My dream starts with me somewhere in a sunny, warm climate. I was in a house that I have never been in but felt comfortable in yet in my dream I was exploring it. I walked into a very large room (felt like a church) where I watched a woman on her knees carefully dusting the tile on the floor with one of those brushes archeologist use, after a few moments her daughter walks in complaining of something I think she was bored and did not want to be there. The mother said something about the date of a ship, she thinks the date of a ship dates in the 1700's. Now there is a room attached with a window looks like a garage, so I look in the window and there is a blue sailing ship made of metal, its a bit rusty I look down into what looks like a dashboard of a car and there is a calendar in old school writing I remember numbers of 1210 or 1204 for some reason I am not sure but definetly one of those numbers. I shouted the numbers to the Mother and she seemed surprised. Now there is an earthquake but I am not scared, my next scene or vision is me outside where there is not much damage, I head to what I think is some sort of school and enter a race, I complete the race and am proud of this along with other people in my dream, and then there is another earthquake this time I am on school bus that is shaking violently the ground is opening I jump into the driver seat and drive it safely down. I am still not scared and no one was hurt. Now I am in a house that I have never been in its untidy and dusty, A scrawny cat jumps out and is crying and acting eractically and another earthquake happens. My alarm clock wakes me up. I am surprised I remember so much detail so I figured I ought to share this.

Please put humor aside for a moment, but replace it with joy, which is eternal happiness, not fleeting; that is the emotional context of the experience described here.
Some time between perhaps 5AM and 9:30AM PST on Sunday the 28th, I had a now blurry dream from something of the crew/set of one of the{Naked Gun}movies, with Leslie Nielsen speaking to me, (not w/ words, but emotional telepathy, as is common in my dreams.) There I got another 'message' from the eternal outside space-time (encompassing it), that I knew I was to (/or could) share here. (...And I apologize, I get many of these and don't, usually forgetting them quickly, and unfortunately, they make little sense in the (weak) light of our thin physical plane's day.)
Late on Sunday evening, I was very saddened to hear of the great comedian's death - I didn't know, and had completely forgotten about the dream..., but then I remembered something about it; then I remembered one of those special messages/ conclusions; then I believed to actually recall the message, but perhaps can't be certain:
"All the world is a stage, but WE need to go through it." (Yes, I know the first part is from Shakespeare.) It was a very light-filled message to be sure.
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Support: The night before, Saturday, I had Leslie Nielsen the actor on my mind by name, and it is a fact that I wrotemy Boise Statefootball-loving friend a text message: "Don't know if you'll get the movie reference, but "Laces out; LACES OUT!!!"." after their staggering loss in what may be Reno's greatest athletic event ever, as the poor, poor undefeated Boise State kicker missed his chance to win and finish the game - twice! Poor guy.
Final word: I will never forget, what is one of the greatest, easily reproducible moments of my life, where in one of Leslie Nielsen's movies,Naked Gun,he plays the fictional character Enrique Palazzo! -Never will forget how funny that is, bringing a deeper joy of life!...

the end of this morning's dreams ended a bit strangely. i was in my hometown, near the target in an open field and the doors were playing a concert that seemed quite unpopulated. after running to the front of the concert area, i looked into the sky and saw 2 or 3 upside down rainbows that were so perfect they looked like illustrations of rainbows rather than actual air. it was then that i realized that the rainbows shouldn't be upside down, and that they were actually raining chemicals on everyone, so i jumped to the ground and stuck my face as deep into the grass and dirt as i could. i then realized that others around me were unconscious, and that i (though a bit groggy) need to run to safety. i began to flee and heard a worker (who was wearing navy and seemed like a government nurse) saying that most people took another 10 minutes to become aware, and that i was the first to be present so shortly thereafter. others were being packed into vans (though standing and half-conscious). i was carrying two couch cushions, which i later discarded as they were inhibiting my running. when i returned 'home', which was by now san francisco and not my hometown, i noticed that many of my fellow concert goers were in my house/apartment also, and had just been dropped off there. at first i was a little startled, thinking that they would be zombies, but they were all fairly normal and so i began to accept them. i awoke shortly thereafter.

I dreamed I was sitting in the back seat of a car, and three zombies or things were peering in.

