I don't have a date on this dream, it was some months back but it is one of those things that just won't leave me alone, I remember it at least a few times a week for some reason. I decided to finally share it here after reading the sky flash topic. I didn't really know how to catagorize this one. It wasn't a long dream but it was highly emotionally charged.
The dream took place here at home in upstate NY, not far from the Cooperstown area. I was indoors, in bed, not quite sleeping when the room lit up in a flash like lightening, only it wasn't a blue light. It was a warmer shade of light and I "felt" the flash like a soft percussion but i don't recall any sound with it. I got up but didn't feel any urgency. I went to the kitchen and made a pot of tea and took my mug with me to the door. I glanced out the window and felt puzzled... the "green" of the forest was gone. I stepped out into the yard and looked around and was bewildered at "how could that happen" as there was a band as far as the eye could see in every direction of burned matter.... about four feet from the ground, the band was about three feet wide. The band was red hot embers, ash and coaled. It was across all the tree trunks and everything else I could see, like somone had used a paint roller to run a stripe of glowing, sparkling deep burn across the entire landscape at a specific level. Tendrils of smoke were rising from the burned bands. I felt a sense of mourning more than fear. I knew it was from "the ships" as in space ships but I was puzzled as to what the point was. I was afraid people wouldn't understand and would react in a hostile manner. I was worried that they would panic and not see what was supposed to be accomplished.... but I didn't understand what this ring of fire was supposed to accomplish, either. There were a lot of thoughts and emotions. The general feel wasn't "doom" as much as hopeful.

I dreamt that my husband and I had separated. I was very distraught and decided that I would take a walk to help clear my mind and calm down. As I walked down the street, I met a man. He was a bit tall, very bald, and had these big, happy eyes. You just don't see grown men running around these days with these kinds of eyes. In fact, I would be hard pressed to say that I know ANY men who have these kinds of eyes. It didn't look like he had a worry in the world, and when I looked at him, I didn't feel like I had one either. (Which is nuts because I worry about EVERYTHING) When he saw me, he smiled ear to ear, and I couldn't help but smile back. I had no idea who this guy was, but I felt like maybe I was supposed to know. Still, being the shy person I am, I tried to walk past him quickly and I could feel my cheeks get hot when I did.

He stopped me and asked me to come with him. Well, there were some conflicting feelings here. My mind was screaming "Stranger danger! Run for the hills!" but my heart kinda wanted to follow him to see how and why he was so happy and carefree. I thought about it for just a second, and decided that I should not go with him because my husband and I had just separated and if anyone saw us together, they might get the wrong idea. So I politely told the man that I didn't think that would be a very good idea, and thanked him for his offer before continuing my walk.

When I reached the end of the neighborhood, I turned around and walked back. I had nearly made it back home when I saw the man standing next to my mailbox across from my driveway. When he saw me, he smiled big and waved at me, so I walked over to him. He was holding a beautiful, large pot in his hands. The pot had stargazer lilies with passion flower vines growing beneath them, draping over the edge of the pot. This was nuts. Not only did this guy know my two very favorite flowers, he knew that I did not like to receive cut flowers. He knew that I would only accept potted ones. But HOW?! Just who was this guy anyway?!

He asked me again if I would follow him, and I told him I would. It was impossible for any random person to know me the way he seemed to, so I felt like I could probably trust him. He told me that we didn't have a lot of time, so we had to run. He grabbed my hand, and we started running so fast that everything became a blur around us. Once we left the neighborhood, though, in the blurs I could see people rioting and fighting. When I got scared, the man started running even faster so that I could not see anything at all.

We came to an abrupt stop in this weird, ethereal place. It was a huge open space that looked like a pink and purple sunset and the colors swirled and drifted together in such a beautiful way. In front of me, there was a thin circle of light floating just over the ground, and I looked over to the man, who nodded at me, before I stepping on this circle.

Once I was on the circle, I started floating into the air. This scared me, and I tried to reach out for the man's hand so that he would pull me back down. He reached his hand out back to me, but we only managed to brush fingertips. I was too high not for him to reach me and pull me back down. But then, the fear left me. I felt warm and peaceful and all the negativity drained from my body.

