I had a very short dream,somewhat like a short film clip,I was standing in the midst of a large gathering of people,none of which i knew,and there was a outline of a mountain behind me,not too close,but also not far away,while standing in the midst of the people,i was clasping two vials of clear liquid,one vial was full,one was only partially full,I was smiling,I then told the people that i was going to blow up the mountain that was behind us,what i remember most about the dream is,I was smiling!not a normal smile,but a cruel looking smile,and that was all,can't figure it out at all,unless something terroristic.

This vivid dream during the early morning of 17 SEP 2010, began with the feeling that there were two painless oblog capsules (The size of a large supplement capsule) inserted uder the skin of both legs (outside)....just to the right and left of each knee....a little below the knee and under the skin. They reminded me of under-the-skin cysts but they were not natural. I felt the capsules and wanted to try to remove them.
The more I rubbed them and handled the capsules still under the skin, the more they came to the surface of the skin. Suddenly the left one had painlessly emerged from the skin and was in my hand. It immediately enlarged into what looked like a filigree ornament of many intense colors....reminding me of a Christmas tree ornament. Then I manipulated the capsule in the right leg and suddenly it emerged into my hand, painlessly. It also suddenly sprung up into an approximately 10" X 12" X 3" birdcage-like gold plastic object. It was very light in weight. When I looked at one of the sides of the object, I could see plastic script letters in gold with red in the center of each letter. The letters spelled the words "Tokyo Games 2054".
So in my dream I concluded that this was some sort of a souvenier of the Olympic Games which would be held in Tokyo in 2054. At this point the dream ended and I awakened.

The dream captured an alert on the Emergency Broadcast System which is recieved over local television networks. The news was that a 9.7 earthquake had occurred. The numbers "9" and "7" seemed to convey the idea or sense ofcomplete destruction and finality. Because the broadcast was over the EBS system, I assume it was in the region where I live... Southern California.

I dreamed a very vivid and detailed dream concerning some point in the near future. I was with my son, and we were in a major metro city- possibly Atlanta, possibly New York....I just couldn't identify it. There were sirens going off, and people screaming. I'm thinking that this was not Atlanta because we were near water. We see coming toward us, through the city high rise buildings a huge red plane. No other markings, other than the color red. The plane crashes and slides forward nearing the water. Glass is falling from the buildings and the wings had sheared off. We both ran toward an area we knew would lead us out of the city.

I'm 59 years old and I've had this same dream and when I say same, I mean exactly the same dream since my earliest memories. I may have interpreted the dream differently when I was a child because of my limited experiencewith the outside world, but is always the same dream. The dream always starts with myself and a woman that I love deeply standing together at night on a sandy ocean beach. We're both very afraid. When I was younger I always assumedthe womanwas my mother and it confused me because I didn't recognizethe woman'sface as my mother's face.The womanalways has the same facial features, those of a beautiful young Asian woman. I'm notAsian by the way, which made things even more confusing. I didn't realize who that woman was until I met, fell in love with and married that beautiful young Asian woman of my dreams. While we're standing on the beach, we're both looking toward the night sky, holding each other tightly. There are multitudes of bright streaks of light high up in the blackness of the night moving rapidly from the West to the East to wards the inland of America. As a child, I couldn't comprehend what the lights in the sky were. All I knew is that they were bad, very bad. I still don't know what those streaks of light are. I've thought many times that maybe they're the warheads of an ICBM reentering the Earth's atmosphere. Maybe they're small meteorites acting as a precursor to a larger and more deadly meteorite. I just don't know and I'm not sure I want to know. I've have the dream throughout my life and what's even more curious is that when I do have one, it usually foretells either a bad period in my personal life or more frighteningly something bad occurring nationally or globally. I remember having the dream many, many times in the early 60's just before the Cuban missile crisis. They continued on a fairly regular basis up until the assassination of JFK. It seems for the better part of my adult life now, that they have subsided to havingthe dreammaybe every other year or so. That is until recently. For the last year, the frequency of the dream has been increasing to a point where I'm havingthe dreamat least once a week. I'm pretty sure this portends something very bad happening very soon. I live in Oregon. My wife and I are heading to the Oregon coast this mid-November. We always enjoy walking the beach together at night and looking up at thestarry night sky. This time will be different. I'm afraid of what I'll see in that dark night sky.

