It is pitch dark outside. I am in my neighborhood where I live in real life. There are bits of light here and there from porches or yard lights but the houses are dark. People are hiding, but not hiding in their houses. They are hiding outside, dashing between homes and garages, hiding in the bushes.

I am in a the side yard of a house about a block from my own. I can hear them coming...somewhere behind me...the sound of horses and the shouts of men. I hurry to the front of the house and curl in a little ball on the concrete sidewalk that is in front of the breezeway that connects the house to the garage. They are so close. I can hear the horses snorting. Their hooves make the ground shake.

The horses and riders burst through the narrow space on either side of the house - a group to my right and one to my left. There are too many to count. I close my eyes and somehow make myself invisible. It is like slipping into a little time/space pocket where I can see them but they cannot see me. The riders are wearing headscarves and flowing robes and carry curved swords. I can hear them shouting, but it is kind of muffled from my time/space bubble and they thunder past me.

After they leave people come out of hiding. Not massive numbers. A man here, a woman there. We gather together, somehow knowing we cannot go into the houses. It is not safe to go in the houses. They will be waiting for us there, they are going house to house.

Then I find myself in some kind of a warehouse out in the middle of nowhere. It is dark outside. Some of the people who gathered together from my neighborhood are there. All around us, asphalt. There is a tall, tall chain link fence with gates and men watching the gates. There is a small plane runway. Periodically trucks come or a plane. There are men there, maybe National Guard, but not a lot. It feels fairly empty. There are several buildings, all gray concrete with big sliding doors and the space inside is not totally empty, but nearly so. Some things on pallets here or there. The space is enourmous. Cavernous. I wonder if it is an airplane hanger.

No one seems in charge but it is not disorganized. People are doing what they are best at, whatever that may be. There are not a lot of people, no crowds. There are a few here or there unloading one of the trucks that came in. A couple are talking on radios, contacting other areas. I am in a small room. People come up to me and give me a bottle of aspirin or cough medicine or whatever they have. We are pooling our resources. I'm taking things in and organizing, but I don't accept everything the people offer. "Keep some with you. We don't want to have everything we have all in once place." We are trying to share and yet keep supplies dispersed at the same time. "You don't know what will happen."

There is determination on the faces of the people. People do not appear afraid or angry, simply quietly going about doing what they can do. I feel somehow attached and detached at the same time, like I am watching everything from a distance even while I play my own part.

I wake up and part of my brain still hears the horses crashing through the bushes on either side of the house. I want to go look out my window toward the house where I slipped into my time/space bubble but I'm afraid I might see myself curled on the concrete sidewalk, or a shimmer of me left over, lingering from some other time/space where there were horses and men crashing through the bushes...

On Sunday Sept 19th [or early AM on the 20th] I had the most unusual dream of my life. because it was so physically real. The dream had three parts, yet they seemed to be related as in "

This dream was definitely vivid and definitely out of the ordinary for me. I was walking through the near downtown area of a medium sized city (unknown). Even though I work in medical (physician assistant)in this world, in the dream I am working at a JC Pennys type of place. I am walking through an open parking lot, like those around big shopping malls, and the lot is covered with ice. I am enjoying "skatiing" as I walk on the lot. I see a medium size jet plane (like a 737) flying low near me. The markings on the jet are the logos of various banks, such as Bank of America, and other banks. As I watch the plane, it is all of a sudden upside down and flying really low to the ground, over a street, like it is going to land, but it is upside down, so how can it land? Just then, it loses all lift and just drops straight down, onto the street, near the JC Pennys type place. I walk by the plane and there are injured, to various degrees, and bystanders are helping some passengers off the plane. It looks like it may catch on fire - there is some flames and some smoke. I then walk to the nearby hospital, to volunteer my medical services. There is a row of injured in bays, like in an ER, and there is a doctor for each patient. Each patient has a label, like "wide facial trauma" (very specific). One of the patients closest to me says to me, "the CEOS were on another plane." Just that, nothing more. As I had asked to help, a nearby doctor says to me, "well this is trauma; there are fractures over (there)." The dream ends there, abruptly.

