APRIL, 2002


4-1-02 - (just remembered the end of the dream)  My son Bill was sent on a mission on a bicycle. Part of the instructions was to take 'NORTHWAY'.  I asked him if he'd like me to drive him. He gave me a dirty look like he was saying, "Oh Mom! Give me a break, will you?"   :-)

My husband was driving the car towards home. I couldn't see out of the windshield. It was a triangle shape on on his side. All I could see was red sunlight flashing on the road like at sunset.

We pulled into the driveway and up into the yard. There were people sitting around like we had just entered a hospital emergency room. There was a man all bandaged up, sitting at the top like on a bunk bed.

There were sign all over - one said ' CONFIRMED DEAD' , one said, 'METPHYS - German documents missing', another one said. ' 1 million singers in Heaven'


4-1-02 - DREAM - This dream was so much like a normal workday, it hardly seems worth writing down, but it must be important.

To start with, I was hired by a very tall dark-haired, thin woman to be an apartment manager. The entire dream takes place at a series of desks in a public lobby, more like a hotel would be and I was surrounded by lots of people the entire time.

A couple of men came in, salesman types - one blonde and one dark-haired. The entire dream centered around them trying to make passes at me and me parrying back and forth with them, sometimes sarcastically, but always assertive and clear repartee, which surprised me how good I was at it.

The blond man asked me to write down a name and phone number and I didn't have a proper pen or piece of paper. I was attempting to write 'Barbara Simpson' on the paper.  (She's a news reporter on the radio) I never did accomplish that task no matter how many different pens or pieces of paper I tried.

At the end, the blonde man said, "I'll bet as soon as we leave here, you are going to run out of here on a date!"

I assured him that I wasn't dating anyone.

As they left, a blonde woman who was sitting on a stool next to the blonde man, reached over and shook my hand and thanked me for being so kind to them and I got the strong impression that she was the blonde man's wife, who had just been making a pass at me.

The blonde man, when he reached over to shake my hand turned his hand over and said, "Touch my third finger," which I did and he shook my and limply. I saw that he did that with a male person also. That was very strange.

As soon as they all left, I was sitting at my desk with all these other people, when two of my longtime girlfriends, both blondes, tall and slim, came in.

The tallest one, who was wearing a pink dress was stunningly beautiful, asked me if I had gone downstairs to the machines to get anything to eat yet and I said, "No!"  She said, "Well! I have money and I'm going togo down and get some red hot hearts. (Candy)

My friend Barbara (not the same Barbara as earlier mentioned) who is shorter than the other girl, but has gorgeous blonde hair, almost down to her butt, was also there and said she had a bag of money and needed something to eat too. She asked me if I had eaten any red licorice lately.  (That is from a dream from last month, about a woman's diet being cocoa cola and red licorice. She was very ill and bedridden)

I answered, "No! But I have a bag of money and I'm starving. Why don't we all go out to eat at a real restaurant?"

And I suddenly realized - us three women had just made a date and I had turned down two good looking guys for a date to go out on a date with two beautiful women.

Besides that, if those guys saw me at the restaurant, they would think I had lied to them.


4-2-02 - DREAM - It was almost 9 p.m. It was dark outside. I was sitting in the front seat of a car between two other people - a guy on my left and a woman on my right. We were waiting for my college class to start.

Two minutes before 9, I decided to go to the library bathroom first. I got out of the car and went to the library across the street.

I entered via a stairway which went down. The stairway had a newspaper on it, which I and another woman were pushing down the stairs ahead of us. The newspaper announced the meeting of a sorority of which I was a member - PHI KAPPA KEY.  The meeting was going to start at 9 p.m. and the women were arriving while I was reading the notice. They looked very much like myself.


History of the Phi Beta Kappa Society

There are many Greek letter societies on America's college and university campuses; some are social fraternities and sororities, others are honorary societies. The oldest and most prestigious of the honorary societies is Phi Beta Kappa. It was founded at the College of William and Mary on December 5, 1776, a date shown on the widely recognized Phi Beta Kappa key, the symbol of membership. Chapters were then established at Yale, Harvard, and Dartmouth, all in the 18th century, followed by Brown, Amherst, Williams, Columbia, and Cornell in the 19th century. The first West Coast chapter was formed at the University of California, Berkeley, in 1898. The key worn today by new initiates differs little from the key designed in 1780 for the members of the chapter at William and Mary.

The charter for a chapter at Santa Clara came along much later, in 1976, coincidentally the bicentennial year of the Society. It was the 222nd chapter to be established and the 11th in a Catholic University. Santa Clara is the only Catholic university west of the Mississippi to "shelter" a Phi Beta Kappa chapter. "Shelter" means that chapters are not granted to institutions but to Phi Beta Kappa faculty at those institutions. This distinction has some significance. There are currently 262 chapters at the more than 3500 American colleges and universities.

Although the primary purpose of the Phi Beta Kappa Society is to recognize and honor graduating seniors (and a few very select juniors) at America's best colleges and universities, the Society provides to members a number of opportunities after graduation for enhancing their intellectual and social lives. In addition to chapters on campuses, there are Phi Beta Kappa Associations in virtually all major population centers in the country where Phi Beta Kappa members can gather for a variety of cultural and intellectual activities. The Northern California Association, centered in the San Francisco Bay Area, has a full schedule of meetings, lectures, concerts, visits to literary and cultural sites in the area, hikes in the mountains, and so on. In addition, the Associations sponsor scholarships for Phi Beta Kappa members, and give awards to students for achievement and to faculty for outstanding teaching. These are just a few Association activities, largely drawn from the program of the local Northern California Association.

Nationally, the Society sponsors the Mary Isabel Sibley Fellowship in French and Greek Classics, the Romanell-Phi Beta Kappa Professorship in Philosophy, the Sidney Hook Lectureship, and a number of awards for distinguished books: the Christian Gauss Award, the Ralph Waldo Emerson Award, and the Phi Beta Kappa Award in Science. In addition, it sponsors a Visiting Scholar Program that sends outstanding scholars to campuses with Phi Beta Kappa chapters, to lecture, visit classes, and enhance the academic environment of numerous colleges and universities throughout the year. The Phi Beta Kappa Associates, a select group of Phi Beta Kappa alumni, also sponsors visiting lecturer programs around the country. Further, the Society has in recent years sponsored institutes for teachers to further the quality of liberal arts instruction in American high schools.

Phi Beta Kappa publishes a lively newsletter for its members, The Key Reporter, and a general interest journal, The American Scholar, which you can find at most well-stocked newsstands and bookstores.

Many members of Phi Beta Kappa have influenced the direction of the United States: Former Presidents Bill Clinton and George Bush are members. Theodore Roosevelt earned his Phi Beta Kappa key at Harvard; Franklin Roosevelt did not, though he was later awarded an honorary membership. The first six American recipients of the Nobel Prize were all members of Phi Beta Kappa. The list of eminent members goes on and on, from John Quincy Adams and Daniel Webster, to Woodrow Wilson, Charles Evans Hughes, and Hubert Humphrey, to Ida Tarbell and James Branch Cabell.

The Phi Beta Kappa Key

The Phi Beta Kappa key is a widely-recognized badge of academic honor. The present standard key, except for its smaller size and for the lower stem added by the branch at Yale, is substantially the same as the original medal of the Alpha of Virginia. On the obverse, the medal bears the Greek letters Phi Beta Kappa, the initials of the Greek words: Philosophia Biou Kubernetes, "Love of wisdom is the guide of life." In the upper left corner three stars symbolize the aims of the Society; Friendship, Morality, and Literature. A pointing hand in the lower corner symbolizes aspiration. On the reverse, the letters S P represent the second motto of the society, Societas Philosophiae. Below them is engraved the historic date, December 5, 1776. Above them the name of the member is often inscribed.


4-2-02 - DREAM - I was living in a house that was in process of being painted. The men did the work on a Saturday.

