Riverboat dream - Robert Fulton

Re: The chatter

by tony g on Tue Dec 04, 2012 5:24 pm

•        Gus Who wrote: Prophecy ... That goes to insight  (seer) 
• It a gift, though those that have it study about it.  
• How can one be certain it's prophecy... Might be a better question. 
• The answer is ... That it is a feeling. (Unless of coarse, your told by "God" in waking Vision.. Like I saw "Twisted I Beam(s)" and I knew for "fact" that something was going to happen... That would start this ... Though I thought it was "soon" (I did not have the date of 911) ... It was always a feeling... (I also felt it would happen in the fall season, before November) 
• But since then, I been right and wrong on calling things. It's not science it goes to "communication" ... I guess people call it channeling... (Though I do know for fact that there is Both Good and Bad, as right and wrong sides) 
• It's like psychic ability in waking life, some people have them. There are degrees.

   You are indeed a sick person. Anyone can have visionary dreams but to claim prophecy is absolutely deplorable as it defies our Christian faith.

Re: The chatter

by Gus Who on Tue Dec 04, 2012 6:30 pm

Not if it is truth. How does it defies Christian Faith?If someone gets enough of them and tell tommorrows news today kind of thing then they should have a label that says they are prophetic, especially when one claims in the name of the one true "God" as many people get dreams that are prophetic. Though it's true many non Christian get these dreams. So it does not fall on one faith alone.
Though I don't want to be a part of your Christian Faith if the don't communicate through the Holy Spirit. When the fact is shown in the bible that one of the ways God communicates is through dreams and visions. I have heard many testimony of people claiming such visions and dreams that lead them to do things. (Both Good and Bad, But that goes into beliefs and religions)

Re: The chatter

by Naba-Daba-Doo! on Tue Dec 04, 2012 7:41pm

G Tony... maybe you should go to night school at Gus Who Prophetic Center for kids who can't see good.
Good writing Gus  those classes have really helped your reading/writing skills

I will admit it's hard to believe in some things unless they happen to you first hand. I was questioning prophecy
myself and got frustrated in trying to learn if God even used prophecy today as sometimes I thought maybe it was 
just hype to sell books and CD's. I was also tired of not understanding much if anything from some of my "spiritual dreams"

I had given up on all of it and angry saying God you'll have to prove it to me cause I don't know what's true anymore.

In the next day or two the News came out about Steve Irwin and how he died...
I totally got schooled........4 months prior I had a dream and I became Steve Irwin (had to look up his real name) I had only known him as the "crocodyl guy" In the dream I was swiming above a sting ray, it bucked up and stung me in the heart, I pulled it out as I came to the surface and heard someone yell "Steve" and I died  what I thought he was the crocodyle guy.

It's posted here in more detail under Steve Irwin but.....
if that isn't a prophetic dream.... what is?........... that's when I knew... "God still uses prophecy" and since then more
detailed prophetic dreams have come true. I don't know how else to better prove a spiritual realm when you are allowed to
transcend time and space......... I would not consider any of this if they weren't already in the Bible as abtainable
Jesus himself said "Greater things will you do"....... but like Gus says... belief comes in there somewhere...
or it might not even be shown to you.

Riverboat 

by Gus Who on Tue Dec 04, 2012 10:23 pm

 Naba- Doo - I have just been corrected as to my prophetic dreaming, I just woke from a dream .. . (I'm in my 30's  )
I just walked aboard an old style riverboat ... as I feel I am there for some kind of gathering... I see a couple couple people who seem to be schooled in this ability... as one talks about a mystic (gypsy maybe) woman who just walks on board, she mystically good looking a little younger than me, as I keep my distance and try listening in making small talk... trying to understand what is going on... I get the feeling that I am in a poker tournament of who's "ability" or something of that nature ... as different people come aboard, all kinds of cultures ... Chinese guy, Indian .. It dawns on me why I am there as i question Gazoo... the book says something about looking at what stock someone comes from... Family tree... I wake up (1:40 am  ) think mom/ dad , who there were ... 10 mins later  oh yeah "Robert Fulton" (comes from my mothers side of the family tree)

I kind of tire and going back to sleep, I think I have to get back to the casino boat... (Oh yeah Lady Luck, I wear shades 8- and my thinking cap to get tune in)  goes to west coast time
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Robert Fulton, Jr.

