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Start of Dream. I am in the parking lot of either a mall or movie theater. Someone says, you need to park your car. I get in my car to move it, get out of the car to see if I am parked ok, go to get back in the car and I notice there is ice forming on my car. I am wondering what is happening here. Then someone says, get back in your car and move it in front of the mall.

I move my car in front of a mall and get out of my car. The weather is not cold, feels like spring or summer. I do not see any ice anywhere and think this is strange. I am standing on the sidewalk in front of the mall trying to understand what is happening. Then I see two women, they are small, dark hair, dark eyes, not Caucasian. I walk up to them and ask why they are here. One women does not want to talk with me. The other woman smiles and says, she wants to go to the mall and I guess we are too early because they are not open yet. I asked what about you? She said, I want to take a tour over there. She pointed to a lake that is in front of us. I see a walkway with a railing and people are lined up on it like they are waiting to be admitted to an attraction. The people are dressed in summer clothes with some wearing backpacks ect. So I am thinking there must be a ferry or boat that takes people on rides on the lake.

I followed the women and then we are standing on the porch of a building and the woman asks me, what type of shop is this?  I tell them it has visitor information if they want to see what is inside they should go in. Once inside I noticed they also sold metaphysical items. The two women were looking around and were speaking a different language (not English) to each other.  I told the clerk in the store I was going to bring back the necklace I bought here because it gave me bad dreams. She laughed and said, yes, you can bring it back. The two women bought something and they left the store. I asked the clerk if she figured out where they were from. The clerk said no, but they paid with these fetishes. I asked if she knew where the fetishes were from and she said maybe from somewhere near Israel. I said, ok, I need to go.  I was thinking about the chickens I put to cook in two different places so I needed to go and check on the chicken.  End of Dream

Afterthoughts:
1. I think the mall was The Mall of America in Michigan and there is a lake near the mall.
2. The woman was lying about her companion wanting to shop at the mall.
3. The woman was not lying about wanting to tour the lake, but that was not the reason she was there.
4. I felt like someone was directing my actions in this dream. And at the same time my free will did not feel like it was compromised.

Trending: tension serve shaking flirting break eve hero mass research monsters shapes stairs medical based rip sometime count movie hands track struggle complex one psychic involved january pink ill tongue live visualization collection team try solution loss sweet foreign unfortunately request
Waning: throw university ahead magic story apartment military mirror sat input nice dad confused been bike naked wife funny sign recently read crying failure sex impressive light 2014 force horse joining stealing sun david plane competition

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Collective dreams are surging today, with all indicators up. Four words are above the 100 point threshold for a red alert. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to analyze the run to see whether these words have support or not. Regardless, it’s a big day in dreamland.

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I didn't get a chance to get on and post this yesterday...

I was somewhere between being fully awake and still sleeping very early yesterday morning before the sun came up, and literally the first thoughts that entered my mind were about my dreams regarding Oahu being devastated. I don't recall having another dream about it or dreaming anything at all. I also went to bed really tired the night before and not really thinking about anything, except getting a job. (Usually the last thing I think about when going to bed and the first thing I think of when I wake).

It was very strange and I felt compelled to text one of my daughters still living in Honolulu. Her apartment is in a "safe zone", but she works in Waikiki (which is completely gone in my dreams).. I pretty much told her if she feels the ground shaking, run for higher ground immediately. She's also thinking about moving and I asked her not to, because I know the area she lives in now, survives whatever may happen. I also posted extensively about it on facebook, before getting out of bed - which I don't normally discuss on FB. but felt like I needed to?

I don't what it means and I don't know if it means it's going to happen soon.. I do know that Japan and other areas had earthquakes 6.0 and above yesterday. The largest I've ever been in was 5.5 in Vegas and another when Kilauea Volcano woke up in the early 80's.. That's plenty big enough for me - would rather not go through anything like that again. So anything above a 6.0 is huge to me.

Anyways, just wanted to let people know something might be up..

Any dreamers tried wearing the Fitbit device to sleep at night? I was just wondering what the readings would look like for a dreamer.