The following Monday, a beige car pulled up to the house and a whole family got out and stood on the sidewalk , while the teenage boy came up to the door and offered to work for us for $5.72 per hour. I told him to come back the following Saturday if he'd like to help paint the house. I knew we were paying our regular painters $7.72 per hour. But the boy's parents were all mad that they couldn't just sit around, waiting for Saturday. I told them I understood that, but if the boy didn't have anything to do on Saturday, he should come back and he could work for us.

On Saturday, the painters came to work, bringing their whole families, kids and all. We let the little boys into the house to play. (There were no girls) (These families were all black skinned or at least dark brown - no white skinned people)

The little boys, who had never been to our house before, were overwhelmed at the amount of toys we had. There were so many colorful cars and trucks on the stirs, we had to push them off the stairs ahead of us as my daughter and I went down the steps.

One little boy decided he wanted to play in the game room, while the rest of them stayed with us to the main toy room.

We had to go through the babies toy room to get there, which was wall to wall baby toys, We knew it was wise to keep the baby toys separate from the bigger boy's toys.

Following that, my husband and I were driving down the street, going east and I suggested we stop at his friend's house because he had a car to sell and I needed a car of my own to drive, rather than always driving with him.

He made a wide sweeping curve up over the sidewalk and across a big empty parking lot and parked behind a large building.  Then we got out and went inside.

This place was like a used car waiting room. We couldn't see any cars from here, but they had a listing of available vehicles. I didn't want to pay too much but these prices were ridiculous.

The vehicle at the top of this list was a Monte for $2. I looked at it closer to see if it was a Monte Carlo, but it wasn't. It was a 22 seater bus. I wondered if I could drive a 22 passenger bus around hilly roads and decided I couldn't.

The next car was a "T" and that one was $37.

I thought these vehicles were way too cheap and thought about what might be wrong with them for being so cheap.

Then the salesman came in and wanted to know why we needed a car.

I explained that my last car had been wrecked and I just wanted to buy another one. He flatly insisted he wanted to see my old car and fix it. I knew I didn't have it anymore, but he kept insisting I couldn't just buy a new car unless the old one was fixed first.

I asked him how long that would take. He then pulled aside a curtain and showed me two levels of people standing in ques, waiting for new cars.

It looked like they were standing, packed almost like sardines in a double-decker pullman train car with curtains pulled aside for the day. There were thousands and thousands of people standing there, waiting for new cars to be available. 



4-3-02 - DREAM - I was living in an apartment in a city. My daughter came into the room and said she wanted a new phone line brought in so she could learn the Hmong language. That was done and then a little girl came in and my daughter was trying to teach her to speak English. I suggest that they teach her the colors first and yellow would be the easiest.

We had a record player there and someone suggest there was probably a secret message hidden on the record if you played the center where the words were printed - or if you put the needle in the outer groove. We didn't hear anything but noise.

I added a Christmassy 5 pointed star decoration to the arm of the record player and when it played, it made a ticking noise  then someone suggested we add a second one and it would be playing jazz or something like that. I can't think of the exact word.

I couldn't teach something I didn't know, so I decided I would pretend I was tired ands at on the sofa. Soon, everyone else did the same thing. But we couldn't stay there forever - we would have to feed all these people.

So I went to the kitchen and saw that the dishes had all been washed and stacked in the sink - they were all crystal bowls it seems.

My daughter-in-law Debe was next to the counter, stacking logs that were quartered lengthwise, from a tree that was cut down outside.

I pulled my ex-husband aside (Ed) to ask him what we were going to feed these people because they were going to stay overnight.

I had already figured out that one man was going to park his car in my Father's garage, since my Father was out of town and the other woman there could park her car crossway on the apron of the garage. it would form the letter 'T'.

So then everyone was wandering around the house, waiting to be fed and Ed and Ii had to discuss what kind of food to fee them. So he suggested we ride the elevator to get privacy.

I discovered we couldn't call the elevator from this floor but we were lucky when a delivery man was coming down from an upper floor and the elevator door opened. I held the elevator door open for him while he brought in the cart.

As I was waking up, while on the elevator, I was stirring a huge pot or cauldron of soup with orange and green woven squares in it and the fluid itself was greenish - like split pea soup.

Anyway, we were going to have pizza delivered.


4-3-02 - DREAM - I can't recall many details of this dream. It took place on an upper level and was about something political. At the end, this political entity was represented by a circular piece of cloth or something which I crocheted around to make it tighter within the surrounding squares.


4-3-02 - SPIRIT MESSAGE 11


4-4-02 - DREAM - (This was not what I would call a people dream) I was being taught how to change history. If I didn't like how certain things went, I went back and erased certain portions very carefully so as not to change anything around the event, but just that one thing. So, everything else went on as normal except that one event was altered so that as time went on, that particular aspect would be different than it was going to be.


4-4-02 - DREAM - This dream was similar except that I was working with people and making decisions for them to alter what was going to happen to them. For example, there was a British singing group of 4 guys. It wasn't the Beatles, but a group like them. They all had identical short frizzed hair so I suggested they wear their hair differently, not all the same.

Outside, the drummer was sitting in the back seat of a car. His name was Patrick something. I saw the groups name on the Marquee of the building but I can't remember what it was. It was anyone I knew. But the drummers hair was longer, so I wished him well in his concert.

In an earlier scene, I had died and the people who were supposed to cremate me in a brick oven, took my body and did something else with it,, and I just stood there and laughed because they weren't hurting me; I was above them, watching and laughing because they weren't really doing anything to ME. I was above it all.

NOTE: There was a recent event just like this where a crematorium buried all the bodies instead of burning them - there were 339 of them.

After I wished the drummer well, I crossed the street and entered a different theatre. There were two entrances. One entrance on the right was for the musicians. They had to jump into their doorway and slid down into darkness.

But, the actors walked into the left entrance and walked down a sloping ramp to the stage. As we passed by an office, I saw a woman inside who looked a lot like me, but her dress was darker than mine. I wondered if she noticed me going by and how much I looked like her.

As we got down to the stage, I woke up.


4-5-02 - SPIRIT MESSAGE 12


4-5-02 - This sounds mythological - DREAM - I was in this large building or house and was asked to take care of an infant. This was for an older couple who were royal. This was their only child.

They also had 3 dogs. The dogs were about 12 to 14 inches tall, with long fur, but they weren't identical. They had different personalities. One was brownish and had a gentle personality, one was darker brown and had a little more aggressive personality, but the black one, became almost vicious when he didn't like something.

I was told that if he went into attack mode, I should beat him down with a stick. the stick they gave me looked like wood, but it wasn't hard like wood, it was more like a woven cloth and was about 4" across and 2 feet long.

I was told too that this baby's skin was so sensitive, it couldn't wear diapers like other babies, he had to be wrapped in swaddling cloth that was coated inside with buttermilk. This wasn't regular buttermilk though, this was hand-made from taking soft butter and whipping it with enough water to make a buttery froth. This is what the baby was fed as well.

It came time to change the baby and I lay him down on a square chair that had a greenish piece of cloth on it, with gold threads woven in it. I had to get the buttermilk to use for the baby, so I carefully made sure the baby couldn't roll off this pedestal-like chair and turned to leave the room.

In front of me was the 3 dogs and 3 other little animals - which could have been crabs or frogs, but they left little trails of brown doo doo all over the floor. I turned around again and the baby was on the floor crawling towards the animals and the doo doo.

I was in a dilemma now, if i took the baby with me to get the buttermilk so I could wrap the baby in swaddling clothes, I wouldn't be able to beat off the vicious dog. If I ran tot get the buttermilk and the swaddling cloth, I could beat off the vicious dog, but the baby would crawl through the crab/frog doo doo.

I decided to go for the latter and go fast, so I ran from the room to retrieve the buttermilk and swaddling cloth and when I turned back, I had to go past the 3 dogs again to get back to the baby.

