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So i asked my hubby if we could build a bunker, he just looked at me and shook his head, and said if we do build one then not here at our home we have to go to the woods area it better there to build one, so thats a start anyway with this part of the survival, at least he didn�t say "no".

I was reading a newsletter and it contained a banner for the website offthegridnews.com (not a link)
I looked through some of the articles and there is quite a bit of good information for several survival scenarios, both short and long term.

Reading the article on Trash disposal, I realized I need to get a new trash can with a tighter fitting lid. There is a comment to this article with instructions on how to make a life-time roof with aluminum cans. Now that's clever!

Throughout my life, I have had many prophetic dreams, visions or premonitions that have come to pass. Some that have not come to pass still haunt me to this day, a great number of them are "doomsday-type" scenarios. When I read posts like this, it resonates with me. [quote=lcp012586]"Oh The People" Elleise, I know exactly what you mean. When I dream about something, I also start grieving. I feel guilty at times, as my grieving begins well before the event. By the time "it" happens, I am so relieved, physically and mentally.... [/quote] I experience the exact same thing, that is how I distinguish the difference between a dream based on fear/turmoil/media bombardment, etc. from the dreams that are prophetic. I would like to post one of my prophetic dreams that has a lot to do with some things discussed here but I do not want to take away from this post. (I'm new... and I'm not sure where to post it) Regards, SoulSeeker

Soulseeker, after my series of dreams last year I actually posted a request for dream descriptions. I get so little information from my dreams, it's so frustrating. It's not like you can call up the FAA and say "Hey, just wanted to let you know a plane will crash into the ocean today or tomorrow." The FAA, CIA, FBI and every other letter in the alphabet would be kicking in my front door. Although prior to the crash in Sioux City someone did call them. Oh what that poor guy went through!

I've always received respect and understanding in this forum, and if your dream is similar to those already shared, perhaps this thread would be the best place to include it. You could also start a new topic, if you prefer.

Please share your dream. The more pieces to this puzzle, the better. Also, please don't skimp on the details. Jade provided information on Containment Zones and that helped me greatly with adjusting my family plan details.

With the people I know, here on Bella and elsewhere, you make #6 having similar dreams and visions. Although the content of our dreams may not be pleasant, the communication ability provided by this forum is truly exciting for me. Finally, I feel like I can help with SOMETHING, not just endure it.

Hi soul Seeker,

by all means post away. I don't know what the dream pertains to but I'm dyslexic and disorganized. So, you're kind of in good company.

You could start a new thread or topic and post it or just post it here and I can start something new for you.

Utilize those woods! Also, see if there is something you can learn about storing/coolness - like digging. How far down, what it entails, temps, curing - which really sounds complicated but isn't. Dehydrators, salt, but the cooling thing, compost, for whatever reason mushrooms would do well to be studied. Also, find your water source (not city).