Trending: competition joining impressive failure arranged mon stars night including request cafe ignore adult grabbed stealing fade hat cave well act kinda level bed fish placed doctor same two hour hello there one woke start colors very bedroom sleep tank stick
Waning: physical super extremely leading husband hospital sweet couch baby rather lock sat heart input spirit fun funny ended yeah link 2015 elevator submitted flying magic smooth worked hilarious sex gravity darkness fri gotta mexican classical

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Start of Dream: Dreamed I was in a house (not mine) and I knew someone was trying to break in. I could see the woman outside and my first thought was "Zombie/Druggie". I went to the door to make sure it was bolted and she was pushing on the door as I was securing it. I got it locked tight and was thinking I had better check the other doors and windows too. I then saw another woman join her and they both started trying to break in. I grabbed my phone and ran to the bathroom, locked myself in and tried calling 911. End of Dream.

Afterthoughts:

I don't have these types of dreams often, thank goodness. The last couple of times I did, my big cat was sleeping with me. Humm
They are indoor/outdoor cats. My cats are always on alert to any strange sounds in or outside of the house. So sometimes I wonder if I am picking up on their emotion when they sleep next to me.

Hello all,
          
My first of the year beings as I don't have a target or have been given one by request, so these are those randoms.

8th Jan 2016: DB: Three currently serving top ministers during a conference take part in a small orgy... Two men, One woman... While one of the men and the woman were on the bed the third took photos, laughing and cavorting.
Since these types of people have entered office from 2010 I have had the odd one or two... Very much perverted and disgusting... sickening in fact!

If anyone should have a target for me to look into please ask but please don't do the usual Lottery BS as I look on wealth as the subject matter above.. A Disgusting Perversion Of Filth it goes against my whole being.

I do have others but they are for my personal sphere.

What prompts my post is both the reaction to some of my posts as of late, as well as what I cannot find in any of the preliminaries (rules/guidelines) of this forum as to its "ethics," and/or what is or should be the chief goals of this forum, its threads, and those who post here.

The Internet has been around for some time now, and public forums of whatever subject or interest as well.  As is true of the NDC, as well as most any forum on the Net, forums often have many people who come and visit, join, may post for awhile, and then leave, or rarely post again.  I don't see any active statistics for the NDC, but I suspect that on a daily basis, only 5% or less of the registered members actually post.  And as is true of most any forum, some members do tend to dominate the board, and post very frequently, whether they are moderators or not.

The Internet often gives the illusion of importance.  While it is true, any and all contributions to a public forum have to be assumed to be valuable until proven otherwise, it is also true that it is the responsibility of members to be cognizant of the flow of the forum, and in the case of the NDC, dare I say, the prompting of the Spirit.  We all may define the Spirit differently, based on our personal beliefs, but it is important to not only think before you post, but also gauge inside of yourself whether or not you truly believe that what you are posting will be valuable and helpful to others.

It is very hard sometimes to know when to speak, and when to shut up, and let others speak.  How sad it would be, if we surveyed all current registered members of the NDC (the 2000 plus collective), to find out that it is not due to busyness in their lives that many don't post, but rather that they feel whatever they post would be ridiculed, dominated, and/or taken over by others.

Thus, the ethics of this forum go hand in hand with the humility of each and every member and visitor.  Personally, it is never my goal to consume a given thread with only my thoughts or feelings.  Of course, it is wonderful to be validated by others, or even to be taken to task.  That is how we learn and grow.  And none of us can sit here and literally hold each other's hands in life; life is complicated, diverse, and difficult.  Facts and emotions change and can run wild each and every day.

On the whole, I believe there is much respect on the NDC, probably the most respect I have seen in all the forums I have visited or joined over the years.  And that is in large part due to the diligence and forbearance of the moderator(s).  They know when to step in and stop something, and when to just let it go and see where it goes.  And this is often a very hard task indeed, and not without its mistakes and lessons learned.

At a minimum, I would argue that each and every post here should be made with the hope and intention that it will be valuable to the forum as a whole; otherwise, it should simply be a private message shared between two members.  Not every thought in one's head need be posted ... reactions to any post may take many directions, bring up both positive and negative feelings; none of us can control others, as we have each been granted abundant "free will" by God and the Universe.  In the end, God is our one and only Judge.  To know that when each of us ends our earthly lives, we will face God alone, is a sobering and humbling revelation, and no matter how many emotions swirl in our heads on a daily basis, this revelation should give us pause: to push when pushing is needed, and to retreat when retreating is needed.

11 Jan 16

No intention set. This was a weird night for me. I kept waking up, then going back to sleep and dropping into a related dream for a collection of dreams.

