It took me a little while to decide whether or not this dream was worth sharing. I woke up from it around 4:00am laughing. I prepped myself to dream of "Important Events in August 2014" and THIS is what I got. Perhaps I am doing something wrong...

In this dream I had decided to visit the National Dream Center for myself. When I arrived, I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was a resort! It was being built from the inside out, but I hardly noticed the construction being done because it was filled with some of the most interesting art and sculptures I have ever seen.

Making my way in, I noticed a restaurant that I was unfamiliar with. I took a mental note as I passed it and decided I would try it out later when I was done exploring. It is nice to try new things.

I made my way to the heart of the center, and to my surprise, it was a maze full of perfectly trimmed hedges, exotic flowers, and strange and beautiful sculptures. But you did not walk this maze, you swam it. It was filled with the most beautiful and clear water I have ever seen. You could see every detail and crack in the pavement under the water. As I swam, I noticed some of the most beautiful and exotic fish swimming with me. I thought about how it was so peaceful and relaxing to see the fish, maybe that was the reason they were there.

I swam around just enjoying the scenery for some time before more and more people started coming into the maze. Soon the maze was FULL of people... and, of course, it would be at that exact moment that I would realize I was naked.
More embarrassed than I've EVER been, I pressed against the wall and made my way to a more quiet part of the maze. I saw a small platform with large, gorgeous table on it. The table looked as though it had been carved from hard wood. It was a bit long and rectangular. Interestingly enough, there was a small rectangular basin cut out of the middle filled with water. People were gathered around the table working hard (but not too hard). They smiled, laughed, and talked happily as they did paperwork. On one end of the table was a woman who was fun to watch. She would pass out and sleep on the job, then after a while she would pop up and scribble franticly on a piece of paper and pass it to the man at the other end. Each time she woke up and scribbled she would make a different expression. Sometimes happy, Sometimes sad, worried, ect. The man at the other end was always happy to get her papers. The workers on each side of the table were smiling and joking as they read and worked on their papers as well.

It felt like their happiness was rubbing off on me, but then someone stood up and said "(So-and-so) will be here any minute! Get the fart paper!" I wasn't sure I had heard that correctly. I have never heard of a "fart paper" but I was very amused by the idea. I crept in a bit closer to watch and saw a big, angry man stomp over the maze across a bridge I hadn't noticed before. He had a scowl on his face and didn't seem happy with anyone... it looked as though he was going to start yelling. Quickly and quietly, a piece of paper was passed around the table, everyone scribbled a little something on it, and the last person to have it stood up and put the paper into the basin. It began to dissolve and a green smoke filled the air. The mean man that had charged them immediately stopped, made a face, and turned around all but running the other way. Everyone at the table cheered and laughed. I thought this was hilarious too and laughed until my ribs hurt.

In most of my dreams, I do not know I am dreaming or have any control over what I do, but for whatever reason, I found this dream so amusing that I DID NOT want to forget it when I woke up, so I concocted a brilliant plan. I would write down what I wanted to remember and mail it to myself on a post card! Genius! I began writing down all the things I wanted to remember from the restaurant to the fish in the maze, then at the bottom of the card I wrote " DO NOT FORGET CLAVACUS AND THE FART PAPER!"

(I'm pretty sure the name was Clavacus... but perhaps it was something close to that...)

Satisfied with my card, I popped it into the mail and received it back within a few seconds, complete with a shiny silver post mark with the name of a place that sounded so weird, I wondered if it were even of this world. I didn't think about it long... I was busy flipping the card back and forth in my hands musing at it. I couldn't help but be entertained by the thought of what the mail man was thinking when he read the back of it.

Now this is TRULY amazing!! My ex fiance took me up to his parents for the first time about 6 years ago. I had never been there and knew NOTHING about the place. The place is located on Indian Reservation Land way the hell and gone, out in the country. It's about 30-40mins outside of Merritt BC. My ex's mother and stepfather (who is native Indian) live there. He inherited the house through the Indian band from his family, along with some land.

We arrived for a 3 or 4 day stay. The day after we arrived I was exhausted as we had been biking and hiking and swimming in Petit (they say Peety up there)Creek. I went into the little room his parents had set up for us and laid down for a nap and everyone else took off to go do something else. It is a 2 bedroom house with 1 washroom and a wood burning stove and it's very old, like a cabin almost.

It was very hot and I laid down and passed right out into a deep sleep. In my dream, I was there in the house and there were some young boys in the house and something was very wrong. Then a tall Indian man came to me in the hall and he had long straight black hair. It was very long, way down his back. He was very upset and there was a feeling of panic and I asked him how he got in. I kept thinking that we had to get out of there somehow. He took me to the front door and someone was trying to get in and again I asked him how he managed to get into the house as I never saw him come in. He never answered but took me to the back door and people were trying to break in somehow through the back door. There were Native Indians in RCMP or polie uniforms and one was a lady. Finally, the officers banging on the doors managed to get in and I felt sheer panic. They took him somehow and I was trying get away and woke up in a terrible sweat.

