My biggest frustration is not being able to describe in complete detail my dreams. Lately they tend to have two seemingly un-related stages that are tied together.

In this one the first stage had me in a large arena/school/mall "center" for the people. It reminded me of Logans Run, the future bubble city. It was built like an airport, wide cement hallways. Everything was there, business, schools, shopping, entertainment, and indoctrination. I moved through large mall like passages with hundreds and thousands of other citizens, peacefully with friendly conversations all around. People knew me, and I knew them. I went to a scheduled gathering in an arena twice the size of a full sized basket ball arena. It was more of an ampitheater shape with all seats facing the stage. The large cement blocky architecture was more stark here.

Here is where the left turn happens. I realized I had a revolver, a .357, one I am familiar with. Not wanting to cause a big stir, and having no place to hide it, I stuff it into the back of my pants and pull my shirt over it. I didn't stay at the gathering and as I was leaving people were calling my name and saying "your gun is showing". Nobody, not even me, was very concerned about it. It was more of a decorum thing.

Flash to San Jose. I am walking towards 1st st on E. San salvador and cops are looking for bombs under cars. I try to keep my pistol in my coat pocket as I go towards the [Eagle1 edit] Club.

If this dream has bothered me all morning it must have meant something. So here it is, as much as I can recall. I was in a large plain room with a blue industrial type carpet. It was a room to which the public had access. It contained chairs and what looked like partially dismantled devices; I could not tell what kind. They were black. Other people were present, a couple of men and a woman. I was acquainted with the men.

I struggled to find the parts of an experiment I had previously run and to remember how it had been assembled. It was hard to remember and my fingers were not deft. The woman, who was 40-50 and had short curly blonde hair, sat in a black chair next to me. The chair was very elaborate, as if it had been part of a virtual reality setup.

She obstructed me somehow and I hit her in the face, not hard enough to hurt her but definitely enough to be noticed. My inner person was horrified at this act. The woman took notice but not offense. She repeated the obstructing behavior (it had to do with something she said and the way she said it, but I can't remember the details now) and I cuffed her again. My inner person was shocked at this lack of self control.

Then I woke up. Please note, I do not hit people in my dreams (or irl, either). Nor do I worry about lack of self control. I should not have had this dream and have never had another one like it. Typically there is a message, often a pun, in a dream that sticks with me, but I have not yet figured this one out.

"cuffed?" "striking?" "black and blue?" "blew?"
"black cheer (chair)?"

I need to do a little shopping but maybe I'll just stay home.

This dream took place on Oct 2. In the dream, I was trying to communicate with an acquaitence of mine who works as a firefighter in southern California. He and I both had advance warning of a major quake that was about to hit the southern California region but nobody in an official capacity would take us serious. Since he works in disaster relief in that region, he was frantically trying to warn those that would listen while others were trying to silence us. I recall that somebody did not want us to cause a panic and there was also a fear that our warnings would have an economic impact which was undesirable.
In summary - people knew that a very large quake was about to hit southern California but others did not want this information to get out as it would cause panic. The timeframe (relative to the dream) was imminent however I do not know how we knew in advance that the quake was coming. I believe my source was differnet than my acquaintence in So Cal and when we realized that we were both warning of the same event we knew there was a good degree of credibility to the claim.
The dream ended before the quake hit.

When I first sawthe Money theme (and with only 4 submissions) I thought, Jesus, George... and knew I would never submit a dream in that category. Here I am. I have never played the market and have no idea what it means. Probably the nachos I ate for dinner. This sounds ridiculous to me but here it is: In my dream a little old, very old lady with a New York accent said, "Money futures. Money futures is the way to go." Now I'm going to Google money futures and see whatit means.

This dream happened a few days ago. I dreamed we were November 8, 2010. The sky was blue. Suddenly appeared a gigantic spaceship. The funny thing about this spaceship was that it seemed to deploy itself in a very geometrical pattern: like a giant Rubiks cube that would be spread horizontally, then diagnolly. I don`t have the spatial geometry vocabulary to explain this. Or like a giant Origami that would open up fold after fold. It was unfolding as if made of paper but it was solid and metallic. It looked very much like a lot of alien spaceships you might see in movies, except that there were many colors. I was not felling surprised at all, it was as if everything was normal, as if I knew it was supposed to happen.
Then a number of smaller ships came out against the blue sky - all having very vivid colors, blue, yellow, magenta, they also had this same geometrical deployment in space but on a smaller scale of course. Like suddent flashes of colored light that were appearing one by one - it was quite beautiful in fact, not really scary.
I remember thinking: now it starts. That is all I remember.

I had a dream a few nights ago that [Eagle1 edit] was hit by a bullet and was in a coma. Everyone was worried. Chaos.

A couple of months ago I had a dream of seeing a large city, barely, because the sky was so dark, black, with just faint images of skyscrapers.It wasthe middle of the day. It wasn't dark because of natural clouds and it stretched from horizon to horizon.The city felt lifeless, or everyone was inside. After a time the western horizon started to lighten and then a brilliant chink in the darkness started to show the sunlight.

I often hear numbers in my dreams with no explanation of why they're significant. Last night, "Eleven sixteen, eleven sixteen, eleven sixteen." until I woke up to write it down.

I had a dream last night where there were 4 ostrich sized eggs in paper egg tray on a small table. 1 egg was white, the other three 3 were colored like the planet earth.

I took the first colored egg and had this really short dream that basically said 'who ever takes the dream egg will not remember until a later time what its about".

I took the second egg and the same thing happened.

I took the third egg and I was thinking, at least in the matrix there was only one blue pill...

I took the fourth egg and went into the strangest dream I ever had, it was all symbols, like archetypes and shapes, like math symbols or tarot cards from aliens, nothing familar in what was flying into my head, thousands of symbols, but it wasn't frightening, just like someone put an information pipe to the top of my head and put the faucet on full blast.

Of the symbols that I can remember, some were like the Air Force symbol on planes, the one with the star in the circle and banners on the side, except instead of stars were the faces of famous human looking people and the symbol itself was like embossed brass or gold, like they were trophies or collections and I lost count of how many of these faces were on these golden winged symbols. It was like they were flying into my visual range through this large tunnel directly in front of me.

It was over almost as quickly as it started, and I woke up from sleep. I told myself I gotta write this one down. I have no idea what it was about - but maybe like it said, its for a later time?

Since I started sharing my dreams on this website they're just flooding into my memory...
I's been thinking about my origins; who am I really and where am I from? I was thinking this, and wanting answers - no mnessing around. In my dream I was moving through space and a thought-voice worriedly kept saying, "Your body can't handle this, it will die." I could feel my heart becoming stone. Even though I thought it might kills me I kept on. I didn't care. At least I would know the truth. There was a pretty planet in the distance that was a shell pink color wrapped in wispy clouds. I was propelled towards it and found myself standing on it in front of my father. Not my earthly father. He would not allow me to see his face. I could only see him from the neck down. He was tall and wore a black cape-like garment lined with the same shell pink of the planet. I think we were standing in the mountains of the planet but there were earth-like rocks and green grass - no, we were back on earth and he moved toward me, turned me wround and put his arm around my shoulders and showed me the earth. He was telling me things through thoughts that I don't remember. The only thing I remember was knowing what I was seeing was the condition of the earth many years from that time (I dreamed this is 1985). The ground was burnt and all the trees, as far as I could see, were burnt and still smoking. The sky was grey. Everything felt dead.