dripping ceilings
Interesting dreams last night.  I dreamt I was in an old house that I used to live in and I've had dreams like this before, that that house had hidden rooms and secret hallways.  That house  in real life has been torn down and it was definitely haunted, not only that, when I lived there the apartment on top of the house burned and the man in the top apartment died.  they thought that he had been smoking cocaine because of the weird black around his mouth, and he had fallen asleep with a cigarette.   So the dream last night went like this....for some reason we were staying in that apartment and the ceiling was dripping (it used to drip alot when the man  upstairs would forget to shut off his bathtub) but it was dripping in the dream and the ceiling caved in.   I wandered in the back of the house and found these secret rooms again, one room had a bunch of beds and on one bed there was a woman.  I asked her if she was staying there and she said, yes, she had no where else to go.  The police came and started locking up the house with padlocks and I realized that I had to tell them the girl was in the house or she would be locked in and unable to leave.  I asked one of the policemen if there was a way out of the house other than the ordinary doors and windows and they said no, and I told them, look you have to get her out, she's back there.   They were locking up the house because they thought that someone was making drugs in it.  Then the dream spanned somewhere else and I was in a room with my old boyfriend from when I was 16, Scott.  he was just standing in a room and I said "Scott?"  Then I woke up.

random dreams
Topic: Precognitive Dreams
First the dreams of the last few days haven't been too spectacular but I put this under precog  because Sunday I dreamt that my son and I were walking to school and he lost and couldn't function well and then the next day he was sick/throwing up and couldn't go to school.  the other dreams were random , one was I dreamt that Jeffs daughter came to stay with us and we had got kicked out of our house and moved into an apartment of some sort and he was bringing her bed over and setting it up and her mom walked through the apartment but she wouldn't talk or look at either of us.

Life is bout a dream
Topic: Telepathy

I woke up early this morning..4 am, thoughts racing.  Yesterday I had a very strange day, have you ever had a whole day feel like you were just dreaming the whole day?  Like day and night collided, that there wasn't any difference, that everything was just layer of layer of dreams.  Over the years I've noticed that nightly unconscious/subconscious dreams weren't the only ones with symbolism but that the symbolism bled over into our waking reality as well.  Or maybe just mine.  Maybe no one else sees it, or maybe my buffer to keep the dreams as bay isn't as thick or my filter is clogged.  Like a puzzle, these symbols.  My dreams have been really strange this last few weeks and yesterday I woke up from that prison dream thinking about what it could mean.  Certain songs came to mind that reminded me of a friend who called me several weeks ago in trouble- not alot he said- he just had to go to rehab or something and it dawned on me that the symbols were telling me that he was back in prison.  So I checked, and there he was.  Like a puzzle, the symbols were trying to show me or maybe he was trying to show me.  In my dreams, and awake.  I don't know what the hell I was thinking at 4 am, something about the 6 and 9 rhyme and the 6 and 9 dream, I think it was trying to tell me that even in a world where it seems like patterns are constant there will always be the oddities- the strange glitch- the hiccup.  And what causes it?  What caused my glitch this past few weeks?  Alot of you guys know I'm very interested in telepathy and that I know alot of people who have been locked up in prison or jail.  These are the people who can't communicate as well as normal people- most of the time they can't just pick up a phone or have to wait for weeks for mail- so I think it makes their 'telepathic' messages stronger- louder because there is more emotion behind it? I'm a strong believer that thought creates and manifests reality, maybe this is a buddhist belief or shamanism or something.  Just thinking out loud really. What makes a prisoner more adept at being telepathic than a normal person other than his normal means of communicating have been stripped away?  My friend Scott told me once that 'they can physically restrain your body but they can't restrain your spirit'  and well, possibly your mind as well because it seems like the mind cannot be contained by walls?  Thoughts are a powerful thing.

