The portion of this dream that I can recall is very brief. I was examinig the Statue of Liberty and the right arm that holds the torch was severed and dangling from the rest of the statue. The impression I got was that this was caused by weather. The statue was standing but the arm was dangling. The emotion that I felt was that this was almost expected for what hit it, and we were a bit impressed that the statue was standing at all.

I dreamt I was staying with a friend and had to go to work. Couldn't find my warm clothes when I went to my Motorctcle to ride into work. Gave up on the warm clothes and drove down Mullholland Drive towards the ocean (west) I figured it was better to go this way into LA than to fight the traffic by going south on the freeway. When I got to the end of the mountains I rode into water that was 6-8 inches deep. I was still a mile or two from the coast highway and could see the ocean far in the distance. The water was dark(black) and too deep to negotiate on the bike so I drove back onto mullholland and woke up. This dream was on April 29th, 2013. I don't own a motor bike and don't live on Mullholland Drive, but I am familiar with it when I used to live in the Midwilshire are of Los Angeles and had a business in Hollywood.

This dream took place in a warehouse. I was stuck in it. I don't remember arriving, but I couldn't leave. I call this kind of thing a soul trap. I feel these in dreams from time to time, usually I can feel not to go into the trap- usually a well lit area in the dark, like a moth to flame.

It was about 20k square feet of warehouse, all cement floor, some racking and shipping tables, white padded insulation on the walls, doors, and ceiling. I was with some frightened strangers, teenagers, just a few people. Most of the time we spent hiding from the possessed guy in the aisles.

He was a tall man, about 45 or 50, looked like one of the warehouse guys maybe, like the boss. Blue flannel plaid padded workshirt, jeans, short black hair, a little bald. He was possessed by some kind of evil. He had a wild looks and walked around us on the shipping floor sometimes snarling, or yelling, but lecturing us about something all the while. An angry rant.

He also controlled a cloud of flies that was so dense it flowed like fuzzy buzzy ink, an amorphous blob about 8 feet across. Someone spoke up, complaining, and the swirling mass of flies stretched out like a black amoeba to engulf him. He fell down and was consumed to bones and clothes. It moved like flies, but felt like pure evil, not actual living things.

We figured out he couldn't use them always, and attacked. We all moved to surround him by some racks and packing tables. I am a big guy and know what a good punch feels like. I smacked him hard in the temple with a roundhouse blind side sucker-punch. I felt and heard the smack. I expected him to drop. He just turned and kept scrambling away from us.

The realism of the punch was amazing. I usually am impotent when dream violence happens. Like when you try to run and can't or try to punch and your arm goes limp. This time the shock of it pushed right back up my tense muscles and bones as I swung hard and landed a bullseye.

I picked up a metal club, some kind of part for machinery, but before I could use it he looked and laughed and it shrank down to a tiny size.

I don't really remember what happned after the fight, the fears were subsiding and the soul trap felt defeated, despite the demon man and his flies. Just fighting back as a group weakened it.

I had this dream a few days ago.
I was with two men on the west coast of somewhere. We were all white males about 45-55 years old. The sun was going down and we were watching it. A beautiful sunset over a blue ocean as we watched from the driveway of our vacation house. The houses were on a rocky cliff above the ocean. You could walk down to the beach, but it was downhill a couple hundred yards and steep.
One of the guys gets out two Chinese box kite/lantern things. The kind that you light a candle or torch in and it floats from the heated air. These were about 2 or 3 feet square, wood framed, white fabric, with Chinese words, one on each side. He lit the torches and sort of lofted them into the growing darkness of the deep blue nightfall. They drifted out to sea and rose to where you might fly a kite when giant bundles of firecrackers inside them began to ignite. Popping, hissing, flashing, and eventually catching fire the kites fell and the event was over. In all, about 4 minutes.
At the moment the kites began falling I became aware the ground was shaking. Everyone was fixated on the burning popping lamps, even the neighbors. I bent to put my hand on the ground. It was warm cement driveway, and it was rumbling gently. The frequency was that of pink noise played through a subwoofer, so all you feel is 20-100 Hz of random rumble. Like a waterfall can shake the ground, only more "pointy" spikes in freqency.
I called to my pals just as the lanterns fell out of sight, the sun just below the horizon, "hey, the ground is shaking". They were surprised, and suddenly noticed it. We wondered out loud what it could be, it just kept going for minutes, not growing or subsiding, just buzzing/rumbling feeling in our feet. We felt it more than heard it. Eventually it faded rather quickly, we just stood there going "what the hell was that?" and trying to think of what it could be.