Robert Fulton

Born November 14, 1765

Little Britain, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania

Died February 24, 1815 (aged 49)

New York City

Nationality American

Spouse(s) Harriet Livingston

Children Robert, Julia, Mary, Cornelia

Parents Robert Fulton, Mary Smith

Signature

Robert Fulton (November 14, 1765 – February 24, 1815) was an American engineer and inventor who is widely credited with developing the first commercially successful steamboat. In 1800, he was commissioned by Napoleon Bonaparte to design the Nautilus, which was the first practical submarine in history.[1] He is also credited with inventing some of the world's earliest naval torpedoes for use by the British Navy. [2]

Fulton became interested in steamboats in 1777 when he visited William Henry of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, who had earlier learned about James Watt's steam engine on a visit to England.

Contents  [hide] 

1 Early life

2 Education and work

3 Posthumous honors

3.1 In popular culture

4 References

5 Publications

6 See also

7 External links

[edit]Early life

Fulton sculpture at the Brooklyn Museum

Robert Fulton was born on a farm in Little Britain, Pennsylvania, on November 14, 1765. He had at least three sisters--Isabella, Elizabeth, and Mary, and a younger brother, Abraham. His father, Robert Fulton, was born in Ireland and emigrated to Philadelphia where he married Mary Smith. The father moved the family to Lancaster, Pennsylvania where the younger Fulton attended a Quaker elementary school. Fulton showed an early interest in mechanical things. At the early age of 13, he invented paddle wheels to go alongside his father's fishing boat. He especially favored gunsmiths and even offered some suggestions that were adopted by the workmen. As a boy he built rockets and experimented with mercury and bullets. His friends nicknamed him “Quicksilver Bob.”[3]

He learned to sketch early on and by age 17 he decided to become an artist. His father, who had died when Robert was eight, had been a close friend to the father of painter Benjamin West. Fulton later met West in England and they became friends.[3]

Fulton stayed in Philadelphia for six years, where he painted portraits and landscapes, drew houses and machinery, and was able to send money home to help support his mother. In 1785 he bought a farm at Hopewell, Pennsylvania for £80 Sterling and moved his mother and family onto it. While in Philadelphia, he met Benjamin Franklin and other prominent Revolutionary War figures. At age 23 he decided to visit Europe.[3]

[edit]Education and work

A drawing of Fulton's invention Nautilus

He took several letters of introduction to Americans abroad from the individuals he had met in Philadelphia. He had already corresponded with Benjamin West, and West took Fulton into his home, where Fulton lived for several years. West had become well known and introduced Fulton to many others. Fulton gained many commissions painting portraits and landscapes, which allowed him to support himself, but he continually experimented with mechanical inventions.[3]

He published a pamphlet about canals and patented a dredging machine and several other inventions. In 1797 he went to Paris where his fame as an inventor was well known. In Paris, Fulton studied French, German, mathematics and chemistry. He began to design torpedoes and submarines. In Paris, Fulton met James Rumsey, who sat for a portrait in the studio of Benjamin West where Robert Fulton was an apprentice. Rumsey was an inventor from Virginia who ran his own first steamboat in Shepherdstown (now in West Virginia) in 1786. As early as 1793, Fulton proposed plans for steam-powered vessels to both the United States and British governments, and in England he met the Duke of Bridgewater, whose canal was used for trials of a steam tug, and who later ordered steam tugs from William Symington. Symington had successfully tried steamboats in 1788, and it seems probable that Fulton was aware of these developments. The first successful trial run of a steamboat had been made by inventor John Fitch on the Delaware River on August 22, 1787, in the presence of delegates from the Constitutional Convention. It was propelled by a bank of oars on either side of the boat. The following year Fitch launched a 60-foot (18 m) boat powered by a steam engine driving several stern mounted oars. These oars paddled in a manner similar to the motion of a swimming duck's feet. With this boat he carried up to thirty passengers on numerous round-trip voyages between Philadelphia and Burlington, New Jersey.