 It reminds of something I read about Carl Jung one time:

'Synchronicity is an explanatory principle, according to its creator, Carl Jung. Synchronicity explains "meaningful coincidences," such as a beetle flying into his room while a patient was describing a dream about a scarab. The scarab is an Egyptian symbol of rebirth, he noted. Therefore, the propitious moment of the flying beetle indicated that the transcendental meaning of both the scarab in the dream and the insect in the room was that the patient needed to be liberated from her excessive rationalism. His notion of synchronicity is that there is an acausal principle that links events having a similar meaning by their coincidence in time rather than sequentially. He claimed that there is a synchrony between the mind and the phenomenal world of perception.

Carl Jung (1875-1961) was a Swiss psychiatrist and colleague of Freud's who broke away from Freudian  psychoanalysis over the issue of the unconscious mind as a reservoir of repressed sexual trauma that causes all neuroses. Jung founded his own school of analytical psychology.

Jung believed in astrology, spiritualism, telepathy, telekinesis, clairvoyance and ESP.  In addition to believing in a number of occult  and paranormal notions, Jung contributed two new ones: synchronicity and the collective unconscious. '

Ted, war and prison
Last night I dreamt I went to go visit my friend Ted who has been in prison quite a few years.  He was telling me something and was getting ready to get out of prison but told me to go get some things out of his locker, he said I would need them.  So I went to this place and it was like a war zone or something?  First we went through this warehouse type place and I found teds locker.  In it I found this really big knife and this bag.  I took both of them out and then went into some kind of fighting area,  don't remember anything else, and then I woke up.

paint people
Yes my dreams are weird.  But haven't they always been?  Last night I dreamt that my daughters friend Brandy was painting and the people she was painting started walking out of the canvas.  First she would paint them, and then they would start taking form  like 3-D, almost like how I see them when I draw, and then they would just walk right out of the canvas she was painting on.  She said "Look Tracy! Isn't this cool, have you ever seen anything like this?"  I couldn't even speak, I was awestruck at these life size colorful painted people!

Russians and the red balloon
Topic: Red Balloons

Was working at Irvine and there were rumours that someone had bought the company out or something.  Then they said that we were having a meeting in the middle of the shop.  (We were actually working in front where we used to work when it was roller shades and not the back like when we moved to Char's line).  So we were having a meeting and they told us that there were some changes and we were all going to start working at another location starting on Monday.  But then we all started getting on big yellow school buses to go to this other location. 

I don't know anyone on the bus.  I'm walking through the aisle looking at everyone and the only person I see that I know is Lisa, but she's not looking at me or talking to me.  I think I see Onna but not really sure and there are no seats so I just keep walking to the back.  The bus is pretty crowded.  I squeeze in with this one guy.  The seat in the back just spreads across the whole back so it's pretty big.  I'm talking to some guy I don't know but it's just small talk.  The bus stops at like a rest stop or something and we all get off.  I'm one of the first ones back on the bus and I see Lisa again but she's not talking to me.  I walk to the back again and for some reason most of the seats are empty but people have put 'reserved for 'so and so' on the seat tables (the seats are facing each other and have a table in between) in hopes that no one steals their seat.  I'm thinking how dumb that is.   How people think they can 'reserve' a bus seat like that, like they 'own it' somehow just because they sat there before the bus stopped.  I want to just sit down and ignore one of the hand written reservation signs written on paper, but I'm too tired to fight or argue with someone about a 'reserved seat'.  So I keep moving to the back. 

The back is packed this time.  Those people must have wanted to not have to look for a seat, but oddly it is mostly guys sitting in the back, so I'm thinking great, at least I know one of them will have the decency to give me a spot to sit down and one scooted over for me.  I notice all the guys from the other company are wearing sweatshirts that say "Russian something" on them.  They are russians, they have the russian accent , everything.   The bus stopped, I guess we're there.    I pulled one of the Russian guys over to talk and I ask him ..."so what is really going on here?  Did you guys take over the company?"  and he said, in a very thick russian accent:  "What our company does is collaborate with businesses who are struggling".  I think not wanting to admit a takeover yet, then oddly I asked him "Do you want to go see a movie?".   I then woke up.

