30.09.2014Weird coding and hitting a jackpot (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was at my computer programming but it was some weird language instea of what I used to program (Yes, I do dedicate my life as a Psychic Medium, but I also enjoy coding in various languages such as C++, Java, HTML and CSS) As I was coding, it suddenly started to transform and my code editor looked weird. I was able to recall something like this: Code: <head> <title id="#ti38">Luc 1110111 01</title> </head> <body> <div> 11110011010011 00110011010101 11111011101110 11101110111101 </div> The code was unfinished (those who know how to code will find that body tag is not closed and the html tags as well as the doctype is missing. Also, the 1s and 0s were random, I did not recall the exact order but an approximate. The I was in sort sort of class and we were rolling dice for prices and my team mates got 1-4 pts. We were sitting in a large table and we were bummed because of low rolls. One other team mate rolled a 43 and we got excited, as it was worth 43 pts. Then, suddenly, a panel from wheel of fortune appeared: Someone told me, "It is your turn." So I went ahead to roll the dice, and as I did, a lady flipped a tile from the panel and it said, "Jackpot." All my team mates were jumping out of emotion and they were cheering on me. I felt good. I had a female friend in this dream.
<head> <title id="#ti38">Luc 1110111 01</title> </head> <body> <div> 11110011010011 00110011010101 11111011101110 11101110111101 </div>
I'm in front of a pretty decent house in the suburbs with a slanted driveway and a manicured front yard. It's getting to be the evening or so, and as I'm walking down the street on the sidewalk, what looks like a middle-aged addict wants me to go with her. She's dressed in a style that would not be out of place in a trailer park summer BBQ. I don't recall her face, though, but I "know" it's the face of a casino-lounging smoker. I politely decline and keep walking. After walking some more, I turn around and get a view of the street I just walked, and it is indeed a picturesque sub-urban neighborhood filled with relatively upscale houses and good looking yards -- suburbia hell, basically. I see a younger, short, and slightly overweight blonde, just as "down home" style as the addict above. Again, can't see her face, but I "know" she has on way too much make-up. She asks me to marry her so she can have children, but asked in a way that's so sad that I think she's being forced. I politely decline, and tell her about adopting foster kids. She has never heard of this concept, and leaves very excited. She disappears into the back of the crowded train. Yes, somehow, I'm on a pretty swank looking train now. People are dressed in formal-casual wear, except in a 20's style. It's well-lit, and way more spacious than a train. If not for Dream Knowledge that I'm on a train, I'd think I'm on a cruise ship or something. Oddly, all the vendors here use a point system to sell their things. Bottled water is worth something like 15-1600 points. Egg(s), though, costs a ridiculous 9999999 points on a big deli board menu in the middle of the train. I spot C and Z, friends from high school i haven't seen since, in benches or pews on the train. I hop over some benches to go say hi, along the way seeing the younger woman again, only now she looks like Clara from Back to the Future III, complete with hair-color change. She seems happier. Don't know if she adopted her baby, though.
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