Well I woke up and then I could hear my ex's parents and him in the living room and kitchen so I got up and went into the living area. I got a coffee and didn't say anything for a while. I then mentioned that while they were gone I had the most vivid and incredible dream. I told them the dream and as I began to talk the room fell silent. Their eyes got bigger and bigger as I went on and my ex's stepfather went very pale and grey in the face.

My ex's mom then said I had dreamed of Uncle Joe. He had owned the house before, years ago. He looked exactly how I described. No one else around there looked like that with all that hair almost down to the waist. They then said what I had dreamed is exactly what had happened years ago there. The authorities had come to take him away and they could not get him to come out. They had also sent officers who were natives to try and get him to come out. They got the door open and they took him away and locked him up and he died in the loony bin. I think he still feels betrayed. Betrayed was what I was getting from him. Also I was told that my ex's stepfathers brothers and such were there in the house when that happened. Those were the young boys I saw. Those young boys are now in their 50's. My ex's mom Louise also made one creepy comment: The bedroom I was sleeping in was the old part of the house. The other bedroom (hers and her husband's) and the den were new additions. Maybe that made the difference??

This dream was 110% accurate. I almost fainted. That night we were sitting out back around the fire in the backyard and my ex (who was really scared and freaked about my dream) were mentioning it to a friend of his who came to visit and as soon as I finished the story the back door just slammed itself shut! We all jumped and laughed and our friend Mike hollered out "Goodnight Uncle Joe!"

PS My ex told me best not to talk about it again. He's still freaked by it I think. Here is a picture I took in that bedroom.

** Had a very vivid dream one night that I was at my mother's (she is deceased, since 2007) and it is a strange home I don't recognize. There are heavy drapes hanging on the windows the color of sand and it also seems like a far away, very old and foreign country. I am trying to open her drapes and I notice something strange on the inside top corner of her drapes. I take down the awfully heavy drapes and see a stamp there and it is a Canadian Coat of arms stamp of The Hudson Bay company. This is not unusual and I think well their stuff is expensive so these drapes must have cost an awful lot! Then I see that the Hudson Bay stamp is on a piece of white cloth that is lightly stitched into place and there is something under it. I can feel my mother somehow with me. Well I pick out the loose stitches and peel it back. Below is a large SCARAB and it has been branded into the cloth. I have the feeling that it was somehow important that this be hid but why I do not know. It has been seared or burnt into the cloth and cannot be removed. I replace the curtains and go outside. Outside there is a man and he is very smiley but has a very evil aura about him and he is trying to get into my mothers place. I go in and find him trying to crawl in the window and I realize that I am in Egypt and this man is determined to come in. I go to shut the window and my mothers microwave goes falling out the window. I am scared of the man trying to get in. There is alot of commotion outside and I'm not sure what is happening but I have a bad feeling. I am also worried about my mother coming in and finding out about her microwave. I confront the man about the scarab for some reason because it has something to do with him lying to me. He laughs it off. I wake up VERY unsettled. Now I don't know if this has anything to do with my dream but a week later the riots broke out in Egypt. Also the morning after the dream I was still so unsettled I went on the internet and googled Scarab pictures. I viewed about 200 of them and was just going to give up when I saw the exact same one from my dream!!! What a trippy feeling that was!! It had the caption Karnak. I saved it and have uploaded it here. Another friend of mine (on Facebook) Roger, said it was weird on account of the riots and it was not actually until that moment that the coincidence clicked in my mind. He is kinda interested in my dreams now lol. Did this have something to do with the riots???? Also, why would I dream of a Scarab that exists but one I never saw before in my life and what does it have to do with my deceased mother??**

** I can't remember the exact year but maybe 2004 or so I had a music dream and during the day the song would pop into my head constantly and I could not get it out. It was driving me crazy. The song was not the type of music I would normally listen to and I hadn't heard it since I was a kid however the song was I've Never Been To Spain (but I kinda like the music). Not long after that, not sure, but within a week or 2 or possibly 3 there was a huge train derailment in Spain by terrorists or they blew it up or something. I can't remember exactly but at the time I thought that was so coincidental and weird. Anyways, I do sometimes note when I hear music in my dreams just in case there is something to all this collective unconscious precog stuff.**

**Another music dream. Back before 2004 ... like somewhere between 2000 and 2004 I heard the song This Flight Tonight and it was weird cuz I could not get that out of my head and I really only listen to current Hip Hop, Alternative, Electro Dance and R & B. The song however, would not leave my mind for about 2-3 days it just kept playing over and over and then on that 3rd day I picked up a local paper and the headline was a feiry crash of a plane with about 1/2 a dozen passengers. I am trying to recall but one of the guys I think was associated with a local chapter of The Hells Angels. The headline jumped out at me but the song stopped playing in my mind. Coincidence???**

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.