I was underground with some friends and when I came above ground I saw a plane drop three bombs. I ducked for cover. Some how even though the bombs dropped straight above me I survived.

I had this dream about a week ago. It has probably been the most depressing dream I have ever had. In fact, It took me a couple of days to get over it.

In the dream, there was to be a massive carnival. People from all over the world were going to attend and preparations were being made. I was invited to have a look inside as things were being set up. I was told by the person walking me through that one of the main attractions was "Pig girl". I started getting a little irritated when this person described what sounded like a deformed little girl. Bouncing all around they said "You just have to SEE her!" and grabbed my hand as they dragged me to a small tent.
Inside the tent there was a little beat up dog bed and a smile heap of brown fabric with tiny pale feet sticking out of it. The feet were SO pale, they were practically white. The person prodded the sleeping girl with a stick and said "Get up PIG GIRL" in about the cruelest way imaginable. They were absolutely void of feeling. I had to tighten my fist as not to want to slap them. Slowly, tiny arms and legs stretched out of the heap. The little being peeped over one shoulder at me and then turned to face me. She had long, flowing white hair that matched her pale skin. Her eyes were bright blue. There was a slight rosiness to her cheeks... but she also had a turned up nose that resembled a pig's and floppy pig-like ears. Her face was a bit distorted, but she was truly beautiful in her own way. I couldn't believe how she was being treated. She was very fragile and looked as though she hadn't eaten in days. The "clothes" she was wearing looked as if it were a potato sack someone cut holes in. She was probably no more than two feet tall. When I reached out to touch her, she flinched and curled into a little ball. All I could think was that this poor child had been beaten. The person who had brought me started laughing, calling her "retarded". I could feel tears building up in my eyes. "WHERE IS THIS GIRLS MOTHER!?" I screamed. "When she finds out what you are doing to her baby, You will all be spending the rest of your lives in JAIL!" I don't think I have EVER been so angry in my life. The person just chuckled and said that the mother was the one who "gave" them the child.
Infuriated, I snatched up the little girl and put her on my hip. I threatened anyone who tried to take her and demanded that I see the mother IMMEDIATLY. After all of my screaming and yelling, a nice little group of people had surrounded us. All whispering and laughing to one another. I didn't care. Eventually I was told that the mother would see me. I followed the same person to a bigger tent. There, in the middle of the dark room, was a very large, beautiful bed covered in red, satin sheets. I saw a woman, just as pale as the child, lying in the middle of the bed in a red, satin robe that matched the bed. When I saw her lying there, I thought to myself that she must look JUST like her little girl. This must have been what happened to her as a child... so she thinks it is normal to do this. The woman began to sit up, her long white hair had been running off the bed, but began to slide up the side as she rose. She turned to look at me and she looked NOTHING like her daughter, save for the color of her skin and hair. She was gorgeous. Unnaturally gorgeous. IMPOSSIBLY gorgeous.
My stomach sank when I looked at her. How could she be so beautiful and yet, so heartless? I told her how I felt about how she was treating her daughter. I had always wanted a daughter and never got one. I told he that if SHE didn't want her daughter that I would adopt her. I would even pay for ALL the paperwork and expenses... I begged her to just PLEASE not continue to treat her child like she had been. The woman just looked at me and laughed. She told me that I didn't feel anything for the "animal" she had given birth to. She accused me only pretending to care for her for appearances. I grew angry again and told her that she could believe whatever she wanted but I WAS taking the child and if she felt like she could take her from me, she can BRING IT.
I walked back through the circus and there were several other deformed children that began to follow me. None of their deformities were quite as bad as "Pig girl", but it was clear that they were being abused too. None of them had parents. Instead, they had been abandoned and raised in the circus. I couldn't have been more disgusted. How could anyone just abandon a child because they aren't "perfect". I gathered my things and asked them to gather theirs. They just looked at one another in confusion. They did not have any things. I informed everyone that I was taking these children and that if they wanted them back, they would have to take me to court. I backed away and loaded ALL of the children (there were about 8 or so) into my vehicle and left. When I got home with them, I bathed each of them and clothed them in some of my boy's clothes until I could get them something better. They all wandered the house not knowing what to do. I cooked for them and fed them. They scarfed down their food with their hands... well, all except for "pig girl". She had never left my arms and I spoon fed her. It looked as if she had been starved and I wondered how her body would react to very much food all at once. She needed to eat slowly.
The next day I felt like I needed to go shopping for all of these new kids. I had my husband watch the children and handed him "Pig girl" wrapped in a warm blanket. I asked him to help me think up little girl names. Today would be the last day she would EVER be known as pig girl. On my way out, as I opened the front door, "Pig Girls" mother appeared. She looked emotionless and tilted her head to look at my husband holding the girl. She asked where I was going. Was I abandoning the girl? I informed her that I was not. I was only leaving to get her some suitable clothes, but if she wanted, I would gladly stay home... and find a gun. The mother smiled a little bit. I was a bit shocked. I just threatened her and that was her response? She said to me "Well, maybe you are sincere". She pulled some papers out of the hooded cape she was wearing and handed them to me. She told me that she did not love the little girl and it was better that she be with someone who did. I thought that was a little TOO easy. I had prepared myself to be attacked and taken to court. She made me promise to love the girl forever, and then turned and walked away. My husband and I looked at one another and shrugged. I guess that is that.