And without really thinking about it, it was almost reflex, I used some sort of telekinetic power to pin all three to three different cars, and then wrenched the weapon out of the hand of one of them and then proceeded to beat him about the head with the weapon. All this while sitting in the back seat of the car.

I wasn't scared or anything, all of this was more or less just reflexive.

And then I started to get more conscious of what was happening, and I started wondering what part of me those three represented and that when I woke up from the dream.

A few weeks ago I had an extremely vivid dream about spaceships. My very large mother spaceship (the good guys) was being attacked by another very large spaceship (the bad guys).

Somehow I "pushed" the attacking spaceship with my hands into the Sun so they could not attack my ship again.

That was weird...

I had this dream last night and another one like it about a week ago. The one a week ago is more vivid and very very disturbing. This takes place at night, outside,and it is dark with very large sport field lights. There seem to be large chickenwire fences everywhere with groups of people inside. I am with my kids, both teenagers, and we are TERRIFIED! We have no idea what is going on. It is noisy with shouts of military(?) men and the screams of citizens. The scene was reminescent of the rounding up of Jews in Germany. Then my my daughter is yanked from me and dragged in another direction against her will. She kept screaming "Mommy! Mommy!" But I was held back from going after her. It was a hellish and horrible dream and I then awoke scared out of my mind! My dream last night was similar and this time I woke up in a cold sweat. I hope this NEVER becomes a reality because I just don't think I could stand this kind of experience without my heart breaking into tiny pieces, honestly, Idon't think I could psychologically or physically survive.

I had this dream about a week ago and keep remembering it, so I thought it might qualify for submission. I seem to be high above a pacific coast beach, with part of the beach having high cliffs. There are many people enjoying the sand, sun and waves. I can't tell if I am hovering above or if I am watching from a large computer screen. Next, there appears to be a cursor above the water close to the beach, where the waves are breaking. This arrow cursor seem to be moving along the breakwater repeatedly. The ocean slowly seems to recede, out to deep ocean. Then a huge and slowly forming monster wave start to form and move inexorably toward the shore. I just know all those beachgoers are going to be dead soon. As I am trying to understand the cursor, I realize this is a manmade scalar wave! I then awaken, feeling quite frightened.

I have had reaccuring dreams in which I wake from and it's 3:13 a.m. I have felt there is some conection between the dream and time of awakening. One particular dream I was sleeping beside my daughter but had left my body. My daughter had also left her body and was sitting on the edge of the bed focused on the doorway. She was in a trance of some kind and I was floating above both bodies lying in the bed. As I looked at the doorway 2 dark shadow figures were there and I was extremely frightened. I was trying to get back in and body but was parilyzed. I was yelling to my daughter to call 911 that I was dying but she did not hear me because of the trance she was in from these shadow beings. When I awoke I was drenched with sweat and shivering cold. It was 3:13 a.m. My daughter was still sound asleep in bed beside me. I was afraid to go back to sleep in fear I might die. So I got up and stayed awake for 2 hrs. before feeling safe enough to return to sleep. My b-day also being 3/13 might have some connection with this all? Not sure yet. Have had multiple coincidences involving 3:13, Hotel rooms, waking, b-day seeing it on the clock every day. To many to be coincidence. It has become so natural in my life that if it was to stop I would feel something was wrong.

Myself, a friend and his child were being detained by government officials. We were told we were not in trouble but needed to go with them. I was extremely frightened and didn't want to go. I woke before being brought anywhere and wish I would have seen where they were bringing us before waking. Very disturbing and woke with question of what this meant. 11/24/10

In this dream I was outside and it was late night. Myself and a couple of friends, one being a military friend, were in a field. We heard something loud drawing our attention to the dark sky. In disbelief at what we were witnessing we became frozen on the aircrafts flying over head. As one plain was flying by another came in quick behind shooting rapidly at the one in front of it. The one shot blew to pieces and debri bagan to fall from the sky. Falling to ground as part of the debri was an S.U.V. Blazer type vehicle mangled but with someone in it. We could hear him gurgling so my military friend approached against my interest. As he returned to our location in the field he was yelling he's not going to make it, his injuries are beyond repair. At this moment soldiers, not friendly, beganrushing from the woods through the field in our direction. Behind us was a rundown playground over come by mud which we climbed into hide. end of dream