...I was eating in a restaurant and I can remember being finished eating and thinking it was time to settle up. I pulled out a hallographic card of some kind and stuck it in a slot in the table. The table returned my card and we left.

I dreamt that my gentle cousin, a former RF4 navigator (now a desk jockey) and colonel in the Air Force, had replaced his recently deceased Great Dane with a young tyrannosaurus rex, or similar style of bipedal dinosaur, about 7 feet tall. It was playful and friendly, but rather aggressive, very strong, with a tendency to nip one on the butt, which came close to drawing blood. We were "playing" with this pup in a residential type yard of green grass, with hedges and maybe a wood privacy fence. NOT something that would hold a dinosaur which wished to leave, nor feed a meat eater, which this one definitely was. I can handle a 300 lb. (football) lineman, and was challenged to stay in one piece, even with the frisky thing being so friendly and sweet. It (he?) was a fairly dark brown color, and was warm blooded, or at least warm to the touch. Not seemingly as stupid as we were told in school they would be, either, but certainly not in a mental league with, say, a border collie.

I recall thinking that this was a particularly unwise (alarming, actually) acquisition, and wondering where in the Hell he got it in the first place. He has 7 kids, including one with a wheelchair. I couldn't wrap my head around how this could safely be pulled off, as a family pet.

In this dream I was an observer. I was flying over mountains. I seemed to zoom into the town of Susanville Ca. I zoomed in to the town until I could see a group of sick people. There was another group of people that were away from the town but were sharing my view of the sick people and talking about how the town was not yet aware of the virus and that they only had a small window of opportunity to destroy the town before news got out about the virus. They were talking about ways to destroy the town in a way that would hide the contamination. The group knew that the virus was pandemic. They knew that it was going to destroy every thing and they had no way to stop it. The only thing they could do was destroy the people before they become ill. In the dream, this group of people were going to wipe out the town and then start wiping out every one else. It seems that they were going to start some kind of environmental attach that would spread out from that town. They wanted there to be a national fear of this event that would force people to stay home and be afraid to travel or even leave there houses to go to the store. This was the only way that they could fight this virus was to make people isolate them selves. I woke up while they were discussing how to destroy the town.

"A single entity is coming."
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That's about it (above). I would say it was a dream from something I consider 'pure consciousness'. May relate to tropical storms/Gulf of Mexico. Probably not solely personal, but anational-level item,felt personally. May be a financial item.

I was in my boyfriends' family's living room, as part of another dream I had been having.It was morning and I was sitting in front of the television in my bathrobe, watching the news. I had had previous knowledge that an event was about to occur, and had such avoided going on a trip. Suddenly, there was breaking news of an explosion in Boston. Instead of feeling sad or surprised, I felt slightly satisfied/relieved that I had in fact avoided such a fate, as this was in fact the knowledge that I had obtained earlier. It was then when I remembered that my mother had traveled to Boston, and an overwhelming sense of dread/despair entered the dream.The news cut in again and I entered this partial floating state in my dream where I was both viewing it from the living room as if on television, and hovering above the scene of the accident. I could hear the news anchor say that a bomb had gone off on a cruise ship in Boston Harbor, near Newton, MA (which I know is much farther inland, but regardless), killing dozens and injuring many more. This accident had also affected a plane taking off from Logan Airport--my mother's plane. I was suddenly looking at a series of photographs that showed the harbor skyline, and comparing them with the scene of the accident, confirming that it was indeed Boston Harbor. The feeling of dread increased as I scanned the crowd looking for her face in the survivors. I spotted it, seemingly the only blonde-headed woman in a sea of dark-haired people, looking completely unscathed. The intense relief I felt was overpowering and lasted for several minutes in the dream, coming in intense, painful waves.I also remembered that my good friend had been on the cruise ship that had been bombed. I zoomed into the dream and was suddenly standing on the partially-submerged cruise ship, next to my friend, as she explained that several Russian children had gone below the waterline and "refused" to come out. In the dream I remember thinking this wouldn't make sense as they would undoubtedly drown, but I helped her "coax" them out along with other divers. The water was extremely light blue, almost tropical. The dream ended with flames, and my friend embracing me and sobbing as people around us moaned and screamed.