I wasn't too concerned about the 2 lighter brown dogs, but the 3rd dog, the black one, was hanging on the door, with claws outstretched and fangs bared. He looked more like a wolverine now than a dog.

I had the stick I had been given and I had to whack him and whack him and whack him to get him off the door before I could get back into the room with the baby.

As soon as the wolverine/dog fell off the door, I entered the room and woke up.




4-6-02 - INDIA DREAM - I cant remember enough details about this one. It seems that India and the U.s. were like two clouds in the sky or two thought bubbles and they couldn't get together for 7 years.


4-6-02 - DREAM - (What are the chances I would be dreaming about 7 UFOs coming in making a noise like chirp, chirp, chirp, at the exact same time a flock of birds was flying past my window and waking me up making a noise like chirp, chirp, chirp.  Why wouldn't I dream of 7 birds instead?



I was supposed to meet my daughter-in-law Becky for dinner. I got downtown and I as rather leery of the neighborhood. I was hoping that people in the stores would be watching out for my safety - just in case.

I stopped in the corner bar to see if she was there. The bartender must have been alerted that I was coming. I didn't know him, but he recognized me, probably from description. He said that Becky went t the jewelry store.

I left the bar and and went to the jewelry store, which was like next door. There was Becky, picking out something new to wear. From there we went to a restaurant which was like next door to the jewelry store. We are going to get just a hamburger.

I don't remember eating it.

From there I was driven to an apartment building in what seemed like a big round car that seemed to be all windows. I realized I didn't have my seat belt on, so I looked up to my right and the seat belt seemed like it was a black ribbon. I pulled down the end, which just had a simple gold hook on the end. After I hooked in the seat belt, then the driver who seemed to be Norbie from Conscious Development; he hooked on his seat belt as well.

He drove me to my apartment building. I don't know what happened to him, but I went upstairs to my apartment. I lived in apartment 11, which I think was on the 3rd floor, though it might have been the 4th.

It seemed like only women lived here, but the maintenance men were male.

I was going to be moving from one apartment to another and decided I would do the laundry to get ready to do that. All the towels were white and as long as I was going down to the basement I gathered the white towels from the other women as I went down the hall.

The elevator was busy with other people going up and down, so I walked down the stairs. Along the stairway, were numbers on white round stickers. Some of them were coming off, so I picked them off and took them with me to throw away in the basement.

I also met some young black women on the stairway who begged me to fight to get my job back as manager. I promised I was doing that.

I got down tot he bottom of the stairs, but it was confusing here. There was a piece of gold tubing for a stairway railing and it seemed that the stairway went on down into the darkness and I knew that wasn't where I wanted to go. I met a Chinese woman here and she warned me not to go too far down. I realized I was already too far and climbed back up to the next floor and that was the basement.  The Chinese woman was able to go outside from that level - it was ground level which was below the basement of the building.

Here, on the way to the laundry room, I met T.M. (the teacher) who was one of the maintenance men. I told him I was on my way to the laundry room to wash the white towels. He said he had one in his apartment also, which needed to be washed.

T.M.s apartment was in the basement near the stairs, so we went there to get it. Instead of giving me the towel, he climbed into his bed and pulled a heavy brown blanket over his head.

On the floor was some kind of brown basket and something fell out of it. I never did get a good look at it, but it was either a head or a football helmet. For  some reason it didn't want to stay in the basket and while I was trying to get this bucket to stay upright, T.M. lay in the bed, covered up.  I was a little puzzled by that.

Anyway, I retrieved the towel and went back out into the hall and accidentally made a red mark on the wall about head-high with something I was carrying.

Then I noticed there was lots of red marks on the wall that the maintenance men had made. They looked rather like Navajo drawings. Some of them had been painted over with white paint, some only partially painted over.

I put the towels into the laundry room, then went up to the 4th floor. The hallway was very narrow. All the doors were open. I could see al the way down the hall to apartment 12 which was the bathroom for the whole floor. There was a woman standing in front of a mirror - and she was stark naked.

I was kind of shocked because the door was open. Then I noticed that all the doors were open and all the women were running around in white bras and panties.

I got down to room #12. I walked in and realized that I was wearing a white bra and panties too and we were comparing waist sizes which somehow were all 24 inches. The naked woman looked like 'Our Miss Brooks' the teacher. I realized too, the way we were dressed, we had on more cloth than women wore to the beaches these days.

Somehow I got back to my own apartment #11 and then down to the basement again to meet T.M. and we started off driving up a mountain road together.

The road was on the edge of the mountain, going around to the right as it went.

This car too was round and all glass and it seemed that I had my own gold steering wheel like we were driving side by side.

I was a little fearful driving up the mountain as I couldn't always see the road very well unless I lowered my hands an as we were always going to the right, we were always turning - not going straight and it was hard to see the road that way.

As we drove along, we came to a wider stretch of road with white marking alongside the road. I asked T.M. what that was and he said that was an Indian reservation.

We continued on and came to another wide stretch of road with white markings along the edge of road. But here 3 older Indian men sat cross-legged in a triangular shape. They were dressed in full regalia like they were all Chiefs. I asked T.M. what that meant. He said that having 3 Indians sitting at the entrance to the reservation meant that there were 15 Indians in residence.

That puzzled me, but we continued on and finally got to the top of the mountain. I knew we were at least as high as 4,000 feet altitude. The air was rather misty like we were in a thin cloud layer.

At the end of the road, we had to make a sharp right turn, which we turned on a dime by putting pressure on our left foot.

Here was a large blue lake, which was beautiful. Because of the mist I couldn't tell how large it was, but I was dismayed because right there was a large group of men dressed in black uniforms of some kind, and they were lined up, shooting guns out over the lake.

My impression was that they were skeet shooting for practice, but I wasn't certain that's what they were really doing. The guns might have been real shooting practice by a secret military group.

As T.M. and I went along the shore of the lake, I woke up.


4-7-02 - DREAM - I was with T.M. on top of a high hill, observing a graduation ceremony of some kind. (I'm thinking it was a pre-birth ceremony). The people were in little egg-shaped cars individually, on top of the mountain. The cars were black and had large windows in them (no glass in the windows)

At the last second before the egg went tumbling down off the mountain, a giant hand came down out of the sky and gave the egg a thump with its index finger in an effort to scare the person and see what they would do. It was explained in the dream by a voice in the air why this was done. It would be like a test of some kind to see the reaction of the person. I didn't see any of the people flinch, so they were all okay.


4-7-02 - DREAM - T.M. and I were on top of the mountain, in the same place as the egg place, but this time there was a big silver kettle like a soup-pot with a cupful of popcorn on the bottom. The giant hand came down and put a big white saltine-type cracker into the pot which was broken up and mixed with the popcorn seed.

Then the giant hand came down and poured a glass of beer into the kettle and the whole mess was stirred and it was sizzling like it was a hot stove.

I was thinking, "Now, this will make interesting tasting popcorn."

I could see the popcorn swelling like it does just before it pops and woke up.

NOTE: I think the above dream is about my allergies.


4-7-02 - DREAM - I was in a large department store like Sears. I met a woman in the aisle and she started complaining what a terrible headache she had that came on suddenly.

I told her, "I hate to say this, but the headache you have is due to evil spirits attacking you."


4-8-02 - DREAM - I was working on a web page and there were many links to GOULD-FLYOVER, September, 1938.


4-10-02 - Religious Prophecy?  I was looking at a green crocheted or knitted square. It was supposed to be just a green outline of a square and not solid.

The green square flipped over and a small circle with a cross + in it was used to cut out the center of the square so there was an outline of a square and like a 'frame' and not solid. 


4-10-02 - I woke up when Joe started his car at 4:47 a.m. I got up and went on the computer, but I was so tired I knew I had to go back to bed. As soon as I lay down, I was so comfy and relaxed, I knew I was where I needed to be. The covers were half over my head so I just had my face out to breathe fresh air.