Fitch was granted a patent on August 26, 1791, after a battle with Rumsey, who had created a similar invention. Unfortunately the newly created Patent Commission did not award the broad monopoly patent that Fitch had asked for, but a patent of the modern kind, for the new design of Fitch's steamboat. It also awarded patents to Rumsey and John Stevens for their steamboat designs, and the loss of a monopoly caused many of Fitch's investors to leave his company. While his boats were mechanically successful, Fitch failed to pay sufficient attention to construction and operating costs and was unable to justify the economic benefits of steam navigation. It was Fulton who would turn Fitch's idea profitable decades later.

My Mom part 1

Beating the drum as U.C. Berkeley 

    My mother was one of three American women (Mary and Eve)  from the Red Cross  to go Japan after the bomb dropped on Hiroshima in a support of role to rebuild. She wanted to be a writer, but was an elementary school teacher.  This is a letter dated 12/26/45 as she flew over Hiroshima, it reads...

"out- he said lots have been

cleaned out already - coming into

the midst of it it's hard for us to

see where.

From the sky the ruins looked

even more extreme. From

outside of Kanoyn to beyond

Hiroshima I navigated us in a 

post in the co pilot seat up

front, map in hand, looked at 

the land below then at the 

map and the pilot radio

operator and I talked to each other 

on the intercommunication phone.

The pilot circled twice over

Hiroshima for us to see the devastation

that had been wranght there

by one bomb - Complete 

Devastation! - Seems incredible"

 Then in 1947 - 48 elementary school ...

She wrote this story in "The MARYLAND TEACHER"

MARCH - 1948 MAGAZINE

GENERAL EDUCUATION AT ITS BEST has been developed in the classes of Miss Vivian Marshall at the Mt. Rainier Elementary School. Beginning as an imaginative lesson on a colonial Thanksgiving, the project grew into a community-wide activity with national and international implications. Some of the outcomes were: learning to write letters, the spirit of giving, radio appearances, European geography, and international exchange. Even the most backward  child in arithmetic learned to add and subtract! 

by VIVIAN MARSHAL

Second and Third grades, Mt. Rainier Elementary School

This is the story of three very hungry china pigs- "Bo." "Sky-blue," and "Whitey." It is also the story of Bohars, a small fishing village in France of some 800 persons aged two months to eighty-four years, about five miles from Brest. It is the story of what the 43 children of the second and third grades in the Mt. Rainier Elementary school have done to help the families in this village. 

A thanksgiving Lesson

It all started last Thanksgiving when the children decided that they wanted to share their comparative bounty with the starvation- ridden children of Europe. They finally decided that they would like to help some of the people of France. Assisted by their teacher, they contacted the French Consulate for information on those who needed help the most

Though the Consulate and the American Aid for France Committee, it was found that Bohars was desperately in need of aid; and the size of the town made it more practical than trying to help say - all of the children of France or even all of the children in one large city. 

It was learned that the village had been occupied during the war by the Germans; and that the American boys were among those who helped to liberate it. In doing this, bombs were dropped on the town by our men and by the Germans. The town was nearly obliterated. An American Army tank, bady ridded by the Germans, stands in the town as a memorial to our boys who fell there. 

A Nationwide Search

The school children wanted to find out more about the town and also wanted to make an appeal for funds. They hoped to find men who had been in or near Bohars during the war. Over 100 letters were written by the children ( printed neatly in pencil on lined school paper ) to newspapers in the 48 states, Hawaii, and Alaska in an effort to lacate some of our men who had been there.

Nearly all the newspapers cooperated on the idea. The response was tremendous. Editors sent in contributions for "Bo," short for Bohars, the large china piggy bank which the children are "feeding" in an effort to help feed and clothe bohars. "Bo" is a very hungry pig.

Readers, though they had not been near France, sent in nickels, dimes, quarters, and "folding green" to fill this hungry pig and his family of little ones - "Sky-blue" and "Whitey." Some contributions were sent in memory of loved ones who were lost during the liberation of France. Before long, an account was opened at  the bank in "Bo's name.

