I had this dream about 2 or three years ago, but it was so clear I have never forgotten it. I dreamt that I saw "mushroom clouds" from nuclear blasts and the whole landscape was tinted red. There were very many of them, but more common were the posters of the atom bomb blasts that were posted everywhere. These posters had skulls super-imposed on the head of the cloud, as if the skull were coming out of the cloud.
Everyone was very afraid.

A few days ago I had a dream that was pretty vivid. I say vivid because I normally only have 3-4 dreams a year that I can actually recall. In this dream, I get a call from a friend who is some alphabet agency (CIA orNSA) who states that A nuclear weapon is to detonate "1 hour north of Seoul (Korea)".This guy would be someone that has access to this type of information, but as anyone who might get a hold of something this big - you wouldn't go posting it online as it may be bad for your health. In the dream, the only thing that happened afterwards (perhaps the next morning) was that I turned to some of my extended family whose house i was visiting and I told them about how this morning there would be a nuke that goes off just north of Seoul Korea. Of course no one believed me, but I told them that I had my sources, etc... About an hour later someone had turned on the TV, and just every channel you could think of had reports of a nuclear weapon that was detonated in Korea. I then tried my best to explain to my family that it was all planned out, and not to trust what the MSM was saying. Told them that it was all part a plan that TBTB were initiating. They of course didn't believe this either, even though I had just proved that I had a little better understanding of real-world events that were unfolding.

I was in an unremarkableroom or place - what was remarkable was the giant screen TV before me, which changed channels as each news story about Yellowstone concluded: In one, the reporter talked about the rise in temperature and toxins within the W. Yellowstone lake. The reporter was a female, and talked of how difficult it had been to deal with the Park Service and gov't officials towing the line in saying nothing unusual was happening at the lake. Yet she managed to film large fishkills and take multiple water temps and samples which then went to private labs. The results? Temps and toxin levels had killed off nearly all life in the large lake, and indicated major changes goin' on under the lake. Channel changed: A male reporter was walkin' among dead trees, well past barriers to keep tourists back. The ground was dead. No grass. No bushes, no trees, no birds - nothing alive. Then another channel change: A reporter voice-over talked over video of video of the steaming lake surface. The voice said their investigation had revealed no life left in the lakes, and further revealed a gov't coverup at how bad conditions had gotten in Yellowstone, with the reporter asking "Why?" Channel change to an anchor desk: The guy was talking about the GPS-measured "tilt-meter readings" indicating the Yellowstone caldera basin had risen an avg of 11 FEET. Dream ends.

11/21/2010
There was a sense of chaos and despair. Friends and neighbors were robbing and stealing from each other to survive. Some felt terrible about what they were doing but many did it without a second thought. Many of the personal boundaries of a civilized society were breaking down. There were no police to be found.

I am in a large, dark room. I have the sense it is a massive, ballroom. It is either dusk or dawn, whichever it is, the lights are dim and the place is filled with shadow. Many people come and go walking through the ballroom. I am with some people. I assume I know them, although I don't quite see any of them face-to-face. It's as if they are background. Someone quickly passes by and puts something in my hand. When I look at it, I see a very long, thin, black card. There is a large letter A on it. As I read it I realize it is an invitation and it is from the secret society that runs the world, that controls this reality. It's not the Freemasons, it's not the Astrum Argentum or the OTO or any of the usual suspects. But I immediately know who they are when I read their name on the card. I look up in panic trying to see the person who slipped the card into my hands. When I look back down, the card has been replaced. Now a regular birthday card is in my grip. I begin thinking, "Am I going crazy? Did I just snap? Is this how it happened to Lyndon LaRouche and L.Ron Hubbard? Was this just simply the kind of paranoid hallucination that creates a cult leader?" After this moment, the dream shifts to me, at a basin sink in a closet trying to spit up. My mouth is full of ashes.

Here I wake up and I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the secret controllers whose calling card/invitation was placed in my hand, even though I saw it and the name was so clear in my eyes and in my mind while I was dreaming...

I only remember a small part of this vivid dream.
I was being shown Saturn. By whom or how, i havent a clue. It was massive. It was in the process of eclipsing the sun from my point of view. I saw a planet or moon perhaps off in the far distance to my right.
It looked as if the rings of saturn were in chaos. There was a lot of floating debris.
I woke up around 4am and jotted down "saturn 23 degrees"