I went on a quick shopping trip. I was so proud and excited to bring home dresses for a change! When I got home, there was CHAOS. Kids were running all over looking for "Pig girl". I asked what had happened, and they claimed that she ran away. She was so sad that her mother had signed papers even though she liked being with me. One little boy told me that she was going to do something to 'liquefy' herself. Somehow, this was supposed to make her mother love her.
I was horrified. How would such a small girl even think up such a thing? How would she do it?! I wasn't about to wait around to find out. Between the husband and all the kids, the house was covered. It had started to rain outside, so I threw on a rain coat and ran outside to find the little girl. After searching for hours in the rain, I found nothing. I was exhausted and on the verge of collapsing... so I came home. There, on my doorstep, was the little girl, wearing a red hooded cape like her mother. I grabbed her up and held her tight, crying. I thought she was dead! She had, in fact, done something to herself... now she was a bit see-through. I didn't care. I was begging her not to run away, she was beautiful! I woke up feeling so sorry for the little girl, even though I know she wasn't real. I wondered how many real children have been made to suffer due to their imperfections...

I was at a party the music was loud, smoke filled the rooms. I had this feeling of urgency that became over whelming. I had to leave this party ( this was the thing that was urgent) I told the guy I was with "

This one started at a large shopping centre mall. There were two security guard sweeping through the mall after hours. They were checking to make sure the doors were locked and the crowds of people were out. They were sent into a movie theater to do a sweep through and check because They received a report of a bomb threat. They found a small device looking like a cell phone that was emanating tons and tons of radioactive waste and it started to melt down. The two guards phone the authorities and the army was called in to take the device away unfortunately the two guards Perished it while waiting for backup.

It's a pretty, blue skied day. At most, a few puffy white clouds. I'm standing outside in a partially developed, partially wooded area. To my left is a rundown, small, one-story, white building--like a 1930's house gone to seed. To my right is a red bricked building, again one-story, that in my head I think is Grandma's house but it isn't. There is construction being done on the red bricked building like an addition is being added to the side facing me. From behind me on the right, a large, white passenger aircraft, with red, white, and blue markings flies low and slow on a path that will take it near the red building as if on approach for landing. I notice the plane is flying too slowly and as I watch, it nose-dives into the ground but then topples to the left. I realize the tail section is going to smash into the buildings and I need to warn someone. The tail crashes into the buildings in a fiery mess and, for some reason, what I thought was "Oh, no. The priests."

