A while back I saw a post from someone about sharing a dream with their grand baby. I should have posted then, but was unable to because of work. I did try to find the thread,but was unable to recall who wrote it. I apologize for that.

I just wanted to share my experiences/thoughts about shared dreaming.

When I lived at home, my youngest sister and I shared a room/bed. We discovered about a week after we began sharing a bed that we would usually have the same dreams. So, we began experimenting. Each night one of us would make a suggestion about what we should dream about it. The next morning, we would write our dreams down and exchange them. They were always identical. We still do it to this day whenever we get together.

At first I thought it was just a special bond that her and I shared, but then I met Connie. She was my roommate, part Native American & extremely spirtual. Her and i had an immediate spirtual connection, we were spirit sisters. And we were able to share in each other's dream journeys. It was very cool.

Well several years later, after returning from the Middle East, my then 4 yr old son, who I had not seen in several months, wanted to sleep with me. I thought nothing of it at the time, threw back the covers, he climbed in bed, we cuddled up together & went to sleep. The next morning over breakfast, he told me that he had a horrible nightmare. When I asked him to describe it to me, I was horrified. It was my dream he had shared and it was about the things that I experienced over in the Middle East. No child should ever have a dream like that.

I got in touch with Connie again, and over the next several months she helped me to learn to control/block dreams I did not want to share with others, especially the nightmares.

My son, who is now grown, and I still share dreams, but not my nightmares. And we only do so when we are in close proximity to each other, like sharing a tent or a hotel room.

I do believe that people can share dreams, but I think there has to be a bond there, either blood or spiritual. Just my thoughts.

I am working on a white piece of equipment out in space. The equipment looked an awful lot like the "All Terrain Scout Transport". http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/star...0426214749

My attention is pulled away from the equipment by something going by in space... There is a panic to either get back to earth, or to get a message back to earth as to what is coming. This also explains our equipment failure!

I am sitting next to a grown man on my left and a 5 year old boy on my right. The in flight movie was about a paparazzi type reporter following and harassing a famous family. (During the time i was watching the movie, I was actually the woman in the movie who was being chased, so it became very stressful) I related a little but too much to the character. Now I am back on earth and I have just exited the space lander.

The grown man to my left says something that doesn't make sense, he is using a word that isn't a real word. His tone and what he is saying makes him sound like a victim, yet every time he says this word the 5 year old boy to my right keeps crying harder and harder.
Soon I am cradling the boy and yelling at the man next to me. I accuse him of hurting the boy using that word, then following the boy and repeating that word as a way of torturing the boy in front of others for his own sick jolly's! (This part/paragraph maybe day residue)

I tell the boy to quickly run across the plat form and jump down and get across the train tracks as fast as he can before the train takes off again. (I have been out in space for a while so a woman tells the boy not to do it.) I am confused and I look at the train that is stopped on the tracks and it looks like a BART train, nothing about it's appearance has changed to me.

Suddenly the train takes off and it turns out to be a bullet train, and if the boy had crossed he would have been killed. I am shocked, so i grab the boy by the hand and decide the only way to get him on the other side of the tracks and away from this sick man, is if i help him across.

As I am waking up, thinking about MARS, I hear my guide say to me: "Remote Influencing, BLOCK IT!".
I look up remote influencing, and it turns out that people who can do remote viewing can also influence others!
Interesting to know that all of this dream information maybe controlled by another.

Fall of 2015...had this dream...still vivid and makes my heart pound when I recall it...