 

here's the strange part...ready?  I got out of bed and went to take the dog outside.  Now, I rarely take the dog out on weekends because Jeff always does it.  But something tells me to do it this morning so I do.  I'm outside with the dog and I look up and there is this strange red balloon floating in the sky.  It's not like a loose balloon but it seems to be moving strangely up and down like someone is controlling it.  I think ok, I'm still dreaming, I'm gonna go get Jeff.  He comes out and looks at it and it is some kind of weather balloon that someone has at the 7-11.  This thing is huge, must be some kind of barometric or weather balloon he says?

Good thing there weren't 99 of them. 

 

math with 6 and 9, Prime and Feynman Pi
Nine is a composite number, its proper divisors being 1 and 3. It is 3 times 3 and hence the third square number. 9 is a Motzkin number. It is the first composite lucky number.

Nine is the highest single-digit number in the decimal system. It is the second non-unitary square prime of the form (p2) and the first that is odd. All subsequent squares of this form are odd. It has a unique aliquot sum 4 which is itself a square prime. 9 is; and can be, the only square prime with an aliquot sum of the same form. The aliquot sequence of 9 has 5 members (9,4,3,1,0) this number being the second composite member of the 3-aliquot tree.

There are nine Heegner numbers.[1]

Since 9 = 3^{2^1}, 9 is an exponential factorial.

8 and 9 form a Ruth-Aaron pair under the second definition that counts repeated prime factors as often as they occur.

A polygon with nine sides is called an enneagon[2] A group of nine of anything is called an ennead. (technically) or nonagon (in common usage).

In base 10 a number is evenly divisible by nine if and only if its digital root is 9.[3] That is, if you multiply nine by any whole number (except zero), and repeatedly add the digits of the answer until it is just one digit, you will end up with nine:

    * 2 × 9 = 18 (1 + 8 = 9)
    * 3 × 9 = 27 (2 + 7 = 9)
    * 9 × 9 = 81 (8 + 1 = 9)
    * 121 × 9 = 1089 (1 + 0 + 8 + 9 = 18; 1 + 8 = 9)
    * 234 × 9 = 2106 (2 + 1 + 0 + 6 = 9)
    * 578329 × 9 = 5204961 (5 + 2 + 0 + 4 + 9 + 6 + 1 = 27 (2 + 7 = 9))
    * 482729235601 × 9 = 4344563120409 (4 + 3 + 4 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 3 + 1 + 2 + 0 + 4 + 0 + 9 = 45 (4 + 5 = 9))
    * (Exception) 0 x 9 = 0 (0 is not equal to 9)(though it can be considered -1 in the tens place and 10 in the ones place(10-1=9))



The only other number with this property is three. In base N, the divisors of N − 1 have this property. Another consequence of 9 being 10 − 1, is that it is also a Kaprekar number.

The difference between a base-10 positive integer and the sum of its digits is a whole multiple of nine. Examples:

    * The sum of the digits of 41 is 5, and 41-5 = 36. The digital root
      of 36 is 3+6 = 9, which, as explained above, demonstrates that it is
      evenly divisible by nine.
    * The sum of the digits of 35967930 is 3+5+9+6+7+9+3+0 = 42, and
      35967930-42 = 35967888. The digital root of 35967888 is 3+5+9+6+7+8+8+8
      = 54, 5+4 = 9.



Subtracting two base-10 positive integers that are transpositions of
each other yields a number that is a whole multiple of nine. Some
examples:

    * 41-14 = 27. The digital root of 27 is 2+7 = 9.
    * 36957930-35967930 = 990000, which is obviously a multiple of nine.



This works regardless of the number of digits that are transposed.
For example, the largest transposition of 35967930 is 99765330 (all
digits in descending order) and its smallest transposition is 03356799
(all digits in ascending order); subtracting pairs of these numbers
produces:

    * 99765330-35967930 = 63797400; 6+3+7+9+7+4+0+0 = 36, 3+6 = 9.
    * 99765330-03356799 = 96408531; 9+6+4+0+8+5+3+1 = 36.
    * 35967930-03356799 = 32611131; 3+2+6+1+1+1+3+1 = 18, 1+8 = 9.



