My dream involved my traveling somewhere- (I don't know exactly where I was). I knew my son was at school at the time. I was in my own vehicle, and I saw - about a mile or two away- this cloud that was circular, and almost appeared to be a ring of fire, in that it was colored orange and red. There was a weather advisory on my radio station advising "straight line winds and tornadoes- seek shelter immediately". I pulled over, along with quite a few other people. We were going to go into what appeared to be a new office building. We all ran inside- and sat down with our backs against the most sturdy wall. We saw the tornado coming, and we all hunched over- I started praying out loud- God please help us survive this, and several other people began praying as well. The building basically came apart and we all started spinning on the floor, and suddenly it was over. There was utter devastation, however we were safe. What was odd was that during this whole ordeal, I was holding onto a white himalayan kitten- which was flipping out during the whole ordeal.

This dream has been recurring for a few weeks now. I'm in a city with large buildings like resort hotels -like 10 story buildings well spaced out, not skyscrapers - and not terribly dense. The scene reminds me of the coastal areas in California or Miami, FL. People are milling about as if bewildered, not particularly frightened,but hushed and as if they are looking for something. I am carried along by the throngs of peopleand feel lost, like Iam looking for my room and I don't recognize any of the buildings. Each dream so far has had slightly different buildings and people, but the general scene is similar. I realize what is coming and start heading for a low place between buildings. As I go, everyone seems to look into the space between buildings into the sky. I see a missile screaming in at a high rate of speed and parallel to the ground and then the dream ends with a large, soundless explosion. The first time I had the dream, I actually saw the missile explode. In all subsequent dreams, the missile explodes behind a building. By way of background, I do not live in a place that looks like the place in my dreams. Also, I have rarely had any type of recurring dream, certainly not any that recurred with this similarity.

I was taking care of a little girl with dark hair. As soon as I turned my back the grabbed a pair of scissors and ran off. I chased for a long time until we came to a desert valley. I followed her down the red rocks and into the open valley floor. She turned around and told me it was O.K., that I didn't need to watch over her anymore. Baffled I asked her what she meant by that and she replied that she was going home. Just then a ramshackle village appeared in the middle of the desert right where were standing. She then tells me that only those who look for it can see it. It is surrounded by a dingy barbwire cattle fence. The village looks more like a thrid world shanty town. All the houses are arranged in a giant oval. Outside the fence is a security station that looks more like an out house to me.
A very tall thin man steps out and comes towards us. The girl goes inside. As the man approaches me I can see that he is wearing a mask made of what looks like the skull of a prehistoric dinosaur-bird, a pterodactyl maybe. His face is covered. The giant beak jets out from his face and he is dancing as he approaches. It resembles a Native American shuffle. His skin is pale, every color of the clouds and the moon. He is nearly naked. His dance becomes faster, stronger almost violent. He shuffles his feet around in a small circle then stops and looks at me. The cavities of the bird's skull eyes are empty, as though his eyes are also cavities. Large, black, empty.
The thanks me for taking care of the girl. Then I ask him who he is and he says "I am The Pale Horse". I look at him puzzled. As though he had read my mind, he repeats him self "I am the THE Pale Horse," this time emphasizing "the". He says the people are wrong to think of it as a literal horse. "Are you ready?" He asks. His skin changes, it moves as though it were alive. Like the reflection of clouds on the water. I haven't actually said anything at this point. "I'll show you death" he continues. At this moment I am sucked into the void that is his eyes and fall through space. I see suffering and pain. I see peoples faces, thousands, millions of faces. But I don't care, I am calm. I see myself. I die. I am terrified and serene at the same time. This vision goes on for a long time. My heart swells in my chest and fills my throat. The longer I am in the space void the warmer I feel. I want to stay here. I become an insignificant singularity. I realize that this, this vision is his gift to me. It is over. I am back in the desert with the bird man. I have faced my own death and I am no longer afraid. I welcome it. I am calm. The outer shell that I've been carrying is my ego and it is gone now. I am almost high. I want to stay. I want to go with him and the girl. He says I can't. But he is coming.

This dream occured on 7/23/10.

I dreamed that I was at some late night gathering where the well to do were rubbing shoulders. There were multiple high-profile persons in attendance, and one of them happened to be Barack Obama. I decided that it would be interesting to get a picture of us together for the scrap-book. I asked him if I could take a picture of us together. He responded by saying 'sure', so I whipped out my cell phone and snapped a quick picture. He (Obama) didn't see me do this, and he wasn't finished talking. He went on to say, 'but you can't allow me to be in the picture and I have to see it first'. I realized that there must be a reason why he didn't want to be photographed, and I suspected that I had evidence of that in the picture I took. I looked through the pictures and realized that the one I had quickly snapped had been only of him, and it revealed something about him that was supposed to remain hidden. I then contemplated if I should admit to him that I had taken the picture or if I should try to conceal it and expose him. I was woken up before I made my decision. However, I realized as I was leaving the dream that the picture I had taken was irrefutable photographic evidence that Barack Obama is a fascist. That was the message that the dream sent me.

I was in a fenced in area looking out. I saw many young people-young healthy looking men and women. They were all playing lacrosse (??) For some reason, the men stopped moving, they wouldn't run or throw or help the women. They stood almost paralyzed. The young women were trying to move, trying to catch the ball, trying to run but they were falling to the ground and very weak. Up to the right in the sky was a large cloud that was moving in. it didn't seem like a war or fighting, but something was sucking the life out of everyone. Then something told me this: "Young men will be strong but will not move. Young women will move but will be weak."

I was visiting a retired military man when he was called away by a high ranking figure. He went into one of two greenhouses on his property and was beening briefed by this other person. I found a basement enterance to the greenhouse and proceeded to enter. I arrived at the location just above me where the retired general and staff member were talking. I overheard the staffer say that we are likely to encounter a nuclear attack on US soil in the very near future. I was shocked about the news but no mention as to where the emient attackis to take place.

