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.

6th Of November 2015

I did not remember very good my dream that night. So in the Morning I lay and tried to sleep to get a dream, and had like a vision of a moving Statue in front of the Entrance of the Kunstmuseum Basel. The statue seemed to be of Metal but could move its limbs and turned its head. I saw it from where i was looking at the statue, that the head moved.

65 Days later on the

10th of January 2016

I was at the trainstation in Liestal and i saw a man i thought i knew him. So I spoke to him, he said, he did not know who I was. Then I asked him where he worked, and he said, he works at the Kunstmuseum Basel.  

The Kunsmuseum Basel is closed at the moment, but will open soon again.

Found the info. of Eagle1's about remembering our dreams that I need. Am starting this thread to put the link another place here at the site for any new members or anyone that needs this instruction, but also to grade myself and/or ask for even more suggestions from dreamers. I am for months now only remembering my rare, VIP dreams.

Also, dangit, I haven't flown in a dream in a very long time. I wonder if I hope for it even aloud before sleep if this can help.

Eagle1's instruction in his blog,

http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/T...ber+dreams

I luv reading this section but have avoided posting in it. My goofy hesitation for multiple reasons but mostly because first glance I had of it, I saw "NDE" and those are downright sacred to me. I assumed that I've got nothing to share here.

Precognition has been some big as well as many smaller and forgotten examples. I was on a date with a DJ when I was in my twenties. We were at his place having a drink in the livingroom while listening to one of his old DJ tapes of show in San Antone, where we were. It was summer and the tape, news, etc. showed it had been recorded in the winter. On the tape as he went to say the current temperature, that exact number hit in my mind. This may be one of the times I said it aloud, as he was saying it, not sure. This type of thing I have had others tell me it happens to them a lot, and has to be countless times in my adult life

One of my sisters marketed doctors' offices for several years. She of course worked on salary plus a good commission. Many times we'd be talking and I casually said, upon her asking me to pray she did well that month, being a single mom "I bet you'll have 24 soon," or some such number to which she'd exclaim that it was exactly what she had "right now!" This happened so many times that one phonecall she said to me, "I think you've got a gift and you don't know it.)

One of our daughters was back home in california, living with her fiance's family. Hubby was heading there during a business trip, and she was, though an adult and in love, shy about him finding out she was living in a big RV in the family's backyard as if already married to her guy. I told her nope, no way you'll be able to hide this. Your dad is going to drop by earlier than you want to be awake, knock on the door or wall of the thing and say get up, we're going to breakfast. He did that so exactly that it could've been scripted. But then, I do know him well. Didn't matter to her, she was amazed and she knows him really well, too.

Heck, I can be in public, glance at a person and think "he's about to get up" and it happens, etc. etc. Also, I think this isn't rare at all and that like here at NDC, likely all of us think of the person and then the phone rings, stuff like that.

Hauntings, I think people are haunted, not just buildings, as others report. This is the third house I've lived in, in a row that we've had hauntings. Hubby has even had his arm yanked while he was sleeping, but when awake is what is real proof. He sat back when still a smoker and had someone or thing walk up behind him at dusk, and our front patio was ceramic tile so that sound was very obvious.

Oh, but me! living in California we had a story I told here at NDC before, a child's voice answered me when our five year old and I were in her room one night, she was mellow by then but heard it, too. I picked her up from kindergarden next afternoon, we walked a few moments and she asked about it again.

Same house her dad, hubby was deployed somewhere, and it was a daughter's birthday. We were putting streamers up, decorating the dining room area when I and my older daughter heard my sister's voice say my name in a happy, energetic voice. Phoned sis later and she was of course home in Texas. Later that day, after the party was over and kids gone, I hit the garage door opener to carry out garbage and as the door was maybe two feet high, I heard hubby's laugh, and it was not really quiet, sounding like he was on the other side, maybe around the corner.
Nope, as I walked out, thinking "aww" he came home early for her birthday!" he was not there, nor around the corner.

What the heck kind of dream is this?

This is a dream many moons ago. It was so vivid and real that I’ve never forgotten it and I told it to several perplexed people over the years, still with no solid explanation. I’ve been through 2 master-level dream courses, but nothing like this was ever taught. Was it precognitive, telepathic, ESP, or what?

I was 8 years old, taking a cat-nap on the floor just in front of the fire place. It was about 5:00 in the evening, I had been asleep for over an hour. In that house the family room and kitchen were separated by a big white wall. Toward the end of my nap, I began dreaming very vividly…

I dreamed that I was standing in the kitchen about 10 feet away from the refrigerator when my mom was reaching for the refrigerator door. Somehow in the dream, I knew that there was going to be a calamity when she opened that door, and I began surging toward her saying, “NO!” But it was too late…just as she cracked open the door, all the contents of the fridge came pouring out onto the………
 
(This woke me up): “BAM!!” followed by a shriek and profanity. A VERY loud noise had just awoken me from my dream. It took me a couple of seconds to come out of my sleep state…”where am I; what am I doing on the floor?” Wait, that noise came from the kitchen! There’s no way, I’ve got to go see what happened….

