I have alway had wierd dreams...always. That's what is normal to me. They are very symbolic. This mornings dream was odd to me. It seemed to begin symbolic enough, but then suddenly I felt like I was in someone else's dream.
At first my son & I were at a large theatre. We were in line to see some play. There were many adults & young boys & girls around us, not all necessarily in line. Some of the boys were asking my son to play with them, but my son refused. At first I tried to talk him into going with them, but quickly changed my tone when I saw how they were acting & remembering that I did not know them, so what was I thinking? We kept on our way walking upward within the theatre.
Suddenly I was driving in my car on a road where I used to live. I asked myself how I got there & then told myself I would go up to the next road & turn around to head home to my parents. But the car sped up in time & I was further along on another highway. (This is where things felt real & not my dream) I asked myself on this next road, what is going on.....am I still dreaming...no...I'm not dreaming. Next, time sped up again & Iwas on a bridge that wasunder construction & alot of the repairs were in the lane I was driving, but instead of moving over or stopping or crashing, I went through it (seeing all the metal & concrete as mybodypassed through it). I told myself that I would find a place to turn around once I got over the bridge & was quite upset I would have to waste $3 to turn around & go home. Per ususal at this point time sped up even faster & I was in an underground or closed inmarket place.My dream mind told me that it's an amish market place& that I must be in Lancaster, PA. I was no longer in my car, I was walking with some other people around a walkway within the market place. I did not notice anything on our left side only our right. We all stopped at a shop door at the end of the market place. All of us waiting to go in this place. I noticed someone I know from church was there & that really confused me. As I tried to figure out what was going on, that's when I woke up.
Yes, this was obviously a dream, but I never realize or ask myself if I'm still dreaming in my dreams because I never know I'm dreaming until I wake up.

I know right, hwo can you steal the sun...well that was the plan for these nefarious aliens.

First we were under attack and I was being held by some unseen force that made it seem real hard to move. Almost as if a magnet was holding me down. I could only move in slow mode and I was made breathless by the effort.
So the alien ships were shooting very large black "beams" out and at the sun. Which created some force that allowed them to literally move the sun.
I don't usually have alien dreams but I often have zombie dreams, ironically my husband who often has alien dreams dreamt about zombies the same night. So while I was trying to escape alien attack he was kicking zombie butt.

On the morning of 5/2/2011 I had a dream that Iran set off a huge nuclear bomb. It was vivis but I can't recall any details about time or location.

It's several years after a societal collapse. People are mostly homeless, or living in abandoned buildings, and despite an overall sense of friendliness it's still tough living. Like third world conditions but even less organized. Me and some others decide to open a school, to give all the homeless kids something to do instead of wandering around aimlessly. We have a room with a generator outside, running a TV and VCR/DVD player with some education vids. Fast forward 10-15 years and the school's doing well, town is rebuilding too. The senior teachers, who were born in the 70s and 80s, now had graying hair. And periodically this human-like alien woman would come to town like some high official, and it would always be a big deal when she showed up. She had some supervisory role to make sure reconstruction was proceeding. Her name was "Saht." Dream ended there.

after having numerous lights in the sky visions and a feeling of wanting to get away from these lights this latest and most disturbing of the sequence from the past 3-5 years occured during daylight hours....an end to wondering what these lights are and why i felt compelled to get away from them as fast as possible or try to remain hidden.....it was light and i was in a small town with sidewalks and grass covered lawns....i was running and was fully aware thatmy life could end.....aside of me and nearer the street was another person also running for their life.....something told me that i needed to hit the deck fast and play dead as you might when a bear is attacking....i remember the smell of the grass as my face was planted in it...i dared to peek out towards the street and saw the person running aside me get shot by some unknown weapon from a silvery craft that was moving about 15-20 feet above the paved street....the xraft apparently thought i was dead and i worried that in might still detect life signs but it kept on going and continued "shooting" and killing....last thing i remember i rolled into the bushes..........

I was in a small jet (corporate Lear jet?). I was sitting on theleft side, window seat, just in frontof the wing. We were going down fast, not nose over, more of a controlled decent but very fast. I saw water out the window and we were flying only a few feet above it. We were going much faster than a landing at an airport. I heard someone say "brace for impact!!" The next thing I knew I was scrambling trying to get out.There was a huge hole where either the front or the back of the plane used to be. I can't remember which. I only know that the only thing on my mind was to get out of there before the water overtook us. There were at least 3 others on the plane. I know I was not the only survivor.

