Can't tell you exactly what the catastrophe is, but in the dream I try to get on the internet but it has extreme problems, it's cutting in and out. I see that on the Yahoo Finance website trading has been cutoff for the day with a red sign on the website that has some kind of emergency note on it. I don't get a direct answer in the dream as to what happened but I do remember thinking earthquake, but I also find out in the dream the catastrophe stretches from Maine to Florida, so it couldn't just be an earthquake (I think).
Later in the dream it was dark around 5:45 so that would mean that this must happen sometime in winter. Whatever happened, it was large enough to interrupt internet service, halt trading that day, and cause panic.

Driving on interstate 20 east of dallas, I encountered a huge tornado very close to the north and moving south. I ran into a big warehouse for protection. The winds blew out all windows on the northeast side. The words came to me that people to the west were absolutely devastated.

June 5, 2010

second dream...someone is showing me something. We (?)went down a paved road that curved to the left, but there was a dirt road that you could go on just before it curved if you kept going straight ahead. who ever I was with wanted to show me pieces from the time before that had been unearthed it seems by rain. The dirt road there seemed private enough and a burm or hill kept us from view....or so I thought. I heard cars coming, looked up and to my right, and saw cars traveling down the road looking for us - dream pieces sketchy now between this dream scene and the next - yet I know they were connected some how.

Next dream scene...I remember something apocalyptic going on. Seems some group or entity has devised a depopulation method of horrific consequence. Hard to describe, but my best shot at it is like dinosaur like creatures that capture and kill people in a city, which has been divided into sections,with this plan starting in the North West part of the cityand thenthese "things" eating the evidence (dead people,) before moving to the next section where the people were oblivious and unaware of things to come.There is just so much to the plotters work. A group of us (?) were going to try to stop this horrific scene from happening. It seems a soldier I know is one of them and we went to a building searching for answers and solutions. While walking through the abandoned halls, the the floors and walls began to decay turning black with mildew and/or rotting. The soldier I knew went into one room looking for answers while I went in a different direction. Not finding anything I returned to check on the soldier, and coming out of the room he was in, were lots of "top brass," or PTB who had a talk with him about keeping quiet, but that didn't make sense to me, as damage was already being done and the world was thrown into an apocalyptical doom because of these men....still I felt a need to stop these murders and the destruction. Anyways, as these men left that room where they held the meeting, they glanced and me and made eye contact. If looks could kill, I wouldn't be writing down this dream. I looked at the floor one more time and this time not only saw mildew and decay but a snake to be reckoned with as well...

May 29, 2010

Dream Pieces remembered...in the dream there was a Red Barn North of here, and since it seemed deserted I wanted to go and take a look around. Went in the barn and was amazed to see ancient Mayan building blocks stored in there. Each had a symbolic face carved into it, the same symbol repeated over and over again except in one corner was a pagoda type set of three drawers. I took a piece of the structure out with me, because these building blocks belonged to the people. The owners didn't know there wasn't really any price you could put on them, they were priceless, but they kept them hidden, hoping to make some money one day. I carried them out and down a country road that turned narrow, rocky, treacherous with hairpin curves. Virginia knew about the red Barn secret all along, but was thinking of changing their mind. That's all I could remember....

March 18, 2010

Dreaming heavy...working in an unfamiliar area. It was familiar in the dream, but not familiar upon waking. So I'm going along I remember Hills and see a PowerfulTornado on the Horizon descending. I turned around to go to safety and it seems I know where to go and what to do. I hear sirens to start wailing, and when I turned around to see status of tornado, it was on the ground and people were following me tosafety. I beckoned to them to hurry and said "yes, you and you," etc., and even a couple of dogs were in line seeking shelter. I assessed how many more people could fit, then said, "yep, c'mon, you can get in too." Then it seems quite a bit of time passed by, yet the sirens are still wailing, but I take a chance and go out anyway to check out the situation. I thought all should be clear by now and I started looking around. I gasped as I saw the Tornado still churning on top of the hill. It was white and narrow and instead of moving it was taking root and growing features like a giant man with glowing eyes and skin of bark. And though I was aware ofit'sdanger, I knew I could give it a wide berth so that I might be able to get around it without it hurting me. In the dream I was mighty puzzled at the tornado's behavior and skin. I told myself to wake up and write down this dream.

