I remember this dream from where I am aware that I'm riding a machine in the ocean. The machine is a giant sort of pool skimmer. It's white, about 300-400 feet long, with a pulling unit up front and two tentacles behind. The tentacles are segmented like an earthworm, about 2-3 feet in diameter. They undulate up and down like a giant sea snake or serpent going slightly above and below the surface on each slow undulation. I'm riding on one of several nodes along the tentacle, about halfway down. The node is about 5 feet long, a little bigger around than the tentacle, all white plastic and smooth with rounded edges.
The machine is moving through an ocean or freshwater channel a few miles across. I can just see the distant shore on one side, and the nearer shore is maybe a mile away. Too far to swim. The speed is steady and comfortable, the water is warm, as I slowly move up and down with the tentacle and the water goes just over my lap.
I ride the machine for a while and become aware of a narrative playing in my head. I'm listening and what I'm told is this machine is "Southy" and soon I'll be riding into open waters.To get where I want to go I need to get onto "Northy" when it passes in a few minutes.
Sure enough the coast line starts to drop away into the distance, the sky darkens a bit, the waters became colder and rough. I dive in and grab the passing tentacle of Northy, only a few feet away as these two strange machines pass on their programmed paths. I don't remember much except diving into the water some time later when Northy passed very close to the shore, and it looked like I could make it inland from there. My plan was to find a road to a big city I knew was near.

All I can tell you is that I had a dream of a 10.4-10.7 earthquake last night.

April 26-27, 2012:
At some point I am in the air flying in a plane with my brother and sister. I am looking at the mountains. My brother says, "Why buy there in NM? It will just float towards Texas, when everything breaks up. You should go to San Francisco." I said, "San Francisco? It"s not high enough!" And, in the dream, I thought about the bad dreams I"ve had of SF and earthquakes since 1990. Then I looked out the window at a mountain that was 25,000 ft high and thought, "Is that high enough, when the water covers the Earth -- all of it? Will that be high enough, or will it be underwater too?"

Night of 8-29-12
I was in an elevator with one or more others, the elevator had just fallen a great distance possibly 20 stories or more & we were about to hit bottom. It stopped about 4 feet from bottom and I and a man lying on top of me rearranged ourselves for the imminent crash, I placed my leg under his head knowing it would break my leg but cushion his head thinking we will be dead anyway so what does it matter. Then we continued the fall at full speed the balance of the 4 feet to the bottom. Stop & all of us two or more got up, (no pain, no dirt, just got up) the elevator doors opened and we walked out into an office we knew, but it all now it had a rosy hue, a color shift and an older woman at a desk 18 feet away +- gave me a knowing wink & smile as we walked away. The end of life in one realm & the continuance in a parallel one?



20120829-9:30 AM EST/8:30 AM Daylight Savings Time
The New Scrap Shoppe-Everyone Wants Boats

I dreamed that I was in the future again, on a city street of old three-story brownstone buildings that I have visited before in dreams. It is a time of hope, optimism and rebuilding.

Someone has opened up a "New Scrap Shoppe," and I am applying for a job there. The building has been abandoned and grimy for a long time, but the young entrepreneurs have scrubbed it out. Already there are piles of sorted scraps-- Large squares of carpeting, variously worn, torn up from somewhere. Lots of flattened cardboard scraps, flat glass in irregular shapes, old lumber and used nails.

"Can you draw boats?" asks a young woman/shopkeeper. "Everyone wants boats. They'll make them themselves. We just need someone who can draw the plans."

"You can draw boats?" a woman shopper asked me. "I need a set of boat drawings; Don't forget to draw in how I can put my stuff inside it."

With the shopkeeper and customer looking on, I drew a series of plans for a small boat, like two rowboats back to back, or a viking ship with a more rounded bow and stern, and drew in what she wanted. Somehow, I was able to do a full set of architect-quality drawings on unlined paper in about 15 minutes.

The customer was delighted, paid for her drawing and also a load of scraps. While I drew, a line had formed at the counter. It looked like everyone really did want to make themselves a boat.

"You're hired!" said the shopkeeper, "Get busy."

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Scraps of the previous brownstone dream.

I vaguely remember a dream of moving into a brownstone building on the corner of the same street. I have somehow found keys that fit the lock, and plan to move into an apartment on the second floor, looking out the front onto the street. It is abandoned like everything else, grimy, but the structure is in surprisingly good shape. The rooms are tiny, but there is more than one of them. I am happy because I have a safe place to stay for the first time in a long while. It is the best building of several on that street. The smell is old and stale, with a hint of mildew, but I am confident that I can fix it.

This week I've had three nights of dreams about flooding. In this series of dreams I am doing nothing out of the ordinary, I don't remember much about them, but I do wake up remembering the water from each one.
Last night it was me and a child walking down a dirt road that bordered a field. We couldn't walk through the farm land, and on the other side was a big freeway we couldn't walk down. So we walked down the sandy brown dirt farm track around the edge. Besides the sandy brown mud, there was only the crop growing on each side- dark green and grassy like young corn. There was water in the dirt road. At first it just filled the dips and potholes, but then became larger and larger puddles. The water became progressively deeper as we walked and talked. It was a pleasant day with no worries. Eventually we were forced to go around the very large puddles and off the road. The child and I didn't want to simply walk down the middle of the path and get wet up to our knees.
The night before I dreamt that I was driving an 80's model American sedan and it was just after some kind of storm. There was a flooded part of town that gave no warning as we approached. We just saw the car ahead splash into the muddy floodwater and stop. So we stopped in a foot or so of water, hit reverse, and got out of there. I could see the flooding went on, although shallow, into a wide area we'd have to drive very far to get around.
I don't remember much of the first one now. There was no flooding caused by a storm or anything, just lots of water and people moving goods on it like roads.