I have Apneaq and use a CPAP and so do not dream very much.
I don't get much REM sleep and wake frequently at night, and so when I have any dreams it is unusual to me.
This dream was very short duration in just the last seconds of sleep before waking this morning. I cannot emphasze enough how fast this ws, and then i immediately woke. It will take way longer to tell it that it took to see it.

I was on a point of land on a dry dirt road, not too dusty, just a dirt road.
I perceived I was on an levee above water but could not see the water in front of me or to my right.
The levee or point I was on went so far and turned left and the road followed the edge of the levee. The sky was clear, blue and sunny, but not too warm. It was morning. There were no trees in my view. The grass was yellow, waste high, and gone to seed on both sides of the road, and down to the water on my right. Again, I knew the water was there, but not if it was a lake, sea or river. I could percieve being 6-10 feet above the water level on the levee.
As I walked to the point where the levee and road turned, a bird, a fowl, flew from over the water to my left, flying not high, right to left.
I perceived the bird to ba about as high as power lines on housing area wood poles, about 30 feet up. The bird was only a small black silohet of I think a waterfowl like a small duck.
As it neared the edge of the levee, a fish that I recognized as a barracuda or muskelunge (fresh-water barracuda, like a giant pike) came out of the water like a missle, and struck the bird. The bird was not large only a mouthfull for the fish. The fish did not take it in its mouth but struck it and they both went to ground on the road in front of me about a hundred or so feet away.
The Scene had a sepia tent but I saw the color of the sky, the grass, and the sun. The fish was silver and huge, 6-8 feet, 2-300 lbs, thick bodied, with three sets of fins down its sides. I still did not see the water, but a huge trail of water a spray came up in the air behind the fish. The fish hit the ground, turned and took the downed bird in its mouth, and leaped back into the air like it came in an arc about as high as the bird flew, back from the roud, down below the grass horizon, and out of sight.
I was stunned like a car crash had happened in front of me. The sound of the splash as the fish cleared water, the thud as it hit ground, the concusion of a body that big hitting fround and displaceing air, and then the thrust back into the air, made me step back as if to lose ny bakance and fall on ny rear, I took a step back and squated and ducked as if the fish could have knocked me off ny feet, but it was actually far enough down the road that it was nore a startle response than a concussion.
Once the fish and bird dissapeared down the embankment to my right I heard the splash as it reentered the water, almost as a roar of rapids or a waterfall.
Then it was over and I awoke.

I was experiencing this dream as a young male with two other males and a female pilot of an experimental military craft. We were going on a test flight...the craft had a sort of triangular shape and was dark in color. This craft had an ability to fly up into areas outside of our atmosphere. The first part of of the flight was to achieve an altitude just at the edge of the earth's atmosphere and then some kind of atmospheric conditions had to be just right for the flight to proceed to the area up above the atmosphere. We were in place and the word came back from "control" or base that the conditions were not right for the flight to proceed. So basically we were to abort the test flight.
The female pilot told us that it would be fine, she was going to proceed with the second part of the test-flight.
The three of us passengers looked at each other and told her we were, "not comfortable with that decision." This seemed to make the pilot angry and she flew back down to base and dropped us all off, abruptly, on a paved area that was quite a ways from the original tarmac. We had to walk quite a ways and pass through one of the military security check gates where there were several MPs and even a dog guarding.
We didn't pay much attention and the two other men just walked past them into the gate and the main MP confronted me and stepped in front of me and asked who we all were (we had suits on.) I told him, "Those guys are 'government', and "I'm with them." He said, "Not CIA, are you?" CIA seemed to be bad and government okay. I told him, "I'm ex-FBI, that's all. No CIA here." He relaxed and let me pass.
Note: My son told me that such an experimental craft does exisit, that he thinks it's called the "Aurora" or something like that. I've never heard of it, before.

