I Hope you Dance....by Lee Ann Womack (with lyrics--I luv 'em)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2SfmcNg8js

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I was in a desert in a line of people walking somewhere.  We had to stay in line on this path. On my left was a barbed wire fence. The wind was blowing harder and harder.  The sand storm was making it harder to stand as we trudged into the wind. We were wearing robes, Blue and white. Pretty soon we were crawling, digging into the sand with our hands to help us.  I wanted to go faster than the old man in front of me.  But we had to stay on the path.  Pretty soon I went around him anyway. Then I noticed blood in the sand.  My fingertips were bleeding.
Next scene, I have got to the building where we were crawling to.  It reminds me of a bank lobby.  My cell phone rings.  I press through the line ahead of me. Im like im not trying to go before you I just need to sit on the bench and answer my phone.  Its my mom. She says we are moving to Europe. At first im kind of excited.  Europe – an adventure.  Then. Im at my house, still in the desert and not any real house ive ever lived in.  I talk to my parents. I ask where in Europe.  My dad says it looks like we are going to spain.  Mom says we will live in the mountains and (my brother) will live on the plains and be able to get a good job.  I say I am not going. My dad says we are all going. I say I am 18 and I am not going. I go to my room and i think about how I will get an apartment and stay here.  I look out the window and now the the storm has turned to a snow storm.  The sand is covered with a couple feet of blowing snow and the sun is still shining.  I see a map of spain.  I think its weird that my brother is going because he is 46.  Then I start to think about this dream I am having, while I am still dreaming, and how strange it is that my brother – who is actually 7.5 years younger than me and 39.5 in real time – is 46 in this dream and I am 18.

"Harry" was in a number of botruns. "crocodile"was in one? or more....LOL this story of a most-famous "harry."

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Again, I specifically asked to dream about signs to watch for, warnings.
Was touring a Japanese restaurant in japan.  I was some type of dignitary.  No one else was there but me and the owner.  The dining areas were laid out in a circle and the kitchens were in the center.  As we walked he told me about each area. He had built the entire restaurant himself.  Each stone placed by him. There were walls that were made mosaic style with small glass beads.  There were hand pounded copper side tables.  There was one dining section like a benihana, where the chef prepares the food you order right at your table.  These tables were made so that in front of each patron was a small fire pit. I cant describe it.  One section had massive hand carved ebony pillars. One had massive hand carved mahogany doors.  When we got back around to the front there was a table set for a meal and people had come in.  they were all Japanese except me.  We all sat down.  I took my shoes off under the table O.O  they were tan stilettos.  Then the woman – the owners wife – said before we eat we dance.  I was surprised by this.  I started trying to put my shoes back on. Everyone else was up from the table and I still didn’t have my shoes back on.  I was embarrassed and had to use my hand to get one of them.  Finally, I got up and the woman gave the directions for the dance.  She said first 2 steps this way then 2 steps back then little tiny steps that don’t move you from your position like this.  I followed along.

dreamed Obama takes and a lot of his staff before they were to be arrested. Protesters were outside the white house wanting to burn it down. Even George Bush will think Obama has gone to South America but in reality he has teleported to Mars to never come back to Earth. A new guy is installed who will sit on the grand druid council. He will get permission to take over both from god and the house of Rothschild and will dissolve congress only keeping 13 members as a council.

I specifically asked to dream about what would be the first thing for us to look for as a sign that the bad things were starting.  I asked for something that would happen in may.
I walked over to my boys, who were playing ball with some boys. The weather was cool like spring. I was wearing a jacket.  It was afternoon/evening.  The grass and trees were green.  I told one to go get the ball. The ball was orangish color.  He ignored me. I told the other to get it. He ignored me.  I stomped off to get it myself. One of the other boys said oh shes pissed.  When I picked up the ball the younger boy knew I was going to throw it away.  He came running after me in the middle of the street.  I yelled at him get out of the street 3 times. I threw the ball across the cross street into a field. Then he was about to run straight into the cross street. I yelled get out of the f*ing street!   Then the scene of my son was in slow motion.  He was still running and I saw a man on a chariot with a dapple grey horse.  There were grey birds all around him.  When he was still far in the sky I yelled Jesus! Jesus!  I thought it must be time to go.  Then I thought oh maybe I died. There was a bright flash of light like when something enters our atmosphere.  He was a lot closer to me now and I could see a cloud of green fog around him.  He rode past me, then stopped and looked back.  I didn’t say anything in confusion.  Then I woke up.

[5-15-15 am.
Dream
I am walking along the outskirts of UCLA ( I went to Grad school at UCLA and it only sorta  looked like UCLA but I knew that is where I was walking) on a dirt pathway, late morning, with other people maybe 30 around me altogether.  We are headed to an outdoor event, a festival of some sort. It is ahead of us  1,000 yards  behind large trees in a large outdoor area.  On the left next to me as I stroll,  is a concrete  structure with ivy growing on it and tall bushes at the base and tall trees. It is a parking  structure perhaps or a small stadium, maybe a tennis stadium, with  outdoor (concrete) first and second story ramps that people are walking on, again headed to this "festival event". On the right side of me is a grassy open park area.