I had just barely closed my eyes and people were stopping by and looking at me, or just walking past. I don't know where I was, but some of the people were actually stopping, looking at me, and then moving on. I was awake, just somewhere in an astral world where people could see me.

I finally fell asleep and knew I was DREAMING -




4-10-02 - I call Ruth Montgomery mentally and saw the name Anomone or anomone.


4-11-02 - DREAM - I was rearranging a laundry room. I had a card table but 2 legs were broken and it was tipping so I had to lean it against something else to hold it up. I had to leave enough room to walk past it too, so the placement had to be right. I then bought a big open blue truck rather like a 20 foot U-Haul truck, but it was all sky blue inside and out. I didn't have any problem driving it, but I had to practice backing it up and setting the safety brake which was a big bar from the floor about 3 feet tall with a black ball on top.

I then went with two other women to a flower shop. We took the long way there and it was beginning to ran by the time we got to the door. It would have been so much simpler if the builder had put a 4 step staircase as a shortcut, but they didn't, so we had to go all the way around this long brick thing to get there. 

I was going to buy some flowers. a bouquet was $2 for 6 Marigolds (the large ones) I also wanted 6 white daisies and there were $2, but somewhere I had seen a sign that said that flowers were $18.95 and I was hoping there wasn't a mistake. I was already counting out my money and paying with quarters when I remembered the sign.

At the same time, two young black girls came in, hauling some kind of big box or something, knocking everyone out of their way. 

Finally I was in a huge room and a choir was rehearsing for a concert and I started to clap in time to the music and I woke up as everyone was singing and clapping. 

I can't think of the name of the song, but it was ending sona lona tina, din din din... probably 'my' words. :-)


4-12-02 - DREAM - I had a job working in a large office. I saw on the clock that it was 4:44 p.m. and I had not stopped to eat lunch. I had worked straight through all day. The other people were getting ready to go home. 

I checked my desk thoroughly. It looked like I had finished everything I had been given to do. But I was afraid to look in the desk drawers to see if I had forgotten something or had hidden some work. 

Just then a woman came up to the desk with a purchase order request. She had written the request in red ink and had changed her mind quite a bit while writing it and much had been scratched through. I hoped I could decipher what had to be typed and purchased. 

She gave me the form and then I had to find a blank purchase order to type on. I even asked other women to help me find one and we couldn't find one. 

I read the purchase order and then visualized what was needed. There was a drawing with it, with specifications on it, but not a drawing of the item.

What I visualized was a pink carpenter's tool belt looking thing with pockets to slide the tools into. 

It was too late in the day to finish this project, so I decided to home for the day. 

I put on my coat and discovered my wallet was missing from the right hand pocket. Then I searched through the pockets more carefully and discovered I had put on my bosses coat. It was light as a feather, but wa sdark-grey tweed and had no wallet in the pocket. I couldn't wear my bosses coat, so I quickly took his coat off and put my own on which was laying on the same desk and as soon as I didn't there was my wallet, right where it was supposed to be.

so then I went to the elevator to go down to the street floor. The elevator was being controlled by another woman and the elevator floor was a foot below when it was supposed to be and many other people,  young girls needed to use it, so I got back off to walk down the stairs instead.  

This was a strange task. Instead of stairs, there were bright yellow beams one had to climb down which were about 7 feet apart or may 9 feet apart. I managed to do this quite easily. 

Once I got home I decided to go to the mall and get something to eat and buy a mint-green puppy, which was a white poodle, tinted mint-green.

I got on the bus which was right there. The boss must have been rather automatic as the driver rarely looked at the road while he was driving and spending all his time kibbitzing with the young lady bus riders. 

I noted that  this freeway was way higher than the rest of the city. We were up quite high. I was a little nervous on the bus. But we got to the mall  okay.

At the mall, there was a lot of young girls competing to do things like gymnasts. They were trying to see how long they could hang from rods, hanging along the way. Some were quite good at it. But one girl couldn't get a grip at all. 

but I need to find a mint-green puppy. I noted now that I was wearing mint-green slacks and a navy blue shirt. I saw Cary loose - my friend and a psychologist. She was standing in line to go into the ladies room behind a bunch of young girls and quite uneasy about the situation.

I noted she was wearing a mint-green blouse and navy blue slacks. I thought to myself that we should swap clothes. I could wear her blouse and she could wear mine. But the problem was obvious - her blouse would be too small for me and mine would be too big for her. 

The dream broke off suddenly to show me my task  again - a vision of the pink toolbelt which was now much closer - but the toolbelt I knew needed to be navy blue.


4-13-02 - DREAM - I an two other women were arrested in a large building that was being remodeled. Our paperwork was put into a blue zippered case which we had to put into a slot in an office doorway two hours before we were to have a meeting.

So I took all 3 blue zippered cases and put them through the slot in the door of the office and then we had to stand around for 2 hours waiting for the meeting. Our guard was a black woman, wearing a brown uniform. 

The whole building we were in was being remodeled so there was plaster, paint buckets, wall paper strips, chunks of wood laying everywhere because the maintenance guys didn't clean up behind themselves as they worked. 

We women were told that we each had to move a wooden school desk to the other end of the building for the meeting. A black maintenance man ( an older guy) was supposed to sit in the meeting too and he could barely move his desk, so I lined up all 4 desks and pushed them all the way down the hall and across a huge parking lot all by myself with everyone else trailing behind me. 

When we got to the other end of the parking lot, the black maintenance man started making a fuss about his desk and it had to be just so and he wouldn't accept anything less. 

While we were messing around with his desk, two African men with really black skin, dressed like mine-workers and each carrying a light bulb on a long, long extension cord came out of the building where we were going into.

I woke up before I discovered where we were. 


4-14-02 - DREAM - This was a page with 3 columns of countries - I can't remember any of them. 


4-14-02 - DREAM - I was laying in bed and Joe left for work. I could hear a man talking on the phone in the bathroom and I was rather freaking out because why would Joe go to work and leave a strange man in the house with me. I could hear part of the conversation. The guy's wife had flipped out and left him. 

The man stuck his head into the bedroom, still talking on the phone to his wife. It seems her name was Ursula or something like that. 

In the dream, I thought his name was George but it was James Orvedahl, a purchasing boss in our office at A-C.

I wanted to get out of bed but my bathrobe was in the bathroom. George/James then came into the bedroom and went over to the air-conditioner, which for some reason I thought was a coffee pot, and he said I needed to make fresh coffee. 

I quickly sneaked into the bathroom while George/James complained about one of my cats was taking a crap in the corner in the bathroom. He said he was going to take the cat outside and show it where to go potty. Since my cats are outdoor cats and not indoor cats, I didn't care if he took the cat 3 blocks away.

I then looked outside and saw an old teacher of mine. I'm thinking he was names Thomas and he was planting seed and digging soil and George/James was standing next to him.

For some reason the words, "Nation Building" jumped into my head and I thought those guys were George Washington and Thomas Jefferson.

None of that makes any sense.


4-15-02 - DREAM - I was outside in a yard somewhere with Michelle. I saw golden-orange lights flash in the sky and make a formation. I told her to look at them, but then figured they were a light-show from a park. Then the sky filled with huge tropical fish. They were so beautiful and I knew they were UFOs. 


4-15-02 - DREAM - I saw Winifred Barton's book, which as printed out and placed in a binder. I was told that the plan was being formulated there. Half of the pages were fold over in the middle and bend under in the center.

NOTE: I talked with her and she said this was true.


4-15-02 - DREAM - I was in a house somewhere which seemed more like an apartment building. I had started knitting a large circular blanket but hadn't finished it yet. The knitting club was just about to start. I saw on the clock that it was just past 11 a.m. so I got my knitting project off the shelf in the closet to show it to them. 