I was now outside of my body watching myself transform. Starting with my feet, my body began turning into what looked to be a large, decorative purple cross. What looked like purple vines twisted and twirled making beautiful and intricate designs and beautiful curls from the sides. At the end of the transformation... all that looked human on me was my face which was now purple and was right where the ends of the cross met in the middle. I opened my mouth, and when I did, not a word came out, just a strange, almost musical noise and above my cross a black hole opened up and began to grow bigger and bigger. Inside the hole there were tanks and soldiers fighting. I watched what looked like lights in the sky. Some would fall and explode on earth like bombs. Some would explode in the air and light up the sky like lightning but then a ring of light would flash out and shoot across the sky. Others would also explode in the sky and a green mist would fall to the ground and the people under it would convulse and die... others would start clawing at their skin until the skin started to peal off and they would start clawing chunks of flesh from their bodies. I had to look away after watching so much of this. I looked to the man. I was amazed that his eyes hadn't changed much. But his eyebrows were giving away the fact that he was now very concerned. He was watching everything going on and writing it in a large, gold book with a quill pen.

I woke up from this dream a little upset. I was not happy with watching war or people clawing their bodies to pieces. It was about 2am when I woke up, so I made some notes of my dream in my journal and got a glass of water before going back to bed.

This time I dreamt that my husband and I had been arguing, so I went out for a while. I was living in my childhood home and walked down the long hill. This time, there was a very creepy man who looked a bit like Jim Carry driving an old black car. When he saw me, he stopped and asked me if I needed a ride. NOPE! When I looked into his car, everything about him gave me the creeps. He had some creepy silver eyes and one seemed to look darker than the other. He had long fingernails that were painted black, and he had black hair and clothes. This was "stranger danger" if I 've EVER seen it. So. Creepy.

When I told him 'no' he shrugged, gave me a creepy smile, and drove off. Thank God, because that guy made every hair on my body stand on end. I ended up walking to the police station in the small town I grew up in. Someone was giving me a tour for some reason, and I wobbled around watching everyone work. I was about to leave when I started feeling very ill. I ended up passing out just outside of the station and a couple of people ran to my side to call me an ambulance.

I came to in a hospital lying on a bed. I had IVs in me and the light was out so I could rest. I'm afraid of needles, so I tried to turn to my side a bit to avoid looking at it but then I started focusing on the hospital sheets. I hate hospital sheets. They are like trying to sleep in cold, crunchy paper towels. I couldn't get comfortable, so I was getting very upset, then I felt my baby drop. Horrified, I started pressing the nurse's call button like a crazy person. Finally someone came in to find that I was delivering my baby. There was no time now for a doctor, so a couple of other nurses ran in, all with horrified faces. I didn't feel a thing as the baby was delivered. The nurses were in shock not knowing what to do, so I asked to hold my baby while they went to alert a doctor. My baby had been born early, and she was so tiny. I was worried about her health for a moment, but she held my finger very tight, so I knew that she was strong and would be just fine. Moments later, a doctor ran in and took care of her. They took her away in an incubator and I was left alone for a while. I was so happy, I wasn't even worried about the IV or crunchy sheets. Nothing could have bothered me at this point.

The next day, my baby was brought back to me in a nice blanket. She had a little cap on her head and little mittens on her hands. She had the cutest little face with a pointed chin and button nose. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I thought to myself that I had done a pretty good job here. No baby on earth could be cuter than mine. (But every mother thinks that about their children... )

I was released from the hospital and began walking home. I was walking up the hill back to the house when I looked at the paperwork the hospital gave me. They listed my daughters skin color and eye colors with pixels of the shade next to it. They had a light shade of brown listed for her hair... that was correct, then they listed her eye color as a brown about the same color. That was wrong! Looking at her picture (because her eyes were covered to protect them from the sun) her eyes were either a light baby blue or sea green color. It was hard to make out the exact shade because of the glare on the photo paper from the sun. No worries. It didn't matter what color they were. Not really.

