Look, I have no idea what to make of this as I've never had this happen before. I've had strange things happen to me since I was a kid, but this one was worth sending in. Dreams are common forme, but day visions are not. I'VE NEVER HAD A DAY VISION BEFORE.
It's daytime 10-30-12, around noon I think. I'm standing in my bathroom chatting to my 4 yr old, who's in his room across a narrow hallway when I suddenly can't see and I get a vision. No lightning flashes or anything odd (pregnancy came with problems with eye lightning). My first is, oddly eough, a vision of Mt. Rushmore. The second is more tunnelike. Like I'm on the floor of a volcano looking up and can see the sky (white instead of blue). It changes and appears to be a floating squid with really short tentacles, or maybe a really large rock/meteor with short whisp trails after it. Then my sight comes back and I'm fine but left with a feeling that I just had the oddest event of my life.
I often have very vivid dreams and some leave me with ideas for really good material for a fiction or at least it's title. Like a dream I had on Halloween night: Joe Forgery and the Medusa Mistake. Sounds like a great gumshoe detective novel, eh? That little title showed up and I awoke and wrote it down immediately. Is it a twist on something else? Hell if I know. But it was neat enough to remember and write down. But my day vision is completely a different animal.

I was commuting home from my job an hour away, and there had been quite a storm, as sticks were all over the road. I was having to dodge tree parts, etc and came upon four barriers: all exotic animals.
The first was a cheetah- I was scared (even though I was in a car) because I knew they were fast and tricky. One I got past that hurdle a zebra appeared. I thought that it was way cool. Next I encountered either a lion or tiger, which was unsettling, but i dodged past that one. Lastly was the elephant- slow but big. I knew I could outdrive it but was afraid due to its size. After that it was clear sailing past sticks and finally I was home.

Real world: Mid-appointment, I was ushered into another room of my lawyers office and sat down. Upon leaving, I turned around and the wall was all elephant figurines on ceiling-to-floor shelving. I felt a bit wierd about that, wondering if me dream was about my situation or the world at large.

I was unpacking my can of Jif after having come from the store, and noticed a "streaking" pattern against the side of the glass as if it had already been opened and a knife scraped against the side. After opening the supposed new pristine jar, lots of its contents in the center had been removed in such a way that it had appeared untouched.
I was somehow made aware that the Pope had decreed that we must give our food to others in other countries, and they were taking from Americans.

I only remember a remarkable scene in this one out of a long dream sequence taking place in another time or alternate timeline.

I found myself climbing into a taxi. This was a tall vehicle, shaped like an old VW van, sort of pill shaped, just as wide, but taller. Instead of wheels in front, there were two horses. But they were completely under the body of the taxi. You could just see their large black feet while approaching and getting in. I knew it was horses under there and just saw the feet and climbed in. The driver sat in the cab in front and directly above the horses.

The driver was older with wiry grey hair and a little conductor's cap. He sat in the middle and worked some pedals and a giant steering wheel that was about 2 feet across and almost totally horizontal. I sat on a black leather bench seat behind this person which was against the back wall, with about 4 feet of floor between us. We hardly talked. Just the usual "have a seat we'll be there in a while" but not much more.

The interior was completely clean, nicely painted in white with red details and some polished wood. I remember this part with unusual clarity. I was bored and looking at all the workmanship of the carriage, which was impeccable. The taxi moved slowly and steadily around dark narrow rainy streets, very much like what you see in old movies about London. It was late and we were the only ones out. I was very impressed with the smoothness of the ride.

We arrived without any deviations, just a nice 20 minute ride though dark wet cityscapes. I paid the fellow and climbed down with a bag and made my way towards a large wall and gate with a house behind.

Observations: This was unusual in that there was not the usual chaos of a dream. This was a linear, clear, and detailed trip in a strange vehicle. There were modern lights and manufactured goods, such as the tires and body of the cab. Otherwise, it was very much like the 1890's never ended, and everything besides widespread combustion engines just continued in that trajectory. To me this was very much a parallel time line/universe with Earth and humans, only a completely different history had played out.

