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.

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.