I've forgotten some details is it was a few months ago, but remember it for the most part.
It began with me walking to my car at my college, it's twilight-esque, and as I'm nearing it someone (within the dream is a friend) cries out and points behind me. I turn around and see that the sky is alight with stars, he says something along the lines of "the north star has disappeared", and I respond "no, it's over there" and as I do it flares an incredibly bright light.
Somehow it quickly transitions to me going to their (two more people appear) vehicle and I sit in the front passenger seat. The one driving and a guy in the back are discussing a grave issue of the one in the back having cancer, the front is engrossed in pitying him, and I interrupt him to point out that there's a cop ahead and he needs to slow down. He gets angry that I cut him off from his speaking and the one with the malady says "No, he's right".
The car keeps going and the dream transitions to me driving a vehicle on a bridge (raised highway) going over a swamp and 3 of my best friends from high school are in it. Driving quickly with crazy swerves left and right, then a fish falls from the sky and I quickly stop.
My best friend from high school and I get out. (here is where it is a bit hazy too), either the fish flopped off the bridge into a patch of dry dirty/swamp land amidst the bogs or my friend threw it down to kill it. He jumps down (20ft or so) and calls (or motions) for me to come. I jump and land fine. He cuts open the fish and smears a goop inside (that's all there was, like cracking open a soft egg in the shape of a fish with a brown goop inside) on his face like, he motions me to do the same. I ask what's going on and he replies "we're going to catch a gator", I nod in approval/understanding and smear it on my face.

Then, noises from within my house woke me up.
If you can glean anything from this, I'd be much obliged. I hope it can help your research as well.
I've got to say too, this dream was the closest thing to lucid without me realizing it.
Not sure if this helps, but I've had a few lucid dreams where I managed to take control of them and bend the entirety of the dream to my will, changing location within and everything. I've never practiced it or anything, just sort of happened when it did.
Also, the swamp place is somewhere I've never been before nor that I can recall ever seeing.

I WILL SUBMIT MY DREAMS HAVING HEARD YOUR PROGRAM ON C2C THIS PM. I WILL BEGIN TONIGHT.
HOWEVER, I HAVE BEEN DREAMING AND KEEPING A RECORD OF MY DREAMS AND NOTICED THE NUMBERS I HAVE BYEEN SEEING, ONE OF WHICH SCARED ME TO DEATH, MAY HAVE BEEN RELATED TO THE TWO MALAYSIAN PLANE CRASHES.
6/2/14- #117 my apartment # - flight 17 seeing this number in my dream scared me so much I jumped up from my sleep wondering why looking at my door with my apartment # on it scared me so much.
#37- forgot to date this one - flight 370 (about two weeks ago)
6/17 - #289 - KTLA5 reported official death tollon MALAYSIAN FLIGHT to be 298
FYI: SOMETIMES I CAN AWAKE FROM A DREAM AND THEN GO BACK TO SLEEP AND PICK UP THE DREAM WHERE I LEFT OFF

I should have posted this dream here instead of the comments. I apologize:

The first dream I had was about 6/15/14. I was in a house and in the bathtub there was a partially built nuclear bomb. It was being put together with Vacuum parts. I don't remember much more about this dream.. Nothing else happened.

Then at about 6/25/14, I dreamed that I was going down the freeway in a wooden motorhome. We were going down the freeway downhill. There was a wooden transmission and we were trying to slow down. The transmission stick broke and we were going downhill out of control..

I then looked behind us (south?) and there were 7 or so bright white orbs. These orbs seemed to float then they each got brighter until there were a flash. There was no noise and the flashes were up high in the atmosphere. They each went off one by one. Each time there was a shockwave. I looked forward (North?) and there were 7 or so white orbs in front of us that did the same.

Nothing else happened and the dream ended.

In real life, a friend of mine owns a single engine parachute plane. In my dream, I was the pilot of this plane. We had to maneuver through trees and powerlines, but did so with a lot of ease. We both were very happy and excited with the experience.

I dreamt that I was in a group of people. We were to go into these really gross, dirty buildings where we talked and worked. There were showers to the side with no curtains or anything, they were pretty disgusting looking as well.

I saw some people get undressed and climb into the showers to clean themselves, and I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose at that because the water coming out was just filthy. It looked also like the showers were just made out of busted old pipes too. I could just imagine it being a busted sewage line or something, at any rate, I had decided that the water spraying out was just full of germs and that I would be better off not having a shower at all.

Eventually, something had happened, and a lot of the people I was with vanished. I was scrounging for food when I met a group of tribal-like people. American Indians maybe? At any rate, they took me in and had me work gathering.