I walked into the kitchen (I'm not dreaming anymore, I'm awake), and I could not believe what I saw. Just about all the contents of the refrigerator had fallen and splattered all over the floor. My mom stated that when she opened the refrigerator door, one of the top shelves had given way. All the milk and juice came falling out and taking most of the food in the door shelf with it. There were eggs and milk everywhere. I saw broken jars of jelly and God-knows what else all over the floor!

Theory. I can pretty much rule out a precognitive dream because the dream and real life were happening simultaneously. Just as the contents were crashing to the ground in my dream, I was awoken by the loud banging in the kitchen. The exact event was playing out identically in real life and my dream. I did actually see the contents at a later time, which does indicate some amount of precognition, but precognition does not explain seeing the falling objects in my dream and hearing the kitchen noise at the exact same time.

This is why I think telepathy is somehow at play. I might have been tuned into my mom’s brainwaves and perceptions, which allowed me to see what was going on in real-time behind my closed eyelids. The other possibility was that I was experiencing an out-of-body moment during my sleep, and I just happened to maintain a strong link between astral body and physical mind. This would explain why my mom was ignoring me (not hearing me) as I was yelling in the dream.

The only thing I really know about this event was that it defied the scientific view of our 3D world. For the rest of my life, I had no problems questioning what others considered “common sense.” I’d be very interested to hear about other similar experiences and/or possible explanations about what really went on behind the scenes. Obviously, I’m not looking for the coincidence explanation, as I have personally seen enough weird situations like this to throw that out. Comments welcome and appreciated.

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I was with a large group of friends and co-workers on either an office campus or college campus. We were excited as it was dusk and we were about to begin watching the lights in the skies. As the night darkened, we arranged ourselves in various chairs outside in a plaza. I carried a large white binder stuffed with information, and I was studying the contents until the 'show' began. The lights looked to me more like meteors...long straight flashes of light, although in a cluster, almost like a military jet formation only streaking towards earth with invisible craft. We observed this many times throughout the night.

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This observation went on for several nights. We were not wearing coats, I assume it was summer.
One evening, I was leaving the building, worried that I had left my binder by my chair the previous night, and I did not want anyone to read it as it was privileged information. As I was exiting the building, I heard much excited chatter that the 'show' was underway. I found my chair and was relieved to find my intact binder where I had left it. As I sat down, there was a change in mood in the crowd, an an alien entered our midst. He 'talked' to us, we seemed to be under his control. He told us his kind would be walking about the population, but they would be cloaked somehow to look like humans. The cloaking, however, only worked from the front and the sides, you could see the being was alien if you observed him from behind.

The alien was a grey, but looked more like ET. I don't recall the creature wearing clothing.

Day residue: Early in the day, I read the alien dreams posted here

9Jan16

Intention was to incubate Still's Black Widow dream. I have this vibe that there's something there that's important for us to know, but don't know what that might be.

http://nationaldreamcenter.com/forum18/T...lack-widow

I'm in a mountainous green area. Lots of trees, mostly conifer. On a hill, watching trains go by. Engines with flatbed cars. The first train is like an old steam train, chugging along. The flatbed cars are filled with people in period dress-the women in long dresses and hats, the men in suits with stiff collars and and bowler hats. Then another train, this one pulled by a more modern engine that has a bear for an engineer. The flatbeds are filled with soldiers carrying weapons and milling around as if visiting with one another. The next train with flatbed cars filled with soldiers wearing olive drab uniforms. Even though the cars are packed, the soldiers are in formation. Very formal. No talking, eyes straight forward, all standing at attention. Disciplined. I don't know where the trains are going. Just a sense of they're coming, they're coming down out of the mountains.

Then I'm standing in a cardboard box. The sides of the box reach only to my thighs yet I stand there as if I'm unable to move or climb from the box. My teacher appears. He doesn't speak; he just sits and watches me. I know he's waiting for me to get out of the box. But I don't know if I can, even though somehow I know it's imperative that I do. I try to step out but can't because the sides are too high. I'm frustrated by my inability to get out. It's just a BOX, dammit. This isn't rocket science. Just get it done. So I proceed to tear at the cardboard and soon I'm standing on what's left of the box, shredded cardboard all around me. I look at my teacher. He nods and tells me we must hurry, that I have much to do. He sets off at a trot. I have to jog to keep up with him. Where are we going? I ask, already panting and regretting not working out. Down the mountain, he says.

Next I was some place where a lot of people were gathered. They were separated in groups-by choice, not design. All were talking and yelling but no one was listening. I watched this for a bit then decided this was a waste of my time. As I began to walk away, people from different groups surrounded me, all wanting me to listen to them. That they had the answers and I had to choose. No, I said, I have to go. They tried to stop me but I was able to slip away.

I'm walking through woods. Not on a mountain but still with lots of trees. I'm alone but I sense there are others also walking through the fores and I know we're all headed in the same general direction. Beyond that, I have no idea where I'm going or what I'll do when I get there.

There was more but it slipped away before I could get it written down.

I have no idea how this relates to Still's Black Widow dream. It's so markedly different. I do know the second segment, with me in the box, was for me personally and it's pretty obvious what it's saying to me. Like George Carlin once said in one of his routines, you don't have to be Fellini to figure that one out.  

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