I had this waking dream about two weeks ago, Here is the dream with coments after...
I was at some sort of gathering where the navy ovfficers were sad because the "big H" was not going to make it back before the presentaion/decomishoning. Something had happened and they lost the ship. I got the feeling it had gone down just before retirement.
(end of Dream)
Last week I learned the Enterprise set off on its last voyage... I had no prevous knowlegde of this. Also I did a little research and there is a Tanker in the fleet that is "The Big Horn".
Take it for what is it worth.

Lincoln NE 6am 3 parts

I saw a stream of binary code that I couldn't begin to track, then 2P+Kb (the 2 was very small), and a large, stationary (painted or decal) butterfly in several locations. It could have been a moth but large and colorful.

Two nights in a row now I have dreamt of seeing an old friend. Both times we are at a family reunion for his family and all of our old friends. It seems like it's his world and he's invited all the old crew, his family, and many new people I don't know. About 100 people in total of all ages. It takes place at night and mostly outside where rows of large picnic tables are filled with people. There is a large house and some of the dream happens in there.
My friend and I had a long discussion in the first dream. I wish more than anything I could remember the talks in all of my dreams. I always have a complete conversation with people I talk with in my dream, covering specific subjects and coming to agreed solutions. I never remember the words. I also spent time at the table of old friends talking about who was there and where was so-and-so. Laughing and joking with people I haven't seen in 20 years.
At one point I was urinating in a broken toilet in an earth floor basement room and in walks an older lady. No sex happened, but it was a little strange her attitude (fixated) and she made comments about my exposed self. Something about her husband isn't that large or isn't interested anymore. I finished my business and left.
Later my wife and my youngest child and I were bedding down in another basement room, this time near a back door, much like my basement portals. Only there was a large pile of mattresses and boxes blocking the way to the area farther under the house. The back door led outside the house. We had a sleeping bag and were trying to sleep on one of the mattresses when a young boy, 10 years old or so and dressed for church, made his presence known. He just appeared and said he was sleepy and was a little angry his parents had left him there. We said we could take care of him in the morning and urged him to sleep.
Last night I returned alone and the party was still going on. Just more crowds and tables, outdoor lighting, and party.

I was on a beach in a bay of sorts. Much like Puget Sound, very green hills all around, steep rocky cliffs, small sandy beaches. I could see out to the ocean between the outcroppings and giant rocks in the water that made the entrance to the bay.
Suddenly, like Godzilla rising from the ocean, there was a tremendous noise, boiling clouds of steam, ash column rising, and much frothy wave action out in the ocean, maybe only a mile or so away. Me and the other people around stood and watched as the eruption began to spew lava high enough to see inbetween the explosions, steam, ashclouds and splashing waves.
It occurred to me that where we were would not be very safe for long. Either a tsunami would come in or eventually the eruption would grow large enough to start throwing things our way. I began shouting to those around me that we had better move inland only to be ignored. I tried again and again to get people's attention but they were fixated on the eruption in the ocean.
Cut to scene after the tsunami where the bay was now clogged with trees, bits of houses, and other human artifacts. For some reason I tried to cross the floating bridge of debris and fell in.
I don't remember much after that besides coming back to the beach only to find a smooth ropy black lava had filled the entire bay and onto the land where the sandy beach had been. Looking out between the rocks and islands at the mouth of the bay, the smoothness continued to a distant rounded mound where the eruption was.

Lincoln NE 3am
I've had this dream in one way or another several times in the last 6 months or so. I find myself in so-called neighborhood clusters of pods with walkways between them - experience pods in uniform groupings, some of them in tiers. As I was just waking up I finally understood what they were. I have returned more than once to one pod in particular; drawn to it, remembering it with a sweet fondness. I understood they were formatted lifetime learning/experience life centers where we are all hooked up, believing our experience is real. Each section of 12 or 16 rectangular or square ssections of connected pods have variations in the learning experience. Those in one particular pod experienced, met, interacted within that section but sometimes experienced bleed throughs from the other sections they were connected to. These bleed throughs are often what cause us to know "there is more" and we begin to question life's purpose, our own purpose, what-does-it-all-mean. Other separate pod blocks were entirely different life.

I was traveling across the state of Arizona with two friends of mine, we were heading West. I was in the back seat, it had gotten dark, so I layed down and fell asleep. I dreamt that I woke up in the back seat, turned around and looked out the back window of the car. What I saw was this huge reddish orange planet. The planet was so massive, the circumference was way beyond that of the earth. It looked as if it was close enough to almost be touching the earth. Then I noticed the earth was on fire. From where the planet looked like it was touching, everything on the ground was burning. There was a wall of fire as far as the eye could see North to South coming up behind us from the East. It was terrifying. Then I woke up in the back seat, turned and looked out the back window of the car. There was only darkness. I had this dream about 15 years ago. It wasn't a very long dream but it seemed so real and was so vivid. I will never forget it. It still disturbs me.

