02/24/10
In this dream, my sister, my chirldren, and I were visiting New York city. We were in a mid high rise building when snow and natural dissaster started to begin, growing more powerful by the second! I believe it was a Hurricaine comming in. Huge waves of water started crashing into the buildings, and flowing through the streets.
All we could do, was escape to higher grounds. But had to stay clear from the other tall buildings, that were being pushed over due to the weight of the water. The Only thing we could do was to get out of Mother Natures way!
Then I woke up

09/15/08
This dream was about flooding. (A very quick dream) I was able topull my sister, and children out of the flood and took them to higher ground.

I have a lot of dreams where I have to "fight" weird entities. Ghosts I guess? Whatever they are, they are bad things and physical objects do absolutely NO good.

In this dream, I had visited my parents house... (I did that ALOT before the house burned down). I had my boys with me and as I was talking to them, my son started waving towards the front door. I paused and looked to see a very old, mean-looking man in the windows by the door. He had greyish skin and an old fashioned black top hat and an old button-up coat. He had an evil face with a grotesque smile and he motioned for my oldest son to come to him and open the door. He never spoke a word, but he didn't have to... I knew, and I'm sure my son knew, what he wanted. My son began to walk forward and I grabbed his arm and pushed him behind me. Even so, my son kept trying to worm his way around me, so I shoved him back, and stepped closer to the door. I tried to scream at the man to "get out"... but the words wouldn't come out. I took another step closer and tried again and again... and nothing would come out. Not peep, squeak, or grunt. There is no way to describe what was going on inside me at the time... imagine if your insides, your spirit I guess, were doing some sort of physical labor and it became tired. I was getting tired, or rather my spirit was... but I kept trying until I managed to whisper the words. When they came out, I tried again and even harder and my voice grew louder. I did it over and over again until I was yelling as hard as I or anyone could... and the man disappeared.

Flying in a blue dream ( kudos to Joe Satriani)
My most vivid and also perhaps most pleasant dream was of flying high over a forest, about a year and a half ago. For all my life whenever I had flying dreams, I would barely be able to float, possibly sometimes as high as a room ceiling, avoiding people who were trying to catch me. Sometimes ( most often) it would be like just picking up my feet and floating just above the ground, but going anywhere I might normally walk. Sometimes it was just floating down a set of stairs by picking my feet up.
This time however, I was able to immediately and for the first time fly high over the land. I remember very clearly, it was over patches of forest, early evening, nearing dark. I could smell the freshness of the air so clearly, like it had just rained ( I have not been able to smell anything at all in real life for more than seven years due to a severe ear infection that spread). I could see eveing mist floating above the trees, vividly, and recall how beautiful it all was. I wanted it to go on forever, feeling the peace and tranquility. However, shortly after I awoke, without the dream really progressing anywhere.
The strange thing was, a few months later, we were driving on vacation somewhere in Massachusetts ( we are from Illinois, the flatlands, not very pretty at all) and all of a sudden we were on a road far above a wide-spreading valley, and in the valley, as far as eyes could see, were large clumps of forest, far below. It was evening, and patches of mist or fog were rising above the trees just like in my dream. It was of course, somewhat different, but the similarity was startling. I don"t know if it was precognitive or coincidental, but the memory sticks with me, which usually does not happen, as I do not have very good long term memory any more. At least I got to fly once before I die ( other than in a plane LOL).

Date: 2014-05-08
Time: 0947
Type: Standard, linear / time-displaced, POV

I am 16 years old and on a standard yellow school bus with about 25 kids, heading up, what is currently an abandoned street (Mount Albion) near my house. In the dream, the road is under "

Date: 2014-05-08
Time: 0838
Type: Standard, linear, continuation, POV

Eric is now gone, but my other friend (another old friend from this lifetime) helps me to pry open the old trap doors which are now about twice the size and located underneath the doors heading back INTO the airport (between the "

Date: 2014-05-08
Time: 0739
Type: Standard, linear POV/3P

In the lobby of what feels like a large airport, I am near the elevators, facing a square area of low, dark grey, metal seats, on which are seated several elderly men and women (70s+). I am some sort of wealthy physician, popular, well liked and respected. I am apparently on my way to some sort of secret facility, whose entrance is located underneath the rear exit of the airport (the idea that comes to mind is like a "

Date: 2014-05-08
Time: 0608
Type: Standard, linear, POV

I am what seems to be a young, mafia-type businessman attending a prestigious, yet exclusive gathering at an associate's house. I am wearing a black suit, with a pink collared shirt underneath, with no tie. In the lounge, a friend hands me a rare, light-brown coloured cigar and begins to recite a funny story. Not wanting to hear it, I immediately head for the bathroom. On the way, I remember "

Date: 2014-05-08
Time: 0608
Type: Flash, linear, 2P

In front of my parent's house, I am getting into a 4-door sedan with my parents, on my way to some sort of graduation ceremony. I am wearing a unique black shirt with a white undershirt, black dress pants and black shoes. As I get into the back right seat (my father gets into the driver's seat), my mother walks over to the trunk to put something inside. Suddenly, my dad starts to drive while the trunk is still open. Out the back window, I see the startled expression on my mother's face and yell for my dad to stop. After about 30 feet (with my mom chasing after the car), he stops and she gets into the front passenger seat, directly in front of me.

Date: 2014-05-08
Time: 0608
Type: Flash, linear, POV

In the early morning, I'm riding a motorcycle/car hybrid vehicle down a single lane expressway to work. The weather is cool and a little cloudy. After passing under several underpasses, I'm nearing the end of the road that comes to a T intersection. About 100 yards from the end, there is a stalled / broken-down white, flat front truck under an underpass. Although I am in the right-hand lane, it is also in the right hand lane, but facing me (as though it is in the wrong lane). There is 1 police car on the right side of the truck and 1 on the left side beside the left lane. The only way to pass the truck is in the left-hand lane. Since I am travelling at a relatively fast speed, I pass it without difficulty.