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.

Before I went to sleep I was thinking about the various"strangers" I've met in my dreams who seem to know me. I had been feeling down, blah, irritable for a few days because as much as I'm delighted to be living at this time, want to survive all the way through and come out the other side to be of some use, I often feel trapped, stuck, impatient. I have glittering moments of such clarity and quantum leaps (to me) in consciousness but I know there is so much more and I can't hang on to it because I have to get up, make coffee, go to work, pay the bills, take a furlough day which makes it hard to pay the bills.....and then I lose the glittering moment. In time the experience becomes a dim memory. At any rate, long story short, I reached out in faith (not fond of that word) or ridiculousness and sent this out mentally, I know you're there, whoever you are, and I know you are many. You may be my mothers, sister, brothers, friends, fathers, lovers, children in other places, and I know you know me but I don't know you. I need your help. I can't do this alone. I need companions on any level and I'm asking you to join me, walk with me, guide me, etcetera etcetera. While I was thinking this fervently I felt a substantial form over me. And then I fell asleep. Instantly people from everywhere and everyplace walked toward me. They were from other plains and places and most wanted intense eye contact as they walked closer then kept walking past. And then several young people (I'm 56) from right here, earth, came out of the shadows andrevealed themselves. It was like a scene from The Crow or something. They were making themselves available. They didn't speak but their names came to me. Three names out of the group; Justin, Jason, Marta. Thank you.

these were experienced within the last 6 months...
....hiding/being pursued by an armed force...i was armed and atop a hill looking down as some type of soldiers (for some reason they seemed chinese) in dark uniforms were hunting/searching the lowlands for i dont know what but it felt like they were hunting the last holdouts of free men....the soldiers were heavily armed...
....found myself sitting on my recliner feeling very, very hungry...i wondered why i hadn't eaten, then i looked at my legs (i had some type of shorts on) and they were thin as bone...

......it is winter...i am in the woods with a dog and perhaps 2 or 3 other people who i assume are friendly to me....we are being pursued by men and soldiers again in black uniforms...they are on sno-machines and horseback with tracking dogs...again it was very, very clear i/we were being chased pursued...we ran along a railroad line for how long i can't speculate, then turned down a steep enbankment and slipped into the woods below.....last was the sound of barking dogs....

A recurring dream/vision of an earthquake in a city with bridges and a space needle. Cars are thrown off of the bridges as they sway and the there is major devastation. It happens when the lower right quadrant of the sun seems to be blow away and is dark, which seems to be an impossiblitiy, therefore, it could only be at a partial solar eclipse or the start of a total solar eclipse. It seems to be Seattle or Vancouver BC because of the waterways.

I was walking in a steep hill above sea, I had a frieind behind me, the weather was good, I was walking on a path down to the sea. The sea was about 10- 20 meter down from where I was valking. The trip went well. Then I was valking the same trip, with my friend behind me again, suddently, the path narrowed and fog an rain started to set in, at the end the path was so narrowed that I had to struggle to not fall down into the sea. I stopped, and lie down on the path to wait for my frend that newer came, the I wake up. Dream on night to 30 of setember. I had a feeling the dream tryed to say something to me, like: Dont take too many chanses, or if you got lucky in one occation, it does not meen that it wil always be like this.