All of a sudden a large Irish setter dog appeared. It was friendly but didn't belong there. It belonged to Robb R. who lived down the hall so I had to take it down there. 

I had a baby boy and his diaper was wet, so I went to change him and when I opened the diaper pin on the left side, it poked him. His crying was so pitiful, I could hardly bear it. I felt so bad for him. 

I had to take care of the dog situation and saw that Robb and his mother were moving and they had their beds standing on end by the door and several young men were in their apartment helping them. 

I went back to my own apartment and Michelle had been taking care of the baby and he was laying on the floor. He had grown a great deal and was getting fat and was all smiles. 

NOTE: A situation developed for Robb and his Mother and was very painful for them. So this dream was very prophetic. 

Michelle and I both think the baby represents the newest book I just wrote Pole Shift II


4-15-02 - VISION - I was told that the book was being fomented in Florida above. 

I saw a big white arrow pointing to Winifred Barton's book. 

VISION - I saw Winifred Barton's book again with the name Franklin and Darlene Wenweather. 

NOTE: Winfred said this isn't 'exactly' it, but 'close'. 


4-15-02 - VISION - I saw a list of numbered e-mails starting with 1 and going up to????


4-16-02 - DREAM - I was lucidly working on a web page. It was titled Angel of Horrors. 

NOTE:  See my new angel pages: 





4-16-02 - SPIRIT MESSAGE #13


4-17-02 - DREAM - I saw a long legal document. It had a long list of names on it. I got the impression they were all me -  reincarnated. 

I was really busy cleaning up this large house we were living in. I was getting close to being done, but there were other people using things and not putting them back properly so I had to keep working on it. 

Joe was there somewhere though I didn't see him. We were asked to donate our bodies to science, but we weren't done with them yet so they were going to clone us for now. 

I had an organ there and it was sounding kind of tinny, so my son took a look at it and discovered that the wooden case it was in was deteriorating,  so we had to decide what other kind of case we could put it in so it would play well again. Tom left to find a new case to put it in.

Meanwhile, there was a new telephone installed in the hallway. It wasn't like a regular phone line. The plug was large - about an inch across and round and it plugged into a hole in the wall which I plugged in myself and it sounded electrical when I pushed it into the plug.

I then tried to find out what the phone number was, but it seemed that it didn't work that way. All I had to do was lift up the receiver and someone was always there. 

I then went down the street to the wood shop and asked if my son Tom had come there to purchase a solid piece of wood for the organ.

The tall, thin clerk assured me that he had but it would take a month for the wood to come in.  I was disappointed it would take that long, but it was worth the wait. I told him he could come to the house and play the organ if he wanted to when it was done. He thanked me and said that if I needed new parts for the organ, he had a duplicate organ there as well.

I then went back outside to go back home.  It seemed like it was winter out. I was wearing rubber boots. I looked to make sure I had them on.

The intersection I had to cross was extraordinarily large and there were people and cars all trying to cross it at the same time from every direction including diagonally. the traffic was getting all snarled because the 'WALK' light didn't stay on long enough to allow people to get all the way across safely, particularly if they were walking diagonally and there was a lot of people.

I was trying to solve that problem  mentally as I started to wake up and saw the legal document again with all my previous names on it. It was a long one. It started out as a single list, but then it became a double list so there were two at a time going down at the same time like I was twins. I didn't see it to the end because it was so long. 





4-18-02 - VISION - 'Black Elk and on parted 4-zone'

NOTE: Black Elk talks about the 4 quadrants.  (the 4 directions)


4-18-02 - DREAM - I was at an outdoor picnic. There was a doctor and his family there. I overheard him tell his wife that he and his son were having trouble breathing. I saw an apple eaten all around the outside. I suggested to him that they might allergic to the pesticide on the apple, which might not have been washed thoroughly.


4-19-02 - VISION ' THE DIADEM' 

Exodus 39:30: "The plate of the sacred diadem was made of pure gold, and inscribed, as on a seal engraving: 'Sacred to the Lord."'

The crown bearing the Hebrew inscription has dual symbolism. It represents the sacred diadem (Ex 39:30) initially worn by the Levitical priests; it also is an invisible seal worn by those who have been drawn close to YAHveh through the blood of the Lamb, YAHshua the Messiah. The diadem worn on the forehead of the priest was inscribed with the words Kodesh La YAHveh, or "Holy to YAHveh." The second meaning of the crown is the "crown of glory" (1Pe 5:4) that awaits a redeemed remnant of Jews and Gentiles who have been consecrated as a holy priesthood to serve in His soon-coming messianic kingdom. 

NOTE: While I was reading the above - "messiah" the stereo came on with a blasting 'JESUS CHRIST' from Jesus Superstar - talk about coincidences....... BIG ONE!

Alexander the Great

VISION - A man climbed to the tallest spired building and there did a head stand on the spire. 


4-19-02 - DREAM SECTION - I went to an upper room where I was shown a white disc - a ring with a hole in the center. This represented a UFO. On the under-side was the propulsion system. There were 3 large shapes, which I noticed ended up in the #7. In between the 3 large triangle-spirals were 3 smaller triangle-spirals also ending with the #7 in the center.

I've pictured these below, but I know they are very similar to the shape, but not exact. I also know they were trying to get me to understand that propulsion was done in 'pulses'.




4-20-02 - DREAM - I started out in a strange mechanics garage. It seemed to be some kind of school because there was a large circle of school desks around a central space where a car was going to be worked on. I spent some time trying to decide where I was going to sit with my friends.

All of a sudden I discovered I was going to have bladder surgery. The air turned purple and I saw 75 angels who were female Marines in uniform. They were coming to view the surgery as was their tradition.

Then I was on the table, naked from the waist down with the doctor at my feet, telling me he was going to pull the white hair out of my navel. (there isn't any hair there, just a white scar from a previous surgery)  I was getting ready to scream , "Nooooo!" when all of a sudden I was out of my body, seeing myself with  my legs twisted around each other, trying to prevent the surgery from happening. 



Beginning in September 2000, the Columbia Housing Authority began demolishing its Saxon Homes Community, consisting of 400 apartments, to build a newly designed neighborhood with more single family housing. The redevelopment project, funded in part by the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development through the HOPE VI program, is entitled “Connecting the Past to the Future”.

From the apartments, 100 doors have been salvaged and are now in storage. The project will “recycle” the doors by creating public art. Just like the concept of the Palmetto Tree Project, the Doors will be displayed throughout the Midlands, showcased at the South Carolina State Fair and auctioned off to the public.

A portion of the proceeds will benefit the new Saxon Homes community, specifically to rebuild their “Wall of Fame”, which is a tribute to the success of some of the residents of that community. Other proceeds will benefit the entire community though the Cultural Council’s Public Art Fund, and the Cultural Development Fund, which directly supports member arts groups in Richland and Lexington Counties.

The project is open to South Carolina artists of all ages ranging from local school children to professionals. Artist entry packets are available and can be picked up at the office of the Cultural Council or downloaded from here.


AREA: 194 (KM2) POPULATION: 8.000
NUM. OF SUBURBAN CALL 0284 - P.Q.: 844 00

This Hellas Ferries boat has changed its name - or more accurately reverted to using one of her previous names. Apparently the local clergy on Paros protested when this boat was renamed Express Artemis (the Panagia Ekatontapiliani is the 'church of 100 doors' on Paros) and the company have responded accordingly. The fact that this boat - as the Express Artemis - received some very unfavourable publicity when she broke down off Naxos the day after the Express Samina sank probably has nothing to do with the matter, though the company is hardly likely to object to having a ferry named after a church with 100 doors. If you are worried about ferry safety what could possibly be more reassuring? - God's watchful eye and 100 escape routes! Sadly, like the misnamed church, this elderly ferry hasn't half as many doors and has to settle for merely having an unpronounceable name.

