In prayer this morning I asked if there was anything I needed to post on NDC. I saw a red dragon face. There were glints of gold color too. The dragon is flying. Someone or something has angered this dragon. The dragon is a male and huge. He likes his snooze time, but something keeps pokeing him and now he is pissed.

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I dreamed that a man who I knew to be a Freemason called me on the phone and confessed to knowing who I was in my former life. He seemed very nervous, and that he was speaking quietly and close to the phone.

The next thing I recall was coming home and seeing my bathroom empty and clean. I became enraged at my mother when she came into the room, knowing full well that she was going to force me to clean the rest of my bedroom. For some reason, my mother had one brown eye. She came into my room, sat down next to me and tried to calm me down.
At that moment, the dream transitioned rather suddenly to where I was standing in the middle of some kind of an arena with three other people; including a giant man. The very tall man was under attack by an army of children with laser guns. The number of children increased twofold, and the two people (a man and woman), who were in charge of whatever was happening to this man, were worried that they would be too many for him to take on. Instead of killing him, the children suddenly became enamored with him; as if they were thrilled to see someone as tall as he was. He began interacting with the children in a very avuncular way. I recall him saying that his name was “Phoenix Musterhausen.” Part of me recognized this name as an allusion to the character of “Simon Phoenix” in “Demolition Man.”

After that, me and these three other people ended up inside of what I believe to be either a gift shop, a restaurant, or both. I was seated next to him, and the two other people were sitting in front of us. Somehow, it came up in conversation that me and this very tall man were the same person, and the man of two suggested a “split incarnation.” I also recall the three of them being amused at the fact that the tall man and I were leaning on the table the exact same way. We may have been wearing the same clothes, as well, but I’m not sure.  The features of our faces also came up in conversation. The woman, who was seated across from me, remarked that she had a fish face (or something of that nature) and it suddenly became clear that she had an upturned mouth and an oddly small chin. I said that I had a round or square face, and none of the people denied or confirmed that.

The tall man seemed “sturdy” in his build, and was dressed very modestly in a cargo coat and a plaid shirt. The features of his face were coarse but pleasant and he looked as though he was between 35 and 50 years in age. He had golden-brown hair and was Caucasian. I do not recall seeing his eyes, but they may have been dark blue. There was something to his disposition that suggested that he was physically tired or unwell. He may have mentioned having acromegaly. When asked about his height, he hesitated and said that he was 7’5”. He told the woman who asked him about his height that he ran marathons, “the new ones, not the old ones.” After everyone got up, we went our separate ways, and the tall man went to work with his “crew.” I do not know what his occupation was. My interpretation of this dream was that I was meeting myself in my next life.

Has anyone else dreamed of giants lately?

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I can't remember what all was going on in this dream, just that I was being forced to give someone I didn't care for a gift. In fact, for some reason, EVERYONE was being forced to give someone they didn't care for a gift and I thought it was very unfair. Nice people were having to gift these just terrible people very expensive cars and watches and all kinds of things and I couldn't figure it out, because I felt there were much more deserving people in the world like those starving or homeless that were, in spite of things, kind people. The people receiving the gifts seemed just really mean, lazy, unappreciative, and sometimes even hateful people. So, I decided I wasn't going to be doing this.

I didn't seem to have a choice when it came to not giving a gift at all, so after thinking about it, I decided home made was best. I went to work constructing a guitar made entirely of pizza crusts. Not the good stuffed crust either, the gross crunchy kind with no taste. I just sort of laughed to myself as I worked adding detail to the guitar. When the body of the guitar was finished, I decided to add 6 thick carrot ends right in the middle in two rows of three. They were still kinda dirty and sprouting slightly. I weirdly got a lot of joy in crafting this terrible gift knowing it was for a terrible person, though I can't recall who, exactly.

I woke up from this dream laughing, which was nice since most of my dreams lately haven't been too pleasant.

