8th of April 2016

Dears usually i do not have bad dreams, but tonight i had a bad dream. I dreamt i was watching web sites in the internet, and in these, men were killing or let die children, very little children. and they filmed it and posted it on the internet. There were several websites with this theme. 

Interpretation: If you have read my posts you know i usually think this will come true. i of course was devastated, i went to the bathroom, got fresh again and went to sleep in hope for a better dream. 

now today in the morning while being in the shower, I got the good interpretation. Devastating too of course but i think to know where i have to improve my life.

Yesterday i went to visit a friend of my pregnant sister who lives in the same house as I do. My sister helped and helps me a lot. So the friend of my sister she sells a very fine soap, the Dr. Bronner soap. Dr. Bronner was a Philosopher who made organic and fair trade soaps upon a very nice receipt. But he also noticed that the people do not come to him because of his Philosophic skills, but they wanted to buy his soap. So he wrote his message on the paper around the soap. this soap is a philosophical soap. I also associate the soap with the hygiene, and the hygiene with hygieia the daughter of asklepios the greek god of the medicine and the dreams. So to be clean is good for the fruit of the dreams. 

But I bought the soap from the friend of my sister for my father, because he has some health issues in his environment. On his birthdayparty i wanted to buy a soap for him but then i was too late. Then both his wife and one of his daughters were sick and did not come to his very big birthdayparty. 

i must do more for the health and hygiene of other people, too, specially children. Specially for the health of my sister. I will buy her a soap, too.

More associations, i yesterday had my first work day in a bookshop where there are many childrens books. maybe i should bring a better order to these books. And i thought some books we could also through away. Ahhh and the books for the children are just aside the ammunitions catalogues... 

you see this is good to look at bad dreams. we find a solution. I will find a better place for the ammunition catalogues. 

I also dreamt of hemp. and there where also hemp books just aside the ammunitions catalogue and  the childrens books. 

here i expose part of my inner life. to show you how to interprete and work with bad dreams. they are just a lesson on how to work on our lives. 

Thank you, 
.

04/07/2016 AM
No intent
I am standing outside watching a storm. There are no sounds; it is like I am deaf silent. The sky is pitch-black until I see flashes of lightning that change the sky to shades of gray and black. At the horizon I see the colors of fire. In the middle of the scene, during one massive flash of lightning, I see a shape lifting off the earth! It is the shape of a jigsaw puzzle piece. On the face of the piece there is a portrait of a generic American family, dressed as for Sunday Church, a father, mother and two children.
Then the “Voice” says, “The Resurrection is not the end of the story.”


the puzzle piece was similar to this and was covered with the family picture.

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I was at Willy Nelson's funeral but not seated. Saw one of my sisters sit down awhile and then walk out of the seated area. Then it was after the funeral and I was talking with his widow. I vaguely recall that he had left two elementary-school-age daughters.

I then discussed genealogy with his widow and woke up.

Dreamed this last night.

For the past couple of nights I've been stating the intention to Dream about April events that need to be posted here on NDC. What I have been getting is all day residue. I found this one interesting so wanted to post it.

Start of Dream. I am walking in an outdoor area like a huge park. Suddenly a tiger came bounding toward me and is very happy to see me. We sit on the ground next to each other and he leans against me and rubs his head against me like a house cat. He is a happy camper and doesn't want me to leave because he thinks I am his mom. Whenever I try to move, he places a paw on me to keep me there. I am thinking: This is exciting being so close to this animal and at the same time I know he is a wild animal and could hurt me so I need to find a way to leave. End of Dream.

1.) I have been through or seen these war games before, I know I have to come onto this island at this location and take this camp in order to get all of the bananas, and other resources. (I see all these images and maps, before the game begins, this feels like a psychic thing, not like i was debriefed to know all of this stuff.)

2.) I am now in the body of a pregnant woman, she keeps trying to get out to the stack of bananas in the ocean (which looks like it has been dumped there by a cargo ship) In the process of fighting the waves to get her food, the woman loses her baby.

3.) Back on land another woman is talking smack and shaming the pregnant woman so i step in and tell the other woman, if you were not so selfish she would not have lost her baby. The death of an innocent is on your hands.