The Castle in Paros is a unique monument. Panagia the Katapoliani or Ekatontapiliani Holy Mary with the 100 doors in the old city, a name that derives from its 100 doors and rooms, one of the most important Byzantine monuments of Greece. 6km after Paroikia, the well known are “Petaloudes” (butterflies) unique monument of natural beauty. In Dryos and in the Pyrgaki area, ancient ruins of a tower of the age of copper. The Folklore Museum in Lefkes. The amazing sandy beach of the mole in Marpissa and one of the most beautiful bays of the Cyclades, Calogeros.

In Parikia you find one of the most fabulous churches in Greece, Ekatontapylaní, which means "the Church with the 100 doors", believed to be from the fifth. hundred century. It is rebuild and given extensions several times and its present outlook is from the 1960’, when it was rebuilt being more or less ruined after an earthquake in 1773. The church-building contains many fine icons and you will find a large, beautiful, holy icon representing Mary the Virgin, believed to have curing power. Every year on Mary’s resurrection day the 15th of August, this icon is carried through the town in a big procession. The bell tower is not rebuilt and therefore you can see all the church-bells hanging in a big tree beside the entrance.

In addition, there are visits to places of interest, such as the remarkable 4th century Byzantine church of Our Lady of 100 Doors (Ekatontapyliani), said to have been founded by St. Helena, mother of the Emperor Constantine the Great,


4-21-02 - DREAM - I had a job as Manager for 6 Juneau Village buildings, but there were 4 rings of keys. The smallest ring represented all the keys for the 3 smaller buildings (such as I used to carry when I worked there in the 90's) The 3 larger rings of keys, each had hundreds of keys on them - each ring was at least a foot or 12" in diameter. My boss Daniel K. (a prominent Jewish man) had just bought those 3 buildings in addition to the 3 he already had.

Part of my job was to clean up the trash the people who were retarded, malformed and unaware threw in the hallways. Another part of my job was to take apart and clean 100 doorknobs. When I took apart the first one - inside was a round cylinder which was protected by green felt. The cylinder was filigreed. I can't say the holes looked like fleur de lis, but were probably diamond-shaped. I had to dust them off and put them back in working order so that the 100 doors could be opened easily.

My husband (Edward) had the job of cleaning the attic rafters. His face was always black from the dust, but he did his job unflinchingly and uncomplainingly and I rarely saw him.

Part of my job with him was to go through 7 negative situations which looked like thin puzzle boxes stacked on top of one another. I was supposed to do them one at a time, but I decided to do them all at once and get it over with. (That makes total sense in my life considering my history with him)

I was trying to keep a journal of my dreams and experiences and keep them in order, so I was working on that too.

Then Daniel K., the boss, came in, when I was in the middle of working on the journal and said he was thinking of letter me go so I wouldn't lose my reputation - right when things were all in order and under control.

I can't remember what I said to him, but I probably begged him to keep my job.

I was almost tip-toeing through the hallways at the end of the day, along with the other workers, who all seemed to be male and we were trying not to disturb anything or raise a ruckus because this was the first day ever there was PEACE.

As I walked down the hall towards my apartment, I could overhear Joe's sons talking about Edward. They said he didn't drive fast enough for them.  Then I was helping T.J. fold up and put away a pile of sheets that were laying on a round table in the hallway. I think there were 7 of them in various shades of green and blue.


4-22-02 - DREAM - I was stuffing quarters into a gambling machine. I put in $40 and finally won and got $50 back. I overheard someone say that the ratio was 47 to 74.

50 is the total number of petals on the first 6 chakras. 50 is also the number for ENLIL, the second son of God EA/ENKI

47 and 74 are mirror images. 47+74= 121 which is 11 x 11


4-22-02 - As I was waking up, I was overhearing a conversation between some women. One kid was missing the bus and the other one said, 'The bus will come back for him". The other one said, "Since the war in Syria and Oman, there has been such an influx of refugees that it looks like the front lines are in Charleston and Williamsburg. And they are making the buses easier to drive so that the war widows can drive them. "



4-23-02 - DREAM - I was in an office where there was a large screen TV high up on the wall. It was showing a group of people who were deciding the fate of who was going to live or die.  The camera was panning the faces of the people in the group. I knew all of them and my heart swelled with pride that I knew all of them and held them all in high regard.

The meeting was very lively with a lot of gestures and smiling faces, so I had to assume  the meeting went well though I couldn't hear what they were saying.

Then the meeting was over and the camera showed the whole group crossing the street together. The center four of the group (two men and two women) wore voluminous robes such as one would see in a high court - but I took it to mean that they had PhDs or some high office like that - none of tem was wearing black - their robes were purple and dark blue. Then people on each side of the center 4 were wearing black suits like Rabbis or priests, and one person on each end was wearing regular clothing - so it appeared that they were lined up by rank to each side.


I attempted to meditate to remember more details about the above dream - such as why they were deciding which people lived or died or the circumstances. I fell asleep:

DREAM - I was in the same office, having slept overnight on a cot. It was 8:15 a.m. and the phone rang. It was 'the teacher' and I told him the dream so we could discuss it.

While talking to 'the teacher' I was having a vision of encyclopedia pages that were scanning downward quickly. There were two columns on the pages.  I could only  pick out a word hear and there. I saw 'ein sof'  and that it appeared that I was looking at a computer screen close up with the AOL task bar at the top so I couldn't read the name of the encyclopedia I was seeing.

I asked 'the teacher' about the encyclopedia pages and he said, "Yes! It's possible to transmit information across time and space like that."

I said, "I mean, I AM receiving this information - it's right in front of me."  As I said that, the page had words in the shape of the state of Texas in the center of the page between the two columns of print.

I had been assuming he was sending it to me mentally, when he did not; he was only telling me that it was possible to do it.

While I was talking to 'the teacher' someone came into the office and asked for a copy of a letter. He said the letter was from 'the third day'.  I was forced to hang up the phone quickly.

I had no clue which file cabinet a letter from the 'third day' would be in. There were thousands of file cabinets in this office building.

Then the head secretary came in. She had worked in this office longer than I had and I hoped she could answer the man's question.

She sat at her desk brushing her short dark hair like she had just got out of bed. So I started brushing my hair too because I had just woke up myself. So we were brushing our hair simultaneously and i was thinking how much she and I were alike.

The boss came in then. His name was Ray. I didn't actually see his face - only that he was there next to me. He said to me, "You could dress more appropriately."

I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing my pink pajama top (actually a sweatsuit top) over my pink pajamas and I realized I was still dressed for bed, not for work. Instant guilt flooded through me and I knew I had to run home across the street and change clothes. It would only take 5 minutes. So I grabbed my multicolored coat-sweater (which I call my coat of many colors) and put it on over my pajamas and headed for the elevator.

When the elevator door opened, there was a square piece of royal blue oriental rug laying on the elevator door track but the door closed and I went down in the elevator to go home.

The elevator door opened and that same royal blue oriental carpet square was laying over the elevator door track.

I was amazed by this. Then the elevator door closed and it dragged the carpet piece across the doorway and the elevator door jammed open. So I reached down and picked up the carpet piece which seemed more like a towel now and the elevator door opened again.

I saw that the elevator itself was sunk down in the pit about a foot down and was full of garbage trash, so I assume I was now in the basement and woke up.

THE THIRD DAY: Genesis 1:9 - And God said, "Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place and let dry ground appear." and it was so. 10 - God called the dry ground "land" and the gathered waters he called "seas". And God saw that it was good. 11 - The God said, "Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds." And it was so. 12 - The land produced vegetation plants bearing see according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. 13 - And there was evening, and there was morning - the third day.



4-24-02 - DREAM - I was seemingly working on a computer screen. I was lining up a series of numbers such as 007, 008, 009, 010, 011, 012 - The purpose was to stop a war. 