A Reply From Tennessee

One of the letters received came from several American men who were there. Here is a direct quote from a boy in Tennessee: 

"Dear Peggy I was reading the peaper tonight Dect. 1 you wonted to now about the little placed in France. I was thire. I was in the Army. I donnt now how to tell you and your school frends about it. the Jerrys had all that place you were asking about. They had all the school knock out and the church too. The Jerrys eat there food they could get thire hands on. The RAF Bob Torn the place in to bits but the German had so much equepent that it took us a long time to save the people from harm. The German burn thire crop of wheat and corn. It was a nasty job for us to run the Jerrys out. It was a chamb (shame) to see women and kids crying for food an a place to sleep. I meet a little girl about 8 years old over thire. She was so weak she could not speak a word. I took her to compound and she was took care of like the others. Peggy the mearest I can till you about it. I hope this will give you an ide (idea) how it was. Love Mr Edward Kincy." 

From another letter:   "where the people live in Bohars and the other villages surrounding Brest I cannot say. With the bomb damage there does not seem to be room for the people. Whole families live in garages. The people are simple, religious and poor but hard working."

Help From Alaska

One of the warmest response came from Alaska. the children in the fourth grade of a Juneau school sent in $5.70. It was money they had collected for a Christmas party. They decided to send it to "Bo" for Bohars instead of exchanging presents this past Christmas. An Alaskan ex-Army man sent in $5 stating that, though he had been in the war six years, he had not been in Bohars. "However," he wrote, "I am so happy you kids are trying to help the kids in Bohars." 

The "Mayor" of "Indiantown," as Miss Marshall's room calls itself, wrote the Mayor of Bohars exlaining what her room hopes to do for the village. Bohars' mayor sent a list of families who comprise the small town and through this list the youngsters will be sure each person gets his individual gift. 

The Voice of America has sent out four broadcasts to Europe telling of the widespread response this Children's proj- 

               ect has received; and most of the District of Columbia, Virginia, and Maryland radio stations have broadcast news stories about the children's work.

    General Eisenhower, General Marshall, Mrs. Roosevelt, President Truman, Drew Pearson, and Elmer Davis are among the notables who have written letters of encouragement to Indiantown. Also Bob Hope, James Stewart, Bing Crosby, and Shirley Temple sent in contributions to "Bo" along with letters commending the work these 7 and 8-year olds have done. 

   The children's hope was that by February 14 contributions of money, food, clothing, and toys would be large enough to materially aid the villagers in Bohars.  One of their greatest hopes was that other schools throughout the country would borrow the idea and would adopt a small devastated European town. As one letter to the children in Miss Marshall's room states: "The Americans here at home ... realize little the hardships that the French underwent, and still are undergoing. Villages were ransacked to such an extent that in many cases the villagers kept only the clothes that they had on their backs. Their livestock was taken. Their homes destroyed." 

                         Hagerstown Depot

   One novel development in the campaign, and a source from which additional supplies have been forthcoming, was the establishment of a "depot" in Hagerstown. Mr. Edgar Berry of Hagerstown became highly interested in the "drive," interested to the point of arranging with Hagerstown officials for the establishment of a collection depot for Bohars. Hagerstown sent a huge quantity of clothing to Mount Rainier for Bohars.

   The project, started by the children of the second and third grades, soon snowballed into a school-wide and a municipal project. The Mayor of Mount Rainier proclaimed the last week in January as "Bohars Week," and, with the help of the service clubs, churches, Boy Scouts, Fire Department, Police Department, and other organizations, a collection was made through the town on Friday night, January 30. the following day, the school children, braving near zero weather and slippery street, paraded through the streets of their community in their campaign to aid the French fishing village of Bohars. 

    Pulling decorated wagons and sleds, all loaded with gifts and food for the French town which was badly damaged in the war, the children marched, and sometimes ran, over the nearly two-mile route through Mount Rainier. The parade was climax of the "Bohars Week" project. 