None of the water categories seem to fit and somehow I posted a blank dream. Not sure what's up with that. Anyway, a few nights ago I had a dream that I was swimming in ocean, near a beach. A giant wave was coming my way. It was perhaps 35 feet high. My initial concern was that I get on the other side of the wave before the crest of the wave began to crash. I realized that I had had this experience before, either being in the water or on the shore, watching the giant wave approach. I never seem to get caught up in the wave but it is fascinating and terrigying at the same time. When I woke up, I realized that this was a recurring theme in my dreams. I am not sure how long it has been going on. I have the sense that I have had such dreams for the past 1 to 3 years. That I came to this realization in my dream (where I thought it was a real experience that was recurring) and after I awoke (where I could remember the details of some previous dreams involving approaching giant waves) seems significant to me. I am encoraged that it never results in signifcant suffering but it seems ominous to me that it recurs. I have a sense that it recurs because I am not yet prepared for its coming.

Second Tidal Wave Dream, about 1996-97
In the dream, My wife and I, and our 3-year-old son were living in Seattle. It was a rainy day, we had gone to see a movie in a theater that was about halfa block below the top of a hill. From the theater, on a clear day, you couldsee a little patch of the waters that would take you out to the Pacific--Notthat there were many clear days!The movie ended about 7 PM. My son had fallen asleep, and I was carryinghim out of the theater. The rain had picked up, and it was cold. My wife askedme to get the car, parked beside the road up the hill, and pick her up at thetheater door.As I was trudging up the hill, carrying our son, the wind began to blow inoff the bay. Rollin, facing behind me, picked his head up and said, "Daddy,look at the wave!"I turned to see an enormous, dark wave barely visible through the mist,coming into the mouth of the bay. The wind was howling now, and my ears werestarting to pop from the pressure. I turned around, and began to run for mylife up the hill. My son clung tightly to me, still facing backwards, his cheekagainst mine. My wife saw the wave and caught up with us, running up the hill. I was thinking that the hill seemed to be about the same height as the wave. Ifwe could only get to the top before the water reached us, we just might surviveit.The rain was horizontal now, driven into our backs by a wind that almostpicked us off the ground. We were nearly to the top. I felt my son's cheekmove against mine as he looked upward at something behind us, higher and higher.I could barely hear his scream, next to my ear, above the thunderousroaring, "Dad--EEEEEE!!!"I woke up, gasping for breath, covered in sweat. It was the middle of thenight.========================Note: we've passed through Seattle several times, but never lived there.

Iwas in a massive metal framed warehouse. Talking to friends from high school and college.They were warning me of suitcase nuc weapons that were smuggled into the U.S. One of my friends worked or an alphabet agency so he had first hand knowledge. Asked what I could do to help find the culprits. Just a look of despair on everyones face...."Nothing we could do..."

I had a dream when I took a nap this afternoon. I entered a dining room, kind of a 1930s craftsman home era bungalo type dining room with a great round oak table and a fireplace and oak paneling. It was set with food and plates for dinner and was quite like a still life painting in some ways. In my head were worries of day to day life, family dramas, war in other lands and economic worries. Suddenly the room desaturated from color and went all white, and everything looked like it was made of white origami. Very intricate origami that was very close to resembling real fruit, plates, food - it was all paper. All the worries were gone and just a peaceful silence within me. A voice said "this is all illusion", and it was clear that everything in the room was fake - except myself and my thoughts.

I only remember pieces of this dream but the parts that I do remember were worth posting. For what it's worth, I rarely remember dreams.
I live in NYC and that is where the dream took place. I was with some people - friends but I cannot remember exactly who - as we walked along 5th Avenue. We were walking north when when we looked up and there was a commercial aircraft flying just below the tops of the buildings. It also went north up 5th avenue to Central Park South and then banked left toward the AOL/TimeWarner Center.
Since we were on foot, we could not see where the plane was going after it made the turn but we figured it would hit AOL/TW. I wonder if my subconscience was using AOL/TW in place for WTC because it is also 2 towers (albeit not nearly as tall). Anyway, we all stared northward expecting to see a flash of light and a boom of the plane hitting a building after it made the turn and disappeared out of sight but nothing happened. We all looked at eachother like "cool, it missed!" and then took off running up to the intersection to make sure everything was ok. Sure enough, we got up to Central Park South and everything was okay.
Disaster averted I suppose. We wondered why the plane was flying like that but were relieved nothing happened.
NOTE: I live in NYC now but did not live here on 9/11 so this dream was not a recollection of those events.