I dreamed I was in a doctor's office.The doctor wasn't one I know in waking life. He wasmiddle-aged, with a white coat, beard, and glasses. He was telling me that there would be a great sickness unleased right after Labor Day. I got the idea that this would be a TPTB move, an intentional illness set loose. The doctor seemed very sure of this, and spoke of it in a matter-of-fact way.

Our bodies and life onEarth isnot very important. I'ddecidedI'm not going back home to theheavens after this life. Iam escaping the Earth prison and the amnesia we all have. But I also felt a little sad since Iknew I had friends long long ago in that place. But for all I know they are now here on Earth with me so I decided even if I don't stay on Earth I am not going back.
Anyhow shortly after deciding thatI had a dream that wasprofoundly joyful and powerful. When people die often they saythey are going home. I know what they refer to. When I rejected home it came to me in a dreamto remind me of it's power.
I wasnear the top ofa mountain with a friend. Idon't know who the friend was.We were waitingat abus stop.Wewaited quite a while and saw a regular human city bus pass. Wewalked a blockto get alonger view downthe road.We turned around and our bus was at the stop. It was medium greenwith no markings orsigns. Even the windows were green.We both ranfull speed back to the bus which was starting to turn around.
We got to the drivers doorwhich wason the port side. The driver wore sunglasses and looked at us.I noticedwe both wore sunglasses too.The driversaid "Take off your sunglasses"Westood silently and made no move to remove our sunglasses. Whenhe saw thishe jerked his chin towards the back and said "Get in." Strangely enough the door inwas not the door he had opened to speak with us. It wascamoflaged on the side of the bus. We had to stare at the mechanism for a minute to figure out the secret.Some of the passengersinside giggled when theysaw we did not know how toopen the bus. Wefigured the puzzle outquicklyandgot in.
It looked like anormal busbut people frommany nationalities were there. Everyone in the busgaveoff a feeling of intense joy and relief. It wasserene and powerful.Everyonewas talking happily andelated. While we were sitting down I was suddenly overcome with unimaginable joy.It wasa feeling ofsucceeding at the one ina million chance of even getting on the bus and now we are safe withinbut most important the bus was headed home. The thought that there was a home and it was a real place was profound and enticing.Like someone cherished had died and suddenly were standing in front of you happy and safe. Overwhelming like if a soldier died in battle and suddenly found himselfhome withhis wife and children and all was well and he knew it was real not a delusion. I had not expected I would be going home ever and suddenly here I was on the only busthat goes there.
Seconds after sittingdownthe busbegan to move.It immediately left the vicinity ofEarth andjust a moment after that wasout of this solar system. Then itbegan to beeline towards the center ofthe galaxy. At that point in the bus the speakers began to fuzzilygive instructions to the passengers. It was all in an understandable language butthe instructions were different for each regionor population of people. Each region had lived with different programming and data and the announcements were telling each tribe and race where they needed to report when we arrived and what they needed to do.I was then a little surprised that the sound system was so poor. I was listening anxiously for the data for the native americans but I couldn't quite hear it.Thenjust as the dream ended I could see how worn and aged the bus was in addition to the speakers on the fritz.It's like the dream shut off quick as soon as I saw that and I was wide awake.Afterwards the incredible feeling of joy lingered. Iwas so happy to remember I had a home that was real not here on Earth.It did not change my mind onnot returning. The dream tried to reactivate my obedience by reminding me of where I came from and instead it inadvertently restored another important memory of what is real and where it is.

