One night I had a dream that was very scary and so vivid and so when I woke I called my friend Davida and told her about it. I had dreamed that the Pope was in a room and had a box and there was something evil that had been released and it was a demonic spirit and it was jumping in and out of the pope. I was in the room and someone was trying to pull me out and shut the door so the pope and the demon could not get out. It was really angry and was banging on the inside of the door. I had gotten out of there but it stuck with me. Some other stuff happened but since I never wrote the whole thing down at the time a lot of the details are lost. Well, 10 days later the Pope resigned. I mentioned it on my Facebook wall and my friend (Davida)wrote on my wall that she confirms that I called her and reported the dream to her the morning I had it and that it was clearly well before the Pope's resignation.**

I was in a two story building, upstairs and it was a flat and empty. All windows, no blinds and sun was getting ready to go down. Someone or something was coming and we had to hide. My wife and daughter were between the floor and ceiling of the first and second floor. I was walking around looking and my wife pulled up a square in the floor and said its clean and nice down here, we should be ok/safe. It was all wood, maybe 3 feet tall and covered the same space as the second floor. There was a dim light, but I went out to go and get a fan for circulation up on the second floor somewhere and I woke up..

My friend, my older brother, left us last year(2013)—he took his own life.

Three times throughout my life I have had this repetitive dream about me and my brother. The first time I had this dream, I was in my early 20's. The last time I had this dream, was the two months before he took his own life. I believe it was a subconscious message, but I don't know if it was from my subconscious, or his? It was as if his death was predetermined to go by his own hand one day and I needed to know about it.

THE REPETITIVE DREAM
I am standing on what looks like the shore of our near by lake (Folsom Lake). I see about roughly 50 feet in front of me a tiny piece of land, like an island. On this island is my brother, standing next to the open door of his gray 240Z. He is looking right at me, with no expression on his face.

I am standing on the shore, wondering how he got his car onto this tiny island, and why he is just standing there, staring at me. Suddenly, the island begins to sink. My brother continues to stare at me, with no expression, no concern the island is sinking, he didn't bat and eye, he just stood there. I am on the shore, frantically pacing back and forth, motioning to him to get out of there, and come onto the shore, but he just continued to stare.

As the water begins to rise, covering the tiny island, and now seeping into the car, he turns, and gets in, and shuts the door, and moves to the back of the car, to the window hatch. All I could see is his face, and still no expression from him. As the water fills the car, the last thing I saw was his stretched his hand out to me, as if to say good-bye, and he just sank without a care in the world, as if he knew it was time for him to go, and he was completely ok with that.

I miss him so so much. His one year death anniversary was May 6, 2014.

IN MY DREAM
2:00 AM, and the phone rings, walking me up. I look over at the clock on my night stand, and I see that it is 2:00 AM.

I answer the call, and there is a an officer on the line, with a very heavy Irish accent.
"Morning miss, we have your husband here, he has gotten into some trouble"
"he is my ex-husband—what sort of trouble?"
"I'm sorry miss, I am not at liberty to say."

I kept asking the officer questions about why he was in trouble, and he just kept repeating
"I'm sorry miss, I am not at liberty to say"

Finally, the office agreed to let me speak to him, and when my ex got on the phone, he said to me:
"I am in some trouble, I need you to come and bail me out."

IN REAL TIME
Then the phone rang again, this time in real time, walking me up. I looked again at the clock on my night stand, and it read 1:59 AM—my ex was on the other end and says to me:

"Hey, I am in some trouble. I'm stranded at a phone booth, I lost my wallet, and lost my ride home—I need you to come and bail me out."

This was one of the most profound precog dreams I've had in my life.

was driving around with friends, and was going to go to a show of some sort, and the was a big parking lot, and was with some very old co worker ended up on tv, she had a twin, she mention she was looking for work and she could could go anywhere between, japan and china. we were making arrangement to do something after a show, and it was we could see the bunkers in Tokyo.

