This was a weird dream, and I don't remember all of it. What I do remember:
I was in a hotel with a lot of people I didn't know. At some point and I don't recall why, two people at random would "bear hug" and turn 180 degrees, let go, and then be different people. Over and over again, two different here, two different there.

I had a dream last night about Baton Rouge. I was reminded in the dream that it was supposedly my second such dream on Baton Rouge, though I do not recall ever previously having such a dream. It is also really rare that I would dream such a clearly specified location.I cannot recall the specifics of the dream except the reference to Baton Rouge and the knowledge that it was a disaster and was the precursor to further events. Like it was the first of additional things to come…
I have never been to Baton Rougeand needed to look at a map to see exactly where it was. After looking at a map today I am rather concerned as Baton Rouge lies next to the great Mississippi River and along the New Madrid Line.

My dream began as I was standing outside a big round glass building. I remember seeing the hall inside the building (cause the doors were made of glass, too), the blue leather couches and some plants in it.
Outside, it was broad afternoon. The sun was shining brightly. There was not a single person in the deserted parking lot.
I looked up the bright blue sky and saw 2 white airplanes. What stroke me as odd was that the airplanes were moving in an unusual manner, flying back and forth across the sky very quickly. Pausing, then flying again.
"Alien crafts", I thought.
Then there was a leap in my dream (this dream had several leaps, quite unusual way of dreaming for me).
The next thing I saw was one of those aircrafts landing in the distance. It was emitting aerodynamic waves, like a spacecraft when i starts. So, it loked like a rocket starting, but backwards.
Then there was another leap in my dream.
I felt someone standing behind my back. "An alien", I though. I turned around. Sure thing there was a person in frond of me. It was a woman dressed in a peach-colored suite. She was wearing a jacket and, I think, pants. Of that I'm not sure.
She also had dark shades on. Her hair was black and about shoulder length. She was shorter than me, I think (I'm like 5.7).
She extended her right arm forward. It seemed to me that there was some sort of device in her hand (although I didn't really see it) that was emitting some kind of waves.
She said something like (I wrote down her words as soon as I woke up, that's how I remember them) "unna haguwa. ona poganoi" I did not understand what she said. But as she started speaking and pointed that gun at me, I felt that I could hear, see and understand everything that was happening, but my will was getting paralized.
Like, it was very hard for me to produce a thought of my own, was hard to think. I was all receptive. However, I realized that, if I waited a split second longer, I would disappear from my bed (somehow I knew I was sleaping at my house), would disappear from our time-space continuum, and no one would ever find me.
She somehow started sucking me in with that gun.
I got scared. This is when I mastered one single thought, that was more of an emotion. It was something like "SOS!" and was to God. Well, not really God, but the Person who represents God in this world to me. I think some of you may have such people/images, too.
Well, I must say I have a pretty strong emotional connection with that Person. I guess that was the reason why it worked. I woke up in my bed immediately.
Once I woke up, I wrote down the worlds the woman had said to me. I was also wondering whether the aliens were actually good. But I guess they wre not, since they tried to paralyze my will.
I was kinda scared to go back to sleep, and it was the middle of the night. But I figured. They come agian, I just ask for protection again, and everything will be fine.
Also, maybe I should tell you that this dream hapened to me after I went to sleep in a very unusual state of mind. I was feeling sorry for our Creator, because He has to observe all our evil deeds and stupidities, and I was crying late into the night. I think the aliens apeared because of those emotions of mine.
The dream happened in 2010, in Jan-Feb.

I saw the future in this dream, of that I'm sure.

The dream began as I was floating in the air among blossoming cherry trees. Mybe it was sakura, I don't know. I also don't know what country it was.

There was lush greenery, trees all around me. I was floating in the air, turning and spinning, not too fast and not too slowly. In a graceful manner, I'd say.

There seemed to be a lot of space around me, and I was actually in some kind of city. I could see glass buildings around me.

I was overwhelmed with feelings of joy, happiness, love and serenity. I was simply enjoying my flight.

Then I saw some people in the street. They also looked happy. It appeared to me that the whole city was cleaning up. The glass structures were all clean. Two people were dusting a rug or a carpet in the street, to make it clean.

I remember thinking that my parents were somewhere amoung those people.

I don't remember what happened next.

I saw this dream in 2006, if I remember correctly.

The dream began with me standing on the porch of a house, outdoors. I was looking at the sky.
It was night time, because the sky was dark blue and there were many *** stars *** in it .
Then, all of a sudden, all the stars began moving. But not just in a chaotic order. The formed many groups of stars, and each group looked like a galaxy. The stars within each galaxy began spiralling, and pretty fast.
I remember thinking that I should probably see mom before the world ends.
Then the galaxies started simply shooting down from the sky, in differnt directions.
Tha was scary, but also was a magnifiscent sight.
I don't remember what heppened next.

At twilight, driving down a rural highway with two passengers. I look out the right window and see the Big Dipper, Pleiades, and Cassiopeia constellations. A star near the handle of the Big Dipper begins pulsing in intensity like a lighthouse or satellite flare. The pulses accelerate until, like a fluorescent bulb finally catching, the star blooms into a full blown nova. The luminuos circular disk grew until it was the size of a golfball held at arm's length.
Then it turned bright as daylight and I was worried about UV and XRAY radiation hitting us. I turned on the car radio and caught the end of a news segment about this nova, with the male reporter sternly stating, "...there's nothing, nothing we can do."

