Nana's Rants on Subjects from A-Z: The Great Mind F***k Seth Rich, George Webb, Jason Goodman, Dave Acton, Defango & LTV Social Engineering (VIDEOS)

The Great Mind F***k

Seth Rich, George Webb, Jason Goodman,

Dave Acton, Defango and LTV,

Social Engineering

Okay folks, this is a dream story and I am asking you to travel into the Dream Universe with me and then leave your comments below. Take this opportunity to hone your Dream interpretation skills and tell me what you think this dream means.

https://youtu.be/H2kfxRhplt4

I am going to do all I can to pull this dream together.

I return to my old college campus, Marywood in Scranton PA. They are having an event, a gathering or party or festival or something to that effect. When I arrive, there are a few people gathered around, but I had expected to see many more folks. At some point, it snows very heavily and quickly the ground is covered up to at least 7 inches. We are out side when this happens and though it was not expected everyone seems to simply go indoors without any resistance.

There are two ladies that I end up talking to. They seem to be in some kind of position of authority, or have some type of job on campus, but they are not students.

We strike up a conversation and I tell them how when I attended Marywood, there were 7 black students in the entire school, now there are so many there and even students from Africa.

They seem to be preoccupied but listen to me anyways.

I tell them how we could walk from the Liberal Arts building to Regina Hall on one side and to the freshmen dorm on the other side.

They tell me that Regina Hall is now a shelter for homeless people. I thought that odd that they would put a shelter for homeless people right on campus. Especially since homeless people can have many types of varying issues, from mental health, drug addictions, criminality, etc.

They reassured me that they were secure and that there was no way the homeless people could come over because they had built a strong wall between the two building and sealed off the opening to Regina hall.

At some point in this dream, I go into the Liberal arts building and there I could see the wall. It's a pale blue but it is really strange. Mainly because there was no wall, when I attended the college before. I gingerly run my hand across the wall, remembering how we used to be able to visit our fellow classmates by just walking thru the Liberal Arts Building to the other building.

I tell the two young ladies that I may have even spent a few months in that building as that is where the sophomores lived before they moved over to Madonna Hall, a building that was reserved for the Juniors and seniors and had been newly renovated, when I was there in the 70's.

A lot has changed on campus since I was there in the 70's and my old stories seem to go over their heads, they are a few years younger than me, maybe 20 or 30 years younger., or maybe just 20 years.

I am very familiar with the campus none the less. So they trust that my old story is probably very true but irrelevant at this point.

The dorm on the other side of the Liberal Arts building, Immacculata Hall is totally unfamiliar to me, especially how they have the students crammed into the rooms. Some rooms have 2 and 3 bunk beds stacked on top of one another. I see a few students lying in bed, but they are not sleeping they are just hanging out in their beds, like college kids in dorms do, but it was really strange that they were so cramped into the rooms. I don't remember us having bunk beds when I was there and thought maybe they do that so they can house more students or something like that.

A little while later, I begin to realize that it's time for me to return home. And I better hurry before I miss my "bus" or "train".

One of the two young ladies offers me a job.

"Would you like to work with us?" She asks.

"Wow, I respond, that's interesting, what would you all want me to do?"

"Well, we keep an eye out on the campus and the students. We don't have to work to hard, we just walk around and check things out. Since you are so familiar with this campus, it should be easy for you to do this, correct?"

"Sure."

"We really hadn't thought of adding another person to our team, but now that you are here and you seem to be familiar wit the surroundings we thought about it and decided that you would be great addition to what we are already doing as a team."

I am still not quite clear of exactly it is that they want me to do, or even what they saw in me that would make them think I qualified for the job, but heck, I could use some extra money to help pay my rent.

"So, what are the terms of the job, like how long and how much, and what are the hours?" I ask.

I do have responsibilities back home and all, but if they can pay me enough that I could take care of my rent, and other bills, then fine.

"Oh, and would I live on campus or off campus?"

"You would definitely live on campus, we all do, we live right here,"

I wondered if the students knew they were being watched, or if they looked out of place they are a bit older, but then again, the student body demographics range as well. But then I wondered, if the students would notice that these folks were never in any of their classes. They had to be clandestine in whenever they were around and could not come right out and say to the students "Hey, we are watching you."

The two ladies take me inside of a building and into a small office. There's another young lady, even younger than them, maybe a grad student or something, but she was very professional and had her books out. She may have been their accountant as she was writing down numbers in a book she took out when we arrived.

