I was standing in the middle of a roadway. It was a long straight road with no obstructions (like trees or buildings) on either side of the road. It was dark, so I really couldn't tell if the road was bounded by empty fields or desert, but I could see for a very long distance. The moon was fairly bright but not full because there was enough light to see but not exactly make out features of the land.

In the distance I saw a double conical shaped ship -- very shiny and brightly lit -- this may have even been the light source. It looked like it was made of chrome sections and then the in-between sections were where the lights were -- sort of like windows to the inside of the ship. It was clearly huge because I was quite a distance from it but could see it clearly.

Suddenly it started to open -- the sections began to separate and it grew quite tall with sections starting to swing outward from the ship as if they were on some kind of hinge. A violet light emanated from the top and bottom of the ship.

Quite suddenly it seemed an extension of one of the chrome sections came toward me sort of fluidly, and placed a very small domed shaped ship (about the size of a dinner plate) in front of me. It separated to a point where I could see inside.

Inside the tiny ship was a chrome sphere, that said "Hi! How ya doin'?" in a very cheerful, chipper voice. I said "Fine." Which, strangely was true. I wasn't afraid, just sort of awed by the violet light that now seemed to be everywhere.

The cheerful voice said, "You wanna know more?" I said "sure" and I felt myself hurtling toward the huge ship. --end of dream--

I just joined this site a short time ago and started entering my various dreams. Then I started reading other peoplesd dreams a few days ago. I read the 6/21/10 UFO dream of Marcus and responded to it. In Marcus' dream he states a CNN newscaster talks about UFO's. When I was done I went to my hotmail and opened the first e-mail from my best fried, Mary. She said, "I can't believe CNN just announced, "Are UFO's Deactivating Our Nuclear Weapons?" When I read this all I could do was sit back, smile and say, WOW! Of course I had tell Marcus and the rest of you. I mean, I can't even ask the question, What does this mean?

So-called real: I dropped some friends off and drove home. It was 9:30pm. I pulled in the driveway and got out of the car. I felt something funny and looked up for some reason. Approaching overhead and very very close to the ground was a long cylindrical metal object, absolutely silent, surrounded in fog with soft colored lights blinking. I just watched it go by, so silent, slowly cruising, not even air movement. I got very excited and ran into the house, looked up the associated press and called them. I told them what I had just witnessed and the guy on the other end was excited, "We were getting calls from New MExico about this! It seems to be moving SW to NE!" I was in Lincoln, Nebraska. He took my name and address and hng up (my name was in the paper the next day as one of the callers). That night I dreamed of people but I knew somehow they weren't human. They looked human but had an energy about them that was different; still, direct, intense. A blond woman looked at me and it was the eyes, something more was in them, direct, observing. She was beautiful and totally human looking but nit human. Then ayounger woman came and stood before me. She looked very much like the older woman but funkier in a retro/goth way. She stood in front of me and without words said, Show yourself. I felt extremely shy and looked away from her. Show yourself, she "said" again. And I looked at her, knowing I was just like her but had forgotten. Energy shot out of her eyes into mine and I felt painlessly electrocuted. Istood my grounduntil it was over.

Something is happening, not so much physically, but vibrationally < I don't know if that is correct. The veil seems to be tearing somehow. There are syrupy moments, fast and frantic keystone cop periods like after work today. I was almost hit 4 different times and there were accidents everywhere around me. My best friend was in the car with me and said, "Jesus, if we make it home in one piece..." It was just nuts - the energy was frantic, schizoid, angry. A few days ago I was walking to the library at lunch and was thinking about things/issues when I decided I simply think too much. There is simply no disecting or analyzing all the strange energy happening lately. I consciously allowed the troubling thoughts to rise to my crown and let them go. Instantly I felt powerful, centered, sort of out of body, other.
Years ago I used to read this newletter called On Eagles Wings or something like that. This Canadian guy who was into writing about everything that is happening now said something once I'll never forget, and it was resonating in my mind as I continued walking. We have to be like a cat that always lands on it's feet; awake, intuitively aware and flexible. Which my mind, loving to segue,swung toan I Ching verse. Everything that is ridge will break. Everything that is hard will crumble. Only what is soft, flexible and flowing survives.