I was dreaming that I was attending a Veritas Conference - put on by Mel Fabregas. George Ure was there with Clif High and they were about to share the podium regarding web bot lecture. We were excited because there had been so many web bot hits recently and wondered if the global coastal event were about to happen. It was in Las Vegas at the Wynn - my husband, who isn't into UFOs/paranormal stuff as much as I, wandered off and was winning big at the tables. I told him that Ure and High were about to speak, but he didn't want to leave in the middle of his winning streak. I saw stacks and stacks of black chips in front of him and decided to go to the lecture alone. I ran into Mel in a hallway as he was escorting Ure and High into the venue. I was with several people I knew from the Manticore forum, but had not met in person until this conference. The look on Ure's and High's face was dire. Mel pulled me aside and told me that IsRae22l had just dropped a nuke on Pakistan. "Pakistan?!" I was flabbergasted. All the TV monitors in the casino were turned to some news show (CNN?) and the president had made the announcement that we were at war - nuclear war. People just started going crazy - many running for the exits. My heart sank. Ure took out his cell phone and answered it. He turned to Mel and High and said, "We have to go see the Dalai Lama at 2 - I am going to ask him to speak to the world's leaders to convince them not to drop any more nuclear weapons. And in that weird way of dreams, we were suddenly in New Delhi, India at a "World Peace and Harmony" event. I was standing at the back of the room with Mel and Clif while we watched George Ure walk up to the Dalai Lama and request that he do all he can to speak about the atrocities of nuclear war and to ask the world leaders to stop with the bombs. It was all VERY real.

I was flying through the air and it was evening. There were three strange devices flying around observing below. They were black and had a strange ring type of attachment like the star-ship Enterprise on Star Trek, yet they were empty or hollow looking. There was a darkness about them and I knew they did not belong there. Two of the devices were a bit smaller and the rings were about 10 inches across. Both were destroyed when a beam of white light appeared in the center between the two of them and both fell to the ground. There was a larger black device still flying with a larger ring about a foot and a half across it was somehow flying and powering itself and I knew they did not belong in my dreamworld. So I destroyed it and threw it between the trunks of a very large old tree. I had a realization that it was observing what was going on in the ether or the field and did not belong as if it was a dark disease.
Shortly after flying around I came upon some of my family members still rehashing some old and familiar family patterns with much anger. They kept coming forward and up a hill towards me and every time they became angry they slid downward towards the bottom on a sheet of ice. They were trapped in their anger.
I decided to fly again and as I did I came upon three of my childhood neighbors and friends mother she was afraid and searching through her belongings and speaking to me yet she was afraid of me. I realized she was ill and I picked up one her belongings and gave to her a small little statue that she told me she always treasured. She told me she was startled at first because I looked very different to her as if I was a mermaid or merman.
She was climbing up a tower, a tower of her life; she was going through all of her memories. They were on a very large and very tall narrow bookshelf in the shape of a spiral. I gently paused and looked into her eyes and realized she was preparing to go on a journey and that this was symbol or a marker for me to remember my dream that I had last year in which they told me "California is gone."
In that dream that California was gone, I was told that if I wrote about it, it could change things. It would give people the chance to make a choice. Even though in my first near death experience as a nineteen year old I was shown that many are like Lemmings to the sea. That on a subconscious level they choose to be next to the sea.
My Mother has come to me in many dreams and one in particular she has shown me San Francisco. In this particular vision my mother is there and there are two young identical twin girls who look very white as if Albinos, but much whiter. Both girls are holding my hands and my mother points to the ocean as says to me "Donny look, look you must look" and in the distance I see an enormous wave coming. As I am looking the twins start pointing too. I can see the Victorian homes of San Francisco in a row on the hill and I am behind them in awe of this gigantic wall of water coming dwarfing all in its path. In a moment I am standing with my Mother and she is packing and the twins are standing next to me.
She says to me "Donny they must be given the chance to pack and leave, you must tell them they must have this chance."
I also had a vision of a great hand reaching and covering the earth the morning of the 20th of August and along with that I could see a new energy coming rows and rows of diamonds and if you were to look very closely within the diamonds there were strands of DNA horizontally packed very closely. They were vibrating and resonating so intensely that I thought I was going to vomit. I could barely contain the energy. I had to get up several times to accommodate this energy to not vomit.
Last night I saw this energy again and it is being stretched and the diamonds are becoming very narrow. There is something shifting and coming.
I am sharing this because that last time I felt this type of energy in my dreams was the night before the Northridge quake on January 14, 1994.

Ok, so I wasn't going to post this dream, but I just read someone elses recent post. First, I'm not religious. Second, I'm not athiest either. Had this dream a month or two ago.

I find myself in a very bright, thick, foggy area and I can see a figure in the distance coming towards me. As this figure comes closer they start coming into focus and it's Jesus. I didn't react with any surprise; like he's my neighbor I see every other day.

He says, "When you are the last one that is when the magic begins. You must survive for the sake of the SCUTT family". He pronounces it "scott", but literally waves one of his hands through the air in front and the letters of the name materialize. SCUTT, but the "U" has two lines, equal signs (=
=) crossing both sides near the top.

And that was it. I didn't speak a word.

I had this dream in May 2012,
I saw sudden flooding a 2 foot rise in global water levels, in the dream I asked my spirit guide if he sent me the dream he said yes. I asked if the sudden rise in water was due to solar flares and he confirmed. My guidekept telling me this would occur in September, I asked specificlly if this would be sept 2012 and this was confirmed.