I'm usually reluctant to post dreams which might just be my subconscious knitting stuff together that I've read about. But, an interesting dream nonetheless. Especially with news of ufo's messing around with nuclear missile facilities. That would be a good start to eliminating major state power. In the dream, I'm watching a gigantic round alien craft floating down out of the clouds. They begin to broadcast a message. It's saying "You have completed the wrong course. Major state power is over." I got the impression that minor day to day governmental functions like lights and water would be allowed to continue but no more big wars and such. Then it's saying "A million years agodiseasewiped out your best and brightest, since then you have been a dimmed species." "Justness and Justice is the natural product of evolution, your concepts such as strength, weakness, superior, and inferior are the signs of a damaged intelligence."

In this incredibly vivid dream, I was on this 'wooden' cruise ship. It was fairly large and had many levels. There was an important man describing how in very short time the waves on the ocean where we were would violentlyjostle and destroy the ship. By that time, the passengers were shocked because already the waves were coming up over the deck.
As the hours dripped by, what the 'important' man said was coming to fruition. The seas began to rage and pieces of the wooden boat started to snap off and fall into the water. Suddenly something inside of me cracked into action, and I found myself feeling responsible for the entire boat population. Fear turned into joy. Mental assault turned into excitement. I made my way up to the deck, near the middle where a wooden mast with a sail stood. A little girl, roughly6 years old, suddenly became my focal point of helping. She was lost and couldn't find her way, and was crying.I started speaking to her through the crushing blows of the waves. She had deep dark brown eyes, dark brown hair down to the middle of her back. She could see the joy in my eyes and the excitement that radiated, and she asked why I was so happy. Others gathered around me because they wanted to know too. At the proper time, I told everyone that I instinctively knew we were all about to die, and today is the day I would see Jesus face to face. The excitement built in my voice as I explained to now even more people joining the conversation that we're all doomed and sinful, and that we have to be perfect to go to heaven. I was yelling, pumping my fist excitedly as I told the crowd that Jesus came from heaven, to become a man, he lived a perfect life, died on the cross to pay the death penalty that the Father demands for my sin, and screamed that Jesus was resurrected. Wails came from the crowd, many many people kept saying over and over, 'I'm sorry, Lord, I'm sorry. How can I be saved?" People were asking ME how to be saved!!! I felt so unworthy to be telling them this, but I said, 'believe in the Lord Jesus and confess that the Father raised Him from the dead, and you will be saved'. Hundreds of people fell to their knees, repenting, asking Jesus to take their place and their punishment for their sin.
Mind you the boat was violently going up and down the waves at this point. Hundreds of people got off their knees in unison and stood, raising their hands in the air. Someone in the crowd pointed out in the distance there was a wave of water of unimaginable magnitude speeding toward the boat. I looked at it and yelled, 'our redemption is HERE'. There were some people screaming and running to the back of the deck trying to get away. But most of the crowd cheered.
Strangely enough, when I started singing, 'Amazing Grace', everyone... and I mean EVERYONE that was cheering the wave... started singing. They knew every word of the first and second verses, I instinctively knew this was supernatural.
When the group started the third verse, the massive rogue wave toppled the boat and drug it down hundreds of feet into the water.
I am unaware of the coordinates where the boat went down, but I know for certain it was in the Pacific Northwest, off the Oregon coast.

As I was awaking this morning, Saturday 9/25/10, I saw a newspaper in black and white which looked like several newspapers superimposed on each other -- kind of like the news from different papers had been printed one on top of the other. The headlines read: "Earthquake . . . November" The words in between were something like "coming in" but I couldn't make it quite out. I never saw a date on the paper or any other details.