Lincoln, NE, 1:30am
I was in CA going to my condo (but I don't live in CA. I own a condo in Nebraska, and had been co-owner, until very recently, of a houseboat in Cedar Rapids,Iowa.) I went into my condo in CA and it wasvery different from the condo I actually own in Nebraska. I knew I was inCA on the coast. I left the condo towalk into town for something. (Now the dream becomes very confusing in my dream/mind). When I exited the building with my purchase I was caught up in all of this brown water full of debris. The streets were full of water over everyone's head. An old woman, hooked up to an IV and oxygen was being rescued by paramedics and they had her on a floatation device. I felt desperate to get back to my condo, or was it my houseboat I was looking for? I saw the houseboatcareening on the water down the street and it was going to hit me but it flattened and dove under the water right before impact. Now I was struggling to get to my condo but couldn't find it. It had moved. I asked people wheremy condo complexwas located and they pointed SW so I moved in that direction but it was gone.The land had shifted and moved. Piles and piles of white sand were piled up on the beach and it wasalmost entirely covered with deep, fluffy snow. Was I in Nebraska now? But why was there abeach and a huge body of water? Many of the buildings were wrecked but many were still standing. You just couldn't move out of them. The big dunes on the new beach kept the water from retreating - held it inland. The dunes were dry and some people were on them playing in the snow. They were amazed and full of wonder.
Lincoln, NE, 9:00am
I was shown the reason for all of the hardships and calamity was because we had forgotten the word (underlined, bold and caps) -WE.

In the dream, the country had been invaded and some areas had already been taken over, by a communist regime. For some reason, we were in some kind of camp before our area was invaded. Someone came and warned us: they were coming tonight, and when they get here, they would NOT be kind.In the women's bunkhouse, we had foam mattresses on the floor. I had a friend from Nicaragua or somewhere beside me on a thinner mattress. Mine was twice as thick, and it was because I was American. Non-Americans were not as privileged. It didn't seem right, or at least, I felt sorry for my friend so I decided to share her thin mattress instead of enjoying my nicer one. My friend's toddler got bit by a spider from sleeping on the floor.A couple of people from Multiply were in the dream, in the bunk next door. It was Iggy and Shadow! I told them I felt safer knowing they were over there (as if they would defend us from armed enemy soldiers, haha.) They had their own individual wooden bunks off the floor.Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, we heard the soldiers arrive. They were blasting their radio on a rock station. They came in the building and tied our wrists to a rope attached to the ceiling. I thought we were going to be left hanging there, but we had something to stand on. After awhile they let us down and then were interviewing us individually.They didn't have uniforms on, just a ragtag army though well-armed. They were mostly in their early twenties and looked like regular guys except for a few who looked criminal. Some of them wore plaid flannel shirts. They saw us as enemies, but I tried to treat them as friends, trying to let the light of Christ shine through me (unworthy vessel though I am). They started being a bit friendlier as they got to know us. Most of them weren't as fierce as we were warned, but some of them were very threatening.In an effort to stay alive and free, I offered to teach them English. For some reason, my Nicaraguan friend looked offended.I was walking through the camp and one soldier called me over to a temporary building they had set up. He wanted to show me something, he said. I was wary, as he was one of the criminal-looking ones. Then he showed me a door to an office and said I could work there if I wanted to. He said I wouldn't have to be outdoors all day and could go to the restroom anytime I wanted. (Gee...I guess I should be grateful, I thought sarcastically. Apparently otherwise we would be on a strict restroom schedule! Such is life under communism.)I guess the guy went and did something else, and there were some Americans just walking away from the camp in broad daylight. Do I dare follow them, after being offered a good job with restroom freedom and everything? I followed long enough to reach a vehicle that we piled into and drove off, up a long winding road.Eventually we reached a 3 way intersection. A couple of men in another vehicle told us if we keep going, we'll get to the city that's being taken over right now. If we turn right, where they were coming from, it goes to a town that was already taken over some time ago. We chose to turn right, as there would be a lot of violence in the other city.We came across an elementary school building, and drove around the parking lot. The windows were all smashed in and there was no one there except an old man behind the building who was scavenging for car parts. We decided not to park there because our vehicle would end up dismantled in no time.The End

Had a dream this morning, and Im not good at remembering them so I tried hard for as long as I could on this one.The first thing I heard loud and clear was July 23rd and saw it on a tuesday. I was standing on the side of at the corner of a building, a square brown stucco office type. I looked up and saw the word in big black or brown letters "REEVALUATION...". this was all I could see looking up and peering around the corner as the name or title carried on.
And I thought what do I need to get reevaluated for? And then it struck me that this was a gov. bldg; tall, big, square. I was alone and it was early morning it seemed. No one around and no fear. The bldg. was closed. I was on the side and there were steps going down and up and I was in the middle as these were in terrace fashion. You know, say 8 steps up/down to a flat spot/area then more steps up say 2o feet away with a flat spot in between. There was a wall, waist high kinda thing and same stucco opposite the bldg and me all the way up and down and I got the feeling I would realize we were pretty high up, like 200ft if I looked over it; we were in the sky. This was a fancy office type retail area that went on up and down.Any way it struck me after a good short look around, Crash Day!?!? And then I tried to keep the info and I was confused on a date because I had 7-27-11 now. After debating with myself this is what stuck; 7-27-11, or 7,9,11 as I added it up trying the numerology thing. Neither of these july days is a tuesday so who knows right. Major weirdness for me and the clarity of it is even stranger.

Yesterday morning the 22nd of April around 5 A.M. I saw a beautiful golden sphere with rays of golden light emanating from it and on the end of the rays which were all equidistant were golden spheres all racing towards me and out. It was very powerful and beautiful. It looks as if it were a golden dandelion exploding outward and racing towards us. The energy and golden light was so intense it startled me and I had to wake up and get out of bed for a moment. The dream I had of souls in the clouds was the morning of the 23 of April 2011.