I was at home but it was not the place I live now. It was a wooded place but we were surviving and things were rustic but at least we were making it. I saw some rickety looking sheds and I saw they were chicken coops.
In the dream I sawno people and I was just there as a viewpoint notin a body.It was like I was being shown something though and was drawn to the first of the three coops.I saw it was not builtas a fortress. A basic coop with an indoor area for protection and an outside run.They were all hidden in the woods though not inan opensunny field like I wouldnormally locate poultry. In the first coopI saw aflock of barred rock chickens and noother breed. There were hens and a rooster or two.Then suddenly I was drawn to the next coop. It showed me another sturdy chicken breed butthe exact type wasn't clear. But again it was just one breed kept with enoughbirds to have a healthlypopulation. Then I went to the third coop. There I saw only game bird type bantams. It seemed there were also some pidgeons around and a fewbirds were running loose.
The message was immediately clear to me so I immediately changed my livestockstrategy with all my animals. Separate populations not merging so something thataffects one group doesn't affect them all andkeep the strong genetics of a good variety strong don'tdilute with careless breeding and they will still go strong into the future. It was also interesting the coops were placed in such a wooded shaded area. There was no sun on the coops. I think the dream was also telling me to keep them hidden.

I found my self standing looking at a park bench with a kid and a African American lady sitting next to him talking to each other. I stepped forward to sit down because there was a space next to the kid but he got up like it was my turn to talk to this 50 or 60 year old lady. As i sat down I looked over to my right saw She had nasty black blisters on her arms. She poked each one over and over with a needle. I asked her if I could go back she said no. I asked why? Then I teleported to my old neighborhood every thing was in place fences objects very strange some thing out of google maps if you will. When I got there I was in 3rd person looked down on my self then bam I became my self.      
       
       
It was late at night I walked over to a table in the front yard. Then once I looked up I saw huge criss-cross neon blue lightning bolts. It took up the whole sky. It was really strange because the lightning never went away. It also was flowing fast straight forward then up into this bubble/blackhole. I don't know what was sucking up the sky but it was crazy!! It felt like there was some thing pulling on me I felt a steady wind. It picked up so fast. IT took the table from under neath me. I fell down and found myself on my belly trying to hang on to some thing as my fingers were dragging the pavement in front of me. But I was slipping down the street feet first into this black-hole.        
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Dreamer's thought

Its was strange every thing was in color very vivid. Realest dream I've every had. Could be some thing to do with cern and or project blue beam. They are both making great advancements.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I had this dream before I started reading this book by Patrick Geryl.just to let you know The book is about pole shifts one thing he said was   ONCE THE POLES SHIFT WE WILL SEE VIVID SHEETS OF YELLOW, PURPLE, BLUE LIGHTNING BOLTS THAT WILL CRISSCROSS FOLLOWED BY A HUGE TIDAL WAVE.

Alright. This dream was a humdinger. Initially in my dream I was apparently working undercover for local police department in a town called Conyers- who's claim to fame was that 10-15 years ago a lady use to see the Virgin Mary in her pasture, which caused an international sensation and people traveled across the world to witness this apparition in her pasture. Present day- I am meeting with the police force and we have figured out that drug drops are being made around this field that now is hosting rock concerts. Apparently the rock concerts are jamming the radar, which allows the planes to drop bales of hay that house drugs. We are in the woods undercover at night and the concert is going on. One of the suspects I am tailing, when another undercover person comes up and shows me his gun,which spooks the guy waiting for the drop. He says something into a walkie talkie, and takes off running and shooting back at us. I am dodging bullets, when these telephone wire spools start striking around me- the plane is dumping these spools to allow their friend to get away i guess. THEN, my dream jumps to some unknown locale, however this time I am dressed in guerilla warfare camo clothes *no i have never been in law enforcement OR armed forces!*. We are all carrying war weaponry, grenades, etc. It seemed as if we were in south america, but most people were speaking english. We are trying to convince one of our people that he has to "give one up for the team" and to throw himself on a grenade in order for us to go forward with whatever we were trying to do. He's screaming "no, man don't make me do it!", and the senior military were yelling back "sacrifice yourself for the greater good" or something along those lines. Finally with this bloodcurdling scream, he throws himself on the grenade and explodes. We all duck and run, and that's where I woke up.