When I got home, I had found that we had moved. We were now in some really old home in an even smaller town. I didn't mind. I walked around scanning the home and envisioning what I was going to do to make it a happier- looking place. I've always been one who clings to the more natural earth tones, but now I thought I might want to paint this new house some brighter colors. For example, I thought the hall would look nice in a bright, happy shade of yellow. As I walked around planning, I met the old owner sanding a splintered part of the wall. She told me to be very careful while fixing the house up as not to wake up any ghosts. I looked at her funny and told her that I thought she would have taken care of any ghosts living there while she was living there. She shook her head and told me that she had not. She had tried and failed and so instead, she just learned to live with them. And she reminded me that they were just "normal" ghosts and to remember the most that they could do would be to scare me a bit. It didn't seem too bad and I felt like I didn't have money to move so I might as well just get used to it. People ghosts aren't really scary to me anyway.

Dreamed Aug 8th 2014

Living with sister and her family in a multistoried home with large front and side porch and large deep and wide backyard. My sister had a party, lots of her and her husband's friends came. I helped prepare food. The party was long and fun. I fell in bed fully clothed, exhausted, dirty and drunk. Woke up the next day before anyone else did even my dad. I took the dogs out. There were 8 of various sizes and breeds. My dog was completely white with long hair, medium size. They were running around so happy in backyard. I put food out for them and my sister asked me to help feed the crowd that stayed over breakfast.

Over breakfast there is talk of the fun party, a big fire that was on the news, heavy bills for water, dogs and fearing the new government. Most of the men and kids, dogs and I go outside. I point out the problems with the backyard fences. Each side and the back were fences made of different types of materials. One side was wobbly chain link, other side was wood, and back was reeds.

The reeds fence was very unstable and all the visiting men said let's fix it. I said the guy across the alley had extra materials he said he'd share. Several went to talk with him and began bringing metal webbed flat loungers by the dozen. They were rust in color. We began attaching these and other items of wood and metal to the fence.

Suddenly and frightening large crane trucks rolled into the alley making a lot of noise. Men dressed in matching overalls began using equipment to expose water pipes on the neighbors side of the chain link side fence. The neighbor is not home. Government drones are over head. The men won't answer any questions. They take out old plumbing pipe and install new. Finally a crew foreman comes to the front gate and wants in. He answers questions. Says the new pipe will be put in everywhere and will help monitor water needs and safety and use. Praises us for not starting a riot. Asks us to hang large plastic posters on our alley side back fence to tell others about the great benefits of the new pipes.

The men finish and take trucks and leave. We hang posters upside down in the alley. We are feeling used, fearful, and ironic with our upside down rebellion. A drone watches us. When all five have been installed the drone announces the governments pleasure with us. It's all we can do to not look at drone, not laugh, and we go into house to discuss.

Everyone decides to stay another night to talk. We drink but it's not a party. I feel scared. I ask my sister to let my dog sleep with me, which is against her rules. But she says yes and thanks for getting the fence fixed.

The next morning I also take dogs out. I see a raccoon that lives in the backyard. The dogs ignore him. Then I see three of the dogs are playing with a panther. I'm stunned and go closer to look as I go closer the panther changes into a lion and tiger. Then they vanish, I am bewildered.

A man comes up to me with a cut on a finger. I reassure him and take him to my nephews bathroom where I know there are bandaids. The porch railing is being replaced with a more sturdy, defensive, type wall. Other men have put in a wrought iron and wood gate in back by alley, and bars on vulnerable downstairs windows. We are preparing the house with safety features.

Plans are to do this at everyone's house that were at the meeting. I am so fearful, trying to be brave, and thankful I have my own loving dog. It seemed to be early fall, some leaves were falling.

Dreamed of Russian-US war again today, Aug 1st In dream I was visiting my sister in Georgia in her new home. We were discussing family matters and enjoying seeing each other. Her husband was in South America on a job. Her son was trying to decide to become a pilot in AF, because of the war more pilots were needed. In the dream I was lucid a bit and asked What war? The response was the war with Russia. Oh shit! My sister turned on the "vid" ???? and news filled the space with map and interviewer and video of fighting and graph of expenses and ticker graph of number of people enlisting. The "vid" gave a ton of viewable info and sound based on where you focused your eyes. Look at the chart and it expanded and popped out like a 3d scene and the sound was in me, in my ears more than in the room. There was no tv, no box, no screen device. The vid just materialized. Wicked! Cool! I didn't even have time in dream to ask my sister about it. There was a map of the countries Russia occupied. I didn't get a date but it was late spring or early summer. I woke up.