I went to visit my grandparents and travelled in a vehicle to get there. Once I arrived, I looked around, but there were no people around. A smoke was in the background but I thought nothing of it. I went in my grandparents home and looked around, going to the basement. Once I came up from the basement, everything was on fire. The stove iron was actually on fire. I could tell this was an extremely hot fire, as everything else was bursting into flames around me. Shockingly, the flames could not touch me. I remember being in a state of awe and shock, and I looked outside the windows. As I looked west (the direction I intuitively knew the fire came from), I recognized places now burning. I recognized East McKeesport, Pennsylvania and knew something from the west around the downtown Pittsburgh area, perhaps Monroeville, ignited. House after house, car after car, tree after tree, all burning with an unquenchable fire. As I looked around, I could see no human flesh anywhere. It was like everyone vanished from the face of the earth. I am unaware if the fire burned them, but it was very eerie.
And I cannot get the fire out of my mind. It constantly torments.

I had this dream 6 or more years ago but it was short & I remember it like it was last night. It brings me great comfort, actually.
I fell off of a cliff and hit the bottom. Knew I was dead. Next thing I knew, I was at the top of a flight of stairs in a modern looking building --white walls & ceiling in an L-shaped empty landing area. Wondered what I was supposed to do next. Walked to a door & opened it. Inside was a crowded bar -- lots of people laughing & talking. (In this life I might have been in a bar a dozen times & I don't drink. So this was unusual.) Anyway, I met all sorts of old friends & we laughed about "who we were" in the latest lifetime. High-fived with a few: "Yea! Late 20th Century! What a hoot!"

I had this dream Sept 20. In it, Iwas with friends and my husband in an apartment that was ours in the dream. Maybe 4th or 5th floor. View of the night sky out the window. First fighter jets screamed by the window. LOUD and menacing. Then they were followed by MANY white, wedge-shaped craft -- like something out of a Star Wars movie. Military? UFOs? And they were spraying this flaky white stuff -- like Ivory Snow flakes. We all "knew" it was poison & tried to cover the windows to keep it out. But we also knew that it was "game over" because everything outside was covered with the white stuff & would be killed by it. And we would die when we went out & were exposed to it. Disquieting to say the least!

Dream night of 9/22/10. It had vivid detail unlike my regular dreams and I remembered it, which is unusual for me.
As it started I was standing next to a waist high glass covered display case. I was with a worker, who I did not know, who was removing the glass cover with an electric drill. Inside was a gold coin on display, which I understood was a gold plated fake. I was holding in my hand a genuine gold coin, which I owned, that we were going to swap into the case. A guard walked by and looked at us, but we seemed to be just workers doing our job, so he nodded and walked off. The case was in the open space of what seemed like maybe the Smithsonian Museum, but more likely the Federal Reserve building in Washington, but I understood it to be the Federal Government.
We swapped the coin; in effect making things right, correcting the error, by taking out the fake coin and putting in a genuine gold coin. The worker sealed the case, and as he picked up his tools and started walking off, I looked down at my coin in the case, turned on my heel and started walking out. As I stepped away the image of my coin in the case was still in my mind"s eye, and I suddenly realized that my replacement coin was the wrong date of the fake coin. Too late now to do anything, I continued walking out but in my head I realized the higher-ups would spot the change in date on the coin, open the case to check it out, that my fingerprints were on my coin and there would be repercussions for me -- I would be in trouble for breaking in and swapping the coin, I would be in trouble for having gold coins in my own possession, and because of my crimes, I would lose my Federal pension. I am very law abiding and would NEVER do anything illegal, but felt right about what I had done. The dream ended.

When I awoke, I tried to figure what the dream meant. Is the gold held by the Federal Government gold plated fakes, or a false total on their inventory? Will it be illegal for citizens to hold physical gold? Will withholding Federal pensions be used as punishment to control behavior of citizens? Will the higher-ups cause the trouble but the lower level guards/government workers be more likely to turn their heads and not cause trouble? Was the dream manifesting my desire that the Federal Government fix its overspending/deficit ways, or was the dream the result of the pizza I had for dinner???