This is one of those dreams I have where a gathering of people at a specific location is the main theme of my dream. I usually go to these places a few times. Previously it was a white space, or a casino, or a large cement civic center with a stadium/auditorium.
One I haven't mentioned was a trip I kept making to a ski resort high on a Matterhorn looking snow-capped mountain, on the West coast. Snow, vistas, winding mountain roads, and ocean views. I feel like these places are some kind of meeting places for Souls. This is like break time from our world, where our souls take a break, or go to a seminar.
This one I've visited twice in the last week. It is a warm sandy coastal resort with a light house on a cliff. Last night I was just bored and passing time until I was allowed to leave. I wandered down to the "soaking pool", a shallow warm pool crafted to look like sculpted sandstone all around. Young people, beautiful and vibrant, all lounging around in the water talking with each other. Some had bright neon green "paint" on their bodies that was waterproof. Hand sized blobs of color on their chests over their pec muscles, like it was smeared on, and a few dabs other places.
These folks were from all over, Asians, whites, blacks, etc. and they all spoke the same language and talked as professionals would talk, not knowing each other personally, but sharing a tight bond as members of a specialized profession would. They could relate, and they were. I cannot remember the conversations, but they all took turns sharing and talking about their experiences.
At one point I found the portal. The base of the lighthouse had a large crack in it, just big enough to squeeze through, which led to a very small, modern elevator, no bigger than a coat closet. I felt very claustrophobic climbing though the stone to get to the elevator. I've seen elevators like this for a long time in my dreams, in buildings mostly- very cramped elevators that make me nervous, which take me to various "floors" i.e. up and out of the current dream sequence location. I never considered them, however, on par with the basement portals I have traveled. This one was a very definite portal.

February 15, 2012

Dream pieces recalled...Looking toward the West. There is an approaching storm brewing and a Tornado imminent. I try to warn the people in advance and enter a home to tell all to seek shelter...when all of a sudden a blue curtain is drawn/closed across the room and the tornado stays behind the curtain ravaging everything, causing major chaos and damage.

Next dream piece remembered before waking was something about Armenia....check out ARMENIA...and I woke up...

February 5, 2012
Dreaming....There is a distress signal being sent out by a woman in the Rocky Mountains, seems to be in the area of "Rocky Mountain National Park." The signal was only being picked up in Nebraska, as the mountains being at such a high altitude and location made the signal over arch or shoot over the Colorado plains and clear into Nebraska.
I was trying to get a local woman to pick up on the signal with her cell phone, explaining to her it was important, urgent. The gal said, "No way the distress call would be received in Nebraska!" I said, "Yes, Nebraska is the ONLY place it is coming in. It is Vital to intercept the distress signal and find the location in Colorado to answer the plea for help...."....and woke up...

I do not remember too much of this dream except for how vivid it was. I was outside in some sort of field near perhaps a suburban residential area. Along the horizon we saw a space shuttle which looked to be on approach to land but appeared to be in distress. The shuttle bobbed up and down and hit the ground hard, flipping and then breaking into pieces. We ran over to find a female astronaut alive and conscious. [NOTE: this may have been an artifact from hearing of Astronaut Janice Voss dying this week to cancer]

The female astronaut is alive when we reach the scene and is moving around. We tell her to stay still since she is injured, but she cannot hear us and is asking if we can hear her. We tell her yes, and that her eardrums must be ruptured. We try to calm her and ask (by motioning and mouthing the words) how many are in the wreckage and she told us that there is "a dozen in there, they are all dead".

The dream was vivid. The day was moderate temperature, some high clouds but otherwise fair. The wreckage was in a field with pleasant green grass. The air smelled of smoke and burning electronics from the shuttle. When she told us there were a dozen dead, that really hit us emotionally. I have no recollection of who was with me but it was only two of us and the astronaut.

Feb 13, 2012

The ruling powers were planning to perform a false flag attack of an uncommon variety; a fake a**a$$***tion of the US President, to be blamed on Iran. Obama was conscious of this, and of his role, and was actively working toward fulfilling the mission. I saw propaganda being distributed presenting Obama as a kind of Kennedy. I saw shirts depicting the face of Kennedy, but with a strange twist; he had a Hitler mustache, and Obama's name was on them.

I went into Ron Paul's dimly-lit office, and about that time he walked in. I knew he was busy and did not have much time. I greeted him with a sense of urgency and warned him concerning the plan, expecting him to not pay attention, but he did. He sat down at his desk and I sat in front and told him what I knew. He listened attentively.

Also, I attempted to call into the Alex Jones show to warn him and listeners and was waiting to get through.

January 2012
Dream was brief but very vivid. I saw a red-haired woman wearing a white dress or gown standing in a safe-room in our home. She directed me and my family into the room (she seemed a kind of spiritual guide - I've never seen her before). Nuclear war had started, and the mainland of the United States was involved.
That's all.

I had a dream years ago (I believe in 2002) in which I saw ballistic missiles originating from an east-Asian country, raining down on US cities... I saw five skyscrapers or large buildings get struck by the missiles. The Asian country was seen as the aggressor.

Floating in spirit form about the atrium of a packed hotel, holding a drink, spilling it over all, while trying not to, the spirit crashed. / Computer had a virus in the dream, a gift, but an unwelcome one. The computer crashed/didn't function/data unreachable.

A month to a month and a half ago I had this dream that I don't remember anything about. Except for one thing that stood out. George and Cliff were arrested. It was big news, even on MSM.
Hope I didn't glimpse the future.

(No proper category, but not 'ships and boats')
Inside yellow school bus with cadets. "The Old Man" from History Channel's "Pawn Shop" (who was an expert driver in the dream) at the wheel, was driving us 100MPH. Too fast around a curve. Into wide river. Bus sank, darkness, little light after going under bridge. Listing maybe 70 degrees. No water inside, but trapped. End.