I dreamt that I went to the bank to withdraw all of my money. They paid me in silver coins and as I walked down the road with my children, out of the bank, we turned and saw that the bank was on fire. This was the major headquarters of my bank and I remember thinking, "Well, it looks like we got (it) out just in time! We continued walking down the road we took the money into Bunnings (big box type store) and spent some of it on prepping stuff. It is strange, but I was not dismayed to see my (former) bank on fire, only glad that we had gotten out in time.

This is one of those dreams where I have to get somewhere. That's it, point A to point B with a mild amount of anxiety because I never seem to make any progress and my transportation options dwindle from powerful and capable to puny and laughable.
Starting in the St. Johns area of Portland, near the Willamette river, I found myself needing to get to Hillsboro, 10 miles or so to the west. The first thing I notice is the river is high enough to breach the bluff that St Johns sits on, and this is not a flood, this is just the new water level with streets and houses just disappearing into waterways as the land slopes to the old banks.
I made my way to the waterline where the flatter streets were more like canals. People had boats instead of cars here. I met some folks who agreed to take me to Hillsboro. Due west is the ridge of hills with Forest Park on the crest that runs north of downtown Portland. The crest is 500+ feet elevation, yet I assured by the driver of the boat there are some waterways that make it all the way across. This made more sense as later on some of the water ways went up and down hills, like a log ride at the amusement park, only street sized.
We take off in a fairly large boat, big enough for ocean fishing, but small enough you could still tow it with a full sized pickup. As we make our way through the neigborhood on the former streets turned canals, the residential buildings turned to the industrial structures of the river- concrete and old factory roofs, large submerged buildings.
Right about now the boat starts to shrink. Every time I notice we are in a smaller, less powerful craft. Up and down the waterways, including up hills and down flumes, and more canals, we went. Eventually the boat is not much more than an open aluminum fishing boat with a small outboard, now getting rocked around more and feeling much less powerful.
At one point I dove into the water. We had stopped briefly on a more open stretch, like a large concrete culvert- like a smaller version of the ones they have in LA that they do car chases in for movies, like Grease. Only it's mostly full. I don't know why I was swimming, I just remember seeing an underwater dog, like a bulldog, black and swimming around. It came up to me and we sort of interacted like it was a manatae. I got back in the boat.
We never made it to the west hills. Not even across where the river used to be. This is how these dreams always end- a dead end, and my transportation device has dwindled to a useless artifact. Usually I start in a car, then a motorbike, then bike, then rollerskates, then hoplessly running in molasses like slow-motion.
We went down a flume into an industrial pond. The water was brown and bubbling. I didn't want to get any on me, until I looked up and realized we had boated into the arena for a marine mammal trick show. People were sitting around the pond in bleachers and the announcer was just getting started and we decided to leave.

In my dream I was in my backyard with my family and we saw some unusual low flying military aircraft. I asked my husband what they were and he didn't know, they were something that neither of us had ever seen. I was getting nervous so I ushered the kids inside the house. When I then noticed my dog whining and looking out of the front window--everything was on fire across the street and and filled with smoke. It looked like a bombing. As I grabbed everyone and headed towards the garage (and the car) I woke up. This dream was very vivid and disturbing. I couldn't get back to sleep (about 4 am pst)

It's been a while since I've posted any of my dreams. But this morning's dream before waking is one to share. Please keep in mind I often dream in metaphoric style and symbolisms and often precognatively.
so yeah, I was dreaming this morning that my husband and I were supposed to help transport a person or persons from point A to B. I recall there were 2 vans. One transport and one cargo, both of them white in color. At one point, not sure of the route, we pulled over in some town, any town, USA, to take a break and discuss itinerary and routes.
While we were outside of the vehicle standing around talking, I decided to take a look around at my surroundings. I noticed, to my right, a grain elevator that was built upon a hill and was somehow way up at the top from that, kind of way up in the air. I looked all around from there and then focused back on the Grain Elevator.
I noticed some sort of construction or remodeling going to take place with the attached house (?), when all of a sudden some sort of destruction equipment had broken up concrete foundation and all this broken concrete, some in large and some small pieces, started floating on an invisible vortex in the air, as if there was no gravity what so ever.