I recently had a dream where I was in a public place of some kind, like a hall or auditorium, when I realized that people were talking excitedly/loudly. I went outside and looked in the sky and saw some kind of rocket or missile like things streaking through the sky. Then all of a sudden violent explosions were happening around me - they seemed incredibly real in this dream. I took cover under a vehicle of some kind and there was a young boy next to me. I remember seeing an explosion envelope the boy but he did not seemed harmed. The next thing I know I am running away from this place and realized that there were some kind of humanoid beings blasting everyone with a beam or ray of some kind that looked like bluish light with sparkles in it. The people around me would vanish when hit by this. I then thought that I could stop them from doing this by holding my hand up and thinking "stop, stop". this created a weird bubble around the aliens that put them in a kind of stasis - end of dream . . . . . very strange!

I usually dream every night in some form or fashion. Most of the details get lost and I'm left with an impression about what was dreamt. Last night's was different in the sense I remember most of the details. The last dream like this that I can remember was about my grandparents' house being on fire with me in it (probably 15 years ago). The house at the time was already sold and moved to a different location, but it burned half way down before the new owner could put it out!
Last night's dream was about severe weather. I was with my wife and friends in a house that "was ours" with our things, but it was different than my current house. We were in an area that felt like where I live now, but subtly different. It was at the top of a hill in a residential area overlooking semi-open fields dotted with houses down to a busy neighborhood street. The begining felt like most normal days when storm clouds began to form from the south? The storms were of normal nature until a tornado developed and moved torwards us and the house. Duck and cover ensued and while we were fine, the house had some damage to the windows, roof, and most other things normally associated with tornadoes. We looked outside and to our surprise, even more tornadoes had formed. I'm not sure how many, but the feeling was 10+. They battered the house again and again. While this was scary, only minimal damaged occured during these twisters. The worst of it was the driving rain that had penetrated the house. Once they were gone, the skies cleared and a monster tsunami was washing over the neighborhood below. The crest of it pushed towards us but it only flooded the house up to our knees. he devastation left in the neighborhood below us was catastrophic. The road was completely washed away. There were bodies laying in the mud. Houses were falling into the canyon made by the receding water. There was no question:Life as we knew it had changed in the blink of an eye...