One night I dreamed my Aunt Bette was getting married. My Aunt Bette was middle aged and wasn't even seeing ayone. The next moring while having coffee with my mom I told her about my dream and she shushed me and crossed herself. "When you dream of a wedding it means a death. Don't say anymore." Two days later my Uncle called to say my mom's (and Aunt Bette's) mother died. A few months later Aunt Bette got married. Dreaming about a wedding means death is a Greek thing I'd never known. I was adopted; a Viking among smallish olive skinned people.

I was named after my Aunt Chris. I loved her dearly. After she died I found myself next to her. She turned to me and smiled in surprise, "What are you doing here?" My Aunt Chris looked younger; her hair was black again, her skin was flawless, all the colors were sharp and clear but strange. The vision of her, looking at her, was comprised of millions and millions of tiny dots - are they called pixels??? At any rate, it just occurred to me in this moment, geez, is death a hologram too, a matrix too? I had asked my Aunt Chris if I was going to die and she smiled confidently and said yes. I woke up.

I rarely have very visionary type dreams but last night was one of only a few I have had so will share.

My husband and I were in our home with our 3 dogs, when my parents unexpectedly arrived for a visit. They were both a bit younger than they are today and were coming to say hello and tell us that we needed to prepare as the storm was quickly approaching. We looked out the windows and could see the skies almost filled with dark clouds.
We live in Colorado and were looking west towards the mountains, but you could not see the mountains where the storm clouds were. My parents were only there to tell us to prepare but did not say to leave. Most of the clouds we say were in groups of two streams. Those clouds were directly to our west. When we looked a bit south and west, the even darker clouds were there and covered the skies so that no mountains were visible at all. So southwest was getting hit by the storm the worst. All the clouds were coming our way but we still have time to prepare.
That is what I have taken from this dream. Prepare for the storm...

Usually my dreams are very vivid and long. My problem is remembering them after I wake. Sometimes I just get a couple of scenes to stick. These two were related.
In the first I was underground in a cave or collapsed building. It was dry and dusty and the dirt was a coffee brown color. "Me" (I feel like I was someone else in these sequences) and another guy were dressed like soldiers and waiting for our boss to go to sleep. As soon as my partner said the coast wasclear he and I scrambled through many passages to get out. These hallways led to a pile of rubble. Huge chunks of concrete, all dusty and dry. He kept watch for the boss while I scrabled up and out.
The next part I remember was arriving at a house. I drove up in a brown and white older model Dodge Caravan with aftermarket running boards (fake ground effects style like you wish you could race in it) and even a "visor" type of sun shade over the windshield. I drove up a muddy alley between regular ranch houses. This could be any neighborhood in LA or any flat suburban but run down southwestern town. The alley was a mix of mud and gravel like it had been raining.
My job was to deliver thevan to the waiting crew. The men were all Mexican orIraqi (Afghani?). They went to work arranging things inside the van while I just stood there watching, my job was done. They placed a person (and called him by name) into the back of the van. They made comments about how "this would work perfectly", at this point I realized the person was a dead man. I could see his muddy wet hair pressed up against the side window. They finished and parked the van as it was in a row of 4 or 5 other vans just 40 feet down the alley. The operation seemed to occupy the entire block since they were staging their car bombs this way, up and down the alley.

