, killing thousands.
In 2001 Enron filed for bankruptcy on December 2nd.
Interesting day indeed in the annals of history. Or did this just happen? Did we do the time warp again? Man am I messed up.
Pass the peyote please.
