Phone not working properly, hear a ring yet it cuts out/off. I think, "If they care enough they'll try to reach me more than just two times in one day" or to tht effect. Next I am using the phone to tll family and friends about this calamity (part 2 of the dream is in WATER) til I am finally yelling, hoarse from tryig to so hard to call/tell them. End: Phone display shows fully malfunctioning - it is OFF.

I had this dream years ago and I have never forgotten it. The details of it are as sharp now as they were when I first dreamed it. I feel that if I ever saw his face again, I would instantly know who he was.
I was standing in what looked like a huge airport?jhanger. HUGE. There were lots of different people (and I use the term 'people', for lack of anything else to call them. They were life forms of various shapes and sizes) Some were milling about, talking in their various lanquages, some were rushing to some unknown destination. There were aircraft IN this huge area. Strange craft of different shapes and sizes but none resembled anything I was familiar with. I could see the city outside huge glass windows. It appeared the city was made of huge pink crystal monoliths of varying heigths. The sky was a soft pink hue. I direct my attention to a gangplank of sorts. An old man with white hair, wearing long, brownish, flowing robes, with striking blue eyes, approaches me, reaching out to me in a loving embrace. He tells me that he is proud of me for doing what I am about to do. He tells me that he will always love me and that I will not remember this place or him or any of this when I get to where I am going. But I am crying now and I tell him that I will NEVER forget him and that I will always love him with all my heart and miss him terribly. He chuckles softly, smiles and takes my face in his hands, kisses me on the forehead and then I wake up.

I have had this reaccuring dream series for the past 40 years at least. I started having it when I was very young and this dream always carries over for 3 consecutive nights. The first night I dream that I am laying in a ditch of some kind, hiding under some brush. The wind is blowing and its raining. The rain is so hard that it stings my face. The sky is a strange color. It's dark and gloomy and gray but it's not a nighttime kind of dark. The air feels charged and smells like sulfer. Then I wake up.
The second night, the dream starts out the same as what I just mentioned but it carries on from there to me crawling out of the ditch and literally digging my fngers into the mud, trying to cling on for dear life, as I make an attempt to belly crawl out from under the brush covering the ditch, and across a large open field, toward a grassy mound that I see about 1/8th of a mile in front of me. The wind is so powerful that I can barely fight against it. The mound is framed by two straight trees that are beginning to sway as the wind increases. The rain is starting to sting so hard that I am having a hard time seeing, but I never loose sight of the mound. (This mound is about 30 feet higher than the rest of the area) I start to see what I first thought was lighting. Then I realize the flashes of light are not white, but some are red and some are blue. And they are not, for the most part, making cloud to ground contact. The bolts of light are flashing back and forth across the sky from cloud to cloud. Then I wake up.
The third night starts out like the first night, then progresses to the second night and finally ends with me arriving at the base of the mound, on my belly, with my fingers dug deeply into the mud and bleeding. I look up through the wind and rain and see a man standing at the top of the mound. He is dry, dressed all in white and seems to be completely unaffected by the conditions that are pushing me to the very limit of survival. He appears to have some kind of soft illumination all around him, coming from him. He walks down the side of the mound, toward me, reaches out his hand to me and says, "take my hand. its time to go" I reach up and grab his hand with my wet, muddy, bloody hand and then I wake up.
I had this dream series once a year, every year for about 10 years starting when I was in my late teens/early 20s. Then it slowed down and I only seemed to have it once every few years. I think the last time I had it was probably 10 years ago. I also believe I may have actually come across an area, in real life, that looks exactly like the place in my dream..

I am in a large city, with a subway system, or underground rail.
I am traveling up, to get out of the train station. It's noisy. There is a large explosion, and then suddenly everything is quiet. Now I am running down to help survivors.
In my dream two to three hundred people have died, and I'm given the date of November 7th. I won't even begin to describe what the hurt people looked like---totally gross.
I have this same dream three times in one evening, and I awake totally stressed out.

This is a dream I had had before I heard anything about the reptilian agenda or anything similar. It is more of a strong vision then a flow of occurrances. It happened after multiple anaesthesias and doctors re-booting my brain as they put it. It is not as nasty as it sounds, it's a part of a rapid detox procedure so your limbic system is back to its original state. Since the dream occured in this window of time before my conscious mind could reconstitute itself, I believe it came from a place of intuition. Sooo, here it is.
I'm standing in front of a castle facing it. It looks like a prison or something similar(official structure). Behind it is a fucking big dragon spreading its wings. It is black. Its wing span is as big as the entire castle. The ambience is dark and has an apocalyptic feel to it. The castle is on fire and the dragon behind it is in a frenzy, enjoying the destruction. It wants to burn and destroy all in its path. An old wise man appears. He looks like some Greek phylosopher. White beard and hair around the ears, bald, in a greyish toga. He hands to me a scroll. He says to take care of it so it is not destroyed along with the rest of the world. I take it. It's a formula seemingly containing only two written words (I don't remember them) I know it is the last of the ancient knowledge. I run.

