I was going back to sleep this morning and asked for a dream that would be a message for the NDC.
I am not sure what the first part of the dream was other than being shown something, though I don't know what tight now. Next I heard the words "...and then there's princes shield" and saw a large pile of slithering snakes. It was as though someone had dumped a large basket of different types of snakes on the ground, I then woke up.
I don't know if this meant the celebrity Prince or an actual prince so I did not use an apostrophe.
I felt that the shield might be needed for the snakes.

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22 May 2018
No intention set

Working with Sylvester Stallone and his Expendables bunch(don't know who they all are beyond Jason Statham). We're fighting against some unnamed/unidentified adversary. Then I'm on a plane with my sons, who are both young boys, with Stallone as my bodyguard. I'm dressed in my nightshirt and barefoot. The kids are in jammies. Older boy is asleep with his head on my lap. Stallone is holding the younger boy, who is also asleep. That was too close, I say. Yeah, says Stallone, They were right behind us.

Then I'm someplace next to a river. There's a walkway along the river, with a railing between the river and the walkway. I'm leaning against the railing, looking out at the water. It's flowing quickly, as if there's been recent heavy rains. A man joins me. It's Arnold Schwarzenegger. He leans on the railing next to me. I heard what happened, he says. We need you, I say, We can't do this on our own. I don't know, he says. I look at him and say, They're after the kids, Arnie. The kids! Yours, mine, all of them! How can you stand aside and not fight for the kids? You don't understand, he says. I'm just getting things back on track. I stare at him, aghast. Seriously? I say, You're putting your own shit ahead of every child on this planet? I push away from the railing and walk away. You're useless, I say over my shoulder as I walk away, leaving him by the railing. I rejoin Stallone, who is standing beneath a tree. You warned me, I say. Stallone gets what I'm saying and says, He hasn't been the same since his divorce. Then we're joined by Bruce Willis and Jason Statham. Now what? I ask. Willis says, What about your big friends? I sigh and say, They'd be here if they could but they can't get through. Then we're screwed, says Stallone, Without them, we just don't have the power. I don't say anything. I'm watching my kids play Frisbee with the Expendables and trying not to cry. This isn't how it was supposed to go down and I feel so helpless.


Notes:

A bit higher caliber of celebrity tonight.

In the dream, I was quite clear on the fact the adversary was targeting the children. I had a mental image of them not killing the children but co-opting them. Changing them so they did the adversary's bidding.

FTR: my sons are both adults. The older son is a combat vet and can take care of himself, even with only one leg. The other son is smart enough to know to stay out of the way while others who know what they're doing handle things.

The reference to my "big friends" was clear to me in the dream. Willis meant the dragons. Theres' a long story about why they can't get back but suffice it to say everything they've tried so far has been unsuccessful.

A strong feel of being overwhelmed and discouraged. So few of us to fight so many.

21 May 2016
No intention set

Don't remember details; mostly jumbled scenes but a few scenes jump out of the stew.

A sense of traveling about, being in different areas, different terrains and different locals. People getting on a train. Many are wearing sports jerseys. I recognize Steelers' jerseys but there are other team jerseys, too. Someone sees a woman in a white jersey with red and blue trim and yells out, It's that woman who bitched about-- (missed the last part). The woman starts yelling back, arguing with people as they converge on her. I don't see it but I know they're attacking her.

Pulling into a parking lot. Most of the spots near a big windowless building are taken but there are plenty of empty spots farther out. I go to park out there rather than prowl the filled rows, looking and waiting for an available spot.

A feel of stopping somewhere for a while. Not home, but a place I'll be for a while. I talk to a man in the parking lot. He tells me he's a doctor. He's exhausted from taking care of so many people and he's looking forward to resting and sleeping before he goes on shift again.

I approach a hotel front desk. Long line of people at the desk. Chaotic scene, with people talking all at once. A group of men wearing black denim jackets, black jeans, and red turtlenecks are clustered around the desk. There are instrument cases by their feet so I assume they're musicians on tour. One of the men turns around and looks at me. He's wearing a black full-face mask which reminds me of Deadpool's mask. No one else seems to notice the masked man. As I watch, he pulls off the mask. His skin is completely black, obsidian black. Even his eyes are black. While I watch, the black fades and he takes on the features of a regular Caucasian man. He smiles at me and strikes up a conversation. Idle chatter about how he hopes this room has a functional microwave oven so he can nuke his food; the last room he stayed in didn't have a working microwave and he had to eat cold food. A harried woman approaches us and tells me they have only one spare functional microwave oven but it has a tendency to shoot projectiles at people. That's okay, I tell her, as long as it nukes stuff. I look at the man and tell the woman to give the microwave to this guy. He doesn't say anything when I ask him if he's good at knowing when to duck.


Notes:

First night in a while were I slept for more than 3-4 hours.

Everything was so darned disjointed it was hard to get a feel for things. The only thing that really stood out with any clarity was the guy in black and red.