4-24-02 - VISION -   The number ' 172'

NOTE;  In the Bible Concordance: 


'Oholiybah {o''-hol-ee-baw'} (similarly with 0170) for 'Oholiybahh {o''-hol-e-baw'}, from 168; TWOT - 32c; n pr f AV - Aholibah 6; 6 Aholibah = "woman of the tent" or "the tent is in her" 1) (metaph) Jerusalem as adulterous wife of Jehovah


Hebrew: qadash {kaw-dash'} a primitive root;

In this text:
1) to consecrate, sanctify, prepare, dedicate, be hallowed, be holy, be sanctified, be separate

1a) (Qal)
1a1) to be set apart, be consecrated
1a2) to be hallowed
1a3) consecrated, tabooed
1b) (Niphal)
1b1) to show oneself sacred or majestic
1b2) to be honoured, be treated as sacred
1b3) to be holy
1c) (Piel)
1c1) to set apart as sacred, consecrate, dedicate
1c2) to observe as holy, keep sacred
1c3) to honour as sacred, hallow
1c4) to consecrate

The word qadash appears many times in the Bible. It is translated differently in various texts appearing as; sanctify 108 times, hallow 25 times, dedicate 10 times, holy 7 times, prepare 7 times, consecrate 5 times, appointed 1 time, bid 1 time, purified 1 time and in miscellaneous forms 7 times for a total of 172 appearances.


4-24-02 - DREAM - I was in a prison room. (not a cell) with a chubbish-type man. We had a cot mattress leaning up against the wall. I decided it might be better to line p the mattress in another spot in the other direction. The man was sitting on the floor, leaning on the mattress against the wall. I asked him if I could ask him a question that was none of my business. He said, "Yes!" , so I asked him, "Did a woman named Jan give you cigarettes?"

While I was asking him the question, he reached behind a refrigerator on the floor. There was a door there with a stream of light showing beneath it. He reached under the door and pulled out a single cigarette.


4-25-02 - VOICE - I heard a woman say, "Dee! I feel so confused!"


4-26-02 - DREAM - I was doing some remodeling in the kitchen and we were building a garden at the same time. My husband/or a man had a wheelbarrow full of dirt in the kitchen. I discovered there was a deep hole in the kitchen floor and I stepped into it. It seemed that there was only a thin partition between that and the hollow earth below, so I suggested we put the contents of the wheelbarrow into the hole which the man did. He thought that was a good idea. Then he cemented it over into a big smooth oval and it looked really good and safe. 


4-26-02 - DREAM - I was working on a writing project and was told to separate the writing into two separate columns whenever possible. It seems that the initials were K & T. The writing looked good that way too so I agreed. 

NOTE: K.T. stands for Cretaceous and Tertiary boundary between the two ages between dinosaurs and new smaller animals. That boundary line is a dark brown line like dust all over the world that separates the two age periods. 

In my dream, the two pages were separated by a dark brown line between them.

I think it means to keep dream pages separate from non-dream pages. The dream pages are at and the non-dream pages are at


4-26-02 - Michelle had a dream in which she mentioned my name. She was told to do  web page on ghosts coming out of the grave. She was told that the Indian Nations were bringing back the Ghost Dane because its necessary at this time as the 'dead coming out of the grave' is mentioned in the book of Revelation in the Bible.

Michelle told the people in her dream that web pages were Dee's job. She was told, "Dee is too busy!"

NOTE: I was rather busy today. I did 2 complete web pages. Dreams of Contracts - contracts.htm and Mind Control at


4-27-02 - DREAM - Joe and I were in a big city by an apartment building. Several blocks away on top of a skyscraper-type building, a radio/TV station was doing a big promotion. There was a huge construction crane up there and there were tall pillar-like antennas and a tall long flag-like piece of canvas flying between two of the pillar-like antennas. The radio/TV station was doing big promos about this thing being the tallest, largest flag or whatever it was. 

Then a high wind came up and this flag was blowing ominously and ripped off on one side and all of a sudden the wind tore this flag and one of the pillar-like antennas right off the building and it fell down into the street across some other buildings. 

It was a horrible tragedy and lots of people heard and saw the tragedy happen and came streaming out of the building we were at. Most of the people were elderly but there were some young kids too. They rather 1/2 ran down the street towards the tragedy to see for themselves how bad it was.

But it was still windy and the whole construction crane and the other pillar-like antenna was still rocking in the wind. It was a really dangerous situation. I looked away for a moment because some kids were playing in the dirt right next to me and I got distracted. 

When I looked back up at the building, the crane and pillar-like antenna had disappeared. I was stunned at how fast it happened and wondered where it had landed and all those old people and kids who had gone to look at the first tragedy.

One of the old people who was just coming out of our building hollered, "Look up there!"  

I ran over to look up where she was pointing, half afraid I was going to see a UFO or something.

I was astonished again, because the other pillar-like antenna had fallen over right on top of the building across the street from us and had crushed in several stories of the building - it must have killed whoever was in those upper stories.

I couldn't look!  More and more people came out to look at this new tragedy. I couldn't bear to see it. I didn't even want to imagine how bad it was - so I grabbed Joe's arm and told him, "Let's get out of here!" and I dragged him away from the scene. 

Joe seemed oblivious to all of this tragedy and let me lead him away through the nearby mall. It was like he was half asleep - I woke up gradually and don't know where we ended up.


4-27-02 - DREAM - I was in a city and an airplane hit the top of a building, 

That fact somehow seemed incidental to what followed. 

I was with two brothers, one of which owned a sideshow type of business that used a series of small trucks for games, popcorn, peanuts, sales sort of thing. Its hard to tell which brother I was really with as it didn't seem I was loyal to either one.

We were going to see a movie and one of the brothers was going to pay my way. I just stood aside by the door until one of them bought my ticket. 

It was then I found out that I was actually working for this sideshow brother. But we weren't getting cash, it was based on a payment plan that was written in a book and certain things you wanted were just deducted. The pay for the month was $2,000. Out of that I had to pay my Mother the rent for my room and board. She wanted $25, but since there was no cash anyway, I was going to be generous and give her a $50 deduction from my salary. I knew that wasn't enough to live on, so the other brother was going to have to work two jobs at the same time so we could afford to live like normal people.


4-28-02 - DREAM - I was investigating a murder. In my investigation I went to the house of the man's co-workers. It was an apartment actually. The door was slightly ajar. There was a narrow hallway inside the door. Right by the door, the door swung over the items - a pager, a pocket-size notebook, a ruler, a pen, a pencil, and sunglasses - and at the end of the hallway was the body of the man who had probably committed the murder - his name was Jim and I was saying, "Oh! Jenine! Oh! Jenine!"


4-28-02 - DREAM - I was at 20th St. school. The playground was full of kids. My son Michael was there and he devised some kind of runner that ran like a surfboard along the edge of the sidewalk, but you couldn't go very far with it. I caught him as he go to the end of the run. Then he was showing me his new jacket which zippered down the sleeves to the hand so there was no air gaps for the cold wind to blow up. I was comparing his slick jacket to my bulky winter coat with the loose sleeves. Then my name was called and Donald Rumsfeld and some other guys were standing there, trying to make me feel bad for being with a young boy. And I stood behind Michael and told him to stand up straight and I told Donald Rumsfeld, "This is my baby boy, this is my baby boy!" Then they took notice that this was no small boy - he stands 6' 6" tall and is wider and muscular - when I stand behind him, nobody can even see that I'm there. 


4-28-02 - DREAM - I was by an open apartment door, wanting to go home and I was tripping over a long narrow cloth of orange and green. Beyond me it looked like a swimming pool area and it was all misty and rainy. Someone asked me where I was going and I said, "Home!" , I'm just trying to untangle myself from this piece of cloth. The voice said, "But that's where the murder was."  (maybe referring to the previous dream about the murder?)


4-29-02 - DREAM - I was laying in bed early in the morning and my young daughter and several of her friends came into the room from outside. She wanted them to see our books. 

