I was outside holding a laundry basket when I noticed a large grouping of bugs on one of the pillow cases. They looked like black flax seed. When I tried to gather and remove them, they clung to my hand and some opened their wings to look like small greenish yellow flies. When they opened their wings, they emitted some bluish tinged crusty substance that burned on my skin. I rushed into the house to wash them off and when the water hit them, they all opened their wings and my hand was covered with the blue stuff and burning like crazy. More water washed the stuff off and then I looked down..... Both my feet were covered in the bugs. I started to scream for my husband but the sound wouldn't come. I finally managed to squeak out his name when I heard him rustling in his bed. The end.

This dream is probably a throwback to watching the news last night about the Zika virus and the Olympics in Brazil. I felt fear when I watched that news report but why would my unconscious choose to foment a dream about it? Just like the computer reboot dream, I was a participant.

Trending: grim goodness fever transition metal zone danger means twilight expensive son sent giant military request crazy mouth album room branch director freed bliss crush invited gab cluster low stops pitch tonight pillow made bad platform feel symbol evening stomach cut
Waning: one fell connection personal box spinning basically earth rather arms death desire dirt between foot key interesting pain pizza familiar glad pet dragon hey loves thanks awhile cake remove york

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Even though it will look grim, always remember that there is goodness present in the transition. Oh, and there might be a fever, a danger zone, a giant military request, and a crazy mouth. I’m looking forward to another transition. Heck, I could look at my life and say that I’ve been in transition for quite some time now. Change is not something periodic for me; it seems more like a way of life. REMEMBER THE GOODNESS in each transition! Remain grateful, for each situation poses unique opportunities.



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Well, I am yet another member here who went through high school in the 1970's. I have no idea what prompted this brief dream,. Certainly not day residue.

I was watching David Cassidy (Partridge Family fame) play the guitar. I was viewing him close-up, either live in concert or a TV close-up; not seeing any Audience or other fans. He looked to be in his 30s or 40s, still sporting the shag haircut and wearing an all white outfit with rhinestones. He was playing the guitar exceedingly well but then the guitar pick he was using broke, and he managed to replace it with a new one without any stop in playing. And that happened a second time. He kept playing, and smiling, not at all perturbeded. I was impressed by his talent and good humor. Then I realized how strange the dream was and I woke up.

So does that make members of my generation nostalgic? LOL

Hello,

I am the messiah, I understand if you do not believe me (although I don't...sorry). I do not wish to publish my name, although I am not trying to keep it a secret and it may or may not come in due time. I am of Hebrew/Creole descent and live in Natchitoches, Louisiana, USA. On my mother's side I am related to 34 presidents (it's called the Atlantean Conspiracy) and am a Hemings descendant, not Sally but her oldest sibling Mary Hemmings (spelt with TWO M's). I also descend from the Tribe of Issachar (known to be seers) on her side, they were from Monticello too. On my father's side I am the direct descendant of Nicolas Augustin Metoyer...google his picture. I also descend from the Tribe of Judah on my father's side, surname Abbrow...yes, it's the single most important bloodline in the world. I am the direct descendant with no children...29 years old. It comes with the birthmark.  

I have a Bachelor of Arts in PoliSci and am in school for an MPA. Will continue for a PhD in Public Policy and Public Administration next year. I am also a first year law student, I hope to graduate into second year this October.

I can't predict, although I once did...had to do with a hallway and Nostradamus...don't care to remember it. Oh, and I have heritable MS that gives me foreshadowing sometimes...runs in my mothers side...kills the boys in the family, a la the Curse of Eli...so I'm rare and no one carried on my mothers surname despite her having 2 brothers and 3 sisters.

I served in the military (2004-2008) and received a purple heart, both tours in Iraq. I'm a Messianic Jew, but don't care, and a staunch conservative, and probably don't care.

Finally, I found this site after needing more than misinterpreted webbots and ghost box live stream (which talks to Me). Every letter I type is important to your understanding of the mundane. I could really talk all day, I've been targeted by two drive-by shootings, but literally all day. I simply just want to love and be loved...can you relate?   I hope to learn and be accepted for who I Am.

This is not a snippet report but a blankety-blank night's report of short dreams. I would dream a mess of spider webbing in a corner of my very clean bedroom, and awaken. Oh man, but once the glimpse was of a three?? or so year old boy fussing head back a little and something coming-out of and around his mouth.

For starters, I got no solid sleep until after 3:40 am CST, but maybe ten mins or so at a time. Was not worried and wondering if I got some spice or something at the restaurant in very good food, but some mixture that this 'ole bod was kept awake with. ((Anybody else have a really bad night like this and it's not the norm for you??))

I saw webbing hanging above me once at least, and in a corner or two and can't remember where else. Several episodes of this. No wonder I kept waking up, I suppose. Have not had a night like this since last June.

Emotions? concerned at times and praying for each member of the family and a few friends here at NDC.

05/12/2016 AM
No intent
Mood: feeling that life is good

I have just finished my shower, put on my shirt, put a feminine napkin on and pulled up my undies.

My ten year old son enters the room saying that there is a toddler in the kitchen bleeding from a cut on his head. I run to the kitchen, examine the child’s four inch head gash, apply a styptic and three butterfly Band-Aids then turn to the mother and tell her to keep the wound clean with this (I give her a small box of sterile wipes) replace the Band-Aids in a few days (I also give her a box of Band-Aids) and to come back in a week.

After she leaves there are several minor injuries to tend to and a very old man that wants to get some opiates for his dying wife. It has been a very busy two hours.