In this dream I'm floating, almost like an out of body experience. A tunnel opens up in space/time and I float/fly into the hole. The sides are grayish black and there are all sorts of twists and turns. A light begins to glow and as I float/fly further on the tunnel opens into a room. It looks like a futuristic room. Everything in it is white and very clean-lined. It is a person's person room and there is a man sitting at a workspace with his back to me. He is dressed in white. The walls of the room are white. He has very black hair and seems on the smaller side - perhaps Asian.

I glide to the very opening and then suddenly he knows I am there. He turns around and stares straight at me, our eyes locked, and I can hear him wondering "Who are you and WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Snap! I wake up.

Dates that appeared in my dreams 2 nights ago and about a month ago:

09-11Y4, which I took to mean 09-11 plus 4 days = 9/15/10.

10-11-10 or 11-10-10...so I will be looking at these dates as the days approach.

My brother and I were in a parking garage. It was raining monsoon-like outside -- the kind of rains we would get in Houston, but the parking garage we were in was on the campus of University of Kansas. The streets were flooding outside and the hill above the parking garage was starting to send mud down toward the garage. We decided to move up in the garage and were running up the ramps. An earthquake began and because of all the other people in the garage running up the ramps, we were separated from each other. The earthquake became worse. Suddenly, the earth split and a long run-out of mud began slucing between two uplifts. The parking garage had been split in two and lifted up on each side of the rift created by the earthquake. I couldn't see my brother anywhere. I reached the top of the parking garage and looked across the rift. The sky was starting to clear although there were dark clouds on the Northeastern horizon. I saw my brother on the top floor of the parking garage on the other side of the rift. He was shouting and waving at me, saying "I'm OK! Are you OK?" I shouted back that I was OK. He shouted "I'll find you when this is over!" and disappeared into the crowd of people in his part of the parking garage. The dream ended there.

About a year ago I started having a series of dreams, 3 in all, regarding the future.They wereset in Las Vegas and were essentially repeats or variations on a theme.
I find myself in a mostly empty casino. The large central areas of the place are dimly lit and are empty.All the slot machines are gone. The roulette and card tables stand unused.The place is still operating but only around the periphery with just a few workers behind counters and all is gloomy and quiet. The floors are vacuumed, the place is clean because the workers seem to have nowhere else to go. I doubt they are being paid at this point.
As Islowly walk through the casinoI notice a brighter and noisier corner. A single bar is still open for business. There aredozens of people there, drinking, dancing a little, but notgambling. These people don't seem to thinkthereis anything wrong, they just drink and talk and do bar stuff. I go to the bar and order up a whiskey. The gruff barman and I have a discussion about how it used to be so grand there. Looking out the windows, Las Vegas ismuch like this casino, a few bright spots,neat and clean, but mostly empty of people and activity.
In one of the three dreams I am actually in the airport instead of a casino by the time I get my drink, but all else is essentially the same. I haven't had one of these dreams for several months now.

About a week ago (August 25th) my dream started with me at a friend's house in a rural area between Kansas City, KS and Lawrence, KS. This place is a small farmette overlooking a large pond that if it were in a drier part of the country, it would be referred to as a lake. I was talking with one of the people who live there -- Michael -- who has some interesting theories about time. Specifically he was talking about how we need to remember the future. I was being difficult about his theory (even though IRL I agree with him). His spouse came in to the room and said I was being difficult. I walked out of the room and to the front door. I opened the door and stepped out on the front porch. I was shocked to see a wide beach -- about 50 yards and ocean in front of me. I stepped out on to the beach; the sand actually came up to the porch level (about 3 feet off the ground). The house faces West and the water was coming from the West, I walked toward the water, which was relatively calm, reminding me of the way the Gulf of Mexico looks from Fort Myers Beach, and looked down the beach (North). I saw another person about 100 yards away, who pointed further North and shouted "Storm's coming!" I looked where he was pointing and saw a huge thunderhead building toward the Northwest. I stared out over the water, thinking "Well, my house is gone," as I live about 15 miles west of my friends place. I walked back into the house and saw my spouse and dogs and thought, oh good they're here. I yelled "Michael! Ya gotta see this!" and the dream ended.