There were two plane crashes a day apart at the end of the month. As of today, 1-31-00, I can't tell which dream pertains to which plane crash. I'm still looking for clues that match one or both of them.   If one vision I had refers to the plane crashes, there will be one more shortly.  I hope not!


Flight 261 - California

Flight KQ-431 - Kenya

1-2-99 - DREAM - I was looking at a chart that had series of numbers set up in grids like the periodic table and the words codes and grids were mentioned. People were around me but I didn't see them at first. One older man said, "Throw me a contact." I said something knowledgeable, but sarcastically. We were in the alley between 16th and 17th St. For some reason I had access to the house on 17th St. though I lived in the house on 16th St. There was a younger woman with me like our daughter-in-law, mid-twenties with dark hair... a thin woman. She heard me say this and as soon as I did I saw a slow moving jet - under the ominous dark blackish/dark greenish fake-like clouds in the sky. It started to back up ... it was a hover-jet type plane. I got scared and hollered for her to get into the house. I had the back door of the house held open for her and holler, "Sue, get in the house." (I might have called her something else...several names stick in my mind like Jackie or Kathy... as well as Sue) She didn't come, so I got braver and went around the side of the house again. The blackish/dark greenish fake clouds were still in the sky, hanging low but I didn't see the jet. Sue was standing on the sidewalk at the alley on 17th St. looking north on 17th St. because something was going on. I didn't know what. I started running towards 17th St. and woke up.


1-10-00 - DREAM - This was a rather long dream ... like a look at World War II from a romantic memory standpoint. I played all the major parts myself, although there were supporting players. We created the representative flower, the representative candle, the representative airplane, the representative airport, all for memory sake. I then had to go somewhere and had a hospital-like place call a taxi for me. They said they would pick me up on Jaspar street which was on the other side of the hospital. I had to quickly get back to my apartment, change clothes and get to the other place. As I walked along the hallways of a school-like place, I picked up all my old shoes, the yellow ones, the white ones and took them with me. I got to my apartment and chose a model who was wearing a 1945-ish green dress with gold buttons. I unbuttoned it and took it off of her and put it on myself and someone had to button me into it as all the buttons were in the back. I then got back down one level where I was supposed to meet a man and then get to the taxi to leave. I looked over towards where Jaspar street was and thats where all the hospital's dead bodies were removed and taken to mortuaries. There was a huge grey hearse there and several long station wagons parked behind it. I met the man I was supposed to meet, a white haired guy like an old movie star. I told him I would meet him on Jaspar St. His old wife followed me, trying to show she was jealous and tried to stop me. I ran up a flight of stairs, went the whole block on the higher level, then just before I came to the stairs that went down to Jaspar St. I came to what looked like a special greeting place that had sparkled stuff suspended in the air on a webbing-like stuff. I went through it with my face and it felt like chain link fencing. I went through it anyway to prove to the man's old wife that I could take anything she dished out, then went down the stairs to the waiting taxi-cab where the old man again waited me to go with me into the future. The old wife was wearing a pink dress and she tried to push me down the stairs and ended up falling down the stairs behind me instead.

I woke up as I got into the taxi-cab.


1-15-00 - DREAM - I don't know where I was, but all the people seemed to be from Wisconsin. Some of the people are deceased, and some not.

There is a theme of going through events twice, once for practice and once for real. The first time was to get past the fear, the second because you know you can do it without serious harm because it must be done.

At first I was in the country, going down a road. There were numerous brown horses along the road and I was afraid that they would get out of control. The second time I went down the path, the brown horses were all laying down alongside the road in the mud after a rain. I was disgusted to see them wallowing in the mud.

I was then high on a hill waiting for a flight in a white airplane. I've always been afraid to fly ever since my Father wouldn't allow me to join the rescue organization for young people when I was 14 that went up in planes to look for lost people.

While I was in the plane hangar, it was raining outside so the plane couldn't go up. I was standing near the entrance to the hangar with another person and began sliding down a steep hill standing up. I ended up at the bottom of the hill thigh deep in mud.