I had this dream early this morning. For some reason, I had lost everything and my children and I were living with this couple. The man was average, brown hair, thin and kinda nerdy looking... the woman was heavy set, had a lip piercing and well dressed. I had gone into a room to talk to them about something. They had a furnace built into the wall of this room and were filling it up with trash and junk mail to burn up. When I started to talk to them, I noticed my journal in the furnace. I got extremely upset because I love this journal. I quickly snatched my journal out and began crying, asking why they would go into my room and take something so personal and important from me to burn it... then went on to tell then that I had ONLY written good things about them in it... thinking that maybe they assumed I had written bad things about them there. The woman said she knew I had only written good things about them, which made it more confusing as to why they would take this thing to burn.

I noticed a small box in the furnace with my name on it that said "Safty Link", which I *think* is like a government assistance cell phone and got even more upset because I NEEDED a phone to get a job so I could find a new place to live. I yank that out as well asking why they would steal something so important from me. The woman just shrugged and didn't seem too upset about it. I then noticed that maybe 50% of the stuff in there or more is mine. There was an onyx and diamond necklace and earring set that someone who once loved me had sent (no idea who that was, just that they loved me) ... along with lots of letters and other gifts from people who I thought had forgotten about me long ago. I was so upset and irate I was shaking and crying and asking over and over again WHY they would do this. The woman, now looking very annoyed at me, just said she didn't know why and that she just did it... so I think to myself that these poor people have some sort of disorder and are maybe kleptomaniacs or something.

Around this time another well dressed heavy-set woman walks in and identifies herself as a lawyer. This man and woman were in trouble for something and were going to have to go to court soon, but I didn't catch why. Just that there was a possibility of prison, so it must have been pretty bad, whatever it was. They were quite rude to the lawyer trying to help them and I was still very upset so I left out with all of my things to my room. I could hear a good bit of arguing and when the lawyer left out of the room, I called her over to my room and shut the door to talk to her. I wanted to know if I could do anything about these people stealing my things and trying to prevent me from getting a job or the help I needed to get back on my feet and leave... but before the lawyer could respond, we could hear the woman and her husband leaving out of the room shouting that they were leaving the house and would "cut down" anyone between them and the front door to include me and the lawyer. So I grabbed one of my shotguns from the closet and asked the lawyer if she knew how to use it. She nodded. Thinking the gun was unloaded, I went back to the closet and had to climb up to a high shelf to pull out a box of ammo I had hidden. I got out two shells that looked a lot like AA Batteries. I was confused as to how to put them in, but she helped me load them, positive end forward. I didn't feel like I had time to load another gun, so I grabbed a long, decorative katana I had and we both left out of the room together.

There was a long hall that lead into the living room... and I realized that it was very quiet. My children were living there with me, but I no longer heard them... as I made my way down the hall... I could see my oldest son's legs and feet laying on the floor in the living room at the end of the hall. They had been separated from the rest of his body. I realized that this couple had killed my children... and had feelings of anger and despair wash over me. I couldn't bear to see what was in the living room, so I closed my eyes as I passed through. In the next room, this woman and her husband were preparing to leave. Neither seemed bothered by the fact they had just slaughtered innocent children. They just radiated evil and coldness. I realized I was alone and the lawyer was no longer with me. The woman turned to me and smiled before raising her hand with a knife in it, and I struck her in the face with the sword. Then her husband turned with a knife also and I struck him on the neck. The woman was on her back kicking herself towards me, thrusting her knife at me while giving me details about how she killed my children and how much pleasure she took in it. So I struck her in the face with the sword again and again, hoping to kill her. But each time I struck her, I struck her in the mouth which would grow bigger and wider. With each strike she would get another row of teeth in her mouth and her face would become more and more demonic and sinister with rows of teeth like some sort of demon from a horror film. I stuck her with the intent of killing her until I knew somehow that one more strike would break her head in half and she would die... and decided then that death would be an "easy out" for her. By leaving her alive, she would have to suffer the consequences of what she had done and would have to live with looking like the demon she was. She seemed unable to attack me at this point and I fell to my knees and crawled to a corner of the room to cry until the police could show up and take care of things.

Needless to say, I woke up feeling very upset and emotionally drained.

I had this same dream about three times yesterday. Once in the middle of the day when I tried to squeeze in a nap. Twice later that night while trying to go to sleep. The dream itself didn't feel like it lasted long... just a few seconds in-dream and it felt like it happened before I could really get into a deep sleep. Like, just as I began drifting off to sleep I would jerk awake in a sort of panic.