Came to a deserted gas station, area around it was clear. Went inside the store, there is a woman with a several lacerations on her right arm, leg, & side; she is not moving. She is white, brown hair, skinny, 5"6," wearing khaki shorts & a short-sleeve shirt. Next to her is a baby girl, maybe 10 months old, brown hair, blue eyes, wearing a diaper & a pink t-shirt with "Daddy"s Angel" on it. The baby isquietly playing with keys. I reached down to check her pulse; it is thready at best. I send my son to get the medical kit. I begin to gently tap her face & she slowly comes to. She is very incoherent, but after several minutes I am able to piece together what she is saying. She was hungry, went looking for food, pack of dogs attack, protect Risa, made it inside store, dogs left, need help, save Risa, husband come home, it hurts.
As she rambled on, I did a physical exam. One laceration on her arm was fairly deep & showing the beginning signs of infection. The gash on her leg is down to the bone and showing signs of putrefaction; it is also slightly swollen with some tissue already turning black. I take a closer look at the leg wound & see pus oozing; it also has a foul smell. My son comesin with the kit; I take out the thermometer & take her temperature; she has a very high fever. I tell my son to take the baby & wait outside. I search my kit, I have no antibiotics -- they would not help anyway; gangrene has already set in. All I can do is ease her pain & give her comfort. I find a vial of morphine & a needle and give her a lethal dose. I move to put her head in my lap. Her speech is still very fragmented; I gently stroke her head & softly murmur soothing words.
She grabs my hand, looks me directly in the eyes, & very clearly makes me promise to take care of "Marissa" (so it"s not Risa) until her husband comes for her. I promise, she smiles,& thanks me, & her whole body goes slack. I check her breathing & pulse -- nothing. I close her eyes & tears slowly slide down my face. I take a deep breath, lower her head to the ground, & begin to search her pockets for an id. To my disbelief, she has a driver"s license. Her address on the license is only a mile away. I walk out of the store; shake my head in the negative, in answer to my son"s unspoken question.We get in the truck, drive to the house listed on the license. The door is closed, but unlocked. I go in, it's neat. I see a picture of woman, man, & the baby on the end table - I grab it. Walk down the hall, locating the baby"s room, thereis only two diapers & a handful of wipes. I grab both & stuff them and a few clothes into a nearby diaper bag. Walk out, go to the kitchen, on the frig, there is picture of the man, in uniform -- he is in a desert environment. I shake my head & think to myself that if he is in the desert, he has one hell of a journey ahead of him. I grab the picture, turn it over, the date reads 7/15/11 (a small chortle escapes from my lips & I shake my head).I look through the drawers & find paper and pen. I scribble a note to the man, informing him of his wife"s passing & that we have his daughter. I also give him coordinates where I will check every day at noon for him. I put the note up on the frig along with a small picture of me & my son, and open the front door.
As soon as I open the door, there is thick white mist; when I close the door, the mist clears & I am fast-forwarded to 6 years into the future. I am speaking with Marissa &I am explaining to her that she can't come with me because it isn't safe. I leave her with my son. There are other people there; they are with me, can"t really see them as they remain in the background. I get to the location, survey the area & see a man standing in theclearing. It"s Marissa"s dad. I walk into the clearing, calling his name. He turns towards me; he is very guarded & apprehensive -- looks at his hand, up at me, back at his hand, then back at me again & smiles (Marissa has his smile). He looks just like his picture, except now he has a beard. I tell him my name and that Marissa is just wonderful; he smile gets even bigger. We start walking, a million questions about Marissa tumbling from his lips. I smile at him answering his questions. We arrive at camp, my son steps out of the house with Marissa -- they are holding hands. My son looks at me, I nod in the affirmative; he whispers something to Marissa, she smiles, runs towards her dad, & jumps into his arm.
As I look upon the reunited pair -- I think to myself, how am I going to explain about his wife…then I wake up.

So here is an amuzing dream from my college days. (no i was not on drugs, nor am I a greatful dead listener.) this is just a fun one I thought i would share.
Dream starts,
I am in a room talking with God, who has chosen to show himself as an old Jerry Garcia. We are having a conversation when he challenges me to a contest. I look at him and ask, what kind of contest? "Who can move the Earth" he replies with a smile. I look at him and smile back, "Sure, you go first." God nods, then steps back into space and pulls the earth out of orbit, moves it about and puts it back. He looks as if there was no way I could beat that. I nod knowing that his effort was really good. I then fall to the ground and do a push-up. God laughs and says he won. I counter saying No.
He then looks at me and asks why I thought I had won. My response was this. "You moved the earth out of its orbit but it never changed to me. I moved the earth in perspective to me, therefore I moved the earth more according to my viewpoint." God stood back for a moment and thought, then remarked, "you know what? your right."

I woke up laughing and saying what the #$#@ was that! And still remember it 18+ years later.

I had this dream about a month ago. It was so final and real and it still haunts me.
I live on the West Coast. I am standing at the open window enjoying the greenery and cats and deer playing in my front yard. I can hear the bees droning outside in the flowers. The sun is shining and the feel is warm and peaceful.
Suddenly a brilliant, all-consuming flash of light, brighter than the sun, rolls through in two waves. I feel the heat and recoil from the window. The leaves turn brown and charred, and start falling. I slam the window shut and start running to find my husband, perhaps in another part of the house.
I somehow know that most of the population are instantly dead, and can see millions of house after house with cooked dead inside. I wonder why am I still alive? I somehow think of HAARP, and remember my metal roof. Anyone with a metal roof is safe. Then I ask , 'would they turn it on their own population'? In my dream, I think I know the answer.