Nobody bothered to watch or to care how I was. When I came back up the hill to the plane hangar, I had to walk through an area that had thousands of glittering icicle hanging down like stalagtites in a cave. I had to bust them off as I walked through the area so they wouldn't cut me. It wasn't until I was completely through this area that others noticed I had been gone and they marveled at the broken ice, but not at what I had survived.

NOTE: On Sunday following this dream, there was a show on TV where they showed a new cave just found and being protected and they entered through a square doorway just like in my dream and showed all the stalagtites that were hanging down that took millions of years to form. See what I did above compared to real stalagtites that no one can touch because it takes so many years to create drop by drop with water.

continuing dream:

Then the engineer I used to work with (now deceased) Don Waalkes asked me to go out to the plane with him. (The name Don means Chief or Lord and Don was Chief Engineer where I worked) . I asked to see the contract I had to make sure I was authorized to do this. I tried to read the fine print, but we did this so fast, I couldn't find any statement one way or the other about this. The other men who were there were questioning whether I should be doing this instead of them. They were acting jealously like they should have been chosen for this privilege and not them.

We got out to the plane and I was taken inside the working of the plane where the motor was and saw all the hoses that delivered oil to the motor to make sure that the pistons and other working parts got the right amount of oil. A woman engineer showed me how this all worked.

When we got back to the hangar-like area where the men were standing, we were in a first aid or hospital-type area. An old white haired woman was in a bed and a man was sitting next to her as a visitor. The hospital brought her a food tray and they were nice enough to feed visitors also.

I saw that the woman was given a soda cup sized red jello. The visitor got the same. Along with the jello was a gift pack of small items you could use while at the hospital in case you didn't bring your own things and you could take this home with you later.

I looked through the visitors gift pack and saw that there were feminine and masculine type things in it. Since the visitor of the old woman was a man, I went through the pack and took out all the feminine things like perfumes of various kinds since the man didn't need them and I felt I had earned them.

However, there was a man there from my hometown whom I wanted to give a gift to and I offered him a bottle of men's cologne called "Sunbeam". He turned it down at first until I finally said he should take it as a souvenier and I emphasized the word souvenier a second time.

After I woke up, I was again seeing the pattern of the icicles like they were on the ceiling, but this time it was just the pattern I was seeing and it was dark gray. The pattern was somewhat geometric but indescribable, not a specific shape one could point out and say it's name.

I was then told to take this pattern and turn it sideways and go through it again. I don't know why this was necessary, but it fit the pattern of doing it the first time to get past the fear, then doing it again because it was necessary.


1-21-00 - DREAMS - I was seeing a computer screen with animated red lines going across the screen. The term used was '240 cycles'. I don't know what it referred to.

I decided to look up the term "240 cycles" on the internet. Besides some junk files, one file was about music, one was about tachychardia of the heart, and one was about NASA.

NOTE: I found out during a newscast on 1-31-00 that the term 'cycle' is the term used for one takeoff and landing on an airplane.

I didn't feel comfortable about the meaning of the "240 cycles" so I decided to meditate on the term. This is what I saw and heard:

#1 - I saw four sizes of bullets or missiles, starting with a small one on the left getting progressively large towards the right.

#2 - I put my thumb on the 1st one and a voice said, "Oh! That's the micro-lockout thing."

#3 - Then I saw some guys . . . older teens or young 20's. There were 5 of them. Three of them were sitting on a long table with their legs hanging over the edge. Two were standing. . . one to the left, one to the right. They were wearing baseball caps on backwards, at least had on white shorts. They wore T shirts and oversize sports shoes. They were having an argument or loud discussion with each other. (I couldn't understand the words.)

#4 - "Nuclear weapons!"

#5 - "Funerals!"

#6 - Two men were arguing with each other. One said, "Can you tell me what's going on here?" The other guy said, "Bills and more bills!"

#7 - "Rumours of war!"

#8 - "The legal system is messy!"

#9 - I saw an older man sitting behind a large desk. He was wearing a medium blue long sleeved shirt. I think he wore a tie, but not sure. He was in a large business type office, but I couldn't see the background walls of it. He said in a deep voice, "You asked a question and the answer was 'No'! Now the answer is 'Yes!' Can't you wait until you notify your own countries men?"

