It began with some kind of paranormal investigation. It was evening/night time, and I was part of a team of doctors who were trying to get to the bottom of a mystery about some disease some children appeared to be suffering from. In our attempt to crack the case, we headed up a hill to a place that was like an old historic hotel, which was dimly lit, and seemed spooky. When we arrived some shadowy guy with longish gray-hair, wearing a dark suit, popped out of a door that had opened suddenly like an elevator, with bright white light shining from behind him.  It was a familiar place to me, so I related some piece of information I recalled to the team about a particular structure that was in the courtyard that looked like a phone booth, but was actually a furnace.  So then I recalled a story about a particular guy named Pendergast, and then the shadowy guy made some comment about this situation being something like a ghost phenomenon. 

The next thing I remember, I was in a hospital, in a lower area, where I saw Joe Biden in scrubs, a bouffant hat, and a mask, like he was preparing for a surgery.  He asked me, “You Carl Mongan?”  I said No, but that I knew a Mark Mongan.  I just shook my head about how he had gotten tripped up like that.  So I can’t remember the plot exactly but suddenly the team felt like it was absolutely necessary to get over to a different hospital across town which was where some other kid had a case of some mysterious disease.  We felt like it was our duty to go over there to either confirm or rule-out any connection to the case we were working, so it would be for the kid’s benefit, and our own.

So a few of us got into a car; it was day time; a lady was driving; I was in the passenger seat, and there was another guy in the backseat who was sitting in the middle.  It was a bit crazy — it was clear things were urgent, so we got going and she really stepped on it as we went down a slope.  I felt some serious thrust which pressed me back into the seat.  The guy in the middle seat was glued to the dashboard so he could see out the front from right behind the glass; he was so enthused and excited like he was riding in a fighter jet.  So the lady controlled the car really well, but it seemed sketchy; the car was going some absurd speed like 300 mph, so it could only go in a straight line, but the road curved so we had to go straight over bumps and curbs.  The car seemed to handle that stuff well enough, so we crossed the downhill highway portion quite rapidly, but then we got to the grid-streets part of the trip, so it was just assumed it would be about another 10 minutes to get to the final destination since we wouldn’t be able to maintain that speed the whole way. 

We did arrive soon, however, I just remember seeing a blue cross logo on the building to indicate it as the hospital we were looking for.  Suddenly we were in the lobby, then there was a brief conversation with an Asian-Indian guy who was either on my team or was a liaison type of guy, and we discussed the risks of transmission with the patient.  We seemed to recognize that neither of us were in perfect condition, so maybe we could inadvertently harm the patient who we suspected could be in a weakened state, or we might contract their illness as well.  So we agreed it would be a good idea to just keep a bit of distance and cover our faces with a cloth, since it was all just a bit of unknown.  So then we went from the lobby to a meeting arena, like a small conference room, where there were about 4-5 people seated at a table.  I sat down. Some guy began with an introduction about some aspect of this only being relevant to doctors, PhD’s, etc, but then corrected himself to include the masters level, since I was there and was clearly up to speed with what was going on.

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This dream really highlights the power of the un-conscious to penetrate enigma. I have no recollection of ever learning about Tom Pendergast, nor was I ever familiar with the fictional character, Aloysius Pendergast, from the Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child novels. Both references are relevant to this year’s election fraud saga, from either perspective of the corruption plot, or its subsequent investigation.

I made up names to keep my privacy in the description interaction with Joe Biden, who was dressed for a surgical operation, btw, where he was either deliberately or inadvertently confusing my name with a similar one. No one ever sent me the memo ahead of time that the Dems would go for the ‘steal’ so blatantly, but that’s what I woke up to on election day, November 3rd, before the plot was executed, and way before all the details emerged.

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