A woman (whom I have encountered in past dreams/visions) then stopped us and said it would be too dangerous to cross and she tried to stop us from crossing… I pushed her down and away from me… I told her that I would not listen to her… We traveled down the road very quickly and made it through the chaos. There were people everywhere and they were very angry and out of their minds, it was a gauntlet.As we came to the top of a valley I could clearly see that there was a boundary of desert in the far distance, but in the valley it was green and fertile. There was a very defined line between the two.We came upon a building, a facility, people were there and I was still barefoot, walking around in my white bathrobe. I was holding these beautiful gems of many colors in my hands and they were full of light. A young woman approached me and I told her my mother-in-law gave them to me. I was telling everyone that California was gone and they all responded that they knew. The young woman helped me walk into a room through double doors. I could see a gold chain wrapped around her body with gems every eight inches or so. When I walked into the room there was a rather stocky short woman with blonde hair and short thick legs that were almost elephant like. Those legs are shaped almost like obelisks. She was standing at a console or some sort or table examining something. I spoke to her about California being gone and she said that I needed to write about it. I started to argue with her and I said: "Why?" that it doesn't matter as there is nothing I could do about it. She told me you can prevent things from happening if you write about it and told me you that I should write about it. I turned and looked at my partner Scott who was standing behind me, at the doorway, saying something to me… Something that I couldn't comprehend. He then turned and walked to the other room with double doors. There was music and a song playing from the corner of the room. It kept singing my childhood name "Donnie" over and over again. It was telling a story that I could not quite make out. It is a song, a story about my life. Then they started putting wires and things into the crown of my head. As this was happening, I was hearing and feeling a very intense tone and vibration everywhere in my body. I was yelling at Scott asking what was happening to me and I kept repeating this and I could not find him. In my dream it reminded me of when I was a young teenager and they ran tests on my brain in Boulder, Colorado in a hospital that was at the base of the Flat Irons. During that testing they determined that my brain waves were primarily in Delta Wave. I was yelling and screaming I wanted to know what was happening to me. I turned and ran into the other room and Scott was gone and his room was totally empty. At this point, I chose to wake up as this dream was so intense. I did not want to write about this one as it was very powerful, emotional and disturbing for me. I feel like I am going out on a limb in relating this experience.In closing, I encourage people to move to a different place of consciousness because if I can create change though writing about my dreams and visions, then you can create change in your thoughts and consciousness itself.

Sunday August 14, 2011 A.M.It was evening and I was walking outside, I was holding a child's hand his name is Zavier a wonderful, beautiful three year old that I know. While we walked outside, we came across a half a wall of marble and all around it, there was rubble… It was marble stone and it was laying all over the place in disarray. I could very clearly see beings in the clouds and I pointed them out to Zavier. As we looked up at them, sitting on their thrones, I noticed that it was a very large gathering of many, many beings in a specific ordered arrangement. As they were looking at us, Zavier was playing at my feet, on the ground. He would glance up a them while he continued playing with something on the ground. I pleaded with them to help earth and to help the humans, to give us another chance. I could see their faces and bodies sitting on their stone thrones. One in particular, was sitting higher than the rest, he was at the top center like a pyramid choir of thrones. I remember he had a beard and white curly long hair that was barely touching his shoulders. He was holding a large staff. These beings reminded me of the ancient Pantheon of Gods. I turned and walked into a building. It was a bright white light inside and I saw two people that I have known since childhood, Jack and Dixie. Jack whom has been ill for several years, but now looked healthy, was walking around making coffee in the kitchen. Dixie was in the other room and she was ill. I looked at my feet and I was barefoot, I thought I was bleeding, there was a reddish translucent fluid kind of like blood on my feet and also on the floor. My daughter Connor then appeared, she thought maybe it was ketchup or something. Jack and Connor helped me as I washed my feet and realized that it was not ketchup. I turned to looked out the window and I could see a very expansive lake and it was a lush green outside and very wet looking. Still inside the room, we were all standing, then a shorter man with short dark hair appeared just standing directly in front of me and his phone rang. He answered and quickly hung up and said, with a blank look on his face "I don't know how to say this, I don't know how to say this".. "But California is gone." I said "Gone?" He said gone, it had slid off into the ocean. As I thought of all the lost lives and at that moment, coming from the west, there was a shadowy wave of energy that engulfed the house, the lights went out and it became dark inside. . Then I asked, "Who called you?" He said: "I can't tell you who, but it is someone who calls me and tells me things." I said "I have someone like that too." I remembered thinking to myself that they have called me since my childhood in my dreams. That is how they would tell me things. That was how I knew about the tsunami hitting Indonesia since I was a child at the age of eight. We decided that we needed to leave. Surrounded by mountains, we drove north through the water and the water was everywhere. We then came to the top of a valley. From there we could see a long road that was headed to the Northeast. On that road there were many, many people on and surrounding the road.