In this dream, I was on the back porch of my current home. A small, old, worn wooden porch. I was looking down the steps that lead out into the yard. There was a woman there, someone I don't recall having ever seen in my life. She looked to be maybe in her late 50's early 60's. Very pale. Around my height (5'6"ish). She had what was once reddish-brown hair done up in a bun, but the hair was beginning to fade into silver. She was a little overweight, looking (to me) like she may weigh around 200 lbs. She was wearing a long nightshirt. I wanna say it was white, but I remember for sure it had these coral colored flowers on it. The 'petals' were long and spiky. The color and shape of them were so odd and for some reason seemed important, so I held onto that little detail.

In most dreams I have of people visiting me, we sit and talk while we have tea. In fact, we often have tea on this same back porch if they come to me ... this woman took maybe two or three very shaky, unsteady steps towards the old, wooden steps going up to the porch while staring at me, then just stood there looking at me. I'm not sure if she couldn't make it to the steps or just refused to go up them. Her mouth was open, eyes huge and her arms were reaching out towards me. She had this expression like she was maybe very frightened or in pain (maybe both). It was almost like she was trying to scream but nothing was coming out. And then I had a rush of fear and panic come over me and shot up out of bed.

It was a very good thing that I thought of the color as "coral" in the dream, it made it easy to find the plant. A quick google search reveled to me that the 'flower' on this woman's night shirt belonged to the "Indian Coral Tree".

Time has been passing very quickly for me this week. And this morning had a woo-woo moment. I walked into a small public restroom, wet a paper towel to wipe around my eyes because my eyes were irritated. A woman walks out of one of the stalls walking toward the sink where I was standing. When she got to the sink area next to me, she looked at me with a startled look on her face. She said, Oh I never heard you come in or saw you standing there. I just laughed and said, ok.

Now I am wondering about "time passing quickly" and "not being seen", if these two are connected and part of the same experience?

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5 Dec 2017
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Standing off to the side in what looks like a large cafeteria(tables, food trays, etc). There's a hubbub at the main entry and in comes JFK and Jackie Kennedy, loosely surrounded by the Secret Service detail. They're greeting people, shaking hands, and slowly making their way through the cafeteria. Suddenly something happens, I don't see what, but it causes complete chaos. I push through the crowd towards the president's party. A Secret Service agent spies me, nudges another agent. They separate enough to let me through. The first agents says, Thank God you're here. I tell them I'll take the president and first lady to safety, with one agent to bring up the rear, and let them know where to retrieve them. The second agent nods and falls in with me.

Jump to the four of us are hauling butt up the side of a heavily forested mountain. I'm wearing my hiking backpack, hiking clothes, and carrying a rifle. Behind me are JFK and Jackie, now in hiking gear. The agent, still in his suit, brings up the rear. We stop for a quick breather. JFK comments that he never imagined a woman as an agent. I keep my attention on the terrain, watching and listening for any signs of pursuit, but tell him I'm not an agent. The Secret Service agent adds, She's known but not affiliated with any agency. I hold up my hand, listening. I hear the faint sounds of helicopters approaching. I tell the others we have to get to cover fast, that there's a small rock overhang that will allow us to hide from the helicopters.

Then we're at the rocks. The boulder juts out so much the opening beneath is like a small cave. The agent and I put JFK and Jackie in the back and we hunker down at the opening, weapons ready. The agent says he doesn't have enough ammunition for a gun fight. I reach into a section of my backpack and pull out a box of ammo that will work in his weapon. Then I pull out another box with ammo for my rifle. The agent blinks, then says he heard I was always prepared for anything. Yeah, I tell him, I don't like being caught off guard. We settle down to wait for anyone who might approach our position. JFK crawls up and asks if there's anything he can do. I unholster my sidearm and hand it to him, along with a couple loaded magazines, asking if he knows how to use one of these. He says he does. Good, I tell him, because we need all hands on deck. He laughs and says it's been years since he heard that phrase.


My first thought on waking was JFK? Why JFK? Of all the presidents, why him?

And I do like to be prepared for any contingency.

No clue what the threat was, other than JFK was the target.