My Bride and I werewalking on the beach -- south side of the island we live on. It wasa familiar place, easily identified as it is the only 1/2 mile of sandy beach on the island. It was a beautiful day, and felt like early morning, with very little clouds in a deep blue sky. We were walking and looking for circular and conical rocks and coral to make "rock mushrooms".
Frigate birds began hitting the water far out to sea -- if we hadn't known they were frigates by their flight we wouldn't have known otherwise, they were so far away. The frigates appeared to have found a huge school of fish and we stopped to watch as it was unusual to see so many feeding in so small an area.
My Bride said, "Oh My God, look! A waterspout!" and pointed to her right (I was slightly behind her and on her left). I looked over and sure enough, there was a huge, slowly twisting waterspout, gray, but not connected to any cloud as they always are. I looked further to the right and saw another, and said, "there's more!" The more I pointed at and counted, the more that seemed to spring up. I remember saying, "I count one, two, three, four five, six, seven, eight, nine waterspouts!" And there were, stretched evenly across the horizon, twisting slowly and impossibly in a nearly clear sky, touching the horizon of the sea. The center waterspout moved toward us and the birds lifted off the water and began circling just outside of the edge of it, as if attracted to it, but not necessarily pulled into it.
Two birds flew from the orbit of the waterspout in the center to the nearest on on the left and began circling it.
end of dream (or recollection)

(Waking state) I was living in Upstate NY and painting old farmhouses with a group of friends. We talked about the ghost woman who would sometimes watch us paint. We knew she was there because we would suddenly smell her cigarette. She just watched us painting her home. Then one of us pointed up into the sky and we all looked. There were 3 craft whizzing about way up high. I thought it was cool but never thought about UFO's at that time. That night I was exhausted from painting and fell right to sleep. (Dream) I was on a table and sedated, calm, unafraid. Three tall beings were around me. I understood they were considering how to proceed with me. They decided and moved to my head area. One leaned toward my face and I heard the thought of another one, gently, carefully. And then I swooshed down into unconsciousness. (Waking state) The next morning I headed down the mountain in my car to get gas and only wanted $5.00 worth until payday. An old truck flew around a curve and me should have collided head on but something threw us a part. I stopped and jumped out of my car and ran back to see an old man sitting dazed in the truck. I asked him if he was okay and he just looked at me and nodded his head. In town I pulled into the gas station and went in to give my 5 to the clerk. I started pumping gas. 2 1/2 seconds later gas was gushing out of my tank, the pump lights were flashing and I stood there in shock watching the gas run across the concrete. I shut off the gas and ran inside, my words falling all over each other, "I'm sorry, I only wanted $5 and that's all I have, but it says $28, I don't know what happened, I'm so sorry.....are you okay?" The man just looked at me and blinked and shook himself as if out of a dream and waved me away with a that's-okay-I-don't know-what-just-happened-forget-about-it. That night in bed it felt like a snake was moving inside my forehead. In the morning I felt different, not quite myself. The snaking movement in my forehead and nightly dreams of other beings and space and odd sensations and sensitivities continued for years. I never of thought of UFO's. One day, making a bank deposit for the store I was managing, I was thinking I couldn't take this anymore. I felt crazy. What is happening to me? After making the deposit I walked into a bookstore on my way back and just browsed to settle myself. I gazed at a shelf of books. I felt a strange man looking at me and turned to him - he was 2 feet away. He was dressed in a 3 piece dark suit. He just looked at me, nodded and smiled a little. It wasn't a pick up, it was just weird. Nice but weird. I turned back to the shelf and picked up any book to put distance between myself and the dark suited man. And then I read the cover, Strangers Among Us, by Ruth Montgomery. My whole body rushed. I was relieved, thrilled and terrified but mostly terrified. After work I went home and through my stuff down and announced out loud, I can't handle this Sh*t. I can't be walking around day in and day out with this snake in my head, all these weird dreams and body sensations, and feeling what other people feel. It needs to stop now. I just want to be a normal person. This is too much. It's either going to kill me or make me go crazy (ya think?). And it did. Right then and there it stopped and never came back. And being the typical contrary human That I Am, I miss it. Well, once it came back. That night I went to sleep and dreamed of a pink light beaming into my heart and exploding it. Pink light suffused my room and the garden outside. I saw the being who deliveredthislightand thought,Oh hell... But it never came back again.....that I'm conscious of.