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

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...