Casting out nines
is a quick way of testing the calculations of sums, differences,
products, and quotients of integers, known as long ago as the 12th
Century.[4]

The Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art
is a Chinese mathematics book, composed by scholars between the 10th
century BC, and the 1st century AD; it is the one of the earliest
surviving mathematical text from China.

Every prime in a Cunningham chain of the first kind with a length of 4 or greater is congruent to 9 mod 10 (the only exception being the chain 2, 5, 11, 23, 47).

Six recurring nines appear in the decimal places 762 through 767 of pi. This is known as the Feynman point.

If an odd perfect number is of the form 36k + 9, it has at least nine distinct prime factors.[5]

Nine is the binary complement of number six:



The decimal expansion of p begins
3.14159265358 … and the number is defined as the ratio of a circle’s
circumference to its diameter. If you fast forward to about the 760th
digit in the decimal expansion of p, you will see the string “…34
999999 83…”  That group of six repeating 9s in the center is known as
the ‘Feynman Point.’
p is a real number that is irrational and transcendental, meaning it
is not the ratio of two integers and it is not the solution of a
polynomial with rational coefficients. Although it hasn’t  been
proved, it’s generally believed that any finite set of digits will
eventually occur in the decimal expansion of any irrational number due
to their non-repeating behavior. For example, it’s thought that at some
point in the decimal expansion of, say, v666 that the string
‘6660066600666′ will occur, and the string ‘12345432123454321′ will
occur, and any other finite string you come up with. Thus, the
appearance of six 9s in the decimal expansion of p isn’t that unusual.
But the fact that it occurs after only 762 digits is what makes it a
genuine curiosity. (For comparison, the earliest location of any four
repeating digits is at position 1589, in which four 7s appear.)
The group of six 9s in p referred to as the Feynman Point is named
after Nobel Prize winning physicist Richard Feynman (1918 - 1988), who
was awarded the prize in 1965 for his work on quantum electrodynamics.
Feynman once stated in a lecture that he wished he could memorize all
the digits of p up to the group of six 9s so he could continue: “nine,
nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, and so on.” Of course that would be
misleading because if the digits went on as repeating 9s, p would cease
being an irrational number.
Quite a bit of research has been done on patterns that occur in the
decimal expansions of irrational numbers. But if one becomes too
intrigued with the digits for their own sake, it is not looked upon
favorably by most mathematicians. In Petr Beckmann’s book, A History of
p, he has a chapter titled “Digit Hunters,” and uses the phrase
disparagingly since there is no practical use for computing more and
more digits of p, or for locating patterns in their decimal expansions.
(Only 10 digits are needed for any real-world problem).
Nevertheless, when you have a computer it’s fun to search for
patterns in anything. So taking inspiration from the Feynman Point I
thought of this sequence: The first position in the digits of p (not
counting the initial 3) at which a string of n copies of the digit n
occurs. For example, the first occurance of four 4s is at position
54525, “…11793 4444 82014…” and that is the fourth term of our
sequence. Here are all the known terms: 1, 135, 1698, 54525, 24466,
252499, 3346228, 46663520, 564665206. Because all finite patterns of
digits are believed to eventually appear in irrational numbers, surely
this sequence is infinite. But where will the string of one hundred
100s occur?
I’ll close this article with two strange mathematical curiosities only loosely related to the Feynman Point.
Consider v666 = 25.8069758011278803151884206 …  The first ‘666′
string occurs in its decimal expansion at position 503, and the
locations for the next 666s are 928, 975, 2705, 4229, 7021, 9195, 9338,
and 9349. Those are all positions of 666s among the first 10,000
digits, and I have dubbed it ‘Lucifer’s sequence’ because it is
believed that if a person recites the terms backwards while spinning
counterclockwise six times, upon their final revolution they will
either become totally omniscient, or their head will burst into flames.
Only kidding.Â
The second curiosity is based on primes, my favorite type of number,
and we’ll use some information from the Feynman Point. The six
repeating 9s start at the 762nd place and end at the 767th place. If we
concatenate those three numbers we get this prime: 762999999767. And if
we continuously add zeros between those three numbers we’ll continue to
find more. The next one is  76200009999990000767. Let f(n) = (762 *
10n+6 + 999999) * 10n+3  + 767. It is prime for n = 0, 4, 11, 15, 32,
215, 408, 461, 1489, 9349, 9470 and no more up to 10000. The last two
have 18710 and 18952 digits, respectively (but they’re actually only
probable primes since their form is not easily provable). Surely there
must be infinitely many Feynman Point primes.