Dream began while I was walking down a blacktop highway road outside of a major metropolitan city with a number of refugees including my family and me. I immediately noticed the rolling hills of a dessert like environment but the freshly laid pavement, crisp white road lines freshly painted and pedestrian signs every 100 meters or so. A large fog horn like sounds echoes from the heavens and immediately I think of revelations from the bible as a feeling of hopelessness and armageddon takes over my consciousness. I fear for my family walking beside me my mother, father, brother and girlfriend. I remember something about seven horns before the end comes for some reason and know by some weird way that the most recent horn although the first heard in my dream was the fifth. The pace of everybody"s walk becomes faster and faster as the 6th horn sounds, echoing from the heavens with no apparent source. looking back from where we've come I see a city scape with large buildings. Bright blue skies and stratus like clouds fill the sky so vivid and surreal. Just then the seventh horn blares and I know that this is the time, if something was to happen it was surely going to happen now. With everyone sharing a mutual conscious a uncomfortable moment of silence ensues before a loud rumbling generates in the distance ahead past the horizon. The rumble becomes a loud growl and piercing whistle as if to indicate something extremely fast is approaching. looking up I see a white trailing cloud shooting across the sky above to compliment the rumble and whistling, a woman screams and creates a frenzy amongst the crowd of people now looking mesmerized by the scene above. A commotion of panic now ensues as everyone drops their belongings and begins to run franticly with their loved ones at side. As I began to run with my girlfriends hand in mine, I feel a flash of heat and my peripheral vision radiates with a bright glow. knowing in my mind it had hit miles away but indeed we were in extreme danger and the world would never be the same again. I glance at my mother, the concern in her eyes heightens my awareness and I can tell she is in dire duress. she moves her lips as if to say i love you as my father grabs her and yanks her as he runs. I glance back to see what"s happening and see a wall of bright white, dust and death screaming our way faster than I could ever imagine. As it is about to reach us I accept my inevitable death and with a moments breath both my girlfriend and I look at one another simultaneously saying "I love you" with haste, forcing it out of our mouths quickly knowing these were our dying words. We kiss. I close my eyes and the blast hits us and I feel the warmth, expecting the experience of death the warmth overwhelms and encompasses my body with what felt like an appendage going to sleep, as it awakens it begins to furiously tingle exponentiously until the blood flow returns to normal. My whole body felt like that and as the tingles peaked I feel weird because I know I"m dead but I can still think subconsciously. The voice within me quanders and I am confused, but even more so I feel scared and worried for my family and their inevitable loss, I wonder if they too can still think and feel as I can and how they must feel given their loss of loved ones as well. I then awake...
It"s a brisk cold but fresh morning and I have awoken in a park on a bench, dew is on the grass. As I shake the sleep from my eyes I immediately become concerned given my recent dream. For some weird reason my father is at my side and we both look at one another with angst. silently communicating to one another we wonder what just happened and if perhaps we just had the same dream? Am I dead....? Are we both dead? If so, where are the others!?! Where is my mother!!? Where the hell are we?!? We don"t speak a word as we begin to walk. There is a hill atop sits a neighborhood of houses with a road that switchbacks twice to the top of the hill. We start to walk, silently not one word is spoken. I can see the breath as it comes out of my mouth in a surreal fog as we begin the climb to the top of the hill, "Am I only dreaming" I think to myself as I begin to panic and look to my side, my father gone and nowhere in sight. As the panic gets worse I try to put together the events that happened in detail and it is at this point that I awake. Thankful that my life is as it was and all of this was only a dream.

I had a dream that started with a newsflash of a large incoming asteroid that was going to impact the earth. The Newscast seemed to have a red aura in the screen, then there was as second newscast with the same red aura with the newscaster stating that the asteroid would was projected to strike off a location showing a map which looked like southern Mexico;/the Balize area For some reason I could see the image of the asteroid, it was oval/elongated in shape. I had a sense of calm and panic at t he same time in the dream. In the next part of the dream I was standing on a shore type location with a co-worker and I explained that the news stated there was an incoming asteroid within 24 hours. He was next pointing out to the ocean and stating look. There was a quick image of a black item in the sky that was unclear, but more important there was a stream of ships, one after the other leaving the shore locations going out to sea.

I had a dream that I was in Europe on vacation. I heard on the news that a Canadian airliner had been blown up in mid-air over Los Angeles.

