I had this dream the morning of November 4th, 2010. It started out with me and my GF driving in my car at night, and we where going to get dinner. However, we saw a 13 year old boy who needed a ride. Normally, I don't pick up hitchikers, but I figured the kid needed a ride. We drove by the Hospital, and my GF had to use the bathroom so I parked outside the hospital and let her out. About a minute later, the kid and I looked to our right to see the clear night sky, and we saw a huge cherry red meteor crash into the desert way out into the distance. The sky exploded in white light, and I knew something was wrong. There was no destruction; just light. Suddenly, I looked out my moonroof and I saw three blue and yellow orbs with narrow cones sticking out from the front flying from where the meteor crashed (they remind me of a painting of the Virgin Mother and the Baby Jesus, and in the painting in the corner is a UFO). The UFOs' size in the sky was like a marble that kids play with. The three UFO made acircle around, and startedshooting orange lasers at,what seemed to be thin air. Suddenly, I saw red lasers firing back at the orbs. I realized that the red lasers where coming from smaller UFOs colored dark orange in the shape of bottle caps. The Blue/ Yellow UFOs won, and the other UFOs exploded. The Blue/Yellow UFO moved to another section of the sky and did the exact same thing, circling and firing orange lasers at invisible UFOs shooting red lasers. Each time this happened the blue/yellow UFOswon. I wanted to go into the hosptial to get my girl friend, but I was so scared that I could not move; I could only watch in horror. In the back of my mind I was wondering "Who is winning? The good guys, or the bad guys?" I woke up startled a few seconds before my alarm woke me up.

10/31/10
In my dream I was writing a philosophical treatis of some sort - maybe on Nietzsche - I was in the house where I grew up in my parent's bedroom. My old undergrad philosopher professor was there and he was helping me put the writing together for a slide show. I've no idea what I was writing about, but the patten of the paragraphs meant something. As I was writing, my pen became very heavy and started to pull towards the west. I wrestled with it for a bit and then just let it go. It flung into the door. I went to retrieve it, but when I did I looked out the window where I saw a very strange cloud formation. They looked like dolphins over the mountains in the west (I stared out in Ohio and ended up in Colorado). There was a feeling of dread that came over me, like this was the beginning of something horrible. I've no idea why dolphins represented that - perhaps in a "So Long and Thanki for all the Fish" sort of way.

meeting with a group of people who are "alien" hunters...we are in a darkened room/cave....the leader, a young man, shows/gestures with his hands:"they are only 2 feet tall" and explains that they use jewels to find them....he shows me trays of various jewelry, color coded i.e each tray holds a different color...one tray of ruby colored stones,earrings are especially nice, but the platinum bracelets are cool too..Then a woman in a all-in-one suit comes close,.She laughs and states "those are the best" then starts to explain how weight matters too, "why I weigh 150 lbs and it helps" Somehow I would know how " it" helps..Time is up, for the meeting...Now comes the hunt.....They all disperse toward the door/light.....and I awake with the images of trays full of jewelry,shining, deep bluish red light, still in my eyes.....

I am sitting on the floorin mybedroom. My legs are drawn up close to my body with my head on my knees. My eyes are closed. My arms are hugged around my legs. The wierd part - the air all around me is a slate blue color. I can feel the blue air moving around me. This dream left me very depressed, as if the world had become an awful place to be.

My 11 year old daughter and I had the same dream last night. We both dreampt that we moved to a new home. While the look of the house in our 2 dreams were different, we both dreampt that is was out in the countryside...away from suburbia, and away from where we are now. Both houses were very peaceful, and free from stress. What is the chance that we had the same dream?