Early this morning (7/25/2010) I had a dream that I was taking a college course. It was in a fairly typical college amphitheater type lecture hall where the students sat at tables on rising levels so that everyone had a clear view of the professor up front. The professor was of Asian decent but he had no accent. He was someone that I highly respected and desired to please. I'm not sure what the topic of the course was, most likely history or philosophy. Part of his lecture was an audio/visual presentation that included a pause for the students to recite the Pledge of Allegiance as a test or example of some other topic. Not one student, including myself, knew the words! It was like the United States was past history that was pretty muchignored in the history books. The professor then gave us time for each ofthe studentsto put together a small presentation to give to the class. We each had a small handheld computer, but there wasn't a keyboard, there was a set of levers and keys set up to allow easy entering of data with one hand if you knew the system. I decided that my presentation would be that I teach the students the Pledge of Allegiance. But, the computer input system was unfamiliar to me, so I was having trouble finding a link to the text. At one point I actually had the link up on the computer but I lost it before I could cut-n-paste it into my presentation. At another point the computer started playing a movie that had nothing to do with my topic and I couldn't figure out how to interrupt it and get back into data entry mode. I was getting more and more frustrated and frantic as the professor announced that time was running short. The professor walked up along each row to see how the students were doing, stopping and making occasional comments. When he got to me e commented about how hard I had been working and I said "but I can't get the link!".
Note - it's been a long time since I was in college. I went to college long enough ago that it had just become common for students to carry handheld calculators -there was no such thing as a handheld computer back then.

This evening I discovered the 528 Hz love/healing frequency of the ancient solfeggio scale as described by Dr. Len Horowitz. I absorbed a lot of binaural beat 'music' to these tonal frequencies by "JezebelDecibel" on YouTube, including straight 528 Hz tones on headphones. I am healing after a head/sinus cold, and was fatigued enough to go to sleep without taking the usual bedtime dose of 3mg melatonin that I seldom miss.
In the dream, I was in a beach setting with several swimming docks. Many people at the beach, and it seemed to be on a military base recreational area. A low flying, large prop-type aircraft swooped low offshore and began strafing the beach area, sending people running for cover into nearby concrete block buildings. Some of these had lockers, and there were some areas of weapons assembly like bombs and grenades launchers. I wanted to get away from the crowds and these military areas. Another airborne landing craft came down offshore, and some invading military personnel were coming out. Some foreign tourist-type swimmers actually went out to meet the invaders, asking for a way home as they were stranded here with the war. I ran away from the crowded area and found a solitary tree on the outskirts, maybe 100 yards away. I felt exposed in the otherwise open area, so I laid down and curled up among the spreading roots at the base of the tree.
Soon I saw what seemed to be a large missle carrier trailer, covered with a tarp, being pushed and dragged down toward the beach area. At the head of it was a patriot coWorker that I knew, guiding it and pulling. Then there was someone walking nearby to my tree, and I hunkered down, unmoving, among the roots, very fearful of being seen. Suddenly I heard shots fired. I was close enough to hear the recoil spring and clink of shells like an M16 makes. Three shots embedded into my friend at the head of the trailer, and he slumped to the ground. The trailer continued on toward the beach area I had been at. I cowered under the tree roots, thankful I had not been seen. I woke up tense and disturbed.

This is the second or third EMP dream I've had - where I'm basically in the midst of the chaos immediately after an EMP has occurred.
I had this dream in May of 2010. Not many details remain, but the most notable ones, the ones that my brain INSISTED I remember when I came back to consciousness, were that people were living in unfinished apartment buildings, in the steel framework of buildings that had been abandoned, and that they had stacked plastic soda and water bottles between the steel girders to make walls. An EMP had recently happened (within a few weeks - enough time for people to start adjusting, but not so much time that they were thriving in their new culture), and conditions were generally bleak. The detail that was so striking to me was the way the bottles had been filled with water and stacked on their sides to be used as walls. I have never seen that before, except in that dream.

Dream opened with me standing "there"...I'd say it was in a room but there wasn't any walls...just white all around! So, dream opens with me looking at my right hand extended naturally and holding a brass key...the same kind of key that you use to open the lock on your front door! Then I look up and notice that I am standing right in front of a very well dressed, older gentleman! When I say well dressed, I mean he was wearing an expensively tailored suit...I don't mean the kind of "expensive" suit that a man would wear to flaunt wealth...I mean more like a well dressed Englishman from London - the suit was black and he was even wearing a very nice derby hat. So there I was, standing right in front of this man looking into his eyes. His eyes were light colored...blue I think, no words were ever exchanged. I notice too that this man was looking back at me with a smile on his face...not a broad smile, but a slighter smile, the kind of smile you"d see from a loving and approving grandfather…his eyes were smiling as well! Next, I take the key that was in my right hand and insert the key into the very center of his right eye…the key enters his eye just like it would with the lock on your front door! In the dream, I lean in as close as I can and notice that I am not doing any damage to this mans eye...it"s as if his eye doubled as an eye and a lock. Once the key is all the way in, I turn the key as if I am unlocking something….his whole eye does not turn…just most of his iris. Once I finish turning the key to the right (like I"m unlocking a door), I take the key out and put the key into his left eye and again, turn the key to the right as if I am unlocking something. After turning the key, I pull the key out and look at the man...he is still smiling at me and…that was the end of the dream! One of the reasons I am so interested in this dream is because I awoke immediately after the dream and when I awoke I was filled with the "understanding" that this was a very important dream, however, at this point I don't seem to have the gift of interpretation and am still praying for the meaning of the dream.