This one started at a political campaign or rally. There were a large gathering of people somewhere around 5 to 6000 people to hear the political speaker speak. It was a beautiful blue sky and it was a nice mild day somewhere on the coast of the eastern seaboard of United States of America. I saw lots of red white and blue balloons I heard crowds of people giggling and talking in anticipation for the speech. I heard the speaker approach the mic and give his speech people were clapping and cheering for him. Then from a top of a building to the far left I heard the echoing of four gunshots. The crowd went into mass hysteria and anarchy. People were crying and screaming as I saw the speaker had been hit. And this is where I woke up. Unfortunately I'm not certain of the exact city or who the speaker himself was.

My third attempt at Project August, and I really got a weird one. It REALLY seemed to upset the husband.

I dreamt I was visiting Natchitoches, Louisiana. It is a very small town with an adorable river front full of old buildings that are now novelty shops. I was walking the riverfront and talking to my parents whom I haven't seen in years. We stopped by a store with a TV. The breaking news was that the president had signed into office a new law that would almost magically give people more money, thus fix the economy. I shook my head as I saw all the people cheer. I had read the entire law before it had been passed. While giving the people more money, it also made them property of the states. Talking to my father, I asked if there were anything I could do to protect my family. He shook his head and said that there was not. He said to me "America is at the front lines for the rest of the world. If she goes down, they all do." I felt sick to my stomach. All I could do was nod my head and say "There is nowhere to run..."

The sky was VERY cloudy that day. I was walking along the old bridge with my family, when I could feel it vibrating. I touched the railing with my hand to be sure...then asked everyone to stop. Something was not right. I looked up in the sky and through a break in the clouds I saw a huge, silver object. I didn't have time to ask if anyone else had seen it because I began to hear screams. As more and more UFOs started to gather, the clouds were dispersing showing a fleet of HUGE rounded, space crafts. They seemed to be getting lower and the ground started to quake. Several smaller crafts started flying below them and towards the people everywhere and the bridge I was on began to crumble. I managed to jump the side of the bridge just before it collapsed and scrambled to hop mini-ship to mini-ship until I made it to land. People were going in every direction but were being gathered in vehicles by what looked to be Military! They were encircled by tanks and armored cars and forced into what looked to be blank storage trucks. I was no exception.

It was a long drive wherever we were. There were no windows in the back of the truck we were piled into. We arrived at a large futuristic looking building and sorted. My family and I along with another family were placed in an office to meet the president. Next to him were my cousin and several armed men that looked to be military of some sort. The president had what looked like a fancy new version of ipad. He flipped through it as he introduced himself, then stopped and gave a name from the other family. He listed their "suspicious" behavior to include where that person had been online, what "anti-government" links he had clicked, who he had talked to on the phone and what he had said personally about him (the president) and revealed that he had cheated on his wife. My cousin, who had been looking at his Iphone, then held it up for us all to see and said "Here, here, and Heeere." as he flipped through screenshots. The man was then shot and killed on the spot. His wife followed, then two kids. My father was next. I thought "Surely, my cousin won't stand by and allow this to happen to my father..." I begged him with my eyes not to, but just as it had the first victim, the President listed my father's activities, my cousin showed screenshots, and then my father was shot. The president then complained about the mess on the floor. It was a small office and the bodies were piling up and blood was everywhere. He ordered that after me and my mothers trials, we should be sent to the stadium. So, we were "trialed" just as everyone else, but instead of being shot, we were shoved out of the door. Masses of Aliens were walking up and down long and winding halls in lines. They had small breaks in lines where it looked like they did something similar to punching in time clocks before going into work. They were expressionless and didn't seem to notice or care that I was there. I was shoved into a line and moved along with them wondering if that was where I was supposed to be. "Am I supposed to be working? Am I a slave now?" I wasn't sure. Shortly thereafter, I was snatched out of line by one of the men that were in uniform. I looked to see the president who called me by name and told me that my place was with my mother at "section B row 32". I was horrified that he knew my name and my mother WITHOUT HIS PAD. I was lead to the "stadiums". There were three sets of bleachers. Facing them there were the bleachers in the middle (A), some to my left (B) and more to my right ©. I headed to the ones to the left. Three rows up and towards the end was my mother, just as the president had said. She was lying on her side crying and grieving for my father- her husband, but sat up quickly when she saw me. There was a podium in the middle of the "stadium" the president approached with both military and aliens by his side and gave a speech before issuing "punishment". When he was finished he pointed to the sky and what looked to be many meteors (Large stones on fire) started to rain down on those in that section of bleachers. I could hear their bones cracking and all the screams of the people as they were not only crushed, but burned alive. When the president was satisfied, the meteors stopped and then section B (my section) faced judgment. After listing our collective "crimes", the meteors started to fall over me and the bleachers were destroyed. The last thing I saw was my mother reaching to me for help and then I went black.

