All night long I was in the Spirit over the Mississippi River, flying above it from different angles from high in the sky or standing on the overlook from the Bluffs that look down on the river. I could see the St Louis archway several times but also the adjacent small towns and farmland on the MO and IL sides of the river.
And at the end of the dream I was standing in a river up to my knees, waiting and watching. Then a large group of fishermen and hunters gathered on the shore to walk slowly into the river where the waters flowed lazily so that they could do their morning exercises. This river was not as wide nor fast moving.
I was with the group but not of them, just an observer.
Suddenly a thin, very tall blond haired woman rose up from the water, dressed in shiny black pants with fins and a moss covered sweater with fins on her arms. She was quite astonishing to behold and everyone stared at her, following her exercises. As her movements became more agitated and frantic, a helper appeared from behind her to keep her upright in the water. The helper wore the same shiny black material but it was clearly not human and while its movements were fluid, they were definitely mechanical.
The men and women who followed her tried to follow her movements but found themselves unable to because of the increased shaking and impossible contortions of her limbs. So I commented with a bit of cynicism, “How are we supposed to follow her unless we have a helper too?”
The people on the shores began to laugh and mock the woman, whose face turned bright red and black with rage. Suddenly the ground began to shake and everyone started to panic and run.
I was suddenly taken from that scene, checking in my bags at the airport, preparing for my flight to St Louis. The interesting thing is that, in reality I’m due to fly to St Louis from Washington, DC next month.
Then I understood that the lazy river was in DC. So I checked a map and found that there are two main rivers – the Potomac and the Anacostia. But upon further research I found this list of rivers in D.C.
Then I read about the latest train derailment in Ohio which included a note of facilities that were destroyed by the previous toxic derailment:
East Palestine had 72 organic farms, 32 meat processing plants and heirloom seed growers.
Then I remembered a previous word for Ohio
I don’t understand what I saw, but there are very old underground lines (ley lines) from Ohio that lead directly to the federal government in Washington DC.