I was a mother with three children. I left them home and went to the store. I know the date was the day after Valentine's day, Feb 15, 2015. I bought some groceries and added day old on sale valentines cookies to my cart. Money was very tight. I was very worried about world events, jobs, money, not having things we were used to. I got home and my kids rushed outside shouting about breaking news Russia had bombed somewhere, Alaska or west coast??, a formation of USA Air Force planes, 8-12, flew over head right then and my oldest boy, 14, said Mom does this mean we are at war? I said yes son I'm afraid it does.

This is a super long dream, so bear with me... In this dream, I was confronted by Native American Indians AGAIN! (So many indian dreams...) They needed my help to battle a government entity that was trying to take their land. It wasn't clear WHY they wanted the land, but they wanted all the people off of it claiming that it was federal land and not "the peoples". The indian tribe who came to find me did not tell me what the government was planning to do on it, but it seemed like it was very malicious and directed towards all of america. So, it wouldn't just be the indians that suffered, but everyone in the United States somehow.

I wasn't sure how to react to them asking me for MY help. I do have indian ancestry from both sides of my family, however, I have never been taught anything of my Indian ancestory outside of simply being shown the geneology years ago. It seemed like they could have found someone better to represent and fight for them, but I also wasn't going to turn them down because it angered me that anyone would do this... not only plot against peaceful Native Americans, but against America as a whole!

When I agreed, we set off on a long journey through forests to get to the land that was being seized. On the way there, the group I was with was very careful not to let any harm come to me. A few times we had to go through old stone structures and the stairs would crumble under my feet, but the people with me would catch my arms and keep me from falling and push me forward. Another time or two, we had to cross wide cracks or huge bottomless holes in the ground. They had what looked like a ladder that they would lay across the gaps and everyone else would climb across, but they would not let me climb across, they would position themselves at each end and push me across to one another just in case.

As we traveled, it had been made clear to me that in order to succeed, I would almost certainly have to sacrifice myself. I was actually really ok with this. And I wasn't afraid. If anything, I was still very angry at what was happening. After all, if I did not win, I felt like I would fail everyone... especially my children. It was worth risking my life. Those who were with me looked as if they were relieved that I had commited to the assignment they had given me, and cheered me on and sang for the remainder of the journey. I was dressed in some sort of indian attire, and again noticed red feathers around my wrists and feet. (This is, like, the third time I have noticed these red feathers in a dream...)

When we arrived, there was a huge battle going on. The indians were losing. They were trying to avoid fighting and wanted to promote peace, and there were soldiers there who ignored their pleas. They picked them off one at a time and bodies were everywhere. After a while, some indians started to fight back... some grabbed children and those who were injured and ran away into the woods, and others waved white feathers. I assumed that this was like waving a white flag. They refused to fight, some chanting what I assumed to be prayers. It was horrific. There was blood and bodies everywhere... and while anyone should aspire for peace, this was ridiculous... and I was upset that they would not fight as it was costing the lives and livelihood of their children. In the end, they would suffer most. I turned to the group and told them how I felt and asked those who would fight to come with me, and the others to retreat and take care of the children and injured.

Once I had a group together, we circled the small army attacking everyone, being careful to hide in the trees. I have always been very good with a bow, and in the dream, as I hid and picked off those gunning down innocent people, I was more powerful and accurate than I have ever been. My assignment, however, was not to fight the small battles, I was to find a way into the heart of the army and kill the leader. It was assumed that everyone else would scatter when I did. The other archers picked off the soldiers with amazing accuracy, making a small opening into the center of the group of soldiers, so I charged into the crowd with a few others behind me to ensure my safe arrival.