#10 - I saw a man in a white shirt sitting on a long table similar to the young men earlier. He said, "It's coded in 3 . . . Agnus Dei!" (The meaning of Agnus Dei sacrament)

NOTE: According to the tradition, the Agnus Dei sacrament has not been used since 1964 and since only a Pope can consecrate the wax used in this ceremony, and no Pope has done it, there is NO Agnus Dei available. It is only done during Easter week Saturday.

#11 - I saw the words ...' It's the 4th move Mr. Schultz!'

#12 - "It goes into effect at 90,000 hours"

NOTE: (This meditation was done on 1-21-00 at 12:30 p.m. PST.)

#13 - "This hurts me more than it hurts you. You don't now a mosquito from a missile!"

NOTE: I don't know if this refers to a plane crash or not. The numbers for the crashes haven't been made public as of today 1-31-00


1-28-00 - DREAM - I was taken to a small airport in the dark and requested to accompany a young woman who was a rather new pilot on a trip she had never made before in a plane she had never flown before. Rationally speaking this is a totally ridiculous thing to even consider, but in the dream, I spent a long time coming up with reasons not to make the flight with this woman who didn't want to do it herself. She could only do this if I went with her. At the same time, we knew we were being asked to haul drugs to an unknown location which would be told to us only at flight time. She and I did not speak to each other. She was expected to make this flight whether she wanted to or not. I was the one who could make or break this deal. I had time to go home and pack a small bag for the flight. I had a business card with the man's name on who made this request and I had to call him 10 minutes in advance if I wasn't going to do this. Finally, deciding that the reasons not to make the flight outweighed the reasons to do it and overcome my fear of flying, but feeling a load of guilt I reached for the phone to call it off.

I went into the bedroom to make the call. Firstly, the phone I was going to use was on a small square table rather behind the bed with an impossible tangle of wires on it that wouldn't even let me take the receiver off the hook. There was another phone on a smaller round table near the door but a young woman was talking on it. I told her I needed to use the phone and she reluctantly got off the phone to let me use it. I dialed the number and there was no answer on the other end.

At this point, the young woman decided that I owed her a big favor because she had done me a big favor. She decided she wanted me to feed her breakfast which I thought was not unreasonable. However, she took two bowls, filled them to overflowing with cereal which looked like corn flakes, poured milk on both of them, then proceeded to carry them both to a table where she spilled cereal and milk all over the table.

I was expected to keep the kitchen clean and of course had to clean up her mess and besides that she and I got into an argument over her attitude and I told her to get out of the apartment. I went to the door, telling her to get out and pushed her out into the hall. I tried to close the door but there was a man working on the lock system which wasn't working, so I couldn't lock her out. I had to stand there and hold the door shut while he worked on the lock. I could see through the door like it was a divided door. Only the bottom half was shut.

Eventually I had to go back into the kitchen and finish cleaning it. There were limp vegetables laying on the table which someone else had left behind. I carried these back to the serving area where a chef/businessman was standing. I was indicating that I was bringing these vegetables back to him to put into storage and he began to argue with me that he couldn't pay me for these vegetables or he would lose money. I tried to explain that I hadn't taken them out of storage in the first place, but he wasn't really listening, just explaining that he had 'sold' them to the person who took them out and he couldn't buy back limp vegetables and still stay in business and make a profit.

I wasn't even asking for money, I was just trying to put the vegetables back into storage so they weren't wasted but he wasn't getting it. He would rather I threw them away. I didn't want to waste the food. We couldn't come to a compromise even for free so I just let the vegetables lay on the counter for him to do something with. I had done my part.

I then went to another room with a woman who wanted to work with the men at some projects that were usually man's work . . . things that men were trained to do automatically in life but women never were. I understood that these things which were much more fulfilling to do because they were creative and kept the hands busy and I personally thought that women could do these jobs . . . they were just bench projects, not heavy work. I supported her thoughts on the matter. At the same time, there was a man there who preferred other types of work that just used the mind and was feeling guilty that he didn't like getting his hands dirty. I could understand that too. So eventually, the woman changed shirts with the man and everyone was happy.