    Last Thursday the American Aid for France Committee opened wide the doors of their New York warehouse to house our contributions for our "adopted village." Our contributions included 40 barrels of clothes, 122 boxes of clothes, 8 barracks bags of clothes, and 178 boxes of foods (over 2 1/2 tons ). Because the children felt that the people of Bohars were very special friends of theirs, they wanted to do something special for them; so they decided to adopt individual French friends to whom they would send belated Christmas presents. 

 From the Mount Rainier Post Office on the fifteenth of February almost 300 individual packages were mailed to Bohars. Also, there were some larger boxes that contained a present for each man, woman and child in the village for we didn't want anyone to be left out. The packages contained such things as a bar of soap, a few candles, toothbrush and toothpaste, a towel , a toy, pencil, paper, crayons or maybe a can of of candy. We also sen $160 to New York that food might be bought at wholesale rates. The International Red Cross will distribute the fruits of our collection to the people of Bohars. 

  Our contributions are on their way to France, but we haven't forgotten Bohars. We expect to hear from them very soon and hope to correspond for some time with our new friends. Because of the Bohars' project, our community is more important to us and we shall soon set out to explore it and to learn more about it. 
        

My Mom part 2

This is when she retired from teaching. 

Here is a part of a letter my mother teletype to a professor at Cal. Berkley that I have tried to piece together and others...  that highlights some of here Red  Cross /and she taught US military elementary school children 1-6 grade in Berlin for families station in Berlin close to the fence line, though she said the Russian guards were friendly 

     

    Dear Mr. Ravers;                                                         December / Berlin     1950

     A new year always make me take stock ... of things - - - and of the people who have done so much... past - - - A deal of good water has churned around in a number of seas since I took pen in hand or typewriter to task to send you my best wishes, but as the end of this middle mark of the century dawns. I become cognizant as never before of a fraction of my failings. 

November 1950 brings with it a kaleidoscope of memories collections of things of sight, sound, smell, taste and feeling - -- not the kind of things with tags that one would likely to recall - - but flashes back to momentary impressions that become imbedded somehow. 

1945 - - the first, first hand sight and feeling about war - - real war - - the lived in and through kind - - Pier 6 -- ' 'twas no pier at all - - a skeleton of hulls and masts of war torn steeds in the heat, dirt, destruction and deprivation that was Manila.

- - - the typhoon, tossed mud that as Okinawa and the first Marine Divisions crosses row and row. 

- -  a group of lonely guys in a bare, bitterly cold barracks in Kanoye - - tough guys begging  for news of home as they awaited the approach of December 25th - - tears coursing unashamedly down battle bruised faces as the sweet clear notes of the untarnished voice of a gal from home obligingly sang one request after another and ending with a White Xmas - - no prima-donna ever had the thunderous heartfelt applause that Mary did as that group swallowed and smiled their thanks. 

- - Xmas in the air and the prettiest tree I shall ever see stood propped in its fullest dead twig height between dirty craft teletype machines in-route to Japan,glittering with torn bits of paper rosy with the glow of nail polish and precariously balanced by the grace of well chewed gum - - - and the Christmas feast spread out on the ground beside the still warm plane as we drank hot, dusty cokes (the crew's most prized possessions - - in a world where the coin of the realm were mere baubles on a string) - - - as we toasted the Yuletide and the future we looked out upon the gray world of destruction and rice paddies.

   and being kidnapped that same Christmas Eve by a gang of guys that wanted a bit of talk of home - - - guys who promised to feed us - - - it had been o many hours since we had last had a taste of food - - - many hours later and by almost super human efforts they managed to produce some very dead fried eggs and hunks of bread - - - not a festive fare but we swallowed it gratefully and graciously - - - when we ever be more important guests at a banquet which represented the best that they had - - not .... But given in full 

.... and now across another pond lies a world in which life was real, and life is earnest, and the coins of the real are precious bits of bauble that melt to fast to bother to string. 

   My daily life is concerned with something as American as the penny, hot dog and Statue of Liberty Inc. American kids in a foreign clime, kids who have experienced much, seen more, the Blockade, Operation Vittles, they have been fed and kept warm for months by that life line of planes constantly take ing off day and night, they've ridden foreign trains, admidst knapsacks, wicker suitcases, clucking hens. They've had the thrill of ocean voyages and foreign flights. They have lived in the Hans Christian  Anderson Germany of pint sized fräulein s herding waddling web footed fowls through cobble stone streets. They have spiraled their way on foot to the top of the worlds highest towers, viewed cathedrals by the score years ago royalty held court. 