On Thursday morning, January 12, I dreamt that I was in San Antonio. I went around a corner and saw the front of a large, Catholic church. People were rushing up to the church, including robed church personnel. The church people where running around and appeared to be getting ready for some unscheduled event. The church folks began talking over the PA system about a bishop who had been arrested, presumably by the civil authorities but that was not clear. Neither was the nature of his crime clear. However, they were passing out little booklets with transcripts from his trial, including copies of investigator's notes. I don't think there were enough copies for everyone and I think that they intended to the booklets to be returned but I was going to keep it to make sure the information got out to a wider audience, in case the information were to be suppressed later.

The dream got really weird when a man and a boy were brought in on large, specially equipped chairs. They were strapped in to the chairs but somehow I knew that they were volunteers. Large metal stakes were driven into each shoulder of the man and the boy. Other things were done but I don't recall what they were. Soon, the stakes were removed and the man and the boy were taken out to get medical care. All I could do was say to myself, in wonderment, "The Church engages in ritual torture." I reflected upon Church (with a capital C) rituals and the role that rituals play in society to maintain connections to the past but also to maintain control and prevent change.

I had a dream early in the morning of friday January 13th. I didn't post it, immediately, because although it was terrifying, it didn't seem significant until reading the Peoplenomics report on the 14th. The readers comments at the end, about the baltic dry index going over the cliff slapped me upside the head.
So in this dream, I am in a car, driving, with my mother in the passenger seat, and my two youngest daughters in the back seat. We are driving through an annoymous small town, looking for a particular street. This is a very cute, quaint little town. Shops every where, parks, clean streets, and people walking about. Some traffic. We needed to make a right hand turn, but the girls were asking questions and I was explaining something to my mom. It was very important that we make a right turn at a particular street, but I drove right past it without seeing it...and suddenly the street ended and we drove off the end of the world. There was a sensation of falling, and the car tipped forward and began to spin, slowly, end over end. I even felt the motion of being tugged up and down, forward and back with the spinning of the car, but very slight like slightly lower gravity. On the turn when the car was facing down, I could see miles below us, huge mounds, like hills but so far away as to be fuzzy and distant. That was when I realized that I had just killed my family, we were all going to die. And we were going to have a lot of time to think about it. I was responsible for keeping them safe, but I had just driven them off the edge of the world. I turned to my mom, repeating sorry, sorry, oh, I'm so sorry. Then it occured to me that I needed to say something to my girls in the back. When I turned and said my daughter's name, I actually said it aloud and it woke me up.
So, when I was reading peoplenomics.com this morning, it occured to me that there might be some signifigance to this dream, and decided to post it.

I am in the middle of a church square.. It seems dark our or maybe at first light. People are setting up small tables all around and the craig is overseeing the activities. A small boy maybe ten or twelve comes up and askes for me to help he is eyeing the goods that the people are putting on their spots I think the square is a trading center where people trade their goods like an old farmers market. I go with him to where they are living. It is like a small room off to one side of a dark broken down basement. signs of a once opulent life are around them.She is nursing a small baby it is obvious that she is malnourished and next to her looking scared and half hidden behind her is a small girl. All are looking hungry and despirate.She askes me not with words but with her eyse please help. I ask where is your husband she has none and she is unable to provide for the family.
I take the small boy and we go to the square and there ask the overseer ( I am not sure who this is he is tall dark hair) for a few bowls of soup in the center there is a huge pot and in the pot they make soup for those with the tables that are set up he gives us three huge bowls of soup and a small loaf of bread We are told that he has to have a table and a booth in order to get the soup regularly. I ask why. This was the incentive given to restart society to get each that had what ever talents they had to start bartering for services etc. The boy turns to me and says.. My sister and I have nothing to trade for services. We take the soup back to the old dank dark basement. there there is a rotting orange. I show them how to cut it in half and take some grease off of lard that is in a pan and make an oil lamp. they now have a small lamp to see in the dark we also take a small five gallon metal can I I show them how to make a heater so they all can stay warm..they eat the soup hungrily and the boy tells his mom. that they can get soup regularly but they have to set a table up for trading. The mother looks at me and says can I help. I think a bit and say yes. so I get the boy and we go down by the river over by cherry creek park. in the trees there I had planted several coffee bushes and they had flourished. we then go to scrounge through the collective dump site. Seems somewhere or other rather than haul what others think is trash away there is a collective dump site furniture in one area households in another etc.. then people can go and scrounge through it. we grab a peice of plastic a couple of strainers and an old grill and a metal rod.After we do that we go over to the welding shop and ask if they could weld the two strainers together. the welder laughs a little and askes me.. what are you making today I tell him of the delima that his mother and sister are in and the welder looks down with a softened look and says sure he can put them together. I tell him I need a whole drilled in both ends and an opening on one. and had him put a couple of peices of angle iron inside both bowls and weld the steel rebar through the holes.
After we get that done we go down to cherry creek park and we gather some of the beans off of the bushes the I show how to clean wash and dry the beans. We sit down and I show him how to make a solar still so that he can purify the water that not only his family ( for some reason the water is really putrid) but to use in daily life.
we then go down to the trading square and there take the new contraption we had made and the old grill. we build a fire in the old grill and put a few of the beans in the now made roaster and he cranks on it. after a while when it is done. ( sounds like popcorn in the background) his sister is pounding it and putting it in small sacks for her brother to trade. Craig comes up to us and smiles at him and says job nicely done you now have a booth for the square. I then show him how to take barly and mix it with the beans to roast to stretch the beans..

Same suburban setting as the UFO dream I just reported recently. Blue sky, newer upper scale suburban neighborhood, this time totally vacant. I'm not sure how I got there or what came before or after, but at some point I was there, looking around and watching as the flood waters were rising. The area was not level and the gentle downhill slope led to a rising lake of black water, still and perfectly smooth. No people, no wind, no sound. Just very slowly rising black water which was clear on top like water, but black below like stagnant ponds can be.