CNN like news flash only silver coloured, odd looking graphic. I cannot make it out. Not sure what it is about. I also see fields of tanks, moving very quickly for tanks. Odd looking tanks maybe Russian? Maybe German? Not American. Related stories of what look like mining activity or strikes at mines? Also had visits to dream lodge [as I call it now]. Black dark surroundings. Voice says " in for a penny in for a pound, does not matter, it will be like a ton? prosper well or die". The last bit had to be the most ominous yet. Other bits and pieces with strange similar tone. Shiny Black mirrored curtain waving in the back. The curtain is translucent, silvery kinda glass like in one dream, can see zombie like men in suits, look like bankers,"in for a penny in for a pound" =now like a ton= "Death be not proud, we prosper not" one of the things they appear to say, they also appear to be wearing black and gold veils Very uncertain what it all means. One CNN or Fox like story shows rotating bar of gold exploding ? with a silver lightning streak hitting it. Very odd. 
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They say, Don't aim to high, the fall is much greater
Don't live for now, you'll get to it later
Don't take the risk, you'll be much safer
That's what they say

Well I've never been one for the rules
I see no limit to what I can do
I'm up for the challenge in spite of you
If not me then who

And I want it all, Want it all
Nothing is too big or too small
I want it all, want it all
I won't accept impossible
I'll be more than happy to wait
Than to settle today
I want it all

They say don't shine to bright, keep your light to a minimum
Don't speak your mind, no one is really listening
Don't be the change, you won't make the difference
That's what they say

Tell me I'm crazy, Tell me I'm blind
But don't put a ceiling on how high I fly
I paint in colors outside your lines
I wanna live until I die

And I want it all, Want it all
Nothing is too big or too small
I want it all, want it all
I won't accept impossible
I will be more than happy to wait
Ooooo.......
Than to settle today
I want it all

I wanna be happy, I wanna be free
I wanna be healthy, I wanna believe
In something much greater that's waiting for me
I wanna be loved right exceptionally
See the world maybe one time, maybe two, maybe three
And it should all end tonight, I am complete

Nothing is too big or too small
I want it all, want it all
I won't accept impossible
I'll be more than happy to wait
Then to settle today
I want it all

05/22/2016 AM
No Intent
Mood: very sad and very afraid
Three part dream

1) I am in a large factory type building. . I am wearing old gray drab colored clothing, like medical scrubs. I have several long tables in front of me. I am applying paper-mâché to forms in front of me. I position them in all different poses. I have made thousands of these figures in all shapes and sizes. There is one just toward the end of the table that is just the size of a 3 day old baby and one over on the other table that is an old hunch backed man. I have worked here for years. I know to keep my mouth shut. I know what I am doing is wrong but I must stay alive however I can. I am so afraid. They bring in another frame. They are laughing and making jokes about how much they need these frames and how they can use them.

2) I am standing up on a second level of the building watching the activity below. The men I see are tall, muscular and hard living men. They have scars all over their bodies. I know that some of the scars are from what they do to the forms that I make. They must take a piece of their bodies to put into the forms to make them reanimate after they are captured and killed. I know that I cannot let them see me cry.

3) I am back at my work space. I am piling on the paper pulp. I know that they take the forms from my area to a section where they were sprayed with some kind of lacquer sealer. I know that these forms are made to put in place to be seen by the general public as a way to control us all. I call these people “forms” because I refused to admit to myself what I am doing. I am covering the face and I make the mistake of looking at the eyes.
The eyes are looking back at me!
I am shocked awake.

Comments:
The whole dream seemed to be in shades of gray. The men I saw looked almost human but they were taller, muscular and had longer legs. They were using people as slaves. Refusing to cooperate is why you or someone you cared about were made into a form and used as a lesson for others. The forms were still alive and aware for a while but unable to move.

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This run is significant for obvious reasons, but to add to the fire, I just got a note from JM Debord (dream researcher, author, and reddit moderator). I’ll attach the full email, but realize how he specifically asks about whether we’ve had any dreambot hits on “Trump.”

I am standing in an information booth at a street fair or a farmers market of some kind, and when people come up to the booth, the other people in the booth with me give out the information.

A young 20 something Chinese girl walks up to the booth and she begins to speak the Mandarin Chinese language to us, the other people in the booth with me do not know what the girl is saying, but some how I do.

I go to answer her question by when I open my mouth Mandarin Chinese is what comes out. Also the I did not answer the girls question, it was as if someone else was speaking through me, and the person said in my voice. "Your grandmother will be very upset to learn about her future in this way, so do not tell her. Do not upset her, just let her know her elders are watching over her." The girl ran away crying.

The other people in the booth looked at me like i was a monster, and i said "What?"
They all turned away from me, and went back to helping other people.

An old man walks up to the booth and is speaking the Aramaic language, he asks a questions to the group of us, but no one speaks Aramaic. Once again I go to answer the old mans question and in Aramaic I say to him: "Grace can and does have a history". The old man smiles at me, and walks away.

Once again everyone in the group looks at me strange. One of them speaks up and finally asks me in Spanish, when did you learn Mandarin Chinese and Aramaic?

I answered him with the following reply: "La conversación es el alimento del alma"
"Conversation is food for the soul".

I woke up with my mothers sick cat pushing his head against my chin, again!

After I read the post here on NDC about Spirit Animals, I went to Facebook to see what was happening there.  Someone posted this video.  My FB friend said:  This woman is my Spirit Animal!  So of course I had to check it out since I have Spirit Animals on my mind.  https://youtu.be/a8B1X4wDyWk