At one point, I was to carry something important on some sort of thing that looked like a stretcher... but not the ones with wheels. The ones with two poles supporting a cloth. An old-fashioned stretcher I guess.

There was another person helping me. One corner of the stretcher rested on my right shoulder, and they were in the opposite corner supporting it with their left shoulder. There was a very special way that we were supposed to carry this thing. We had to march in a very specific way bringing our knees WAY up, and lightly jump on our toes. Every couple of steps we were to raise our fists up towards the sky.

When I did this, I noticed that I had a ring of red feathers around my wrist. I also had them around my ankle. We marched like this all over, but what was really neat was that we had to march over some clear, shallow water over some pinkish coral. It was so pretty... but it hurt my feet and I really don't know WHY we were marching. It was a fun experience though.

While we were marching, we passed a store made of glass. You could see right inside that they had a little bit of everything. It kind of reminded me of Wal-Mart. I had recalled that many people in the tribe needed things. One of the things was thicker clothes. I asked the other person helping me carry the thing, and they said that they would have to ask permission to go inside the store.

When we arrived back to the camp I guess we were living in now, the person I was with asked about shopping at the store, and the leader of the tribe said that it was not a good idea. Aside from that, they had no money. I suggested that we barter food instead, and after some debate, the leader begrudgingly allowed us to barter for clothes and other important things, but warned us not to buy superficial stuff or we would all surly die. Also, we had to be very discreet for whatever reason.

I was in downtown Little Rock, trying to " catch" a flying object so we ( mother & I ) HAD to get to Chicago in 15 minutes.

it was evening, there was people running everywhere, trying to catch a ride. Very scared, really need to leave this area.

Met some younger blonde woman and she gave me a ride out of town to go to a funeral of some very important person? once we got there....she said it was a good friend of hers and something about the funeral being of Ghana religion......she said the woman may have to go downstairs for study/worship and the men upstairs...the place was rather dark. I remember going in various rooms of the building and ended up getting my socks wet so had to take them off.

Then I told this woman I was with that I don't really personally know this important public figure and I don't need to go with her to the services. somehow then it came upon me that i had lost my purse with my keys and wallet and ID and I was searching everywhere to find....now I didn't know how to get back home. The lady that brang me helped search a bit and we left this building and I found my old purse which I didn't really bring this one on are journey. I found the important persons wallet in this purse with check book and other personal documents. The lady said maybe the other woman has my purse and maybe they got mixed up? the checkbook belonged to the important public figures wife. the lady I was with said she would return it eventually. There was also something about a vitamin or health drink that was bad for you or tasted bad or made you sick...the woman said she was taking them all back to the store. This drink came in many various flavors and in plastic bottles, just about the size of a Gatorade bottle. The lady said it was making everyone sick and not to drink.

then we traveled to the east past many high steep hills and a highway that had little bridges above the country highway ...almost like an over pass but small scaled and they we located where you would be driving up a hill that was steep so we had to slow down enough to make it past....one was decorated with a monkey head ceramic type sculpture ad had bowls with pebbles in them. it felt like the dishes were for leaving some kind of donation. after we passed that bridge we saw a train standing still...there was the guy with a big machine and he was ready to ram into the train with one train box he was carrying/lifting with this machine. We almost crashed into him but somehow managed to jump over it in the car we were in.


Lastly as we past the bridge on left side of road was a big green lush drop off. There was a older man riding a famous horse...but the horse looked to me like a large pony. He was called Sir Ellington and was wealthy and he was trotting with his horse. He came to edge of road and let me pet the horse, but said do not pet too much or too hard or the horse will become cranky. Then he invited us inside and it turns out this blonde woman I have been traveling with, this was her husband...he was 70 and in good health and very fit. She seemed to be early 30's. We looked out the back patio which was built on a hill and we could see where he was riding his horse down below....but nobody was there. To the right side was some kind of amusement type slide ride created for men that hunted and fished and such? It was a long sleek slide going down the hill
Then would be airborne at times and they had to wear some kind of head gear before trying out the ride..so I saw these men mostly in their 40's to 50's screaming as they went the slide on this hill...one guy came close to flying off the slide and onto the ground...I turned to my lady friend and said wow he almost didn't make it....she agreed it is dangerous but had nothing to do with her and her husband and there property, that some group just sets up this contraption every summer for a few days.