Number 9, Number 9 and the Battle Hymn

Number 9..Number 9..and the Battle Hymn Dream
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

I hate these type of dreams, they are the ones that stick with you all day and won't leave. They wake you up with a sick feeling in your stomach and you know if you fall asleep again you will be put right back in the same dream again. Over and over and over and over and over.. I wake up, look at the clock and it's 3 am. Just in case you've never heard ...3AM is the demonic witching hour. It's a way for demons to mock the holy trinity. It's inversion is 3PM.. the miracle hour.. Which is traditionally accepted as the hour of christ's death. Or so they say...anyway.. So what was the dream? Just fucking weird is all. It goes like this:




I was in the big gigantic warehouse with alot of different levels.  I
was with some people there although I did not know who they were in
real life, I knew them in the dream.  I don't even remember why we were
there but it was full of alot of strange escalators and just alot of
strange stuff.  Mostly religious stuff, or at least it looked like
religious stuff?  A cult maybe?  That is what it gave me the feeling
of, a cult. 



I was going up this escalator and this man just kind of floated by me
and I had the sense that he was demonic.  He was smiling but it was
like just a head, all I remember was his face and he kind of looked
like Jesus, but it wasn't and I knew it, I felt it, but all these
people in the place were worshipping this guy.  Like I said, it was
like his head was floating and he was smiling at me like he was trying
to get into my head somehow and I told him to get away from me..  He
laughed and came closer to me.  I told him again to get the fuck away
from me because he gave me a creepy ass feeling and I knew he was a
fake.  He laughed again and I really started getting this really bad
evil demonic feeling from him like he was the devil or something.  I
said "In the name of Jesus get the FUCK AWAY FROM ME".  This usually
works in dreams against these scary dream people, but nope not this
time.  He acted stunned for a minute and then came back.  Laughing.  I
said it again and he winced and came back again.  I was still in the
elevator and and it was still going up and on the wall I saw that
picture of Jesus with the heart in barbed wire- I think they call it
the sacred heart of jesus picture or something so I was trying to think
of something to get this fucked up guy/creature/demon away from me
before he devoured my soul or something, and I imagined that picture
and remembered one time someone told me if you dream of demons to tell
them the blood of jesus was going to get them.  So I yelled really loud
at this thing "The blood of Jesus is ON YOU, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME"
like I was throwing it on him.  His eyed rolled in the back of his head
and he disappeared after I said it a few times. 



Throughout this place there were pictures of Jesus and religious
pictures everywhere, like this was a religious place, but they all felt
like fakes to me.  Like it was set up to look like a religious place
but it was actually a cult.  I rode this elevator to the basement and I
could see that demon guy I struggled with earlier in the basement with
a bunch of bloody body parts.  Maybe they were his body parts since he
only had a head earlier...but I got the feeling that they were just a
bunch of random body parts that he collected and I was looking at
everything and started getting caught up in the body parts, like
tangled, and blood everywhere (maybe it was his body parts and that was
the jesus blood I threw on him, haha)  and I broke free and ran back to
the elevator and went back upstairs.



