I had a pair of boots just like my own, except they had wheels and a gas engine somehow, and they would carry me just like a vehicle. I was going to Lena for some kind of festival, and passed through a tunnel where there were several vendor carts selling baked goods. I got lost at some point, and saw a man dressed in goth clothes and asked him for directions. He said he would take me back to Palestine (a nearby town) where I could get better directions to Lena (another town, near Palestine) On the way, we passed a flooded neighborhood. I considered using Google maps from my phone but I didn't because I figured the signal probably didn't reach out there anyway. I realized it was time for me to go back home so I could get to work in time so I left. When I got back home (to my old room at my mom's old house) I got on the computer and looked up where I was, and there was something wrong with the mouse.

I was in Bobbejaan Schoepen's house (a famous Belgian singer) which was just like my apartment but with a large inside balcony in the living room and there were mannequins wearing women's clothes around. Him and his wife were asleep in their bedroom, but I was in their house for some reason. I stepped out the back door, and it was a dark windy night. There was a dirt road, and Thai men were loading boxes of something into trucks in the darkness.

I had this scheme to go to steal the world's largest diamond. Apparently some jungle tribe in Haiti had it, so I went to Haiti and when I got there, I had to bust this guy out of a prison because he was an expert jewel theif and I needed his help. I get to the prison, and it's this big fancy looking building with white stucco and red clay roof tiles and whatnot... It looks more like a rich person's villa than a prison. So I start climbing the side of it. Then I get to the top, look over, and see the jewel theif, looking at me from a window of a neighboring building and I was like, "Oh shit, I climbed the wrong building!" So I jumped over to the correct one, and got him out of there. We go into the jungle, and find the village where the diamond is. Apparently, the entire tribe went out to run some errands or something because the whole village is empty. So we just grab the diamond and run away. But when we're on the way to the boat that will take us home, some guy starts yelling at us to stop, and the guy gets caught, but I have the diamond, so I just get on the boat and start pushing it out to sea, then jump in. And as I'm sailing back to the US, it seems like the ocean is unusually crowded... There are people travelling on every possible method: boats, jetskis, swimming, submarines, etc. I decide to take a break at some island where there is a giant frat house with a party going on. I go inside, and the entire house is filled with protein powder, like, waist-deep. Everyone is drunk and riding sleds through the mounds of protein powder. It turns out that Tara Reid is at this party, so I pull her aside into an empty bedroom. We talk for a while, then I show her the diamond I had just stolen. She is impressed, so we make out.

First I'm shown a view of outer space, a comet approaches. Once it passes Jupiter's orbit, it strikes something like an asteroid. It shatters into a smaller nucleus surrounded by a large halo of debris. The whole group then makes its way toward Earth's orbit. Now I'm on my patio in Virginia, looking up at the night sky. The bright nucleus arrives first and can be seen sweeping across the sky from Southwest to Northeast, it doesn't hit our planet. But within minutes, the debris field hits and I see a river of shooting stars follow the same direction. A mist of sand or ash drifts down and I step back into the house to avoid it. Then the dream turns symbolic and it's raining vermin, as if to imply pestilence. The dream ends there.

Lincoln NE 4/9
There was so much clear water. The catastrophes had settled and people pooled together to help each other rebuild their lives. Our community was very simple, basic, made up of friends, neighbors, co-workers, and strangers. I don't know how our particular group came together but we co-existed peacefully. There were anout 40 of us. We made a fishing net to haul in all of the huge goldfish (carp) in the waters around us. If we hauled in more than we could eat we put them back. The land we lived on was somewhat hilly, brushy, some trees and simple huts next to a massive body of water. All of the people had become close like family. We didn't argue and fight. We were happy to be alive and have each other. And then we heard asound far off in the sky and I stopped to look and listen. It was moving toward us, a helicopter, and it was red and powerful looking. We'd heard about these helicopters seeking out the survivors who had grouped together but didn't know they were red - we assumed they'd be military, green or black. I remember I smirked, "so this has become privitized too". It spotted our village and came toward us. We were terrified andstarted to run to a cave we had found but it was too fast, and so violently deadly, scalpel-like as it fired and obliterated people, leaving no trace of them. I watched as they were hit and totally obliterated, including my ex-boss, an absolute sweatheart of a human being. I was so angry and overcome with helplessness. How are we a threat?! What can we possibly do to them? Nothing! After everything we've been through, why can't they just let us live out our lives in peace? It was overkill, so terrifying and violent, simply to cause terror and chaos and disruption. No bit, peripheral player was allowed to exist - only the "greatest warriors of their kinds"; political, financial, military. Everyone else had to go and only the greatest and best could live. It was a like living inside a video game of violence for the sake of violence. I had been happier living during this time than any other time of my life becausewe survivors were whittled down to the most basic things in life which allowed us to form true priorities - each other, cooperation, simple living, exploring. After surviving and finding each other it was like being reborn in middle age.