Identified metaphors and possible headlines:
1.) Psychic War Games (Real time map apps). (Name of a video game or app)
2.) Bananas cargo ship accident, 1 dead, XXX Injured.
3.) Woman beats up a pregnant woman, caught on camera.

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Intent.  Well, I had planned on making a very clear intention but I was very tired when I got to bed so it only came out as intending to learn something that will happen in the near future.

I am in Washington, DC with my parents navigating the streets on foot.  I have a map of the city and am guiding us to our destination while looking at a map. 2 more blocks and we arrive at our spot.  It is a row building, typical of DC, business/government, not residential.
We enter the building and are in a small to mid-sized lobby.  There are large glass windows facing the street. There is a lady near the door who is greeting people and 2 security lines with X-ray scanners and metal detectors.  My parents greet the lady.  We are expected and she is happy to meet them, finally. They go to the security line on the right, I go to the one on the left.  They move through quickly.  I am stopped.  I have some medicine in my purse, more like vitamins and herbs. They want the paperwork to the medicine.  I produce a stack of papers.  Each is like a separate  prescription for each dosage of pills. They look at the papers and don't know what to do with them. A supervisor is needed.  I look at my parents who are a little annoyed now, they don't want to miss anything.  I tell them to move on ahead, that I will be right behind them.  The lady who greeted us escorts them on ahead.  I am left  to deal with security.  It is at this time I realize I never should have needed to give paperwork for my vitamins and herbs to begin with.  I wish I didn't have the paperwork to begin with. Why is security for this event checking for "medicine" paperwork anyway?  Finally I am cleared to go through, though they still had no idea what to do with me.  I think to myself "so, you don't know what to do with me and you therefore clear me?  Lovely, now I feel very secure".  
I walk unescorted down a corridor which leads to an outdoor courtyard.  I follow the arched covered patio/pathway to the next building and enter.  It seems to be a library of sorts.There are many people mingling around.  I am searching for my parents and notice a clear glass room inside the right side of the library.  It is a VIP room and there is a separate entry with a guard.  I look through the windows and see my dad.  He is having a blast, having some food and wine.  He tells me the lady who escorted them had to go back and get paperwork which she forgot.  It is needed for them to stay in the vip glass room and for me to get inside. It has been a long time however and she hasn't yet returned.  I tell him I will be happy to find her and remind her it is needed .  He is  happy with the suggestion since he feels if he leaves the room, he will not be able to go back in.
I go back out the library doors and begin to retrace my steps.  Unfortunately, once I get to the courtyard, I am now on a street and not near the main building anymore. I take out my map to orient myself again.  I am now a few blocks away and there is road construction blocking my path back.  I know where the building should be in relation to the map, but it isn't visible which makes no sense to me.  I have very good directional sense and am confused.  I walk a little further and am not making progress.  I walk  and walk searching for a way back. It is DC, the buildings are tall so view is limited.  I look around a  building and see the ocean and an orange/ purple/ blue sunset. It reminds me of the sky from a scene of the Titanic when they are on the bow of the ship.  I find I am  near a harbor area though knowing DC, this makes no real sense to me. I stop at a small little park and sit at a picnic table and take out my map.  I am sitting next to a young boy, perhaps 9 years of age.  He also has some maps.  I pick up a map and notice it is a deck plan for the Titanic.  Really?  I put it down , wrong map.  I look for mine.  I notice the boy has a map which is similar to mine but more glossy.  I am trying to figure out if his map might be more accurate without letting him know I am staring at his map.  HIs Dad and Uncle are nearby and we began to have small talk.  I step away with my map for a moment and move to the street to try and get a visual on where I am at exactly.  As I do so, the uncle puts on a top hat and grabs my purse.  He is looking for a special bottle with some sort of liquid.  He pulls something out of my purse and is elated. I think his clothes fit the Victorian era and   he matches the surrounding building architecture. He has a black jacket on.  He is not of his right mind.  What is he trying to do? I wake up when the phone rings.