A while back I submitted a meditational dream about future Hawaii. I have never been there and mentioned that I thought the area might have been Hilo. I was wrong. I recently used Google earth to survey Hawaii. The lanscape and mts\hills in the background almost completely match if one was to be standing hundreds of feet out in the bay in Honolulu. The upper platau that I had seen with the debris would fit exactly where Honolulu is and the height above. The distances of how far the mountain was to the center, right and left were exact. My mind is slightly blown over this.

A recent meditation brought about the seeing of the end to the drought in Texas, However, it was with a flood. Now it seemed as it rained hard, it wasn't biblically hard, just that the dry ground did not soak up water and everything stayed on top. This was seen to cause some places to be in water for close to a month.

In 2008, I saw these strange things in the sky for 3 months almost every night. I have to tell someone that may believe me. Let me start from the beginning; In 2008, I heard about this lady on YouTube that said, "There will be a big sighting on Oct 14, 2008," so I was excited and thought, "Wow, maybe so I will see aliens." I waited all night. Nothing--So when I went to bed that night I had a dream. I saw a beautiful rainbow at my back door in San Antonio but in the middle of the rainbow was a large eye. It scared me, so I screamed and tried to get away but could not. Then this passed. The next phase of the dream, we (my family) were eating and something was wrong with the food. It was poison but it did not bother us. Outside the dining room window I saw space ships flying around, almost like there was a war going on, but we were not scared. Well, that's all I remember about the dream. But the next day my son and I were on the computers and he said, "Look, there is a beautiful rainbow outside." I looked and sat out on the deck for a while. Then that night we were looking out the deck doors and saw three lights in the formation of a triangle. "So weird," we thought but after that every day on, I would go outside in a field next to the house and wait. There were little red orbs that would come every night, and white ones too. They would come close to me but I could not get close enough to get a look at them. There was a feeling I had during this whole experience. It was a feeling of just seeing someone that you have not seen in a while. A feeling of familiarity, hard to explain. These white lights would run around the house sometimes, and one even shot past my face so close I thought if it wanted to hit me it would have. My family saw some of the red lights, but I think they were afraid of what was happening or they were made to not notice. But one time my husband called me to the back door and in the clouds was a formation of a space ship. We were very surprised. After about a month or so of this, I went to a psychiatrist to get meds or help me because I thought I was seeing things. Well, I started taking the pills, but I still saw the crafts. So in Jan 2009, I wrote a email to one Robert Shapiro (benevolent magic blog) and asked him for help with this. He said he would help me. I still could not stop going outside to see them. One night, I asked what they looked like. That night I woke up because something touched my eyelid. I thought one of my grandchildren had had a bad dream and was trying to wake me up. So I got up to check on them and they were asleep. So I decided to smoke a cig. I opened the back door and in the clouds was a face. The face was that of a gray alien formed in the clouds. I never said a word, just looked and said to myself, "OK." The next night I went out to the field. I stood there as usual and waited. I would see the lights coming so I knew it was them but this time it was different because as I watched to see the little orbs come the light did not get small. It got bigger as it got closer. When it was just above me, I saw the most magnificent array of lights in a circle. I could not see the craft. Only the lights were bright white. I mean bright. They did not hurt my eyes to look at them. They were so pretty. It stayed about 1 min and then left. That was the last time I saw them. When I was about 2 or 3 years old, I remembered a big storm. I was at my grandmothers house. I heard thunder. I remember running to my grandmothers room to hide behind the big chair. All of a sudden I looked out from behind the chair to look out the window and I saw a very dark face. I always thought it was the devil, but now I know it was a gray looking at me.