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161 on them, because most people weren't driving anymore — ducking off into the woods to dodge the police roadblocks set up along the way for interrogating the rare people who did still drive. More vivid imaginings of Washington D.C. being nuked because it’s only 100 miles away from where we currently live. Just far enough away that we wouldn't be killed...but still within a major danger zone requiring us to leave, and then surviving in a society that would now be in chaos. Vivid imaginings of panhandling for food outside stores that I could no longer go into because I’d said no to the Big Brother microchipping, while others said yes. So now I had to be on the outside looking in. And lots of obsessive interest about the logistics of freight train hopping. Not normal! ;) I’d intently study passing freight trains and imagine running along and grabbing on, jumping off, jumping onto the top from a platform above, and even got tips from my dad who hopped trains as a kid — wear gloves, he suggested. And get a belt or rope of some sort to strap yourself in if you plan to be on one for awhile, so your hands and arms won't get fatigued having a o44 ¢ escaping the NWO” dreams: It was so vivid that it may as well have happened. The dream started with the U.S. being in a war situation and with martial law in effect; I then found myself traveling by foot across the country and was in a convenience store where people were gathered around the T.V. that hung from the ceiling, calmly watching the news reports. Then it culminated with me and several others illegally hitching rides on freight trains, trying to get cross country past closed state borders. We were somewhere out west, in open land with mountains in the distance and a piercing blue sunny sky. Military snipers dressed in black were set up intermittently along the tracks to pluck off people like me. I saw two sniper dudes about 30 feet (?) from the tracks, one of whom had his rifle up and firing. The one next to him had his rifle down, and just stood there squinting in the sun, letting the other guy take his shots at us. I could feel the bullets whizzing past me as I rounded the corner of the box car to get away and hang off the other side, and that’s where the dream ended. My mentality through it all was calm and nonchalant. Just doing what needed to be done. No fear. When I pendulum dowsed this back in 2005 I got that no, it was not a normal dream....and no, it wasn’t a prophesy either, believe it or Part III - Expanded Insights —_—_—_—_—— ee *e Not normal! to hold on for so long. But then, there was the mother of all “bein’ on the lam and