So I can only vaguely pull it from memory. I am only posting it because I read a similiar dream posted. I dreamt this on Oct 2nd. The sky is dark and the sun is like a big piece of coal with ambers glowing inside. Occasionally large oranges flares burst from the surface.
I was up above the earth looking down I could see the earth and I was seemingly giant in comparision to the earth and I could touch the earth with my hand as if it were but a basketball. The earth was spinning fast so that the entire earth spinned a full rotation in just minutes or seconds. I wasn't spinning the earth it was already doing that before I decided I would touch it. A man was with me telling me something but I can't remember. He felt like a newscaster blabbing in my ear. I was too transfixed with being able to touch the entire earth.

I had a dream (duh!!!), a dream far more vivid and memorable than others I typicaly have. This level of vividness is what made it really stick out in my mind. The most pointed part of the dream is that there are people in hiding and huddled up is some sort of school gymnasium as if prepared for disaster. For some reason I am not afraid and I go outside and look up in a very dark daytime sky to see the Sun blink out and followed by some sort of EMP that made everything electronic around me spark out.

That is the really disturbing thing about the dream that is so jarring that I keep coming back to. Thu sun flickrering and then going out for about 10 seconds, only to to "turn back on" in a much more violont shade of reddish orange as this EMP just cooks overhead transformers, and signs, and street lights, and billboards sending showers of sparks all around me.

The series of dreams I've had over the last two weeks has had a recurrant theme: at some point I and anyone with me goes down into the basement wherever we are and we leave through the back door or a hallway door. The doors sometime lead to another basement, or just another part of town.
The buildings and houses are all old. The basements mostly finished. Sometimes with rows of doors, sometimes with just a back door to exit by. When going out the back doors I always find I have to go "down hill" a bit, as if the house is on a slope. These basements are sometimes a couple of stories tall at the back wall. Looking up I see all the dusty timbers, joists, and flooring from below. Sometimes I look down to see trenches cut into the dirt part of the floor like there is unfinished construction to be done, or pipes to lay. Once my dog, a pug, was in the trench and looking up at me with a bundle of asparagus sticking out of her mouth, gnawing on all of the shoots ends at once.
In the past these basement areas have not been portals. For years I've had dreams of old buildings, churches, houses, all built on a slope, with larger than average spaces under, old dusty timbers and dirt. Usually I feel the presence of spirits, unfriendly ones at that. Lately there has been no evil, just pathways along my dream timeline for the night. Many of these portals just lead to completely new scenes where I go to interact with others, and then leave by entering the house, going to the basement, picking a door, and moving on.

my son woke me cause of his bad dream. he fell asleep next to me quickly. I then immediately started to dream of aliens being in my apt and me yelling at them to get out. to stay away from us, even though I never saw them but felt & heard their strange quick small soft pitched sound. then I dreamt of something like the exorcist, demon trying to get me & my son. I woke up immediately, 5am

Most of my dreams are meditational in the area between awake and asleep. However, I do rarely ever have sleeping dreams. I had this one and it was clear and I rememeber everything! (unlike most sleeping dreams) So, first I was aware I was in a parking garage for a big building, however there were no cars visible anywhere. Instead the whole floor was turned into a local repair and manufacturing plant where everyone in the neighborhood brought thier goods to be repaired. I knew there were no more "brands" as per say, because everything that was manufactured anywhere was agreed to a straight conformity that the whole world agreed on. ( so to say your washing machine may have been originally manufactured 1000 miles away, all the repair parts were general and if you moved to the other side of the globe, you would still find the same repair parts..just manufactured locally to specs..no one owns any copyright to anything..it is all built and agreed upon by a world comitee of which that area is assigned). So, in that parking garage any household item could be fixed or rebuilt as all items were built quality to last many years.

I was also aware there was very little currency and alot was traded with credits with the local community that one worked lived and ate. Some currency was available when items outside of the community was need to be purchase because no trade item needed, was found. So, it was in the interest of every community to be as resourcefull as possible in producing a larger amount of parts, items, food etc for trade or risk bleeding out capital via the currency.

After that I became aware of a staircase, elevator and lockers in the middle from the entrance. I became aware the building was traditional commercial framed but stepped pyramid like near the top.

I then found myself at the lockers at stair bottom. I had to take off my shoes with the rest and had special socks. Most people only required a cubby for material objects (no material objects but clothes, prayer mattrug and some jewelry were permitted upstairs) some people needed a full locker (no locks though).

Then we went upstairs, some people covered thier head and some did not. Ones that didn't usually had long hair. I became aware that thier was two sets of stairs and lockers for two different times of entrance. I was also aware that the number of steps to the 1st room had a meaning. The elevators went to a different room as if you used them, you were physically unfit to climb stair. There were not alot whom used this room as most everyone seemed healthy. When climbing the staircase, on the wall was a drawing of a sun and around the top was a crescent moon, a cross and the star of David. When reaching the top people fanned out and some used thier prayer rugs. There was a preacher or inman whom gave a sermon kinda like that of pious christian service, but also bowing with the head to the ground as Islam during certain points of the service. All was serious, but open. The one leading often reached out and talked with worshipers. (In a very brotherly fashion..not as an relious overlord). He lead and all worshipped and the final prayers were done in an about an hour (sometimes more if a good discussion about universal life popped up..universal life was the final belief in God at the time as God is the universe and a universal life was led in respect for all..and then I had the awareness of others beyond this planet were included in this).