Something catastrophic has happened. Apparently whatever the event was, it struck without warning. Catching everybody off guard and by surprise. 
I'm in a city...well, what's left anyhow. The buildings, skyscrapers, roads, bridges...all in rubble, destroyed, completely utterly in ruins...
No electricity, no light, except for the fires...telephone poles are burning, buildings, vehicles...we can hardly breathe because of smoke, chemical smells, plastics, metals, its horrible...
There are explosions, from all directions, and screams. Screams of terror, anguish, fear and death...
The sky is a void of darkness, no stars or moon, completely black, except for the glow of red from the fires...
I'm with a small band of survivors. We're a mixed bunch. Trying to escape the horror, to make our way out...
Some of us are "normal" The rest have "changed" The "changed" are no longer human by any stretch of imagination. Soul less, evil, some are wounded but it doesn't stop them. They are super fast, strong, mercifulless, cunning, running, and they are hunting...us, and any like us, the unchanged!
When they see the "unchanged" they run and attack like a pack of wild dogs, tearing and eating their prey, and their appetite is insatiable!
So, here we are, trying to move undetected, to get out of this hell...suddenly, a pack of "changed" run near us! I give a sign, the band freezes, in our tracks, close our eyes, and pray. I feel a Divine Presence, like Angels, cover us...then we hear the "changed" run away, toward the screams of a "unchanged" that has been caught. 
Again, we continue our journey out, away. Knowing to move swiftly, freeze, never let them see our eyes...and pray with every fiber of our being.

Before I discuss my dream from this morning, I must mention that I have had three dreams in which something in them had occurred in the future. 

The first thing that came true was a dream in which I was in a bathroom full of feces and these ladies were cleaning it up. As I was washing my hands, I remarked that I could get hepatitis. In real life, a few weeks later, I found cat poop in the closet in my bathroom. After cleaning it up, I washed my hands and remarked that I might get the parasite that mice get from cat poop (toxoplasmosis.)

In the next dream, I was in a car and a friend of mine called me at an inconvenient time and the same thing happened to me later on in real life.

In the third dream, I was riding in a taxi and that same friend called me up and asked, "What is the meaning of the re-occurring tree branches." When I said "What?" He hung up on me. In the dream, I was siting up in my bed. In real life, I had sighted some reoccurring symbolism involving Alicia and Alecia both singing about fire, and a woman who's name has the same value in Pythagorean gematria as mine getting the nickname "The Girl on Fire." (my name is "Alysha," Alysha=Katniss=Alice=21.) In real life, he called me up and asked me about it, and when I said "what?" He hung up... just like the dream. In real life, the phone was laying on the bed set on speaker.

This morning, an alarm on my phone woke me up unnecessarily (because my last day of school was yesterday and I forgot to turn it off) at 6:00 A.M. EDT. I went back to sleep and had a dream in which it had just rained, (for the tree trunks were dark with saturation) and I was letting my dog out. I had a large mahogany window which the dachshund could easily jump in and out of. As I was looking out it, and talking to her, multiple trees began to snap at their trunks and fall over. I had a large yard with numerous trees and so a few of mine had fallen. I sent the dog out into the yard to investigate, and she sniffed one of the snapped trees and returned with cobwebs on her face. I recognized the death of these trees as an apocalyptic event and became excited. I also heard my mother or father and a next door neighbor (on the left) were discussing the fact that this was the apocalypse and were well aware of it. In the dream, we had a short wooden fence with the same color as my window (we have a chain link fence in reality). I ran out into the front breezeway and asked my mother, who was standing there rather excited "is this just happening here?" She told me that it was national news. Later, I saw a pile up of black cars in the road that I live on and telling my mother to be careful because she was retrieving something from the neighbor on the right's driveway. Then, a police car flipped upside down in the pile-up. The next thing that happened was a young man with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes wearing a red jogging shirt and khaki, knee-length shorts running into my house and stealing a bunch of random trinkets and a box of cheerios. I told him that, in the last days, men will covet their neighbor's goods (as in compulsively steal bizarre things); but he ran across the street and was run over when he stopped to flip me off. I even remember trying to warn him that he would likely die before he could be saved. I walked inside and remembered this event as an event in "Left Behind," even though it was not. The last thing that happened was me looking out my back window--the one by my bed, as opposed to the one the dog was going in and out of-- and seeing giant lady bugs feeding on the fallen trees before my father woke me at about 6:46 AM.

Maybe it just means that I am going to be taking macro pictures of ladybugs after the rain... I would definitely plan on taking pictures of them once the ladybugs come out...

I know this kind of stuff has been a red alert in the past before the Ebola Virus... but do we have anything new on the Superbug?

