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.

While sleeping I wake up and see a small blonde woman with pixie like features she gestures for me to follow. We go out to the porch and in the Northwest I see a huge storm coming. there is a hush.. then I see what looks like bugs falling from the sky.. People all begin to get sick. death seems to follow.
I also see a way looming to the east. man and woman march towards the battle only to see body bags coming from the east to the west. No power rioting in the streets of the cities.. Panic people being rounded up like cattle and hauled away.
I walk through the fields and see the crops withered and cattle dying..starvation seems to be everywhere. the power is out and cars stand idle in the streets.
What is going on I ask. the little woman says.. the storm is coming prepare. I drop to my knees and pray for our lords guidance and then I see people struggling to stand and regroup. to start society again.

Today I had a terrifying dream. When I say "terrifying"; I am referring to the emotional state within and upon waking from my dream. In this particular dream I attempted to "wriggle", to get out of the dream; but I was paralyzed and I could not do anything.
This dream is difficult to put into words; simply because I must be "politically correct".
In my dream I am at an ATM. I am depositing money as well as withdrawing money. During the transaction, the ATM process completes but no money is dispensed. In my dream I become angered by this.
The dream then continues or jumps to where I am in a house and from recollection is like a brownstone and apparently in an urban area. I become startled because I see and hear people talking outside that should not be there. I go to the living room and look out the window. I peer to the right and look up the street and I see a horde of people walking en masse towards my house. From what I could gather, the very large crowd of people are part of a riot or the beginnings of a riot. From my recollection; the mass of people all fall into a particular class upon appearance. I immediately become very scared.
In my dream, I am wanting to get out of the house, to escape what I see coming towards my home. I go to the basement and I cannot escape. I walk outside in the back to the steps and there are people sitting and talking; once again I cannot escape. The fear then intensifies as I know the people are getting closer.
The dream then switches to where I am in a white truck (akin to a Ford F250) - not exact, but that type of vehicle. I am in the back seat for some reason. The door opens and a woman is getting into my vehicle. What frightens me is the woman haphazardly presumes that she can just "take the vehicle". See turns and sees me in the back seat. She then says in a cavalier fashion, "Is this your car? No, this ain't your car...you are not driving it...." and bam, I wake up. Upon waking up I am filled with dread and fright.
In the first few moments of laying in bed recovering from the effects of this dream; I was rehashing the images. From what I can gather, the dream took place or reminded me of being in a heavily populated area where low-income individuals may reside. From what I can gather, a riot was in the works. Because of the brownstone features, the way people were dressed, the way people appeared; this dream reminded me of a riot taking place in a section of a large city; it was either late spring or summer months.
>>> Note to moderator: I have posted one other dream before, titled "Poor Kaylee". In my humble opinion, the dream that is posted before is/was a premonition of the earthquake that occurred in Turkey in 2011. In my humble opinion, the "premonition dream" came true. You may have read this before and known as the "2 Synchronicity Events". The dream was on 9/13 and the earthquake was on 10/23. This dream has the same characteristic as my other "premonitions"...that they took place within a span of a few months of my dream or vision and the fact that the dream is "paralyzing". So, I am saying all of this because this dream is the same intensity as the last. It would not surprise me if sometime late spring or early summer perhaps; there will be a riot in a large metropolitan area; perhaps Los Angeles, New York or somewhere in the deep south. This riot will not be like other riots.

In my dream I was not myself but another woman with a husband and 2 sons who were not my own. I was aware that I was not this woman but attempted to play the part. I didn"t want to get back to my life as I knew that I was being shown something--it was important--and needed to play the part. I had an understanding that there was a virus that had been released that would eliminate the general population. In my dream I likened it (in my thoughts) to the movie "I Am Legend".
It may have been shortly after the virus was released that my "husband" took me to the bank and he left me in the lobby while he went to take care of business--remove items from a vault I think. Society was in chaos but inside the bank they were having a party or sorts with refreshments and I wondered at this. After leaving the bank my "husband" took me and "our" sons to a condominium with a decorative paddle wheel attached to it. Our unit was a fully furnished 2 story elegant sort of place and looked as though it was lived in with someone"s stuff in it--and I knew that it wasn"t our stuff. He told us that this was where we would be living now. It was night time and he had meetings to attend. I was scared and now lonely wishing I could get back to my real life but the children were scared too and I wanted to comfort them.
The next morning the paddle wheel that was "decorative" became a real paddle wheel and our condo detached from the ground. We were headed down a river and out to the ocean. My "husband" explained that we were headed for an island where we wouldn"t have to deal with the effects of the "plague". Everything was going according to "the plan" and we would be safe.
The dream was very crisp in my senses. I smelled food in the bank, felt the soft carpet in the condo and felt the warm sun and smelled the river water smells with the wind blowing my hair as our paddle wheel condo headed down the river. Yet there were many fuzzy areas mostly to do with my "family". I woke up wondering if I had seen someone else"s life in the future. I understood that my "husband" was someone "important" but realized that this woman had no idea who he really was or what he did and was totally in the dark about what was going on--a very innocent person in the matter, scared and feeling alone but "saved" from the calamity. *I* felt terrible for all the people who wouldn"t be safe and angry that "special and privileged" people (psychopaths!) felt they had the right to inflict this on someone else.
I felt the need to remember and record this dream when I awoke.

Had a fire dream Saturday, 1/7/12 ~6AM PST. Can't say I ever recall having fire in a dream before.

I dreamed I was in an arcade, and there were two women at the front running it. I gave one of them two $5 bills and got back a bunch of half dollar coins.

I thought "inflation" as I looked at the coins.

Then I started wandering around to the various game cabinets. I noticed one was labeled "postadoc" and then underneath that it said "where the colors chase you".

Then I woke up.

Dream date: January 2012

I'm not a bit religious, but this was like seeing a version of the rapture. I'm standing in a street somewhere and there are lots of people about. Suddenly, in groups of about a dozen, they start being lifted up into the air. They are limp and unresisting, heads tilted toward the sky, eyes closed. Some people, including me, do not want to be taken away like this. I squat on the ground and hold onto a lamp post as tight as I can, though it doesn't feel like any force is trying to move me, anyway. Woke up before I found out what happened next.