    In the Alps they have joined in songs sung by yodeling groups of rucksacked natives, equipped with canes picks and climbing ropes. They have seen in the moonlight and at dawn the lovely white Lady, the pearl , the aloof, towering, domineering work of nature who sits serenely while wisps of fleecy clouds play gracefully around her shoulders. 

  They have seen the White Tower and felt some of the fascination she holds for those skilled with rope and picks,  who climbing to the heights look down on the village of chalets where cows and sheep ample through the streets in herds early in the morning with their tonal bells clanging as they climb to their day's pasture. 

 They've seen Southern Italy and Naples, land of the orange, olive, grape and the beautiful blue bay with its good size town nestled close to the shore with the night lights forming a necklace for the throat of the bay. 

They have seen this and multitude more- - - and more they have felt- - destruction, poverty, starvation,  bitterness,  envy, oppression. They are proud and happy that they are Americans (and not I hope, smugly so) They have learned to Parly Vou and Sprecchhen 

My Dad

Fiscal cliff dream

 

 Dark Magic in the hills...

by Nephilim_Sancti on Wed Jan 02, 2013 11:01 am

http://dreammoods.com/dreamforum/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=114542

As long as I have been visiting this site, this is the first time I've noticed the forums!! lol... anyway... I had this dream last night:

There was a cave on a grassy hill. Inside were five people doing a ritual. They cut off the tips of their thumbs into a bowl of water, poured sand and oil into it and then each one took a drink.

As disturbing as this image is, I felt no fear... just very strange.

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Re: Dark Magic in the hills...

by Gus Who on Thu Jan 10, 2013 12:30 am

It's the way the government solved the fiscal cliff issue. It's not like anyone had a say, if they did not pass it, then everyone would be going over all at once to fight. 


The deal is also chock full of goodies for corporate America, including millions for NASCAR and Hollywood, and billions to extend overseas corporate tax breaks and other loopholes.

Joplin dream

   Here is a dream I had prior to Joplin, and some chatter following up to the event.The times and days are wrong by the dream site, but this is some of  the conversation

Train dream Tornadoes 

 http://dreammoods.com/dreamforum/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=77790&p=374911

by Gus Who on Mon Apr 18, 2011 1:02 pm

I had a dream last night about a lot of people that were being abused by what I thought look like a demon ... and I just watchd the news and saw a sign of a football showing another start of a killer storm coming ... as the dream started out with a little of this stuff and I was trying to figure what this dream means all day... as the end of the dream was a fighter jet toss out a football... which just click with me (I am sorry about this not well written dream post... but it look like a train kind of weck ... but think it is a line of tornadoes...

--------  I uses another Alias named Batman, so I don't get caught. 
-Re: dreams that forshadow  http://dreammoods.com/dreamforum/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=26098

by Batman on Thu Apr 21, 2011 12:36 pm

I too had a dream on the 18th that I posted in mystic in which I interpreted that a powerful storm is coming and do major damage ... like a train tornado as it was bigger and more powerful than what hit
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Too Many Storms

by Naba-Daba-Doo! on Sat Apr 30, 2011 9:20 pm

 http://dreammoods.com/dreamforum/viewtopic.php?t=78676#p380627

I was hanging around in a small bar, like at an airport or strip mall, the owner seemed to know me on friendly terms. I was aware that I was not very well dressed, had let my hair grow long and not shaved. Most people would have thought I must be pretty messed up or into drugs to look like that. But I was just hanging loose with no one to impress, but now it was time to go.

The owner even came over to ask how I was doing just to make sure I was really OK... I said, “I’m fine. I have to go get cleaned up” (like my little vacation was over) “and I have to go check on something.” As I stood up I saw myself in a mirror. I was a little surprised because I looked pretty good, better than I thought, but not even sure it was me.