I had a dream last night about myself robbing a convenient store. It appeared to be a Thortons, Sheetz, or a Racetrack; modern gas station. I was with an accomplice who was reaching in the back seat of the getaway vehicle the entire dream. I went inside the gas station up to the clerks, brandishing a slightly over sized gun metal long barrel revolver. I asked for the money but the clerks, one black and one white. both young men wearing red shirts and khaki pants. They said they only had 5 dollars i took it and panic set in. i ran out to the car, noticing a distinct feeling of panic and of a job gone wrong. waiting for police sirens to come in the distance. I went back inside thinking i couldnt botch the job for only $5.00. I went back inside noticing a clear plastic cup soda on the counter full of dr. pepper. i just knew it was dr. pepper, i could taste it by looking at it. I then went behind the counter and opened the cash drawers finding more money than the clerks said and this made me angry. I pulled out the change holders and it revealed a plastic pre wrapped bag of 100 bills. they looked fake but i grabbed them along with the rest of the money. put it in a bag and now i heard the sirens in the distance. ran out the door of the gas station to see my accomplice, who was also black, leaning over the driver seat facing backwards reaching for something. the panic feeling set in again and i woke up.

I was 21 in 1986 when I found out I was going to have my 1 st child. Within 2 weeks before I had the test from the doctor I knew I was pregnant. Once confirmed and before any ultra sounds could be done I knew I was having a son I only picked boys names. When I was in my 3 month with my son I kept dreaming of a girl and her name was Shalene. I never once say her face but all I did in this dream was say her name in different tones. My son was born and I named him sol. He was 3 years old when I became pregnant again I knew right away I was pregnant and within a month I knew it was a girl. Her name is Shalene. There are the best of friends and always have been from the day Shalene was born.

2011, I was told we will be in Civil War, with in three summers. I am a little reluctant to say whom spoke this to me, as I do not want to be roped into a religious or Jesus freak category. But, let me first tell you the dream, and we can go from there.

CIVIL WAR DREAM
I'm standing looking over a large, open, empty field (empty, meaning no people were present). However, there was a very old looking boxing ring in this field. It didn't have the ropes around it, like you would see today though. It could have been a stage, but in my dream, I saw it as a boxing ring. About 200 feet (or so) in the distance, beyond the field, I see a line of cars—bumper to bumper, heading up this enormous steap hill in great haste.
Suddenly a man walks directly in front of me, literally about a foot between us. He was looking to the side of him, so I couldn't see his face, but he stopped right in front of me—he strangely just stood there. Since he was standing so close to me I could only see that he was wearing some kind of powder blue garment with a hood over his head. He didn't speak a word to me, he just stood there, looking off to the side.
Suddendly, my peripheralview drew my attention to men being chased, by other men with hug clubs in their hands. These men where in the same garment as the man still standing in front of me, except their garments were brown with a hood, not blue like the man standing in front of me. I see these men running, and all of them avoiding the boxing ring. One man was being dragged up onto the boxing ring by one of the men with clubs, with great resistance. All around the boxing ring, these men were cowering down on the ground, covering their bodies and faces from the brutal attack from these men with clubes.
While I still cannot see the face of the man standing in front of me, I ask:
"Why are those men being beaten?"
"Because of civil war."
"Oh, you are in civil war?"
"NO, you are"
He turns to me, and now I see his face, except all I could focus on where piercing deep blue eyes, from underneath his blue hoodie. He says, very straight faced:
"In three summers from now"
I pray this is not a precognitative dream. I had the dream in 2011—we are going into the 3rd summer this year.