A dreaded superbug found for the first time in a U.S. woman

http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/26/health/fir...index.html

Hello, I'm seeking a place to accept and archive @ 185 dream journals. Books are mostly hand-written, contain @ 5,000 dreams, with illustrations, 1999-present. Otherwise my kids will toss them when I'm gone.

Dream: I'm in a unfamiliar city, at a hospital...waiting to see a specialist. I have arrived much to early for my appointment. So I decide to wonder outdoors while I wait. There is like a courtyard outdoors. Hills, trees, flowers, and grass. It is a beautiful sunny day. There are seniors sitting on benches and all types of younger folk enjoying the park like court yard. It is surrounded by large brick buildings, medical...there are men weed eating and such...grounds keepers. They are wearing black or dark navy blue nylon jackets with white or yellow lettering. I'm enjoying the sun and nature. Suddenly, someone screams, I turn and see one of the men has pulled a gun and just shot someone! I look around and see all the working men pull guns and start shooting. I'm running for cover and see Donna from that 70's show, being shot! I jump down a embankment, lay still, there are other people hiding there. I make the "shhh" motion at them. Suddenly, Meg Ryan jumps up, screaming and trys to run. Her face is splattered in blood and dirt? The panick look frozen into my mind. Next scene, its over...I'm helping a old boy to his feet. I ask if he's ok. He smiles at me and replys, "I was not afraid. I served in the armed forces."

It happened to me again early this morning. I was in bed, and woke about 1:30 and needed to go to the bathroom. While I was getting up, I had a flash of windows or French doors in front of me. Lots of glass and light. Brief flash, and I was once again in my dark bedroom. It was very intense. Freaked me out a bit. Went to the bathroom, came back to bed. As soon as I laid back down, flash!, it happened again. Glass, light, a feeling of being somewhere known to me. Then I was back in my dark bedroom in bed.

Now, in my current bedroom, when I lay on my left side, I face a wall and a window with a dark wood blind. In the new house, I will be facing an interior wall with no windows.

Back in January, I saw something very similar. Was I there again? And where was I?

http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/T...here-was-I

There are two parts to this dream sequence, and they seem unrelated, but for the dress.

One: We are visiting my boyfriend's mother. She has been put into some kind of care facility, as she can no longer care for herself. I remember going to her room, and I remember leaving her room. Don't remember seeing her in the dream at all. On the way out, I look down and I am wearing this long black dress. Which isn't unusual, I'm an artist and have a lot of of black in my closet. Part of the uniform. But this seems ominous to me.

Two: I am with a group of people, and have arrived at some kind of run down motel, which is where we are supposed to stay for a while. Don't recall if the BF is there or not. Kind of think not. The room we are shown for sleeping is segregated between the women and men, and I am with a friend who I'll bunk with. I'm still wearing the black dress from earlier, but it seems worn now. At some point we have to leave to go attend to our chores, and another group goes to sleep in the same place. I turn to look into the main room, and thru the window I see a group of kittens about 8 weeks old. Very tiny and hopping about with joy. I am overjoyed at seeing new life, and I run into the room to play with them. Seems like more pleasure than I have had in a long time. I start to worry about them getting enough to eat, and I go find a bowl for water, and a hotdog. Not real meat, but good enough I think, and I start tearing it up to feed them. I am the only one who seems to care about them at all.

May 25, 2016 PM
No intent.

My husband, myself and one of our granddaughters are in the truck. The back seats are up and me and M are sitting on the floor looking at some very pretty rocks. One of them was orange crystal. We have an idea where the rocks came from and are heading into the countryside to see if we can find more. On the way out of the city where I live, on a dirt road, we hear loud crackling and roaring sounds. We look back and see a multi-vortex tornado heading toward the city from the southeast. We are terrified. Hubby picks up speed. There are vehicles behind us. We have to slow to cross a narrow muddy patch of road. After a bit, we notice the tornado has veered off, heading east away from the city. Big relief. The picture of the approaching tornado and the view afterwards are still clear in my mind.

In the dream, there was also some kind of connection between the rocks and an unsolved murder case...and a car salesman and his little boy, who was sitting on a big rock in the country, and who we were talking with and showing the rocks and joking about a customer. I showed the little boy a larger transparent rock with something inside but he wasn't interested.