The demon left me alone after that but he had minions.  I think he
decided if I was throwing Jesus blood around he would rather it got on
one of his flunkies instead of him.  I mean, hell that shit might burn
or something?   Who knows what Jesus blood does.   So this crazy ass
woman is stalking me now and I am doing everything to stay away from
her.  Dodging her like crazy.  But she kept trying to come up to me and
she kept acting like she was spiritual, like I needed to be saved. And
I felt like she was brainwashed and was worshipping that demon- or
whatever that guy was.  She kept trying to talk to me, touch me.  I
kept avoiding her.  I rode up this elevator to the top, these were some
cool ass elevators and I had a drink that I laid at the side at the top
and I went to grab it before the elevator started going back down and I
couldnt grab it.  So I lost my drink! Damn it.  Going back down.  I saw
a friend of mine on one of the levels and jumped off.



He was a tattoo artist, but I didn't know the guy in real life.  We
were looking at tattoos and I was sitting in the tattoo chair and that
crazy stalker lady came up and put this dark green stone with a hole in
the middle of it on my toe and said it would help me.  I threw it off
and jumped out of the chair!  I couldn't get this bitch to quit
stalking me!  She kept trying to convert me into what I don't know! 



I walked down this long corridor and there was this old man, maybe a
priest or something?   And I was telling him about that demon guy and
he asked me "When he laughed, did he just laugh or was it a cackle?" 
and I said "It was more like a cackle, why?" and he shook his head,
"that's how you can tell..."  but I'm still walking down the corridor
and didn't hear the last part and I'm still walking and then there is
that lady again. 



She stops me and I don't know how she sucked me in this time but she
got me engaged in something she was doing.  It was like a painting but
at the same time some kind of puzzle.  Maybe some kind of math puzzle
or something but we had to figure out how many of something there
were.  I started adding them up and I was putting x's in boxes.  1 x, 2
x's, 3 x's , etc, all the way across this big sheet of green
construction paper but after I got done the paper turned white and all
my x's turned blood red and started disappearing/fading away.  the lady
laughed and she flipped my paper upside down and it read 66666666666
but I started saying "Number 9, Number 9 Number 9" and she said "Same
thing dipshit!"  and walked away triumphantly like she just proved what
she had to prove the whole time she was stalking me and was now done. 
Then I heard music playing and it was the 'Battle Hymn of the Republic"
playing....



weird ass dream.

 

Snakes and scary Monsters
Topic: Regular Dreams
Maybe it's the ritalin.  They just get weirder and weirder.  I dreamt I  was in a public place, it looked like a toilet but it was as big as a bathtub and I looked in the toilet/bathtub and there was a snake , a big green snake, so I tried to hurry and flush it and this big giant toilet/bathtub thing, I mean it looked like a bathtub but it flushed like a toilet, maybe a hot tub?  the snake would not go down and I thought it was  going to bite me.  Then there were other creatures and I couldnt figure out what or where they came from but they were SCARY.  Ok, so I thought I got most of them to flush down and I found JR, so it obviously had something to do with all the nasty shit at Irvine, haha.  I told him that there were creatures in the toilet/bathtub thing.  Later there was a shelf by the bathtub thing and it had a bunch of stuff on it, cool stuff- jewelry- cosmetics- all kinds of cool stuff- and so I thought wow there was all this stuff in the bathtub thing- JR must have pulled it out- so I figured it was free and started grabbing some of it.  Jr walked by and I said 'did you get this stuff out of that thing?" and he was like "huh?  I don't know where that stuff came from"  Then Chris Adams walked by and I asked her where it came from but she didn't know either, so I was like fuck it, it's mine!  lol...  then I saw someone who just got their hair cut, and decided to go get mine cut. I went to where they told me and got my hair cut.  It was a restaurant /hair salon (that just sounds gross, lol)  hair on one side/ restaurant on the other.  Then I noticed Stacey, from Irvine, she said that she went and learned to cut hair and now worked there, it took her 50 weeks.  Then the dream switched to Universal Tae Kwon Do.  Ok, now Universal is closed for real but Eddie used to go there.  Sean is gone but Nancy was teaching class, she was the black belt in charge.  There were quite a few people there I didn't know and a few I did, but she was the only one who seemed to have a higher belt, weird.

RED
Mood:  down
Topic: Red Balloons
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