The group behind the bombing was a Canadian terrorist organization that referred to itself as 'The Cause'. Supposedly their manifesto had been revealed in the course of some obscure musical production. There was some connection to a theme park of ancient sites like the Tower of Babel, Temple of Zeus, etc that had fallen through before it was completed. Somehow this was supposed to be connected to this organization.

In the dream it turned out that some people in high-up circles in Europe knew about this group and those people were acquainted with people I knew, so that there was some sort of common knowledge of these people. According to what I understood from them the group had a front business which was some sort of medical supply company in Quebec. They also had a front non-profit organization with a round logo with a picture in it. When the logo was somehow distorted top to bottom you could see that it was made to spell out 'The Cause' instead of the front organization's name.

At this same time there was some kind of massive flooding in Canada. There was video on TV of some people with a plastic recreational boat of a design I didnt recognize, that seemed to be intended to hold maybe 6 to 8 people. It was being washed across a road into a river. Some people who were also in the process of being washed away were depicted in the video trying to right the boat to that they could get into it. But the force of the water was so strong that the boat kept flipping on its long axis before they could turn it around or get in. I am not sure if this was supposed to have any connection the terorrists or not.

I had the impression that the higher-ups in Europe knew all about this group in Canada, but were choosing not to intervene or communicate their knowledge for some reason.

I was standing on a road wearing a robot halloween costume. Nearby was a group of guys like myself standing before a military commander with blond hair. One in the group asked him about alien enemies attacking Earth from the south polar region of the sky. Commander said no, those rumors are false, they're actually coming in from the East, from the skyward directions of Alnilam, Alnitak, Regulus, and Regal. He said despite this alien war, we humans will be more preoccupied with trying to survive in the face of climate change, where weather would get rapidly colder over just a few generations. He implied this would be starting within a couple years, and that we need to prepare for this and be ready to put aside our petty life plans when it all comes crashing down. I got angry at hearing that modern living as we know it would be over so prematurely, and out of frustration began beating a broomstick against the ground saying repeatedly, "This can't be true, but it is."

It was a few days before Halloween, at night. I was around a gathering of masked trick or treaters. Suddenly a chilly wind picked up and we heard rumbling from the sky. What looked like a military cargo plane was emitting a glowing green (like an aurora) contrail and we knew this was bad. All over the sky, paratroopers began to descend. One landed nearby and was a buff african man in a padded white bodysuit. Others were white males, and then various females all athletic and good looking but totally blank like robots.
These were some kind of shock troopers, but instead of using violence, they used their sexual allure to seduce humans around them. People became distracted by this tactic, dropping everything else, and the alien masterminds behind this plan chuckled to themselves, "how do you like your ipods now?" They were recording their observations onto a blue cassette tape, which an older woman who -- had no interest in the sexbots -- discovered and was now planning on blowing their cover.

20121004- Dream-Two Gray Dragons
5:30 AM EST/DST, 9:30 GMT

I am outside on a summer night in the back yard of the 3-floor house in which I live. We are having a cookout. I am standing in a corner of the yard, drinking punch and talking with several of my friends. Even though it is late, there are still about 10 to 12 people at the party, talking with each other in low tones, and occasionally laughing.

"It's getting late," I tell my friends, "and I think it's time for me to head for bed." So I make my way up the hill, around the side, and into the front door of the house. The lights are still on in the ground floor, but not on the next floor up where my bedroom is located.

As I reach the foot of the stairs, I look up to see the back feet and four-foot, smooth gray tail of a giant lizard, heading up the stairs ahead of me. There is another lizard ahead of it, almost to the top landing. Somehow they have gotten into the locked house. They are planning to attack us in our sleep.

I run to the steps, and yank on the tail of the second lizard. It turns to attack, but loses its balance and falls backwards, landing hard on its head at the bottom of the stairs. The first lizard turns, and charges down the stairs to attack me. They look like large Komodo Dragon lizards, but with smooth gray scaly skin.

I am somehow standing on a chair, whacking at one lizard with a square lumber pole. The other lizard is spinning itself in a ring and thrashing in pain. If the second lizard recovers enough to join the attack, I have little chance to survive.

"DRAGONS!" I yell again and again, "There are Komodo Dragons in the house!" I expect my friends to help me soon. Oddly, I am only yelling about the dragons, not yelling for help. Telling my friends about the presence of dragons seems far more important than getting them to rescue me.