4-8-2011
I had re-occurring dreams last night that the price of silver collapsed to $10 an ounce from its current levels. It took 2-3 weeks for this collapse to occur, which is crazy.
GT

Nuclear Test at Johns Hopkins Bayview

Dreamed 4/08/2011, 5:30 AM, 22:41 Local Sidereal Time

I dreamed that I was a government employee, a researcher at Johns Hopkins Hospital, at their Bayview Campus in East Baltimore, Maryland (This is located near the top of the Cheseapeake Bay, and has a hospital as well as a large number of government-funded research projects in several additional office buildings).

We received orders to test fire a Nuclear bomb at Johns Hopkins, where we all worked. It had been a long time since any test firing was done, and the higher-ups wanted to make sure their bombs still worked. My boss passed the word to me that I was to "have the honor of detonating the bomb." This was to be an actual bomb, not a simulation.

Word went out to all the research labs, and soon there was a stream of bored, annoyed people heading into the fall-out shelters that were still in the basements of some of the older buildings.

It felt as routine as a fire drill, making preparations to set off this nuclear device. We kept running into problems. We couldn't find the launch codes. Someone left her purse in the office, so we had to delay firing until she got it. While I felt happy in the front of my mind that I had been trusted to carry out this complex task, in the back of my mind I felt something was wrong. Was it really a good idea to set off a nuclear bomb in a major city? Wouldn't it wreck everything? Shouldn't we announce the test to the quarter-million people living in the area, so they too could get their purses out of the car and get to their basements? My bureacrat mind had no thought about what would happen to the wildlife when the waters of the Chesapeake Bay were boiling with nuclear flame.

As I went around making preparations, I kept seeing empty glass vessels; an empty hourglasses, many empty glass tubes or pipes, an empty wine glass. "Why are they all empty, when they should be full?" I kept wondering.

The dream ends just before I turn the keys (in a grey fusebox in the basement of one of the old buildings) that will set off the bomb.
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Comment: No idea what this one means. At this time, the US Fed Govt is shutting down due to the budget disagreements. I had the feeling that bureaucrats "just doing their jobs" could kill large numbers of us. The empty glass vessels seem to mean 'out of time, out of resources, the end.'

I am flying from the Boise foothills with a figure who seems as if he has some native connection to the region. He is always in silhouette or just behind me, so I am unable to really 'see' him. We fly to the desert area of southern Idaho and land standing on our feet. As far as I can see east, south and west, the land has been scrubbed clean of all vegetation, and the surface is covered with a thin, hard layer that is cracked and curling up on the edges. The light is rather dusky, and I am unable to really know what time it is, or what season. I 'know' from the figure accompanying me that the Great Basin filled up again with water, and then dried up quite suddenly. I also 'know' the Snake River is no longer present. I can't quite figure if I am standing in the Great Basin in the past or in the future. The figure indicates it is the future. I am stunned by this and then I'm shown that the foothills and central mountains of Idaho are still quite present and intact. I ask the figure what this has to do with me, and he points north. Then he puts a handful of seeds in one of my hands, but I can't see them and can't really discern how large they are. He puts a stick in my other hand that has a fanned, jagged wooden end to it, and again points north.

During my childhood, I lived in a house which had a tool shed a small drop in elevation and disconnected from the main house by about 30 feet. In this dream, I'm standing in the tool shed with the door closed. Someone is saying "All you have to do is get to the house without getting wet". I open the door and the entire area is flooded. Only the house remains untouched because of it's elevation. I raise my right hand and say "Muon Extractor". A white-blue beam shoots out of my hand and slices through the water. It clears a path and causes the water to flow upwards on each side like in those Moses and the Red Sea stories. I quickly dash up to the house. Since Muons are subatomic particles, it's interesting to think what yanking them out might do.

Dream was incurred on April 3rd 2011. In my dream, I recall walking along the streets of a big city full of tall skyscrapers when suddenly a huge fireball explosion is seen from behind one of the buildings. The explosion and fireball produced was pretty big, and I remember grabbing a hold of my brothers by the hand and running away in fear. Others could be seen running away as well from the fireball explosion that ocurred and there was a strong sense of fear among the all the people that were running away. Nobody knew what had been the source of the big explosion. The dream had a sense of being a premonition or warning and to take preparations.