I was on a bicycle riding down the main city street. After a block or two, in the road ahead I came to a bridge/overpass that curved downward in a concave manner. The bridge was covered in hundreds of dead and dying people who had just succumbed to some pathogen. I got off my bike and stepped carefully around the bodies as I went down into the bridge curve and back up the other side. I overheard that it was a plague or some new flu that started small but then went out of control, and I also heard the name Ian Mclane or Ian Mclean.

[At first I did not understand what I was seeing in this dream. I had this dream prior to the "Occupy Wallstreet" movement and the rise in civil unrest we've been experiencing since then.]

I am experiencing this dream as someone else, my consciousness was "piggy backing" on the consciousness of this individual. When I have these kinds of dreams they may very well happen in the future but not to ME, per se.
I was on a large campus of some sort...a little like a mall but I understood that I was outside of the student center of a large university. I do not know where it was. I was a young mother and student and my young elementary school aged son was with me. Initially I was out in the front of the building...the front was grass, a few small trees, and cement walkways....some wide stairs led to the building entrance, itself.
There were many other people out front with me as you'd typically find in such a place. But something in the sky caught our attention...a sound and then flying things approaching. We watched for a moment but then it became apparent that these were military planes and they were bearing down on us and armed.... (The woman who I was experiencing this through "knew" this was a direct threat and also that it was U.S. military attacking U.S. citizens on U.S. soil. My own consciousness was pretty shocked at this concept, I remember that clearly.)
The "planes" were not something I was familiar with....they were tiny compared to regular military jets and I felt and saw one person's consciousness behind each of the craft, as they were "pilots" but they were directing and not riding the craft. I could feel the intention, the hate, the conditioning and knew it was true they were going to attack us. (Interestingly enough, many of those piloting the craft were women.)
The woman grabbed her son's hand and started running....others did two. Some screaming and panic. She bounded up the stairs and once inside the glass doors of the student center she pushed her son ahead and said, "run! We have to find the stairway that goes down to the basement steam tunnels!"
As she ran down the long corridor of the building she looked up and I realized that the whole student center was glass up above (like some shopping malls are) and there was still no safety until we got down below.
She found a door leading to the stairwell but this one did not go down to the basement...only up. So she and everyone else had to keep running. I think my consciousness pointed out the correct stairway...and finally we were on our way to the basement and the bombs were already starting to hit the building and shake everything...smell of smoke. People screaming.
Once below there was a whole set up like the old fashioned bomb shelters: beds, people, blankets, food and at the very end, a communications station where people were able to watch what was happening above and communicate to the outside world.
I realized that in this "reality" or time, this kind of an attack was not unusual. That kind of blew my mind and I didn't understand how that sort of thing could happen here... And then about a full year later the Occupy Wallstreet movement started and also all of the talk about using drones here in the U.S. Then it all made a tragic kind of sense. Hope this does not happen but it appears to be the way things are currently headed.

I have had increasing abilities to do some remote viewing successfully...Just last week I helped a friend find some money she'd stashed in her house a few years ago and could not find. I call that "remote viewing" because I do it in the same manner that I've set intention to do "remote viewing" in my dreamtime. I've successfully remote viewed to help find out what happened to lost animals (using a photo of the animal) and other things.

So I decided to set intention for dreaming one night in March to "remote view" this place I'm in, the area and 1/3 acre garden space as to what it would look like this summer. It was a brief dream but I saw a lot of mud below along the river and estuary and low lying streets (we are 200' above sea level here and near the mouth of Nehalem bay) and some damaged structures. It appeared that there had been some severe flooding that was responsible.

I received a message that the weather this summer would be hotter and humider than usual....

I'll try this a few more times to see what I get.

Right after the original BP oil disaster I had this dream:

I was visiting in the future somewhere here on the west coast...perhaps 100 years or so. I was on a canoe with some of the local people...life had evidently de-evolved into a more primitive hunter/gatherer/agrarian and somewhat nomadic tribal societies. The two people I was with were answering my questions about all number of things and I asked them, "So what about the gulf states?" And I had to explain where I meant as they didn't understand that region in terms of "states" and the place names we currently use. After they realized what area I was speaking of one of them said:

"We call that area 'the burned places,' nobody goes there, anymore."