He was taller, with longer, dark curly hair. A bit rugged but cool looking, he was handsome and could have fit well into some movie scene. He was wearing a heavy darker coat. Leaving the bar I went upstairs to the second level. Somehow the thing I needed to check on was part of this meeting as something had come up.

(OK, I know this is quite a jump but the setting was on clouds above the earth)
I was watching as two little girls came back from playing somewhere, up to me and some other person who seemed to be coordinating this meeting to help resolve this issue to be taken care of. Apparently the two girls (they looked like normal kids but I knew they were spirits) they each had very tall crystal containers of some liquid that had been theirs to play with. Somehow the combination of their two elements together was powerful and quite by innocent accident, they said sheepishly... “We made too many storms” and for proof they said “We didn’t even use it all.” Some of the liquid was still in the bottom of one of the elaborate clear crystal bottles. It also seemed that they were quite new at being spirits.

As I left there, I saw a very large dark figure approaching the girls. Somehow I knew he had been stalking them, he was a dark spirit and had been waiting for such an opportunity.

Then as the scene changes, I hear the dream narrated like a story, something like. “Who will protect them like only a mother can” and then I am on the second level above the bar where I thought I was going first, but now I was watching this young woman awkwardly fumbling with some kind of gun to shoot the evil man about to attack the girls on the open ground floor below. (Now I’m in what appears to be a real life situation) and as she’s still fumbling with the gun. She was reaching through the bars of the open balcony railing with both hands, trying to hold and aim the gun at the same time. and I hear the same words “Who will protect them like only a mother can?” It was the only thing she had and now I could see why it was a bit difficult for her. It was a flare gun and she had never used one before and it seemed like a very long time waiting, hoping almost with her, to get the shot off. --- I woke up before she did.

In the dream I had the sense that the girls were not her kids but something like this had happened very recently to her. She had to do something to keep that from happening to them.

Any thoughts on this one??? Naba
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Re: Too Many Storms

by Batman on Sun May 01, 2011 3:24 pm

Sounds like you were at cloud 9 airport bar with the owner in good spirits wanting to look good, as we always see ourselves in very good shape on top of that cloud... you know that is where one goes just to get away. I see this is a lucid dream as you like to make yourself look good, even when your being a bum as you sit around thinking your so witty being nitty- naba with those signs

But to be honest with you. This sounds more like a moderator thing as your being asked ... what?

Two little girls who are spirits ... they said sheepishly... “We made too many storms” (these are the kind of jokers and riddlers I have to deal with a lot of times in my dreams... as you know there up to something... and you find yourself at the Butt end of the joke) ... so be careful (I am being honest here)

Okay this statement is about you... It also seemed that they were quite new at being spirits.... as your going to make mistakes... Like something is brewing.

Well it reads... “Who will protect them like only a mother can” ... Well I see you are somewhere looking at what is about to happen another storm... I would say Gazoo tight when a sneeze happen... as you might be peeking here ... "I am on the second level above the bar"

Well buddy to be honest with you I have to say it sounds like mother nature here and I had the feeling that demon dropped that last Jet/ football (as I saw that more as a warning sign)... maybe you have to fire the shot?

Do you think something might be coming or are you to worried about your looks??? 

The 2011 Joplin tornado was a catastrophic EF5 multiple-vortex tornado that struck Joplin, Missouri in the late afternoon of Sunday, May 22, 2011. It was part of a larger late-May tornado outbreak sequence and reached a maximum width of nearly 1 mile (1.6 km) during its path through the southern part of the city. It rapidly intensified and tracked eastward across the city, and then continued eastward across Interstate 44 into rural portions of Jasper County and Newton County. This was the third tornado to strike Joplin since May 1971.

A total of 158 people were killed by the tornado and over 1,100 injured. It was the deadliest tornado in America since 1947.

Here is a the time of Chatter as the date is changed for some reason but the tornado just struck as we talked a little about what was going on ... http://dreammoods.com/dreamforum/viewtopic.php?t=77849

by Naba-Daba-Doo! on Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:20 am

Even smart  people used to think their world was flat.
then they felt the earth  move under their feet
and they saw the sky come a tumbling down (their small world view)
They thought they had everything figured out, all catagorized and stable...
untill... everything SHIFTED 
What?!? it's Not just East, West, North and South?!?