While walking ,I glanced up at the structure and see a very confident, tall Caucasian, balding man in his thirties dressed in a black shirt and grey-kaki paints carrying a backpack.  He is on the second floor ramp. At the same moment I am looking at the tall balding man, a different man comes from behind me on my right, running /walking fast (secret service like and totally visible).  He is starring at the man on the ramp while running ahead of me quickly, crouching.  He appears to be holding a gun angled down. It is apparent to me by his commanding body language that he is police/FBI/secret service. I look back at the tall balding man on the ramp and realize his backpack is actually carrying visible weaponry and what might be a small nuclear bomb.  Tall bald guy  and I are headed in the same direction and I realize instantly that I don't want to be headed where he is headed.  I am concerned that no matter where I am, he will detonate his bomb and I will be toast, but know I need to put as much space as possible between me and his mission.
I see a path perpendicular to the structure and head toward it when from the right a sniper begins firing bullets at those of us on the grass and pathway.  I run to an archway of a building.  It is getting hot outside and the arch is providing some shade and sniper protection. There or 2 others there and they welcome me to their hiding spot. We are scared. It isn't really safe there and after a several minutes I continue to run trying to get out of the area and taking cover to hide along the way. I am looking for shade so I don't fry in the sun while hiding.
Soon I am in a middle class neighborhood, old Santa Monica/West LA style, with the smaller homes built after WW2.  There is some dust here and the land is more dry.  There are some small shops as well. I find others are hiding in outdoor alcoves and I join them. I take out my phone and call my mom.  Not a great  connection but I am trying to let her know what is happening and tell her I love her.  I don't know what she is able to hear. Soon the people I am with and I find ourselves in a home/building someone has waved us into.  It is more of an older storeroom/house.  
We have now stayed at this "house" a month or so.  We can't leave because when we try, someone gets taken or killed.  Eventually, though I don't know how, our complex is sorta surrounded by other homes that now have "others" (bad others), inside them.   We discover we can't speak English because if we do, they instantly find us and take us away or kill us.  If we speak Spanish,  "the others" feel we are one of them OR we are no threat and they leave us alone.  They act a bit like  human robots, cyborgs.
One cloudy night, a few of us decide to make a break for a safer home, kitty corner from where we are located.  We are waved to hurry by the occupant of the home who is now in the street . We begin to move but halfway there, a tornado with clear, not dirt filled air,  approaches and the person in the street is slow-motion lifted up in the air.  Their legs slowly move back and forth as they are raised 30 feet in the air.  Everything else is moving ahead in real time.  I am thinking, this is totally odd and something is not right with this tornado. Then the person is dropped dead as the tornado looses strength,  We go back to our "house" sad and in shock.  We are hostages of sorts.
Time goes by.  The next time English is spoken , the roof pops off the house, 4 giant, round, wooden (maybe) dolls poke there heads down and pick up the people they think have spoken and lift them like bugs out of the house.
Eventually, I too am taken by "others" who are wearing kaki.  We are traveling in a jeep. I don't know where we are going but it is dusty and dry.  I keep trying to remember to speak in Spanish but my vocabulary is like that of a preschooler. Somehow, I don't remember how, I escape.  I am trying to make it to my "normal" world I know is still there somewhere.  I make it to a outdoor carnival.  It is clean here, for a carnival, not dusty. I am back somewhere close to where all this began.  It is evening and I approach an arcade booth.  The workers are wearing costumes and have face paint make-up.  I ask if they can show me where a police offer is. It is difficult to find one. With people dressed up, police can't stand out in a crowd like they should.  I am not really getting anywhere until I tell a young women that I am one of THE hostages. I knew we must have been on the news at some point with our pictures on tv.   She takes a good look at me and a light bulb goes off.  She then directs me on where to go and I walk in the night past the bright and noisy arcade booths. As I make my way to the officer, I understand I am safe from the "others" but am not sure if he will believe I am one of the missing hostages and I am not looking forward to sharing my story to prove I am who I am.  
Then the phone rang.

(Dreamt   on May 8th)I was at some kind of event or celebration....some people I knew...like friends and acquaintances, others were complete strangers... there was a large long table with foods to celebrate.

Then I noticed most were a shrimp salad with onions and cream cheese  and  also cold shrimp with cocktail sauce. When people saw the shrimp being brought out to eat ,many scurried to eat it, I had tried some and the texture and flavor seemed off so i spit it out.

I was chatting with a few people and all of a sudden 2 guys next  to me sitting and eating dropped dead...I yelled for someone to call 911.....other people had red type welts mainly on their faces  but also on body and were having a hard  time to catch their breath.....it seemed as if the people whom ate that shrimp were the ones getting really sick and dying

. Then some other long lost friend of mine announced the FBI was coming. I saw a woman with  a baby gasping for breath and the baby began getting the rash also...I asked if I could hold the baby for awhile....promised the woman i would bring the baby back to her. The baby was able to walk while holding its hand and by form of telepathy the baby asked me to go outside and talk to some important woman with blonde hair that just arrived.

She was outside of the building. so we went outside and I noticed cats, dogs, and squirrels running around frantically...but the animals were not affected with this virus or whatever that had people dropping dead quickly. SO instead of the FBI showing up to investigate it seemed it was a more powerful organization that arrived instead...I asked where is the FBI? Said no need for them to be here...so I though they were either CIA or some kind of globalist or Illuminati type secret group. They were all physically fine and not affected either. I was worried of my husband and son, but they were still alive and dressed in camo and went out to the woods to hunt or something...or to help somehow.

when I tried approaching the important lady, I saw a small elderly bald headed man with glasses talking in a strong accent....he was holding a pill like vial in his hand. He seemed to be talking in German or Russian, but did speak  a little English too. They wanted me to hold this bottle for some reason....as went to grab it from his hands and it almost fell fumbled trying to hang onto it, but did get to keep from falling.

The man was very upset and said you don’t know what you’re getting into here and you are lucky you did not drop the container or there would be major disaster. I noticed when I first went to grab it, there were 3 Klu Klux Klan members sitting on some chairs right behind this old man. They were even in there white hooded uniforms, the one member almost seemed to grab the container, but I beat him to it. The container had clear liquid in it with some kind of flakey stuff mixed inside. All I could hear is someone say this is biological warfare get out. Then I woke up.