In the middle of the group, I was met by a man that radiated pure evil. He had dark eyes and an evil smirk. He almost didn't even seem human... though he certainly looked it. He didnt say a word, he didn't have to because I could feel that his intent was to destroy everyone everywhere... I felt like, at this point, America was just the starting point for this. I don't know how or why I thought this, but I felt like the plot was much thicker than what I had initially thought it was, and I was way out of my league here. Nevertheless, a battle ensued, but it was not one with weapons or fists... we stood there looking at each other and it felt like our spirits were fighting. I felt myself get weaker and weaker as my spirit fought with his, but somehow, I had a huge surge of energy, and I won. He was suddenly just gone. Maybe not for forever, but for the time being, he and all of his army had vanished.

There was no celebration though. Many people had died or had been injured. Children were crying and had clearly been traumatized. This was the time for healing and preperation, not for celebration. I had wondered if maybe I had done something wrong. I was still alive, and the bad guy had probably gotten away. I was told that I did exactly what I was supposed to do, and thanked. Still... I felt so, SO bad watching everyone scramble to heal and rebuild what they had lost. I was of no further use now... and felt pretty useless in general, so I went home.

When I got home, my oldest son was very happy to see me. It was getting dark outside and also was getting cloudy as if a storm was coming. Still, my son wanted to go outsde and I felt like some fresh air and pretty flowers might do me good, so I sat on the porch as he ran around in the grass hunting frogs.

Shortly after, I heard a helecopter. It was no big deal until I heard it get closer and closer and realized that it must be flying extreamly low as the windows behind me were starting to rattle. I started to feel a panic come over me for some reason, and yelled for my son to come to me. He was not listening, so I ran into the yard to grab him just as the helicopter flew over the house. I made a mad dash to the back door. Once inside, I slammed it shut and locked it, then peeked out of the curtain in front of it to see the large, black helicopter turn to the left as if it were going to make a loop around the house. It was low enought that I could see a man in there and it looked like he had a head lamp on. He had seen me.

I grabbed my son and crouched behind the rocking chair in my livingroom. I could see shadows behind the windows of many people running across the yard and grouping up behind my doors. I pushed my son down and tried to wedge him further behind the chair and box containing my sewing supplies and whispered to him that he should not get up or make a peep no matter what happened to me, then braced myself for an invasion.

The doors were knocked down and a bunch of people dressed in black with black helmets on busted inside of my home and started raiding it. I was worried about my other boys who were sleeping. After the people in black rushed in and went up and down the halls shouting, they slowed down and started searching... they eventually found me. I wasn't well hidden, so it was amazing it took them so long to find me. I expected to be shot or beaten then dragged out of the home, but that didn't happen. They wanted to question me about another woman they had found in my home.

We walked to the bedroom, and there in the room was a woman that looked familiar to me somehow. She had a sack with her full of some of my stuff. Not big expensive stuff or anything, it was mostly food and bath items so far as I could tell. Things I would have been happy to share with her had she asked. For some reason, I didn't want her to see me, and hid behind one of the guys dressed in black so that I could just watch her. She seemed mean and nasty. She felt like she just had a rotten spirit, and it aggrivated me now that she was in my house. She eventually saw me and asked me to talk to her.

She wanted me to have these men let her go AND she wanted to keep everything that she had stolen because it was now "rightfully" hers. She had been stealing things from many people in a scheme to have laws changed. She claimed that people should not be made to suffer or starve and that it should be legal to steal from others if it is done in an attempt to save their lives or the lives of their family. In otherwords, she wanted to make theft legal if was a 'valient' attempt to save one's family. Well... stealing for any reason was wrong. I don't know what her logic was... her law would cause complete chaos! Who would keep anyone from robbing and killing a nice, peaceful family, just for their stuff, then claim it was because they needed the stuff or money. This was evil, and I told her that, and that I would not ask for her release, in fact, I hope she would be jailed forever! She got angry with me and made it clear that she knew my husband and had once been very close to him. She said something that led me to believe she was going to take him down with her in order to blackmail me. I just laughed and said that if he had done something so bad that he deserved to be put in jail, then he should be put in jail as well. Wrong is wrong, and in spite of my feelings, I have always been one to side with what is right. Anyone could ask my husband that, and he would attest to the fact that I have always put him or anyone in their place if I felt like they were doing something wrong, especially if I felt that thing they were doing was evil. She grew more angry and threatened to come to my home and kill me when she was released, and I told her to bring it. If she felt like she was woman enough to take me down, she was welcome to come for me, but to rest assured that I would be preparing for her return the entire time she was in jail. Then she exploded, cussing me with every breath she took and told me that she would make sure that my daughter was never born, and I got very angry and made it clear that if she threatened my children a second time, I would make sure that she never got an oppertunity to so much as put one of her nasty little fingers on them. It didn't matter what I had to do, I would make sure she could never touch them. After this spat, the men began to drag her off with her kicking and spitting at them the entire way.