Now we have to worry what's around the corner... a whole new dimension... the other side

Batman, quit peeking...  that's cheating

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by Batman on Thu Apr 28, 2011 9:14 am

Yeah I know but the corner I was peeking around was the devil's! But it is like I have my own area code 511 but no place to sit if you get my picture.

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by candice_m on Thu Apr 28, 2011 3:02 pm

HOLY SHIT! Batman! Your dream!!!!!!!!!!! 

Naba-Daba-Doo!

The 2 of you. You have no idea what you've tapped into and how synch-y it is with the crazy shit I've been experiencing this week with the Elias material. 

The dream, the words you chosen to use, OMG!

I have screen shots of your posts! I don't have time to respond, but I will tomorrow. DAMN!
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 by Batman on Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:52 pm

Dice, sounds like your on a roll - Alfred and I had tapped Gazoo juice a while back, and I had to much of the moon shine and went batty. Well I have a lot more reading (or skimming) on Elias... as I can relate to some of that stuff, so yeah I get the 511 but let's keep this Shift of us being in a twilight zone here to this little "mental ward" and under the radar as i was already kick out of Bedrock, and I already locked myself up in my bat cave... and the news of the day has made me feel real sick ... as I watched Katrina news for days.
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Alfred is Fred Flintstone and he was trying to build a Time Space Contimuum machine before I went batty.

Colorado / Washington earthquakes 2011

This was an old dream about...  EARTHQUAKES

EQ start of world split  

http://dreammoods.com/dreamforum/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=86944&p=424709&hilit=#p424709

By Gus Who on Mon Aug 22, 2011 4:20 am

...The dream kind of catches my attention when I am told I have 3 tickets for going 1600 miles ... as I start moving really fast like a beam of light. 
  I am abel to see this invisible level up in the cloud as I leap backwards into the other side of the world in one second... I then feel like I am pulled up to this level and see 8-12 darker skin of middle age in a room as I feel like their my brothers and sisters, like we are a team or group all there for the same cause. (maybe emergency meeting as I think about it) as we greet each other dream skips... 

Then I find myself in a room with a whole bunch of dirty laundry like it needed to be cleaned. Dream skips...

I see a invisible latter coming down from the invisible layer at cloud, in which I can climb up and down... Dream skips..

I find lying flat down on the ground with my ear and eye sight, listening on my childhood imaginary steal the flag line that had no fences or trees but a wider road as I feel and listen to an earthquake and I see a hair line crack form straight down this imaginary line ... as the EQ gets stronger I can see the crack go longer and start opening up to an eight of an inch ... It woke me up.

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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia The 2011 Colorado Earthquake was a magnitude 5.3 (M_w) intraplate earthquake that occurred on August 22, 2011 at 11:46 PM MDT (05:46 UTC). The epicenter was 15 km (10 mi) west northwest of Trinidad, Colorado, and 290 km (180 mi) south of  Denver, according to the United States Geological Survey (USGS). It was the largest natural earthquake to affect Colorado for more than a hundred years.

The 2011 Virginia Earthquake occurred on August 23, 2011, at 1:51 pm EDT (17:51 UTC) in the Piedmont region of the US state of Viriginia. The epicenter, in Louisa County, was 38 mi (61 km) northwest of Richmond and 5 mi (8 km) south-southwest of the town of Mineral. It was an intraplate earthquake with a magnitude of 5.8 and a maximum perceived intensity of VII (very strong) on the Mercalli intensity scale.  

The earthquake, along with a magnitude–5.8 quake on the New York–Ontario border in 1944, is the largest to have occurred in the U.S. east of the Rocky Mountains since a quake centered in Giles County in western Virginia occurred in 1897, with an estimated magnitude of 5.8.

The quake was felt across more than a dozen U.S. states and in several Canadian provinces, and was felt by more people than any other quake in U.S. history.

These two quakes were about 1600 miles apart on the 37° Parallel line. I was in the Bay Area. I did not know Japan EQ was also on this line, until I looked at this web page...
http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread744296/pg1

Please forgive my spelling and grammar.