I pondered what this could mean...would there be an explosion or something? A bomb perhaps or just fire? I still don't know but believe that the original Deepwater Horizon oil disaster is linked to the huge saltdome sinkholes and such in Louisiana...sounds like there is a loss of geographic integrity in that whole region. Many volatile compounds, some nature and some manmade now...

Now that dream makes some sense.

I had this dream in 2010 while camping in a yurt with one of my best friends, who is also very intuitive and frequent lucid/prophetic dreamer. We were experimenting with intentional group dreaming (since we were sleeping just a few feet away in the small state park yurt) and having success. one of the nights i had this dream, though, and it was so powerful i told her about it right away when we woke up. i also shared the dream with many close friends.

UPDATE: part of the dream has already come true...the house on the hill with blue carpet, a fireplace and big window in the front is the house that was purchased by friends, renovated and now i live in it with housemates. i had never seen the house or this land prior to the dream...and it looked different anyway, after the renovations, than it did before my friends purchased. the huge sliding glass doors were put in...but the blue carpet and large fireplace and open kitchen area remained. i could not figure out why, after the earthquake, i was having a "meeting" with these two friends and others...didn't make much sense. now it does, they are my main clients, landlords AND i caretake their land now. i had no idea that was going to happen back in 2010.

Dream:
I'm on the side of a hill with a view...there are evergreen trees on the slope and clear expanses of grass in between. (the grass is not too tall yet and the sky is clear and it's not cold out so i am guessing spring or early summer. ) suddenly, there is a violent ground shaking...it's so strong that i have trouble keeping my footing. some of the trees look like they may fall. some stones are coming down from farther up the hill and seem to be thrown through the air, hurtling downhill. (?) I am okay though and pick myself up and dust myself off.

The nest scene takes place shortly afterwards:
I see the outside of a house on the hilltop...deck out front and it's low and open (now i realize this is the two sliding glass doors and all the windows that overlook the Nehalem River Valley.) I walk in and people are gathered...I recognize two as my married friends (now my landlords and main clients) and there are a few others I understand "live" there but I don't know them. We are having a meeting about what "to do" and to talk about what we know about the quake. (no mention of tsunami here.)

I was told, "Well, there is a lot of damage but they got hit really bad up north."

(This frequently happens in these sorts of dreams...) Then I was shown a map...it looked like one of the USGS or IRIS quake maps of the US...but it was zoomed in on the part of Pugent Sound out in the water NW of Port Townsend....there was a HUGE red ring around that area as if it was a very large quake.)

When I awoke I asked my "guidance" when this would happen and finally got the message, "Dark of the moon, good time to be on high ground." Since then I am on alert at times when we have extreme lunar perigee that coincides with a new moon (dark of the moon) as that was my "hit" on it.

I had already given this dream a lot of credit for being a real premonition but then more than a year after I had the dream I woke up one night and realized that the new place I had moved into (and currently live in) was the one in the dream...

The reason I did not recognize other people that lived there too and were "meeting" with us was because most of the housemates who've now lived here are people I did not know prior to them moving here. I seem to remember a child being there....so perhaps it's notable that a few months ago we had a young family with a toddler move in.

I think this earthquake may happen this spring...

Okay, so in a dream last night I was flipping through a book called, "We Hold These Truths to be Self Evident." It had perhaps 150 pages and was taller than it was wide...heavy hardbound cover and pages were gilt/gold edged. There were some interesting "truths" in there...one was about people collecting their personal bacilli (and other critters) from villi to use as a cure for others. Interesting!
I had been in more "classes" last night which happen frequently...I am in small groups and receive instruction and information on a number of subjects... I am also in "meetings" a lot during those times with lots of human and non-human beings...

This is one for the UFO files. We are a team...five people who are selected to fight an "enemy". We're told we will know when and what when the time comes.

A lot of insanity outside. People running for their lives, spaceships shooting beams of light that explode and cause great damage.

We report to an old warehouse area...night, darkness outdoors. The five are given their weapons, mine is a long silver blade. As we leave the building a huge spaceship comes after us. In unison we chant SALAMANDER SAVE US, and we head toward an open area to confront the ship.

Salamander is visible in the sky coming toward us...a large ship? It flies up to the five of us and "brings us up". We pursue the alien ship, now onboard Salamander. I am a commander of some sort...on the brig, calling out orders to crew.

As we face off against the alien ship, I wake up.