A feeling of being chased featured strongly at first. I was not alone, walking up and down mountain roads (idyllic) with a group of people - it felt they were my friends but I can not recall faces or names but it had a familiar feel to it. We walked at first and then started running. In the distance we could hear choppers approaching and suddenly they were above us. Starting firing bullets at us - shooting at us. Huge military helicopters. Just over our heads. Really low. Bullets hitting left and right of me. I fell down, duck down in a mould in the ground, a person/friend just above me pushing me further down, shouting at me to move to let them shelter as well. i tried to move but almost was unable. Then rolled over and was hit in the right arm first, turning round in pain and shot in my left side of the torso - through the ribs, it did hurt - a lot! Suddenly there was silence, the army guys were walking amongst us, picking us up. Came to me, and when picking me up to shift me a pain went through me, and I could feel bits coming up through my throat - bits that felt like small little crumble from my lungs. I had to spit them out. I almost choked. Then I blacked out. And when I woke, I saw being carried into a building that was called "Rudolf Hess Medical Research Center". - That was it, woke up. Feeling a rumble (defo no earthquake I checked). But it left me feeling really uneasy.

Have dreamt for last 2 days about being up in the mountains with groups of people. The first dream was some place near a body of water and the rock was composed of white and black granite. Second dream was less distinct but again up in some rocky mountains with other people.

woke up this morning remember a small piece of my dream. I was listening to someone talk while i thumbed through their book. It was blue and hardbound. I don't remember the title. The author's name was T Estman or Eastman.
In the book, about a quarter of the way down one of the pages was a small indented paragraph that described a time traveler, or time travel event.
then i woke up.

I had this dream two weeks ago. I was in Gander Mountain with my son. In my dream my son was still 12 (he is 25 now). Anyway, in this dream there were hordes of people in Gander Mountain and people were buying as much as they could in the way of camping and hunting gear and in the way of dried foods. They were selling out of tents, camp stoves, water containers, everything. We were getting supplies and were going to head to Canada. There was a sense that something horrible had happened and we needed to get north to escape. My son was sick and I was terribly afraid for him. I looked around once to find him and he was in the corner on the floor, clutching his stomach. He was drinking something out of a bottle, it looked like a protein drink but was chaulky. I don't know where he got it, but it made him feel better and we were able to get our supplies and get out. I had the sense that all I was there for was a tent, that I had the other supplies that I needed. People were very afraid of having to travel in Winter and there was a sense that people would be walking part of the way.

10/28/2010 05:15 AM EST
Scene 1.
I dreamed I was sitting with my wife in the front row at C---G--- Presbyterian Church (1). Pastor R---, a Stephen Colbert look-alike, is preaching. Everything feels forced, unnatural, and uncomfortable; The phrase, "Pretenders pretending not to pretend" comes into my mind.
After the service, a woman asks me to translate an announcement into Russian and then give the announcement in 5 minutes on stage at the church. It is something about 'where you can find help for your business.'
I feel this is crazy. I have no Russian/English dictionary, and there is not enough time. I try to do it anyway because it is 'for the refugees,' and I seem to get most of it right. My wife leaves the building, exasperated, while I work. I have to leave the building soon too!
Scene 2.
I dream of a single Russian word, printed in black Cyrillic letters on a white background. The middle of the word is fuzzy; only the beginning and end of the word are clear;

It could have been ЖИЛИК or ЖИЛЬНИК. (2)
Dream ends.
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(1) I have not been to C--G-- church for over 10 years. Pastor R-- saw himself as a corporate executive and believed that large numbers of churchgoers could best support the large corporate salary to which he felt himself entitled. When C--G--'s numbers did not pan out, he 'was called' to a larger church elsewhere.
(2) I have not been able to find these words, "zhilik" or "zhil'nik" in my Russian/English dictionary. Of course, it was a dream, so its very likely they are not real words (3)-- But the root "zhil--" could be the past tense of the word zhit' = to live; may be related to strength or durability.
Suffix --nik is a diminutive attached to the end of a word to convert it into an adjective to describe a person with those characteristics; Thus 'beatnik' is someone who has the beat; a refusnik = someone who was refused (exit from the USSR); an apparatchik is a person who is part of the soviet apparatus ie., a bureaucrat, a cog in the machine... 'Zhil'nik' or zhilik, in this context, would be someone that lived, or was strong.
If anyone knows these languages and recognizes these word(s), let me know.
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(3) PS - If you say them near a bureaucrat, and s/he appears to turn into a leezard, run for your life :-)