Really not sure if this even happened. I'm confused about this afterthought from what would have been ~7AM PST +/- 2 hours.
Radio/or TV announcer: something like, "Earthquake was centered north of Monterrey."
Full disclosure: I just looked at the USGS and saw a 4.3 far north of there at Petrolia before writing this.
In analysis, that seems too far north and too small to be related to this dream blip, one would think.

On President"s Day, 2/20/2012, just after midnight I had what I believe to be a dream from God involvinga room in which there is a wall mural of a tropical island paradise. Here is how I remember it; a man came running into the room where the tropical island paradise wall mural is. He was an average build man, with medium to light complexion and a short beard. He looked scared to death; he had a look of stark terror and fear on his face and was in a panic, but did not or could not say anything. I think I called to him a couple of times loudly and asked; "what is wrong?" He did not answer. The next thing I saw was the wall mural of the tropical island but I could not see any of the scene, it had turned a smoky--cloudy black and gray.
Later the same night I had another dream; I remember seeing a Google Earth picture of a city and I heard "check the distance from Oklahoma City." My response was; "Why Oklahoma City, what does that have to do with anything?
Two days later i did check the distance from Oklahoma City and found some truly amazing things in relation to these dreams which I have written up at this link http://endtimesforecaster.blogspot.com/2...-lost.html

I dreamed I was in Quartzite Arizona. Not sure why, its not much of a place. I've bought gasoline there passing through in previous years. Shells, missiles or mortars were being shot at the town from NWO paramilitaries at the town. Everything was on fire. A UFO zoomed up very fast above me and said "RUN! IN THE SHORT TERM TRUST NO ONE" then zoomed off. It gave a warning. I ran to the ravine which smelled bad, real bad, from animal waste, the ground seemed too green for Arizona but there were people fleeing, I think they were Indians who locals didn't like much, I ran with them as somehow I knew I'd be safe with them.

The Gender Farm

My preceding dream prior to this one was one of horrendous killings, it was kill or be killed, and it was abhorrent.

I found myself in medical infirmary. There were rows of beds filled only with men. They all appeared to be prepped for surgery or being prepped for surgery. They were being attended by women nurses that all appeared strangely masculine. As I walked up the aisle between the rows of beds I could not discern anything wrong with the men. I stopped to question one of the manly looking nurses and asked what was wrong with these men, she advised me to ask the doctor.

I decided at that time to leave the infirmary, but as I turned to go, I was grabbed by several orderlies. I protested as they grabbed me and placed me on one of the beds and began an IV. I asked the patient in the bed next to me what was going on. He informed me that the ugly nurses were once men and that this was a castration facility and this place was known as the gender farm. I immediately pulled the IV from my arm and rush down the aisle to the Doctor and questioned him as to want was going on. He advised me that when I arrived at the facility, I answered a question on a survey with an affirmative response. The question asked was whether I was afraid to die. Answering affirmatively deemed me unsuitable for breeding. Immediately I told him I misunderstood the question and that I was not afraid to die but that I merely did not wish to. He indicated that in order to avoid castration there was only one alternative, I would have to prove my assertion as required by others.

At this point in the dream it was not implicitly stated but the gist of the dream was that in this new world only the strongest specimen's could survive and only the best physical specimen were chosen as breeding stock. Little did I know what the process involved?

I was taken out of the infirmary in a single file line of men. Just on either side was a 10 ft chained linked fence topped by looped razor barbwire. In front was a large enclosed arena, again topped with barbwire, it resembled what it was, a killing field. As we were led around the compound there was a large shower area where a handful of men were performing hand to hand martial arts drills. We were told these men had survived to the second level of testing. From there we were taken to a holding pen 100ft away but in plain view of the arena.

Inside the arena was a monstrously large frightful man. It was he who we would face in single combat. We were all ordered to proceed down a long thin 100 ft corridor to face the giant. As I was the last one in line, I began my meditation in preparation for flight. Flight in my dreams has always been a possibility for me. But somehow, something was different this time, for although I was gaining altitude my lift was being impeded. It was at the last possible moment that I cleared height of the barbwire fence. As I cleared the fence my normal abilities to fly returned and my captors noticed my escape.

As I circled overhead I saw the first encounter with the giant. With little waste of time, he split his first victims head wide open with his double bladed axe. The second entry however was surprising; the giant was facing one of his own troops. The second giant was smaller than the first but was also much quicker and after several brief exchanges he also laid opens his opponents head. While the second giant turned his attention to face and taunt the next victim, I saw an opportunity to strike, flying down into the arena I snatched up the first giant's double bladed axe. Turning to see me the second giant rushed forward and futility swung his axe at me flying out of reach. After several futile, angry swings and misses by the giant, I opened his head. It then became incumbent on me to become the axe man, but having seen enough killing I took my leave. Knowing that in doing so I would become a hunted fugitive/refugee.