I am in my backyard and there are neighbors around. I am weeding a corner near the house and notice there are a few evergreen trees that are not green, I ask my husband if they are dead or if they might turn green later---he doesn't know. I am pulling weeds around one dead looking tree---there is a vine with a few green leaves on it---I pull for a long time and it keeps coming, an extremely long vine with a root that seems to go under the house, it finally comes to the end. Hopefully it is not poison ivy. My neighbor, a woman my age, who used to live in the house next door is out in her yard and asking about the property line, There are a row of bushes between our house and hers(in waking life the new neighbors have put up a privacy fence) and someone has told her the property line is in the middle of the bushes. We walk around looking at what has been planted between our houses and I realize that the bushes are actually on my property although I have never helped trim them. I point to the neighbor, a young man, on the other side and the bushes that separate his yard from his back yard neighbor ( an old woman) and say it must have gotten confused with those bushes because they are the ones that are on the actual property line. We figure out where the actual property line is and part of her yard is now my yard. I walk around and admire a large fountain that has plants and some other things that are on my side now and I will have to take care of them.

I dreamt that there had been some sort of crisis and my family, along with hundreds of others, were gathered in a very big building. In the very back of the building was a sort of cafeteria. The room was very long and filled with tables and chairs, but they were all full. I had been lucky enough to grab a chair for each of my children, but the room was so packed that there were many people sitting on the floor and lined up against the wall.

I stood in line to get some food for me and my children. As I got closer to the front of the line, I could see that the things being served were hamburgers, grilled cheese sandwiches, or salad which was basically a big bowl of lettuce with no dressing or other vegetables. I was trying to decide out of these three options, which would be the best for my children. It seemed like we haven't eaten in some time, and I was unsure when we would eat again so I needed whichever offered the most nutrition... the bowl of lettuce was out. There would be less protein in the grilled cheese, but more calcium than in the burger maybe... or so I was thinking in the dream.

As I got closer to the front of the line, people started cutting in front of me. Most of these people were clearly very poor and homeless. Some of them even looked ill or diseased... and I just didn't have the heart to ask them to get back behind me... but then I saw that the food was running out and I still had to feed my children. But the closer I got to the front of the line, more and more people would cut in front of me and push me back... then I started to get angry, because some of these people, as poor as they were, were not supposed to be there, and I'm not exactly sure how or why I thought that. I just felt like they had no right to be in that line and the fact that they WERE there was making it increasingly difficult for me to get food for my children!

As I got pushed farther and farther back, I grew panicked as I watched tray after tray of food disappear just knowing that soon there would be no food left and I would have failed to feed my children. And just as I suspected, when I had FINALLY made my way to the front of the line, there was no food left.

I was so angry and disappointed. It seemed like everyone in the room was now eating except for my kids who sat and watched everyone else eat with sad, wanting eyes. I wasn't sure what I could do now... Just as I was about to leave, some curtains opened behind the cafeteria and there was a sort of stage. On the stage were a group of Asian people with crates of corn. They motioned for me to climb up the stage and be the first to try their corn.

Most of the corn had already been shucked, but was raw and uncooked. It looked just like regular, yellow corn. They insisted that I try it while on stage and I did. It was cold and crunchy, just as you would expect raw corn to be... but it tasted as if someone had smeared it with butter. The kernels actually had butter flavor inside of them! What's more is that the corn actually hade a very high nutritional value. They were somehow grown to produce more nutrients than regular corn.

After I tried it, several people climbed on stage to grab some. Most of these people were being greedy as they had cut in front of me earlier to get food before me. I watched as they scarfed down the corn, ear after ear, and after they had eaten so much of it, they got very sick to the point I was afraid they might die...

I didn't feel sick... but then again, I hadn't eaten very much of the corn, just a few bites. My dilemma now was whether or not I should bring the corn back to my kids... I thought that something would be better than nothing... but after thinking harder on it, I knew that those sick people had eaten the corn on a full stomach. Even if my kids just ate a little bit of corn like I did, they might get sick if that was all they had, so I decided that I would have to somehow find some other food for them.

I had given birth to twin daughters. I had taken them to my mother's house so she could baby sit for me for two days. When I got back to pick them up the house was a flurry of activity. My mother and others avoided talking to me and even making eye contact. After awhile of waiting, I got up and started looking around the house for my baby girls but couldn't find them. Mom told me, after several hours, to go to this place that looked like a cafeteria. I sat down at a table with some other people and in walks this very old man, very frail and unsteady. As he reached my table he lost his balance and fell, hitting his head on the floor. The people I was with and I helped him up and he took a chair at our table. He then thanked me for my "gift", and I later found out that my mother had taken the babies to this lab where their stem cells were being harvested from their blood. The old man and another woman friend of mom's were being given those stem cells to rejuvenate them. I did get my babies back, sans a little of their blood. I woke up with a feeling of utter betrayal and rage that this was done without my knowledge or consent.