After that sermon, all retreated to the upper lever with the balcony. That room was the celebration room. Both men and women were there (I seen all men at the sermon but was aware that there were sermons where both attended. Women most often attended at a different time for mostly need of different universal topics and to have the man watch any children in turn while they attend. This building had services all day long alternating between the two entrance areas, there is never any lack of temple service).

On the upper floor, people were outside shooting fireworks and lightly throwing glitter and some were dancing. There was a man with a tray of properly prepared snacks and he was wearing a pointed hat and a hood with stars and crescent moons. ( I was aware there was no such thing as the KKK and people in the room were not offended by this man with stars and moons on his cap wearing a mask) The man danced over and held out the tray and asked me.." is the spirit with me?" And I replied, "The spirit is with you!" and he became ecstatic and danced away holding the tray out to others. He had a large white gown around him. In this everyone celebrated as long as needed and went home via another stairelevator. All was happy and glad and everyone loved life. The community and the universal temple were ones and made the balance of life. It was made practical so all could enjoy and live together.

In my dream, I am talking to my sister on the phone, who lives in Southern Illinois (I live in CA). She says to me, "The whole area is down - due to an earthquake".....

I am not a rabid environmentalist but I don't like the way we foul our own nest. Still, I have never had a dream about pollution. Also, I haven't dreamt of big waves since the Japanese tsunami. A few days ago, I had a dream where giant waves were picking up big ships (freighters and oil tankers) and smashing them on the shoreline. I looked out to sea and saw an oil tanker offshore that had ruptured and a large amount of oil was all around it in the water. Then I heard a voice -- I'm not sure where it came from -- which said "The earth is tired of what you are doing to it," or words to that effect. Then, I became a huge giant. I picked up a large ship by one end and began smashing it against another ship. The voice and then becoming the giant was really unusual in my dream history.

I rarely have or remember any dreams. However, last night, I had a repeating dream over and over that lasted most of the night and would not go away. I was driving indown a freeway with 2 lanes on each side with grass in the middle. There were trees far off each side with grass between the road and trees. I herd a sound, looked in my mirror and saw a large plane comming behind me. The large plane proceeded to land onto the freeway to the left of me facing the traffic. The cars were swerving to each side of the road onto the grass to get out of the way. There was a curve further down the road. The plane landed on the freeway with cars swerving off the road and while slowing, the plane proceeded to go around the curve and out of sight behind the trees. I repeatedly picked up my phone and called 911 to report the incident.
The dream kept repeating all throug the night and I started inquring in my mind, what flight is this? The number 103 kept appearing in my mind repeatly.
I'm in Lancaster, PA on business and fixing to fly back toRaleigh, NC on Friday, 9/30 (changed from Saturday, Oct 1 today). This was very very unusual for me to have a dream (I take Ambien at nights) andfor it to persistently repeat and for me to vividly remember it all the next day.
Preston

A very strong dream, I don't have them often. I was in my front yard looking south towards the moon, it was just above the horizon which was impossible, and traveling very fast from east to west, then as it approached the western edge of my view, it swung north and curved back around toward the east over my head and south a bit, before swing up north. Essentially doing a figure eight in the sky. Then I saw the same image repeat. The moon didn't repeat it's action, I just saw the same scene replay. Then, as the moon reached it's furthest point to the east I felt the ground tip to the west and felt as though I were falling in that direction. Then the scene repeated itself, I saw the moon reach the end of it's path and felt the earth tip.
I knew in the dream, when I felt the earth tip, that the moon wasn't moving, the Earth was reeling to and fro, and the last tipping motion was the Earth throwing itself in a new direction. I knew trees and other objects were crashing around me as I fell. At which point I woke up.

My boss had purchased a ranch in a remote location in the mountains and I went to work there. Thought in my dream that it was located in Montana. The ranch was remote enough that supplies were brought in by airplane. The same gentleman who called himself a "bush pilot" delivered supplies a couple of times a week. This same pilot often flew me to town for appointments and so on. On one such occasion a blizzard prevented us from getting back to the ranch. As a favor he flew to his own home and offered lodging for the night. At some point I was awakened for no real reason. As I was walking from the guest room toward the kitchen, I saw a passage way in the hall. It appeared a wall panel was slid back. Peeking in, I saw a small room where there was clearing a lot of radio equipment. Although I could not see the pilot, I could hear him speaking -- he seemed to be relaying critical weapons and strategic information about the residents of the area over the radio. He suddenly appeared and caught me peeking. He explained to me that he worked for the government and had been stationed in the area for over 20 years. His job was to report on the residents, weapons, defensive positions, organizations and so on. He said that the only time he had actually ever had to report detailed information was during the last three years. This dream was perhaps one of the most lucid I have ever had.