The dream was that of hearing a womans voice tell me "stuxxnet". This was after seeing images of choas in a weird storyboard way. The events seemed to be acceptable to most of the people "public" and military and police where maintaing order and assisting in a broad disaster relief way. No electricity was anywhere. There were limited cases of looting and rioting in big cities and large population areas. Seemed to be a short hic-cup and i was told that the usa would return to "normal" in roughly 8-9 weeks. Afterwards the general society would move more into a security and fear based mentality. I looked up Stuxnet after awaking and found the info. Believe that a virus will cripple usa economy and infrastructure in october, but will only be a short lived crisis of month or two. Then life will resume a new normal.

I was meditating and the date November 17, 2012 came to mind.I asked a family member to meditate on that date and I continued to meditate on that date find out what was going to happen on that day. Allthat we could surmise was that something was going to happen in Pennsylvania. It will keep people from going into the state.We are taking it as a warning to stay away.My family and Iare planning to take a vacation north into the Upper part of Michigan to stay safe.. I hope this helps others to stay safe as well..

In this dream it's late in the afternoon or evening, the sun has gone down, but the sky is still light. It's warm and pleasant.
I find my self in a black van, 70's make, GM, kinda beat up. It's a bit rock-n-roll with hot rod rims and fat tires. Little body damage here and there and hasn't been washed or waxed in a while. There is no seat behind the driver and front passenger. So I'm standing and holding onto the seats while I watch where we are going.
The van is driving itself across town. I'm just watching and hanging on. One thing about the van- it's a pretty quick driver. No hesitation or slow anything, just sort of as efficient as a machine could drive you within operating safety. Another thing, if I stop paying attention to where we're going, the van starts to become less accurate at turns and a few times runs up onto lawns and curbs as we zoom around on residential and business occupied streets. There is nobody around in the entire dream. I am alone in this city.
After a while it becomes dark and I move about in the van looking up at some strange clouds in the sky through the back windows. The cloudsare near a fullish moon and the lighting effect was beautiful. It was then I noticed the large old wooden door in the back of the van. (I know, I'm not paying any attention now to where we're going, and the van is doing fine at this point, thank goodness) The door is a familiar sight to me. I know it's a portal.
If I go through it I'll probably pass to a basement in some old house somewhere like I do in so many dreams. It's mounted inside the van cargo area to the metal side, like I could just open it and pass out of the side of the van. The door was white with a crusty old lead paint, a chain, and a window. A big old heavy wooden front door.
I decide to not enter the portal, but complete the mission with the van. We eventually get to a small business sort of mini-mall like structure, really just a building on the corner with several tenants. I get out and go into an abandoned comic store. There are a few posters hanging to tell me this. It's all messy as if the business left behind a lot of stuff and it's been ransacked by someone. I go to the office to look for money or something.
It's here that I get a strongfeeling not to enter the office. The light is on and I stand outside in the dark blue carpeted hall. I know it as a spirit trap, however the spirit is not there. I quickly go in and survey the scattered remnants of the business office. Dark old ugly wood paneling. There is an open safe. Abig wooden desk with it's drawers hanging out. No chair. Pens, paperclips, etc. I don't see what I'm looking for. Someone already got everything of value. I back out quickly again, still wary of the trap I was just in, go out to the van and we ride away. It's morning now.

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.