I find myself walking on a well worn path thur a grassy field, its night time and there are lots of people i dont know, walking on the same path . All heading in the same direction,there is space between us. No one talking or even really noticing one another.I try to call my wife to see if she is ok and where she is at,no phone reception,go figure.There are some make shift rest stops,lot of people milling about .Some are not very nice and it is very stressful.I decide to keep moving and follow the path ,it goes into the distance over alot of rolling hills,its start to lightly snow and even though its night i can see quite well,like moonlight but brighter. By now most of the people, i can no longer see,i assume that they are far ahead of me, but all that are left seem to be on their own.By now i am happy that my family isn't with me ,cause i am really starting to worry about whats happening and why i am walking somewhere ,As I watch i see some people just fade away, thats when i realize that we are all dead and coming to terms with our new reality,going to heaven or what ever would be next. And the dream ends, i guess i am still on that path.

I rarely dream of water in any form, and this dream surprised me. I NEVER have dreams about disasters, and was doubly shocked by the dream content. Very graphic and intense but lacking any fear or sadness. I was "there" but far enough away (and I felt I was previously informed of the event and safe because of this) to be unharmed.

The dream started on a warm humid evening in a rural setting or suburb of a larger city. Semi dark outdoors...but business continued as if it was daytime. Humid like near the ocean in the Southern U.S. I was working on a project for my employer from a home office. A consultant came in and we spoke for a short time. Strange situation but not the big action in the dream. When he left I noticed a small upstairs area of the house was sagging ( yes, like seriously sloped ) and I ran outside to see what was causing this. Sinkhole from what I could see.
I drove to Walmart to pick up a few things for repair, and noticed how few cars were in the lot. Drove back home, and walked out toward the city park to find my son to help with repairs. I had to cross a small wood and stone bridge that spanned a pond ( tidewater type area), and found my son staring a gaping hole in the middle of the bridge. The tidewater under the bridge was WAY up, and slapping through the hole, sloshing over the bridge. We quickly got off the bridge to safety.
As I watched the water kept rising, like the tide was coming in. But it came in too fast and way too far. Overruning everything washing things away. We drove back toward town to escape the waters ended up back near the Walmart, on a higher bluff overlooking the area. The tide came in....and starting washing over the land. Cars were washed away...people screaming and running. Power flashes from the direction of the big city (somewhere in the Carolinas I felt). The water rolled up to the edge of the bluff and contined to rise, covering the buildings below. I looked into the water and saw bodies...cars....floating and banging together.
I knew we were safe (higher ground) but was amazed and atunned by the event. I really haven't dreamed of disasters before and this was astoundingly real and very detailed.

In this dream I am in a familiar place from my life. St. John's in North Portland. It's a funky old neighborhood with heavy industry, marine industry, and all the old houses from the factory days.
At first I'm walking around by the bridge over the Willamette where I used to go at lunchtime every day. It's beautiful by the river despite the shipyards and rail lines. There's lots of little houses and I found myself talking with a hunched over old lady with white hair and a cane on her front porch. It was sunny and warm out.
We exchanged hellos as strangers will in Portland, we're friendly and polite here. I had stopped to chat on my walk and as we were talking I realized she was slipping into a kind of dementia. She began speaking to me as if I were her son. Calling me by name. I tried to back away and she became agitated. She couldn't understand what was going on and kept asking me why I wanted to go.
I ran from this crazyness. Downhill towards the river and shipyards. The rusty steel buildings, no sidewalks, weeds sun and cement. Summer. In my dreams as I run I will always fall forward and do a "shoulder roll" which leaves me in the middle of streets. I could hardly go faster than the grandma as I got up, ran a few steps, tumbled forward into a shoulder roll, and sitting up on the pavement again. Panic setting in.
I found myself a short distance away up on the bluff nearby where the nicer houses are, closer to the university. I was in my front yard (not my real house, just mine in the dream) telling my wife what had just happened and suddenly a house sized blob dropped onto a house several houses down and across the street. It totally smashed the house it landed on, shook the ground with a mighty 'wham'. Everything stopped as the shape began to take the form of a giant T-rex sort of unrolling itself from a fetal ball form. It sprang to it's feet rather quickly, a giant 60 foot Tyrannosaurus, covered in mucus and a deep blood like purple color.
We ran inside to hide from it. Hiding in our living room as it stomped down the street looking from left to right into the houses through the front windows. It eventually passed and we heard it move down the street and out of our neighborhood.