Several years ago I had a dream in which I was an observer, rather than a participant. In the dream I watched as several "important" men were swarming around a very wealthy man as they followed him onto his yacht. While the men were being entertained etc., the main man/owner of the yacht excused himself and went to the sleeping quarter where his wife was, locked in a room, sitting in a chair sewing. He asked her, "Where is it?" She wouldn't answer him. He asked her again whereshe "had put it!"She just sat silent, sewing. So the man started to rip her to shreds, beating and kicking and he kept asking "where it was!" She smiled knowing it was safe where she had hid it even though she knew it would cost her life. After this man killed his wife, he started tearing apart the living quarters, turning over books and nick knacks on shelves, pulling out drawers and upending things, but he could not find what he was looking for, which he knew now after the whole world found out about it he would be ruined, so he walked out onto the deck of the yacht, which had turned into a war ship, then he walked down iron steps into the ocean, turned into a Tiger, and drowned himself.

Being curious, I went into the living quarters after he had left, looking for what the woman had hidden and found it. It was a message written in a circular pattern on the inside of a dinner typebell. And though the man had picked it up and looked underneath of it, he didn't bother turning it upside down and reading.

I was an observer in the midst of about thirty people who were standing in an orderly group on the grassy lawn of a big, rather old house. I kept hearing "Gonzaga". ( In retrospect I realize that this house was much like the one in Spokane, WA. in which my daughter once lived).
I looked around and thought that there was a lot of room there. My friend, Helen,( who is a flight attendant) was passing out food trays. She began to laugh and said, "I'm not used to doing it like this." There was no sense of anything being wrong. She ran out of food, and I heard a male voice call out, "Anyone here who will take eight (8) gold pieces for a loaf of bread?" Silence followed, and I woke up, still hearing "Gonzaga" as I awoke.

My dream starts out it is Sunday July 11th 2010. I am a WWII reenactor and we have work parties on Sunday's to work on our vehicles. Its going pretty good getting things done. when about 3:30PM everyone's cell phone lights up and we learn IsRae22l is attacking Iran. We rush inside the house turn on the TV and get the news reports. We then learn what the IsRae22l's mistake is Obama withholds its promise support but Iran and RussiaattackUS targets anywayand wesuffer great losses.The dream ends but I am still shaking and sweating as if I had been outside working on vehicles. The dream was very real and scary.

I was in a small cafe having breakfast and the television was on. It was a car race, seemed like NASCAR, but may not be. (By the way, I am not a NASCAR fan.) All of the sudden a sink hole began opening up in the track and got bigger and bigger until it encompassed the whole width of the track. It was probably about 20 or 30 feet across and whatever the width of a race track is. Cars couldn't stop and were falling in. Pit crews were falling in. Two guys were holding onto rebar or ropes trying to hang on for their lives. Then I woke up.
Just thought I'd post this for posterity, just in case something like this occurs (Urban Survival Reader).

I was in a medium size city, but don't know the name. There was a map in a showcase on a street I was looking at of the town, and at various points throughout the city there were places or buildings in silver marked as "Citizen Evacuation Centers". I would guess that there were 10-15 of these places scattered across this town.
From the very beginning, I somehow knew this citizen evacuation - which was already in progress - was a sham, and had another purpose which I didn't know but I knew I didn't like and didn't want to have anything to do with.
The scene shifted, and I was standing in front of a window in an office building or hotel looking out, on the other side of which was a breezeway for vehicles. There were busses parked outside in the breezeway, and people who were being "evacuated" were already on board. I could see a guy sitting inside ofthe bus parked in front ofthe windowI was looking thru, and he had a look on his face that wasa cross between being worried about whatever they were being evacuated for, and realizing thathe had somehow screwed up by getting on the bus.
Scene change, and I had joined up with a couple of other people I didn't know, but they knew the "evacuation" was bogus as well. We were scavenging for food and such in this one neighborhood, and went into a fairly nice home which seemed like the people who lived in had left in a hurry. I found a lot of chocolate(?) in one place, which I am sure was truffles wrapped in small boxes with ribbons, almost a pallet of it. There were also a number of tables for 4 in theroom which had linen table cloths on them, and each place at the table had a dish of chocolate mousse. No one was seated at any of the tables.
End of dream, at least what I can remember of it.