Im not sure if this is the correct category to post this dream; however, i intuited that this vision or vignette i was being shown, was of a future time and location, long after i've passed.
There was a clearing in a partially forested area. It felt like it was inhabitated and sparse but not primitive. I saw large trees that felt very old. There was tall grass that I could hear in the breeze. People were gathered in a horseshoe configuration in a clearing. They seemed to be gathered around a grave. I noted mentally that this was a "clean or natural" burial.
There was a lot of atmosphere: pollen, insects, dandelion seedlings. My point of view was standing in the opening of this half circle looking in towards the people gathered. The garb of these individuals were simple, muted colors. There was a striking older man with a large greying beard standing near the center of this horseshoe. He wore ritual attire and had a large walking stick with items attached to it. I understood he was an elder, officiating. I understood that there was an aspect to this funeral service that was key to assisting one in the afterlife. An aspect that we dont understand or have forgotten in our present time. Aside him was a yonger woman with very chiseled features. Both faces read as proud and sure. I recognized them both (although i have never seen their faces before). I felt a very strong affinity for them. I also recognized in the gathering, a friend of mine from this life who passed a few years ago. It was her - but different.
There was no sadness in the group. It took on the quality of a quaker gathering, but different. It was silent. People spoke intermittently. Everything from the clothing, to the semi-circle, to the location felt like it emanated - for lack of a better term - harmony.
I awoke from this dream, with a kind of calm assured happiness in my core that i have not felt for a long time.

This dream was very unusual... I don't normally have dreams like this. In the beginning of the dream I was in a place that looked like some type of Eastern European locker room of sorts. the floors and walls were all concrete, it was wet, the white paint on the walls was peeling. I was there with my ex from several years ago. we were talking about escaping this place for some reason. He told me about some theory he had about the "buckeye galaxy". He then gave me some paper about it, that he had written. Shortly after, the scene had changed and I was standing outside with my boyfriend. We were in a place that looked a lot like where I live, but it was a little bit different, some buildings were rearranged (the ones still standing). I Felt like we had just woken up and come outside. When I looked up at the sky I saw a triangular formation of "ships" they were rectangular with sever lights on the underside and flying in a perfect triangular formation. As I looked around more I saw several hundred "crafts/ships" flying all around the city. they were very large, like the size of a large military cargo plane, and colored gray/silver (like dull aluminum). I remember feeling very afraid and looking at my boyfriend and saying something... not sure what the words were. I didn't know what was going on other than there were giant alien crafts all over the sky. I was feeling very frightened as we stood there. I continued to look around and assess the situation and saw that several dozen blocks of houses/structures all around the city were just knocked down into neat rubble piles. Shortly after seeing all this I awoke feeling very shaken, yet relieved to find it wasn't true. I've not ever had a dream like this. I don't know what to make of it.

I have had three very vivid dreams. All of which happened over the course of the nineties. Oddly enough, one in 1990, one in 1995 and one in 1999. The first dream took place in a dessert type location and we were living in some sort of huge facility, like a university, it was all white with some dome roofing in some areas. I saw the whole building from the outside but then I was inside the building standing in an area that seemed to be a central hub with corridors leading off in every direction, large wide corridors and there were people moving like traffic through the central hub to and from varying corridors. In this hub was a huge wall of windows through which you could see the miles of dessert. At that instant while I was looking out of the windows I saw a huge mushroom cloud form off in the distance than I watched as I saw a wall of "vibration?" moving towards us, very quickly, but it all seemed to happen in slow motion and as I watched it looming toward us I could feel it too the force of whatever was coming, and then it hit the window shattered and I felt the force knock me to the ground. And then I woke up. I have never had the dream since.
The second dream happened in the valley of some mountains, I believe the Rockies in BC. In this dream, I somehow became aware of a looming danger that was coming and had to leave the valley, the valley was going to be flooded. I packed up what I could for the time frame was quick in which the disaster would be happening. I immediately went to tell my family. They were dressed to go out for dinner, and thought I was just being silly and how could I "know" anything. I left them and the valley and then I woke up.
The third dream happened while I was in a car travelling across grassy plains. I kept watching the clouds in the sky as they were very grey and stormy looking, yet very still and full. And then just like that the clouds closed in on us they just gradually lowered from the sky until the roof of the car caved in and everything was muffled and quiet. There was six of us in the car but I could only hear myself and my son breathing and then I think it was him who asked, are we dead, to which the reply made itself known as no and then I woke up.
I have thought of these dreams much over the years, never having them again, and wondering if they every meant anything. Since discovering your sight here a couple of weeks ago, I have been thinking about these dreams, in light of what is going on the world, and wondered if in fact they are related to each other and imply locations, types of calamities, or something. Either way I have always felt a need to share them, because although I have never had them again, I will never forget how vivid and real they seemed, especially the one in the dessert.

I am walking down a road along with other people ( like after a parade is over ) in our little community. I feel a flash behind me and I turn to see a Mushroom cloud appearing in the distance ( SW of my location about 15- 20 miles away by best guess). I immediately recognize the dange rto us and tell the people walking to jump into the water ( 2 - 3 deep ) in teh ditch running along side the road. I dive into it ( under water) immediately to be out of the shock blast that I know is coming. I know I survived but that is the end of the dream. No sense of timing as to when it will occur, or really where, but the land was flat and the ditch below grade level.