One of the young ladies spoke to her as we stood there in her office.

"Listen, I need you to crunch some numbers. We are thinking of hiring this lady to work on our team so she can help us watch the students. Do we have it in our budget to cover another person on the team?"

The lady is sitting at her desk and she turns some pages saying.

"Well, we have three sources from which we can draw money. How much are we paying her?"

Yeah, that was my initial question anyways.

"Well, we need her to work about 6 hours a week for 6 weeks. She can work more, but we don't want to appear to obvious, with three of us working, we alternate shifts so we won't be too obvious. She is really familiar with the campus since she lived here before. So, we were thinking 6 hours a week for 6 weeks, should be good."

That's a curious amount of hours for a watch detail, I think to myself. How can anybody make a living only working 6 hours a week.

"Excuse me, did I hear you correctly did you say 6 hours a week, or was that six hours a day?

"No, you heard me correctly, we would start with 6 hours a week for 6 weeks, if you can keep a good look out over the campus and report back what you find out in that time, then we may expand your hours but this would be determined by you in the long run."

That sounded pretty fair, give me a trial run, see if I now my way around and then, increase my hours if I do well, sounds pretty fair, I think to myself. Then the one of the ladies asks the accountant-treasure acting looking lady, do we have the budget for this addition.

They seem to be really strange acting to me at this point.

Not like a security team of folks but some kind of special project thingy or something. They are not very relaxed either but really rigid and super professional like. The lady who is crunching the numbers seems more relaxed although they are standing over her and sorta demanding but gently so, that she hurry up. And I kind of remember, they better hurry up cause I have a bus to catch.

"Well, we have three funds we can draw from to pay her salary of $26,000.00 for her 6 weeks/6 hours per week position.

We have the "………………." fund. We can take $12,000.00 from there"

I can't remember what she said in this part of the dream.

"We have the "……………………" fund, we can take $10,000.00 from there."

I can't remember that one either.

"And then we have the Seth Rich Fund, we can get the balance from there."

"Wait, did you say the Seth Rich fund? How can he fund anything, I thought he was killed, shot in the back a few times or something like that. You mean he is still alive and contributing to this fund?"

This is where the dream took a serious turn for me. I am usually lucid in my dreams and my day time and sleep time overlap a lot, so when they said Seth Rich, well I respond with the knowledge of my waking life, I though that that dude was dead so how can he be putting in any money into a fund and why would he, if he were alive, fund a project that has us watching the students on campus? The questions start swirling around in my head and the fact that nobody paid any attention to my question was even more weird. They jus simply agreed with her and were happy she could find the money to pay my salary.

Actually I was kinda happy, I mean, where can you go and work for 6 hours a week for 6 weeks and get paid $26,000.00? And all I gotta do is keep an eye out and watch these students. But look like I ain't watching them, and have housing and food and all that stuff and be able to pay my rent back home..

It sounded like a really sweet deal, although I am still curious how Seth Rich got in the mix.

I am not sure if this happens in my minds' eye or if they actually had a picture of him in his flag out fit sitting on the chair, but that is what I see as I am waking up from this dream, thinking, dang, that dude ain't dead after all. He's somewhere making money and donating it to a fund to watch the students at Marywood College.

Now, I am a prolific dreamer, I dream all the time, even during my naps that I take whenever I'm sleepy. Ha, I am blessed to be able to do that and I thank the Universe and my guides for that at this point in my life.

My dreams have plots that run in sequence for the most part and are telling me something. I believe they help me to see beyond the veil.

I had watched a few videos on YouTube about this George Webb, Dave Acton, Jason Goodman, Defango debacle that just blew up with "Lift the Veil" saying he believed George and Dave were the same person. But then we had the bomb threat that shut down the Port of Charlestonin South Carolina and got the FBI and Coast guard to evacuate the Maersk Memphis container ship. I had just heard about that before I had this dream. My last thought on this whole thing was that George Webb had hijacked Dave's YouTube channel and that is why it felt like to LTV that they were the same person. Since Dave wouldn't show his face in his vids anymore, like he had been seen on Infowars, and all, it was strange to LTV that he would not show his face.

The whole thing blew up with the bomb scare that hit mainstream media where they reported that YouTube conspiracy theorists were behind the scare and named George Webb and Jason Goodman in some of their reports.

Like a bowling ball, going down the alley, all the pins fell!

GAME OVER!

So what do you think?

I would love for my subscribers and visitors to take a shot at interpreting this dream. Tell me what you think it is saying.

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