My husband came in about this time, and was being questioned by the guys in black. I wondered what his connection with this woman was and what kind of dirt that she had on him. I wondered if maybe he had been having an affair with her. I noticed he had a sack alot like hers and I started digging in it. He had some of those address stickers that are mailed out asking for donations. I asked about those and he said that he was in a hurry and used them. He didn't seem like he was going to donate the money for them and I told him it wouldn't kill him to donate a small amount.. but that couldn't be what that woman was talking about so I kept digging in his bag. I found some food he had picked up for the family on the way home and it looked like he had new shirts and socks in there, so I asked about those and he said he needed new work clothes and wanted to surprise us with dinner... so I asked if he had a reciept, and he did. He handed it to me, and I scanned over it. Everything was listed and paid for... clearly he wasn't part of her plot, and I felt bad that I had accused him of anything. I appologized to him and shortly after all of the guys in black left.

I was overwelmed and I wanted out of the house. Most of my time is spent at home playing with the children and teaching them things. I am not a shopper, but in the dream, I felt like I wanted to go on a shopping trip. I needed out of the house and I was overwelmed by all of the conflict. I had exactly $150 spending money for myself. Normally, all of my money goes into things for the family, but I wanted to treat myself to something I would enjoy. I thought about what I might do, and the first thing I considered was buying a bunch of white shirts for the boys and some cloth paint and let the boys design their own shirts. I knew the shirts would probably be messy and gross, but I thought to myself that they could be work shirts! It could be the special shirts they wear when they clean the house or finger paint. I couldn't loose because if the shirts ever got stained or dirty, it wouldn't even be noticeable! Brilliant! But then I thought that I might want to learn to crochet. I had seen the most adorable crochet mermaid tail with a clam shell bikini for newborns years ago. I would look at that (as cheesy as it sounds) and tear up wishing for a little girl. I mean... how adorable would that be?! Boys are fun... but you don't really get to play magical dress up with them... not like you do with little girls. Since I had found out I was having a little girl, all I could think was how bad I NEEDED that crochet mermaid tail. So that was it. I was going to spend ALL of my money learning to crochet a mermaid tail. I only had three months to learn how to do it. I picked out the yarn I needed and searched for a book or free directions on how to make it... but I could not find anything. No worries... I would hunt instructions online.

I was so excited picking out the colors and planning this new project... but then I came across a conflict in the store. There was a very large woman in a scooter who had been stopped by a group of young people. They were harrassing her by mocking her weight and throwing food at her. I felt so bad for her. Though she was very large, I doubted very much that the entire situation had been her fault... looking at her, her weight was not distributed evenly. She looked as if most of her weight was carried in her bottom, which may be a sign of some sort of thyroid problem. I got angry and stepped in asking the younger adults what their problem was. They could say whatever they wanted about this woman, but if they wanted to judge someone, they need not look any farther than themselves. Her body was temporary, and she could always lose weight... they, on the other hand, had ugly spirits, something that lasts much longer and is much harder to change. They laughed at me and threw food at me as well saying that I was only standing up for her because I was fat too. I was big pregnant, so of course I was heavier... but it didn't bother me that they called me fat. If anything, I was releived that they left.The woman was very upset and crying now, so I hugged her and told her that everything would be ok. I understood that most people are the way they are for a reason. I suspected there was something medically wrong with her that made it hard for her to lose weight. I could kinda see the distress in her eyes that led me to believe that. I walked beside her and we talked... I told her that many larger woman chose to hide in the candle aisle... (It made sense in the dream) So we walked to that section together to find many larger women hiding in there while looking at candles. One claimed that the smell of the candles distracted people from her size and instead they would see her for her, and not her size. Another claimed that people would be so taken by the smell of the candles that they wouldn't notice her at all, and she could be there without anyone bothering her. The woman I was with was overjoyed to make friends with the other women, and as they talked, I went to check out and go home.