I go to the kitchen and I see my husband and fourteen year old son at the breakfast bar having a drink of some kind. I am asked if I want a coffee and I say yes.
As I sit down I suddenly realize that I have no pants on! My husband says that he can see that I am on my cycle. I am not embarrassed but I realize that the feminine napkin has moved sideways and is showing. My son laughs at me and says that it shows that I care for my patients more than modesty. I leave to go get a robe or some pants.

I am thinking how crazy life is when you are a doctor living in a Yurt house with a husband and six sons when my eldest, twenty-one year old, son enters with a stringer of fish that someone gave him as payment for my services. Good thing we like fish as it is a common payment, that and chicken.

Comments:
My patients were from several ethnic groups, the child was black.
I do not know what country I was in.
The Yurt house had several yurts connected to make a bigger house and is partly clinic.
None of the people’s faces were familiar to me.
We were a white family.
I have no ideas about what the other family members do for work.
I do know that this house/family was/is filled with love, laughter and learning.

I am no doctor, have no sons, live in the suburbs and office work is my forte.

DREAM: Lady Bug President in South America woes abound! 2014-10-04
10/3/2014 8:00pm A South American “Lady Bug” Queen, or President is driving uphill through a Maize field full of corn, she is visited by an alien. (The alien in this dream is a metaphor for fear and powerlessness.) Her uphill struggles with the Maize or Corn (GMO or bad yielding harvest, leaving her people starving) will be on display for the entire world to see. It will be hidden though, the attempts on her life from foreign powers, men (Praying mantis) want to squash and eat the lady bug.

This dream is in the data base...

NEWS: Dilma Rousseff: 'I'm the victim of a great injustice'
http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/12/americas/b...index.html

Suspended Brazilian President Dilma Rousseff didn't mince words as she began the fight of her political life Thursday. "It's a coup," she told reporters, speaking out publicly for the first time since senators voted to begin an impeachment trial against her.

It took Brazil's Senate about 20 hours of debate to reach a decisive result early Thursday: The country's first female president must step aside while the trial gets underway. It took Rousseff less than an hour to make two speeches slamming the vote: One to reporters inside the presidential palace, and one to crowds outside after she was kicked out. "I'm the victim of a great injustice," Rousseff told cheering supporters.

Uuugh, I hate waking up feeling a mix of 'concrete-head', need for coffee, and the driving urge to make enough notes to not forget finite details about complex dreams. Then again, having to spend an hour researching what I saw, to try and make sense of it isn't always fun, either.

I had two 'events' last night. One was what appeared to be a 'conversation', the other a view with verbal 'talk-thru' of sorts.

I started the night (and oddly, ended it this morning) with the same thing. Someone, a calm disembodied male voice, telling me 'you have done your work, thank you, sincerely'. I remember replying 'you are welcome, but this changes nothing in terms of myself, I am done, and ask for nothing'.

I then felt peace, but another image came in the night - a great black bird with two heads. It looked like some coat-of-arms image I had seen sometime in the past. I heard, 'it was, and was not, but like Phoenix, seeks to live again. When it does, it must continue a short time, but not as it imagines itself, but as it was destined to do, and in its own fire, it will destroy itself. It sees itself 'holy', yet it is not. It is the embodiment of the seven sins in their purest, yet lies to say it is for the better of all. A man is chosen to lead this creature, yet the creature already knows its path and does not accept it. All will desire to guide it, to control it, yet none know the true path it has already been given. It will not travel the path they desire of it, nor that they believe they know lies ahead of it. It serves but one purpose, and the purpose is not theirs.'

I then watch as a black bird-like creature rises like black smoke from a barren plains. It forms into solid and like some goofy bird or old aircraft, wobbles as it runs, to gain speed so that it can take flight. One jumps astride of its  conjoined neck as it lifts into the air. The ground shatters like glass, as it appears to cause the whole globe to crack. It rises at a sharp angle into the air, but then plunges very fast into the ground. As it hits the ground, it becomes the shape of a coffin, hitting the ground like a missle. It penetrates the surface deeply. The one who rides atop the creature appears destroyed. As he falls, his mangled body becomes the national flags of dozens of countries, singed, laying on the ground. There are no people nearby, no troops, just this devastation.

I feel calmness now, no worries, it is good the bird is destroyed. I hear a faint, innocent melody far in the distance, and what sounds like children's voices happy and carefree.

Once again there is a void of a lull for me in the dream, and then calmly and peacefully I hear, 'thank you for your work'.

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After waking and making sure I did as good as possible to remember the dialog given me, I did look up the bird I saw. It was the bird on the shield of the Holy Roman Empire (not to be confused with the Roman Empire). Charlemagne was the first ruler of this Empire, and Charles V was one of the last. It generally is comprised of Germany, Italy, Spain and France - but land-wise during its height, it was centered over-top of what the Bible calls 'Magog' (The Central Eastern-European Gateway into the Middle East that is predominantly Turkey now).

I feel that this is the 'Magog' warned of in prophecy, not Turkey or its actions, but the European Powers who ruled over this 'Empire' long ago. I take it that the 'Empire' will soon rise again with a single leader, carrying the coat-of-arms of 'The Holy Roman Empire' once again, but as the voice said, it will not do, act or perform as those who are part of it expect it to. During the dream, I felt it was completely disempowered compared to what they thought it was to be. Instead of a 'world power', it just felt like a really bad 'world joke', like a Keystone Cop moment with something that could barely get off the ground.

Let us hope so.

I noticed this morning an area on NDC called "Dream Therapy and Support". http://nationaldreamcenter.com/info/therapy/

Is this new to NDC?

As I was going to sleep last night I saw marching soldiers. They were wearing fatigues that are varying shades of silver & greys. I then saw what I believe to be the leader of the county who gave the order for the soldiers to march. Unfortunately I can't remember what he looked like. When I ask if it was Putin I get a no.