1) At a hotel, attending some sort of function run by a large woman with dark hair and dressed in black. She greets me like we're old friends and seems to know me well even though we've never met. After the greeting, I wander around the large room to find a place to sit. Suddenly there's a commotion. Something's happening up front. I can't see what's going on but people are in an uproar. Much fear in the room. I grab my rattle, holy water, and head for the commotion. Before I get too far, Head Lady(HL) grabs onto me and stops me. She tells me not to go, not to do anything, that she's taking care of the problem. I hold up my rattle and tell her I do know how to use this. She tells me she knows but I need to stand down right now, that she wants my word. I grudgingly nod. Then I woke up. Went to the bathroom, then back to bed.

2) I'm at the hotel but now I'm in a room that's like a small suite. It's decorated in what I would term shabby thrift shop: Comfy, but worn and outdated. I'm unpacking my suitcase, hanging up clothes in the small wardrobe, when I get a vibe I'm being watched. I turn around and there's a man standing in the middle of the room, near the bed. Older than me, possibly late 60's-early 70's. Average height. Solid build, not skinny but not fat. Balding on top with white hair. Dark eyes. Dressed in worn jeans, red/blue plaid shirt, peach sweater, and penny loafers. He sees me looking at him but doesn't speak. Neither do I. We just stand there looking at each other for a minute or so. Then he breaks eye contact and begins wandering around the room. He stops at the dresser and fiddles with something on the top. Hey! I say. Get your own room! He looks at me agains, smiles just a bit, suddenly I'm awake again. Another trip to the bathroom and back to bed again.

3) Outside a hotel, standing next to an old station wagon. The back is open and there's a dark haired man tossing boxes into the back. I know this man. He's younger than me and VERY hot. He would be right at home on one of those hot stud muffin sites. I know we're in a relationship of some kind and have been for a while. I ask him what's up. He doesn't pause in his shoving boxes into the rear of the SW as he tells me that I need to leave this place now. I realize the boxes are filled with my stuff. I ask him what's going on. He stops, grabs me by the upper arms, and proceeds to kiss me with enough heat that I know my hair must be frying. Toes were definitely curling. When he has my full attention and knows I'm not going to talk-I'm too busy catching my breath-he tells me there's no time to explain. You must trust me and do as I say, he says. Get in the car and go. Please. Okay, I say, but what about you? He tells me he will stay behind to guard my departure and to protect me as best he can, as will the others. There's an urgency to him, a tenseness that indicates he's prepared to go all badass at the least provocation. He pushes me to the driver's open door. I get in the car. He leans down, kisses me again, and says, I adore you beyond logical thought. I will meet up with you soon. Oh, I say, Okay. I put the key in the ignition, crank the engine and...I'm awake again. This time I toddle to the bathroom for a drink of water. Then back to bed again.

4) Back in the big room with all the people. This time, though, I'm hunkered down behind a heavy conference table that's been turned on its side. It's near a corner, providing a U-shaped space. I'm sharing the space with several people and HL, who has kicked off her heels and is barefoot. There's pounding on the doors of the room, great booming sounds that echo through the room. It sounds like something out of an old horror movie. Each pound is accompanied by shrieks and screams of frightened people in the room. HL is crouched next to me, her head just enough above the table's edge so she can see the door. She's ready to rock and roll. The door crashes open. HL tenses. I hear something shuffling and shambling across the floor. A male speaking in a sing-song manner, says, Olly olly oxen free! Come out, come out, wherever you are! I risk a quick peek over the edge of the table. There's a zombie, of all things, clothes ragged, with bits of flesh hanging off his face and one eyeball out of the socket and dangling on the cheek. I drop back down as more zombies fall in behind him. The first zombie continues his chant. Screams increase. I can't just sit here and let people be eaten so I begin drawing energy up from Mother Earth as I pray for guidance and help. I carefully craft and invisible shield around the non-zombie people in the room. I've never done this before and I want it right so it's effective without being seen or sensed. I don't know how long I'll be able to maintain the shield-I've never done this kind before and it takes a lot of concentration-and hope reinforcements arrive soon. Something bumps into the shield. Oh ho! says zombie guy in his sing-song voice. What have we here? HL shoots me a disbelieving look, then bangs her forehead against the table top, sighs, and looks at me again. I was warned you might do something even when instructed not to, she says, And I didn't listen. It's just a shield, I say, I can't and won't sit by while people are being hurt if I can protect them. Of course not, she says with another sigh. Ok, she says, you might as well get out of here so we can clean up without you getting in the way. Hunh? I say, I don't understand what-And I was awake again, this time for good.




I need to know where this hotel is so I don't ever go there.