On my way to check out, I noticed kids talking about this new game. It was some sort of game where you would spin these tops and try to knock over the other person's top. Apparently, this was kinda a big thing for little kids. My oldest son was now somehow many years older... I would guess he was about 6 or 7 in the dream now... and he brought me a set of these tops. The set was $30. There was another kid that followed behind him carrying a delux set of the tops. It came with some special edition tops and a huge stuffed animal which I guess was the main character of the game. It looked a bit like a cartoon dragon wearing big, red boxing gloves. The stuffed animal looked to be 2 1/2 - 3 feet tall! This set was $150... I thought about this for a second, because when I was growing up, I remembered playing marbles and pogs and always wishing I could have the cool sets all of the other kids had... and then there was my pokemon card collection... Holy wow... did I love my pokemon cards. My parents never supported me collecting these things... they weren't what all the other girls were collecting, and it was hard to get ahold of any of the rare or awesome things without help... so I never was the kid with the awesome set that all of the other kids had... and I thought for a second how much it would be worth to give my son that feeling. After all, things were really bad in the world, it would be nice to let him feel like a king, even if it only lasted a short time. Life is short. I could treat each of my kids like this one at a time, starting with him... so I told him he could not have the $30 set he had picked out, then put back all of my craft items.. then told him to get the $150 top set. He looked like he was going to have a stroke. As we walked to check out, I felt like maybe I was doing wrong by spending all of my money on my oldest son, and not treating the others the same way... but the other boys didn't seem to mind, and I could fufill my second oldest son's wish the next week, and the week after that I would do the same for my youngest.. My kids hardly ask for anything, so I thought, as I went to check out, that I would surprise the other boys this week with a fun-filled day of crafting and we would also have a pizza party while my oldest son played his new game with his friends.

The following

On 1/1/14, I attempted to contact George Noorey from coast to coast a.m. radio program with my(3) predictions for the new year. Each year he takes predictions for the new year, and announces whether they came true or not the following year (in this case it would be 2015) I was unable to get through to his radio station, so I, in turn, emailed him with my predictions. They were as follows:

1) Death of Arial Sharon
2) Peace in the middle east
3) Enter the anti-Christ

These predictions were made via email at 4:12 a.m. to George Noorey upon my return from a new year's eve party. I have since spoken to George on his program regarding my predictions for 2014.

Arial Sharon passed away on January 11, 2014.
I have proof of this email and it may be the 1st prediction to come true for the new year 2015 on George Noorey's program, COAST TO COAST.

Dream from 21. July

I was member of a military group. We wore dark, olive uniform and we were carried by lorries to our operational area.
This area was a sharply limited part of a road in a big European city.
Left and right of the road were the buildings 4...6 stories high.
Classical architecture, not modern. Maybe 19th century.

Our order from Mrs. Merkel (yes, I'm sure) was to deice the road with french champaign!
Every member of our group got one bottle and held it bottom up and sprayed the road with champaign.

Exactly in the middle of the part of the road that we had to deice was an entrance to one of the buildings.

Nobody aside us was to see. It seems we had to prepare the road for the case someone would get out or in.

In the dream I wondered about the usage of champaign for deicing. I thought to myself: The alcohol will accelerate the frost! But we got strong order to use the champaign and somehow it seemed to work.

On 7/31/14 I dreamt that Ebola was beginning a slow burn through major U.S. Cities. I was trying to convince my family to flee with me to a more rural area with less chance of coming into contact with the virus but they didn't want to leave. There was panic and chaos all around as the virus spread.

I drempt last night that I was at home with my family, and then I became aware the United States had come under attack by another country (country of origin unknown). Nuclear war was beginning, as one blast had already occurred elsewhere as we heard the blast off in the distance, and I recall feeling the fear of knowing what was heading our way.