Thoughts.  Part of the time the glass room in the library had clear glass and part of the time it was opaque.  I am not sure what the event was at the library but the main part of the event had not yet began when I left the room.  I was aware many different times in the dream that things did not make sense, at the security line with the paperwork, at the "harbor" and with Titanic references, changing glass, blocked and changed paths or locations and a Victorian dude.

Awoke dreaming of Mama again, but was this dream also not really about her?? not sure yet but today's' botrun is pointing me that direction.

Both sisters were present this time and we were in Mama's house but she was not there. Dogs everywhere, a smaller breed, part poodle but plumper than pure breed toy poodles, Dogs of all ages, dang thirty or more. The older sister (the one that had schooled Mom about fear being so harmful in a recent dream) was defending this insanity of keeping so many dogs and letting them multiply, and one pup was her fav, getting into her lap being very fond of her, too.

Then neighbors came to inside the house and I welcomed them momentarily, telling them in honesty that I agreed this was too many dogs. But immediately the neighbors got pushy, snooping around this house and I had to even touch them, moving them outdoors, telling them that just because I agreed with them did not give them any right or power to stay beyond a few minutes.

Meanwhile one tiny pup, all white one had gotten crushed and died in the patio door or patio screen door. I was disgusted and fed-up. Meanwhile we had a cop welcomed inside the home and I told him, also that I agreed with him that this had to stop. He then disappeared and I was wanting to phone Mama to school her about this. She was a dynomite soul and this was a shock that this was happening. But, my sisters that in reality are very close buds to me and would never do such a thing, they denied telling me where Mama was so that I could contact her.

I saw a neighbors front door open, maybe bringing their own dog inside? or maybe one from Mama's house, don't know, and I awoke.

Notes..very vivid dream and yet as unrealistic as possible. Mom never had more than one dog, for yrs. had one and her homes were very nice, clean etc. so yet again I suspect there's a more general message in this, not personal at all. just my mind or something is speaking the message through the setting of my personal reality, if this makes sense.

In the dream, I am walking up a fight of stairs in a house.  I m very cautious walking up in a Kung-Fu type of stance, prepared to be attacked from multiple directions at once.  I have one of my arms (defensively) to my front or to-the-right and the other arm defensively to the (rear) or left.  I slowly advance, down a hallway of half open doors, fully expecting to be attacked from unseen assailants.  As I advance, my legs and lower torso turn into a spinning top, mechanical in function, which allows my upper torso (body) to operate like a gyroscope. I can twist and turn my upper body with lightening speed, to face my assailants no matter from which direction they may come.  My hands also go to and from, bare fist to holding guns.  

Next scene, I  made my way down stairs, making my through the living room and dining room into the kitchen.  Scattered on the floor were many repair parts, both mechanical and electronic. I then realized that I actually their to repair things!  As I made my way into he kitchen I'm greeted by a motherly figure, who informed me that the authorities are interested in speaking with me. I had no intention of speaking with them!  I quickly turned to make my way through the maze of parts in the dining room and living room. The scale of size changed, the rooms became 1000x larger and the parts became 10x larger. The parts become not only parts but landmines.  I raced past the them with unmatched precision and accuracy, and thought to myself the authorities could never catch-up to me.  And that was my thought, as I articulated past the parts/mines with great speed....

I made my way to the stairs again, and again my lower body turned into a top/gyroscope.  I again cautiously headed down the hallway anticipating being attacked.  I headed to the end of the hallway and entered the last room and found only a narrow room with a bed.  I got onto the bed and into the corner of the room, thinking on one could get behind me.  I knew I had picked strategically sound position.  My lower body was spinning intensely, about as fast as a gyroscope could spin.  I stood waiting for awhile, then realize that no one was coming to attack me.  I move slowly from the corner of the room, but my lower torso was still spinning violently.  As I came to fully comprehension that I was not under attack, I made a conscious effort to stop my lower half from rotating, which it did.   The moment my body instantly stopped rotating, at the exact same moment the room (world) around me instantly started to rotated around me.  The world spun with the same velocity; the same exact intensity of my lower torso.  As I started to become disoriented the dream ended.

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