I rarely remember my dreams. This dream occurred to me about two months ago. It seemed like I dreamed it just before waking.
I was in a watery place -- like being sea-side. I saw no real land, although I felt I was near the shore. The place was full of reeds, tall reeds, a dense growth of tightly packed yellowish/brownish/greyish/whitish reeds of uniform height as far as I could see. There were places where there were no reeds and one could see the face of the water, but 75 to 80 % of the landscape was reeds.
I was familiar with the place, somehow. I knew it was a "middle ground" of some sort, below a higher plane, and above a lower plane. It was a terminal, a jumping-off place, a station of some sort where one departed to other planes, and returned from them.
I couldn't tell if the water was salt or fresh. I was not aware of any wildlife; I did not sense the presence of anyone else. I don't remember any sounds; I think the weather was sunny but I'm not sure.
The only emotional flavor the place had was one of familiarity, and a feeling like you might feel towards the end of your commute home from work when you reach a intersection or train stop that means you're almost home. It's like I was returning to my body after a journey to someplace else.
A couple of days later I read something about the Egyptian Book of the Dead. (Actually I think it's Books of the Dead, because the contents were variable.) According to what I remember, Egyptian culture maintained that there was a Sea of Reeds in the afterlife. I think it was not an end point but a passage to a destination.
In the Bible, the Children of IsRae22l escaped from Egypt by traveling through what we call the Red Sea, but in Hebrew it's the "Sea of Reeds". However, this is understood to be a physical sea, not a metaphysical place as in my dream, so in the case of my dream the Egyptian interpretation seems to apply.

I have just had this dream about large numbers of people committing suicide because of their computers. I awoke with a feeling of gut wrenching panic as if something terrible had just happened. As I was waking I could hear psychically vast numbers of people screaming in panic.

I dreamt that i had went to, i suppose, a pyramid in Giza and found an entrance at the top of the pyramid. So i went in the shaft that went straight down with a rope and i began to repel into this gigantic chamber that was totally dark buy as i went down this glowing turbine began to become aparent. I was in awe at how efficently it worked even after thousands of years of operating. I repeled past the slow moving blades to find this tunner that glowed as well that seemed to snake on forever into the earth. When i walked into it i seemed to zoom through it going down for a long time but never made it to the bottom.

Had a similar one years before where i find this underwater cathedral that is built so beautifully with the sun shining through stain glass windows. there is a pool of water in the center of the large room and i dive right in to find this huge network of intersecting tunnels.

So i was with my family on this platform on the side of a mountain at night over looking a city. The sky was cloudy but there was this huge explosion behind the clouds that you could faintly see. then ice started raining down that i knew was from a comet that slammed into something in the sky. then the comet fell from the position it was in and crushed the city below. So in the dream i knew that a huge alien spaceship stopped the meteorite from killing us. they were good guys. then came the imposters. These spaceships came from out of nowhere and were killing ppl. but i was able to get a glimpse and saw that these ships were being controlled by humans!

This is my wife"s dream.
She is out and about in te world and realises that the whole world is some kind of farm and that the it"s all like a stage play, an illusion. (E.g. A man pretending to be Cliff Richard walks by, but he is only 5ft 2" and unconvincing.
Some shooting breaks out and bullets hit my wife but it is as if they are unspent rounds that just fall on her. People scurry around to get cover and my wife decides to enter a building and go up a couple of floors to hide in a cupboard.
When she opens the cupboard door there is a white painted room inside and around twenty people (men and women) sat around a table, drinking coffee. They are all smiles and say "Welcome". My wife is aware that these are the people who have been running the "show".
She challenges them by saying how it is all an illusion and that even their actors are unconvincing now (re: Cliff Richard above). She leaves, goes downstairs and, still in the building, is greeted by a man in his early twenties who, she somehow knows, is their son. He is friendly and seems to want my wife to look after him. There is a blast and he is burned, down the front of him.
My wife puts him in his car and shouts for help as she doesn"t know how to drive this type of car. A woman saunters over, unconcerned. She can"t drive it either. At this point my wife has another intuition that this is not real either and the car, the young man and the woman disappear.
She looks towards the double doorway that is the exit and workmen are starting to demolish the building. She goes outside onto a grassed area where the light is now golden. George Ure comes over to her laughing uncontrollably. "It"s all been an illusion," she says. "I know," he manages to say through his laughter," and it"s all coming to an end. It"s all finished."

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...