Not sure which category this should go in. It's about the Sun, but seems to be a warning, so I picked "Calamity Misc.". Anyway, initially I was with some other family members sitting together. Suddenly my grandmother, who passed away in 1994, appeared, and I marveled at this and said "look, she's here!". I don't recall ever dreaming about her although I did love her dearly. Anyway, the scene moved to her next to a whiteboard with 8 drawings of the sun, 4 on the left and 4 on the right, with symbols like wavvy lines and lightnening bolts next to them. It seemed like she was describing different phases or conditions of the sun--the "normal" on the left and the "warning" on the right. That's about everything I can recall--I dream nearly every night but don't have a good recollection of the details of most of them. This one was typical in that regard, but seemed to indicate something is about to happen with the sun. I am a strong believer that when deceased relatives or friends appear in a dream like this, it's a warning.

On Wednesday, April 17, 2013, I had a dream where I was in my home here in the Portland area. The phone rang, and it was my mother who died 9 years ago. When I answered the phone, she said, "I heard from Erin (my son's home health aide - he has a disability) that you had an earthquake." She then said, "it was the Juan de Fuca plate. Be very careful. You are still in danger." The call then disconnected.
There was no damage or feeling of destruction in the dream prior to the phone call. We didn't feel anything more than a minor tremor. I remember the feeling after the phone call that we needed to stay on high ground and that the threat was water, not another earthquake. I also saw that there was major, catastrophic damage north of us, near the Seattle area.
In the last 9 years since my mother's death, I have only had 3 dreams where she was present. In the other 2, she was present but didn't speak. This dream seemed very important, and she certainly spoke with a great deal of urgency.

This dream was much longer than the dogs on skateboards part, but I don't remember much beyond being outside in a large park with tall trees and some hills. The grounds were wide open and easy to get around in with people hanging out here and there.

After a long sequence of walking around and talking with people I remember coming across a flat part of the park with tennis courts and paths. All around me were small dogs like dachshunds and beagles riding skate boards. I was trying to get somewhere now outside of the park and this was near the edge. There were no people watching after the dogs, just them skating all over, pushing with both paws on one side and zooming around me and each other.

On a beach at night, swimming in the water with others. Someone points out some huge tornadoes in the water a mile away. They look wide and ominous. The waves get bigger and I realize a tsunami is on its way. I scramble back to shore as the first wave hits. I make it through that one, but then a nother one 80 feet high comes and throws me atop the roof of a nearby condominium. I got lucky, as people back in the water and shore were hurt and screaming. An even bigger wave was coming, so I made my way down to the parking lot, found my car (didn't have the original car key, which were back in clothes I left on the beach) and used a house key to somehow open and start the car.
I drove up the winding streets to a higher elevation part of town that looked like a Greek city and found a motel at the very top overlooking the ocean. I parked there with my sister in the car, when over the water we saw the sun starting to rise and a swarm of white seagull-like spaceships coming toward shore. A few of them landed and aliens got out, we locked the door and tried to think nice thoughts as they walked around the car scanning our minds for signs of hostility. They ended up placing a force field around the city hill we were on, quarantining it. We were stuck, and in the coming weeks had no choice but to work for them as a security force hunting down dissenters. A couple of them who had tan skin and hawaiian looking eyes called me into the library and began talking, speaking a strange language like a cross between Polish and Basque sped up to twice normal speed.
At one point, our building was attacked by a race of hostile aliens. We were angry that our aliens didn't tell us about them. Ours were like fascists but they weren't animalistically violent like this new faction we encountered. Apparently the invasion was by all sorts of different aliens, that split up and different ones took over different parts of the planet.