I thought that I didn't want to go to Tokyo.


Then there was a problem with my car and something had to fix it but we had to get to it from different angles but it was sensitive as if we couldn't get access to it. it was in the parking lot, so everyone went different ways, to watch the car to fix it or to move it. I then saw caroline manzo and she lead me to where there were her italian family cooking, and there food was separated into plates and labels for 1st and 2nd. then there was her family getting onto motorbikes( but not really) and going along this road, there was a dog and I could see the males of the manzo family trying to pin this dog in, they look like there were being rough with the dog but after some time they fence in the dog. only because they were concern for the dog as if it could get hit if it was on the road and we continue on the road,

Words and numbers are important:
Whisky Bar was there but BUY it . 78,000 was number.
Then was chasing someone with a gun. I had a gun. it jammed. Was on rooftop

My dream, what I remember, consisted of a very bright hot day. I've been told to report to a site to register. Apparently it was something mandatory. The site was a number of train cars serving as offices, and they were on tracks parked there, just the cars not the engines. The gravel in the track area was odd because it was bright white, not grey.

The cars were very shiny chrome and struck me that they looked like train versions of airstream trailers. Standing in line with strangers, people where directed to which car they were to go to, and close to the front of the line they were given a clipboard with some sheet they had to fill out.

As I stood in line, I went from curious to feeling very uneasy, not sure at all what was being planned by registering for whatever this was.

This was August 2014, midday, and I'm Canadian so I assume Canada but honestly this could be anywhere.

My colleagues from work and I were being held in a woodworking shop by a team of criminals who expected some sort of result before they would release us. I cannot recall the identities of any of the people from work, except that I was expected to take particular care of a woman in her 30's, called Ruth. One of them had prepared for me a piece of 1 x 3 board, which I was expected to break over the head of one of the criminals. The board had been grooved in such a way that it would break easily when I bashed the man on the head with it. My friends thought I wouldn't hit him hard enough, if I thought I might kill him.

The man I was supposed to hit was Japanese, with hair starting to get gray, so I presumed he was in his 40's. He was slightly-built, probably 5'6" tall, of stern demeanor and not talkative. Two of his henchmen were taller men, who appeared to be in their 30's, identified by my friends as "the Jamaicans" (though they looked hispanic and not Jamaican to me.) I was not expected to attack the Jamaicans; other men intended to fight them.

I realized fighting was about to start, but I was unable to find the Japanese man in the cluttered workshop, nor was I able to locate Ruth, to protect her. I don't recall if I expected outside help to arrive, and I was more concerned with my failure to attack, or to protect.

The predominant color in my surroundings was unfinished wood.

Music was playing in the room; after I woke up, I recognized the tune as "Old Joe Clarke" but later determined that the tune was actually "Clap Your Hands." (It had no significance in the proceedings, but it was a memorable detail.)

May 13/14, 2014
Make Peace, Not Pieces

I am a volunteer for a protest organization that has the slogan "Make peace, not pieces." The head office is bright and cheery because of a bank of windows along the outside wall. There is another person there but I only see a shadow sitting at a table. There is a poster already made that has a number of overlapping pieces of paper shaped like toilet seats. Each seat is either grey or white with the slogan printed on each and around the poster border.

I do not claim to be the sort of advanced dreamer that you described on the Coast to Coast show (where I heard of your website). Last night, I attempted to dream using the advice given on this site. I am not sure that it worked...

I dreamt that a large group of men had kidnapped me. I refused to bow to them and was captured and dragged out of my home. In my front yard they laughed at me. They told me that they would rape me, then kill me for being unfaithful to my husband, as if I would have a choice in the matter. (I was to be killed BECAUSE they raped me) They said they were going to "stone" me to death and possibly take my head. That is all I remember.

I am sorry if this is too graphic and not what you are looking for... I wish it had been about a toothbrush.