She was showing them the bookcases in the bedroom and asked me how many books I had. The shelves in the bedroom had rather large books, many of which were history books, encyclopedia books, and biographies - I counted one shelf which had 21 books. So I then estimated that in the bedroom we had about 100 books. I then said, "Look in the other room," where we have larger bookcases with books on aliens and UFOs, dreams, esoteris themes, Bibles and religious books, and ancient history, native Americans and other topics like space, gardening, The internet, finance and investing and real estate, healing, and the 'end of the world'.

I told her, "We probably have about 1,000 books - knowing it as probably more. 

The kids went into the other room and looked at all the books with wide eyes, then they came back and sat on the light brown carpet around the bed and my daughter said to her friends, "Lets practice 'D' Day!" 

I thought to myself, "The kids think its like a game."

One of the other girls said, "I'd rather practice for California!" and another one said, "I'd rather practice for New York!"

After I woke up, I was thinking about that and a male voice in my head, which sounded like a radio announcer said, "History to them is like something they haven't done anything about yet!"


4-29-02 - VISION - "May 11th - Transatlantic II"


4-29-02 - VISION - Something like a Caramboard (game)- a square pool table with holes with nets in the corner. I heard a low pitched voice say as they punched up through those nets - 'the 25th - we've got to get our feet back up on the table." 


4-29-02 - DREAM - The dream starts out in a large church. It feels like it might be Europe but I'm not sure. It's a Christian church - some kind of Protestant church. 

This is an important Sunday, the anniversary of a very important event. My Father is the minister. This event is so important that guests are allowed to come up near the altar and partake in the service. 

I don't want to do this, but it is expected - at least a few words, like everyone else. 

There is nobody in the church right now as it is early in the day. I have decided to write about the history of this event. Everyone will be interested in it. I have a calendar on which certain things happened which will be inserted into this history to make it more exciting to the reader. 

I decided to go into the next room and work on the story while I'm waiting for people to come to the church. 

In the next room, there are two large rectangular mounds. I don't know what these are exactly - they have flat tops, but are slightly curved on the sides. They actually look like large biers where caskets are laid on top for display. 

I go into this room which is part of the history of this event. There are other people here, looking at the room and remembering what happened here. 

All of a sudden, holes open up in the corners of these mounds/biers and soldiers wearing dark green uniforms, and black masks pop out of the holes and start shooting at the people. I see the people dropping over like flies, and I am shot in the leg as well. I fall over and play dead just to make sure I am not shot again. Pandemonium reigns and then dead silence. It is over.

Rescuers come in, take away the bodies, but I get up and don't tell anyone I am shot. I don't want to be in any spotlight or draw attention to myself. I gather my writing materials together and head back into the church.

But my silence is not respected. I am expected, as a witness, to tell others what happened here and I have to re-enact the event so others know what happened and the enemy can be punished. 

I don't want to go through this again but it is expect, so we go back into the room, full of fear. I don't want to cal attention to myself but I must do this.

So I start retelling the story and I discover that under the biers there are secret rooms that had been dug when the soldiers had been hiding and people re-enacted the scene and when I fell over to show where I had been and what had been done, they saw the blood on my leg and now they know I am wounded. 

Now I almost feel proud to have been wounded and I have my story to tell because I am part of a historical event.

I am marking on my calendar with a orange leaded pencil what my schedule is going to be. I know that my Father is going to be made at me, because I want some days off to rest during this next month, but I know he's going to be especially mad because I want to take the 49th day off. I look on my calendar to be sure and I'm right about the day. It's a Sunday.  It's Pentecost!


4-29-02 - DREAM - This was a separate dream because I had woke up, but this dream takes place in the same time and place. I again have my writing materials and calendar, but now I want to make the story more exciting and I ask a young woman to take photographs of me with tools to make it look like I was really working. 


4-30-02 - DREAM - I don't know where I was. It seemed to be a dormitory type apartment building.

I was sleeping sideways - across the bed - on a long group-type bed. It seems everyone else had alredy left the room before me.

A young man came in the room and started caressing my butt over the blanket - it felt nice, but some men came in and arrested him.

I got up off the bed and went to the door and when I turned around, all the lights were off in the room, the light switch didn't work. I finally found a lamp and switched it on just in time to fend off the district attorney - Henry - from 'One Life To Live' TV show. He wanted to check me out to make sure I was okay, he said. I assured him I was fine. 

I then went to the room where the clothes were hung to wear for the day. There was at least a dozen or more pink dresses of various sizes - all alike - but the old white haired woman who was in charge of the dressing room, picked out a white dress with a yellow flowered jacket and white diaphonous undies for me to wear. It was the only one like it there.

There was a large dressing room beyond a wide door so I asked her if I should take it in there and get dressed. She said that would be fine, so I took the dress in there and hung it on a long rack that had all empty yellow hangars on it. Another girl had just finished changing clothes so I was now alone. 

I started to take off my royal blue plush bathrobe off so I could put the diaphonous undies on and 3 Italian-looking men with big mustaches walked in. I grabbed my robe and tried to get into it quick, but it was still hanging rather loosely as I didn't have my arms in the sleeves.

The three men stood around gawking at me. I told them I was not going to get dressed in front of them, but they said they would not be leaving. So I grabbed my robe closer around me and my dress and went back out to where the old white-haired woman was and complained to her about the men.

She said, "They are supposed to be there - they are the Watchers!"

Well, I was having none of that.  Then the District Attorney Henry came in the room and heard my complaint. He walked over to me and put his hand heavily on my shoulder, so I told him, "You can take 'your' hand off of me now."

So I was still carrying my clothes and went to find a private place to get dressed.

I was walking across a large area where deliveries were being made. I saw that they were delivering pink curtain panels and pink yarn, but they had it in amongst tools and wood paneling and didn't seem to care that it would get dirty that way, so I retrieved the curtain panels and yarn. I can't remember how many there were - I would guess  7 of each. 

I was now carrying my dress, my undies, and all the curtain panels and yarn. I wanted to take them upstairs to the bedroom, but I didn't have the key to go back in there. 

Another woman came who was pulling a 3 wheel cart to deliver some items. It looked like she had similar curtain panels and  yarn, but she had 4 x 8 sheets of paneling over it. I thought maybe I could put my stuff down on top of the paneling, but then I discovered that she was  going down 3 steps into another hallways and her yarn was purple and white, so she wasn't going to my level at all.

She was admonished to be careful pulling that cart down those 3 steps but she assured the workmen she would be fine.

I then came to an office area where I met Julie K. who was working there. She had a chubby baby boy there wit her, strapped to a child seat with wide scotch tape so he couldn't move. I felt sorry for him and pulled the tape off his head so he could move it. I asked Julie if I could pick the baby up and hold him. She said, "Yes!", but she said it angrily and said, "You don't have t work 30 hours a week." 

I wanted to tell her that I put in my full time Mom duty  raising 6 kids and then worked 40 hours plus a week for 35 years and I still work 14 hours a day at home, but didn't say anything. I put down my stuff and picked up the baby. He was adorable and chubby, but his robe which was blue and white was too small and was scotch taped across his stomach to hold it on and he had no diaper on. I also saw he didn't have any male genetalia - he looked like a girl.

I hugged him and cuddled him and kissed his cheek, but I was afraid he would pee on me so I put him down so he could run around, which I did. 

It seems there was another woman there too so I picked up my stuff and continued looking for a place to get dressed.

I finally found a bathroom and put the yarn and curtains down on the floor so I could put the clothes on, but as soon as I did, one of the open toilets began to flush by itself, and water began running over onto the floor, so I had to quickly move the yarn and curtain panels out of the room into the hallway. 

There I saw an old maintenance man at the outer door to the outside and I told him about the toilet backing up. all he said was, "Oh yeah! It's been doing that for along time."

I figured it was time to leave the place  - and woke up.