Finally, I had two huge stacks of paperwork I needed to re-sort into two other piles . . . the ideas and thoughts I already knew and understood but hadn't been done yet, and a pile for things I had never seen before but needed to study. I was sorting through these things, seeing some software on CDs that were labeled TRIAD, which I knew I should probably look at first. I woke up while I was still sorting these stuff, still feeling the guilt for not making the drug run with the first woman and still rationalizing my thoughts on it as I woke up.


1-29-00 - VISION - I saw a tower similar to a totem pole made of at least two round circles, topped with the Egyptian winged God symbol. Where the central circle is had an animated roaring lion like the MGM symbol.

NOTE:  MGM is in Hollywood, near L.A.


Flight 261 - California - 1-31-00


169 Feared Dead in Kenya Airways Crash

By Matthew Bigg


ABIDJAN (Jan. 31, 00) - Rescuers pulled scores of bodies and 10 survivors from the sea off Ivory Coast on Monday after a Kenya Airways crash in which as many as 169 people are feared to have died.

The Airbus 310 en route to Nairobi via Lagos with 179 passengers and crew on board slammed into the water on Sunday evening minutes after taking off from Abidjan airport.

Most of the 168 passengers on Flight KQ431 were Nigerians, the airline said. Other travellers were from the United States, Canada, Japan, Western Europe, Kenya and other African states.

Ten survivors were taken to the PISAM private clinic in Abidjan. An ambulance worker said one of the survivors had managed to swim ashore.


Kenya Airways said the aircraft was not known to have any technical problems and a spokesman declined to comment on speculation that desert sands blown up by strong seasonal winds could have affected its engines.

Captain Jean-Baptiste Agnimol of the military rescue service told Reuters that his team had counted 74 bodies.

``We saw the bodies and got them out by hand. We went out in a Zodiac (inflatable craft) and pulled them out by hand,'' said the crewman of a French-owned tuna fishing boat.

The flight data recorder and cockpit voice recorder ``black boxes,'' which could provide vital clues to the cause of the crash, were still missing by late afternoon.

Experts from Kenya Airways and the European manufacturers of the plane were on their way to the crash site to assist Ivory Coast crash investigators.

``There will be an awful lot of work to be done investigating the causes of the crash,'' said Kenya Airways' technical manager Steve Clarke. ``These things are not done quickly.''

Fearful relatives gathered at the airports in Lagos and Nairobi, where the plane had been due to land on Monday morning.

``We have only been married three months and I didn't even get to say goodbye,'' said a woman who gave her name as Anne, whose husband had been due to take the flight.

Pleasure boats and small canoes usually used for fishing and carrying goods joined in the search for survivors where the plane came down about 3,000 metres from the shore.

The crash was the first major airliner disaster of the year and the first crash suffered by Kenya Airways, which is 26-percent owned by Dutch carrier KLM.

``It broke up on impact. It broke into 100 pieces,'' medical worker Alain Thonar said.

Merchant sailors returning to port said they had seen an escape chute, a refrigerator and seats floating in the sea.

Gerard Vaudout, a maritime official at the French embassy in Abidjan, said the traditionally strong Atlantic currents off the Abidjan coast were hampering the effort to find more survivors.

``We saw small pieces of the plane, but things are going in all directions because of the current,'' he said.

Some of the bodies bore no obvious mark of injury, but blood spilled from some body bags as they were carried ashore.

At Lagos airport, KLM officials said that the flight from the Kenyan capital Nairobi had been due to land there before Abidjan but was forced to divert because of the ``Harmattan,'' a dusty seasonal wind from the deserts of north Africa.

The European Airbus Industrie consortium said the aircraft was delivered to Kenya Airways in September 1986 and had accumulated some 58,000 flight hours in about 15,000 flights.

Jane's Information Group forecast the disaster would reopen a debate on air safety in Africa. The International Federation of Airline Pilot Associations warned of poor safety and air traffic control over large parts of the continent in 1996.

Reut15:11 01-31-00