lcp012586, Thank you for your reply. Here is my dream in vivid detail. This dream happened so long ago, yet the memories of it are so clear in my mind. It haunts me almost daily... but I feel there is a reason it was given to me. My dream: In my dream I heard commotion outside, when I looked out the window, the sky appeared to be swirling clouds of soot, the ominous gray clouds hung low in the eerily lit sky. Although I could not determine where the light source in the sky radiated from, in my mind, I knew it was night. As I walked out my front door, an immediate sense of danger lurked, I knew I had to be careful so nobody would see me. As my eyes made one sweeping motion up and down the street, without knowing how I knew, I realized everyone was gone. All houses were empty and there wasn't a soul in sight. Knowing I needed to get to my children and family before the military did, I started to dart across the street but abruptly stopped when I heard a military vehicle coming. As I watched from behind the bush, a man, dressed in army fatigues, walked slowly beside the military jeep. He was carrying a huge gun. I remember thinking, why would he need such a big gun? It was then that I saw the other military men raiding a house down the street; they were forcing the people out of the house, clothed in pajamas, they were flung into the street. The man with the gun motioned for them to get into a huge truck. After the jeep and the men disappeared, I ran down an alley toward my sisters house. I got half way to her house when I heard some noises coming out of a house. Fearful it was the military, I ducked behind a vehicle. I knew if they caught me, I would be going with the rest of the people in my town to the "safe-zone" they had set up. I knew it wasn't a safe zone, they were planning to hurt those people. Like sheep they were being corralled, controlled and led to slaughter. I heard a low "psssst" sound, I desperately looked around to identify where the sound originated from. Suddenly a man came out the back door of a house and motioned for me to come inside. Once inside he led me to a kitchen cabinet that had a secret trap door behind it. We quickly descended down a tiny hidden passage into a cellar where there were many other people. I knew I couldn't stay there, but I wanted to come back after I found my family and my children. I explained to them that I needed to go find my family. When I told them what street I was headed for, one of the people said, "Oh, honey, they already took everyone on that street hours ago." My heart sank but I was determined to find out if it was the truth or not. I rushed back outside, careful not to be noticed and continued down the alley toward my sisters house. As I rounded the last corner, my heart wrenched with pain, I realized they were all gone. Somehow, I knew that I must find them at the camp where they took them. I went back to the house and did the secret knock on the cabinet door. With pity in their eyes, they welcomed me back to their hidden sanctuary. We all slept in the cellar, it was small but seemed plenty big enough for all that were present. I curled up on a cot to sleep but sleep didn't come until the first sign of daybreak. We stayed awake, intently listening for any sounds from above because the military did their raids during the night. When we had slept a couple of hours we all awoke and began discussing who would scout the neighborhoods for food. There were a few supplies but with the number of people, we knew we needed a lot more. Even if the food was rationed, which we knew it would be, it wouldn't last long. One couple agreed to go out to the surrounding houses and collect any food and supplies they could find. Shortly after they left, we heard footsteps, screaming and rustling coming from upstairs. Everyone in the small cellar was suddenly still. We waited breathlessly for the cabinet door to fly open and the military to descend upon us. The shouts were muffled but we could make out what they were saying, they wanted to know if anyone else was in the house and if so, they should turn them in. The couple didn't crack, they were hauled away quickly. The man who originally invited me into the cellar shelter wanted to go up to the cabinet to look. I was fearful, dreading but I, also, wanted to make sure they were gone. We needed supplies and food, someone was going to have to go out there. He looked at me and motioned with a nod toward the passageway that led out of there. I shook my head yes to let him know I would go with him to search for the supplies. He motioned for me to follow him. As we reached the top of the landing, we quietly slid through the back hatch of the cabinet. Fear gripped me as I felt my body go rigid. Sounds of heavy footsteps echoed through the air. The soldiers had returned, I thought. The cabinet door was slightly ajar exactly how the couple must have left it. The sunlight shined through the crack and illuminated the darkness but I couldn't move for fear of making a noise that would alert the intruders. I stood completely still peeking through the crack. I was shocked to see the disturbance was not caused by the military men, it was the local police. "What?" I thought, "has everyone gone completely mad?" If the few of us in the basement knew what was going on, why didn't anyone else? Surely everyone isn't blind to the lies they are telling, I thought. When the police passed by the cabinet, one turned around, looked through the crack and directly into my eye that was more than likely visible by the illuminated light of the bright kitchen. I held my breath thinking he would alert the others about my presence. A police officer with him stopped at the cabinet door, as he reached for the knob, I held my breath and closed my eyes. Quickly the main officer said, "There's no one else here, lets move on." His men followed his orders and left the kitchen. As he got to the door, after everyone else was out of sight, he turned around to the cabinet, smiled and nodded at me. I closed my eyes, thankful that the officer moved the men out quickly so we would not be found. I woke up. I had this dream back sometime between 1995-1996 and the details are still nagging my mind.

Actually this kind of ties into this thread unless you'd like for me to make it a seperate log.

It might make you feel a bit better, but I can't count the number of people I'm running into that have, not just dreams but reactions to things they go out into the day, working, meeting friends and family, but keeping it down-low.

They start out having a distant almost preoccupied sense of being. They are usually loners, but not in a bad way or anthing. The opposite. They get things. They are people that can simpify the most worded circumstance with a point blank a.b.c.

They do talk about dreams, recrurring, though and not much changes. If it does change there's an underlying sensation that goes along with it.

I guess all of this makes for a good book.