I told my husband..."Look!!!!" - "Quick, LOOK what's happening!!!!". I no sooner tried to give a warning when these floating concrete pieces that had been whirling around in almost slow motion, started crashing downward, and the debris was being thrown everywhere. I heard one piece thud on the ground behind me and shuddered to think there were still more pieces falling where that came from, with really no place to run to for safety. Much more to dream I can't recall...
January, 31, 2012

I only recall one scene: I was looking out over a lake or waterway that had a lot of houses around, in an urban area. It was a pretty big lake, but I was focused on the corner of it right in front of me. As I watched, a wave rose up, facing directly away from me. It was black water, just like my black water dream, only this water was moving and forming a 20-30 foot high wave, very smooth on the back side, like motor oil. I observed that the wave was about to hit the shore where some nice houses were, and I thought the wave carried really hardly any mass. It was tall, but thin and would only sort of flood the houses, maybe wash away the stuff in their yards. I didn't get to see it crash.

I dreamed a long sequence dream involving what I saw as Earth Spirits. I was with a small group of hikers in the woods. The terrain was rocky and hilly like foothills of a mountain. It was summertime as all the leaves were green and fully grown.
It started small. The spirits were, one by one, taking form and harrassing my group, ultimately killing one of us. (I very rarely dream of human death) The first manifestation of this energy rose up from the forest floor like a wind blowing leaves, then sticks striking us, and we ran. We became very aware of the intense feeling we all felt to leave the area. The sky darkened as with a rain cloud.
As we ran we heard the force grow in power, crashing around behind us. We caught glimpses of a monstrous form composed entirely of sticks and leaves and detritus in the woods that had come together in this energy. And it was growing as we ran.
We eventually came to a roadway that crossed a rocky creek. We thought we could get away on this road or hide under the concrete bridge. This is the ugly part. The monster had assumed the shape of a giant moose (made of leaves, sticks, and dirt). It rose up before us, 50 feet tall, sheer terror. Just as we regained composure and began to move again, the head of the moose swept down and grabbed a man in the group and consumed him. We scrambled under the bridge.
As we tried to squeeze up into the corner under the bridge, where the concrete "creek bed" rises to meet the roadway underneath, (like where you'd go if there was a storm or tornado) the monster had changed form into a 12 foot (4 meters) tall chicken. It had glowing red eyes and was looking more feathery than like forest materials, and it was looking for us. I either tried to distract it, and sacrifice myself, or I was abandoning my mates, because the dream ended with me running down the ramp and away from the chicken, and it began to cluck and follow me, stamping towards me like a dinosaur.

Last night's dream started with me driving a car in a unfamiliar area and crashing. After I got out i was walking by a lake that had many boats on it and it was night. The unusual part was that it was night but the moon was so bright that it appeared as day. I came upon some other lost people and we walked for awhile before going different paths and I went a direction that I knew was the wrong way. A policeman appeared and told me the right direction and when I turned around he was gone and their were a series of tornados--4 in total--that came at me but I ducked and they all went over me and I was unscathed.

A few nights ago (maybe Jan 22 2012) I had this dream.
I was at my local small town bank. The usual teller greated me. I asked for some rolls of nickels. She informed me that they were no longer available. Like in No longer available from the Mint.That was the only coin I went a way with knowing that it was no longer available for distriubtion.l

Lastnight's lucid dream was an explanation of how the Great Pyramid is a representation of the human heart. The Kings chamber being the seat of the soul within the human heart and starting point to escape the material prison, towards the realm of immortal oneness with the divine. The Air Chambers leading from the Kings Chamber were described as being soul escape routes and the angle of ascent was the 'KEY' for passage out of the materium. I don't know much about the pyramids so this message was very intriguing for me. When I woke up this morning I compared diagrams of the heart and pyramid to see what similarities were present. If this makes sense to anyone send me a message.

I was at a meeting of Black Coats. I wasn't apart of the group (spy), so I was trying to keep a low profile. The leader mentioned there was an infiltrator and everyone had to turn over 2 blue poker chips. I had 1 red and 3 blue, so I felt safe. When I pulled my hand out of my pocket I had 4 yellow chips, that I laid on the table. The leader asked my why so I replied "I felt better giving more than my share."
He then asked me to jump out a window to my death. Without hesitation I did so, but before touching the ground, I gently started to fly away. (normal for me in my dreams). They had the younger (children) students chase me, but I glidded into a thorny tree, where they weren't comfortable climbing. I then escaped over a fence and met twin brothers (about 6yrs old). One brother asked me to tap his back 3 times so he would know my story. We flew away to escape the others (they could either fly or learned it from me) when I say a vision of carpet bombing style(nuclear?)explosions . I asked them to fly over the clouds to keep us safe, but they (twins) weren't comfortable with that. I didn't see any destruction but did see some dead and disfigured animals.
Alone, I passed through what seems a protective bubble, I heard a woman (Irish?) say about some expensive car "Of course they're selling it (it exists?), I saw a commercial on TV about it."