Early this past Saturday morning I experienced one of my full range Technicolor dreams. I flew a pyramid.
The location seemed to be in the Southwestern USA/ Northern Mexico desert. There were plenty of rocks avariance of terrain and different cactus and gnarly low growing trees. The pyramid was not terribly high or big, more like three or four houses tall and wide. It's shape was one of un-even wear and appeared to be made of red sandstone andamore rounded, worn all over appearancethan a traditional sharp block type. Now to the flying.
A well scattered smallish group of various people of all shapes, sizes and races were making their way to the pyramid from one general direction. I was part of this group, but it was as if we weren't together. We all arrived at the same destination around the sometime randomly. It was early morning daylight and one fellow hadmade it to the pyramid ahead of everyone else and had climb up a short distance sat down.He was trying to figure out how to fly it away. The consensus was we all knew it would fly, but know one knew how to do it. There were a couple of geek types staring and trying to figure it out with zero ability. The other guy climbed down and I climbed up and sat myself down on a ledge or slight outcropping that seemed to have an indentation for a butt and two depressions for feet. There were no controls present and then it dawned on me that a simple thought or word command would work.
Within moments something clicked in my mind and the pyramid came to life like somethingmechanical and earth likemelded into one comprehensive flying platform. Much like a helicopter the pyramid slowly raised up and separated from the ground a few feet. It gained power and slowly tilted forward slightly and I started flying forward as I waved good-by to those still on the ground. I remember it was as if they were in shock and could not believe their eye. I was thrilled!
I can't recall the word or thought which allowed me to fly the pyramid. The dream ended as I started moving foreword.

Last night I was on an expedition with three scientists to observe a badger in it's native habitat. We climbed up into the mountains and then stopped and unpacked all the gear. They one guy say's the badger cave is just up ahead and we'll get to see it soon. We go up a little ways further and sure enough there is a cave opening. Running along in front of the cave opening is this wire and sliding on this wire is a tube with three backpack type framed on it tied together. The Three scientists strap themselves into them, now they're tied together side by side. They slide up this wire together and begin pounding with sticks all around the mouth of the cave. I tell them to stop, the things going to come out and they tell me 'Of course, that's what we want.' I'm not tied up with them and at this point the badger comes out and looks more like a dog, but it ignores the scientists all tied up and waving sticks at it and localizes on me. Of course ,it starts chasing me and I always wake up before being caught. I think something is trying to tell may I will pay for not following the crowd no matter how stupid they seem to be?

Hi George,
Had a most-disturbing dream this morning. I was in a large city (difficult to tell from the dream WHICH city, lots of large buildings but no distinguishing features), when I noticed a small parachute (too small to carry a person) float by and land. Shortly after that, it detonated. Right after that, several more started appearing in all directions. I remember saying loudly to those around me "WE ARE BEING CARPET BOMBED" and it dawned on us all to take cover. We started running for an underground area (subway or parking garage), at which point I woke up.
Needless to say, I tried all morning to shake the creepy feeling this gave me.
Trying to remember more about the dream, but the city I was in was a typical large city, with a mix of older and new glass-curtain architecture type buildings. I couldn"t see any landmarks. I am not even certain if this was an American city.

I was laying in my bed just kind of thinking and I got the "feeling" that I was supposed to take a "nap" as i was to be "told" something. As I started to drift to sleep, I could feel my body entering the same "state" as when I practice the Hemi-Sync exercises... going into conscious awareness. I do not know what time the dream began... I am not positive what time I fell asleep... it was sometime between 3:30 and 4:00 - so the dream lasted about an hour. It was only ONE FLOWING dream. It had a very clear beginning and a clear ending. I was in a building downtown louisville, ky.... I think maybe the short square humana building... but it seemed more like the glass condo building next to slugger field... I was in one of the top floor penthouses... I went outside to look at the sky and i saw a clouds covering the entire sky like a blanket... couldn't see much... but I had a feeling that something was going on... then i saw a small hole in the clouds and I could see more clouds above that cloud swirling in the opposite direction.... so i KNEW tornados were coming. I could look around in the distance and see tornados starting to form like little dips in the clouds. so i went back up to the penthouse to "warn" scott - and a different lady was in the shower with her small son, she had long dirty-blond hair. I apologized for walking in on her and told her that a tornado was coming. I went back out into the living room and looked out the window to downtown Louisville, I could see the Providian Building and the PNC Building about to be engulfed in these "twin" F3/F5 tornados... and they were headed straight for me. the fleeting thought came to mind to "run" and try and get out of harms way...but immediately following that was a sense of peace and calm... that NO. This must be my time... and I became totally at peace with leaving this earth... almost excited about what may lay ahead on the other side. I closed my eyes and began to feel this tingily wave wash over me... In my mind I was assuming that the tornado had already struck and I was no longer in my physical body. I could feel myself "floating" ... almost "flying" in what felt like my physical body. within a second or two, I was flying over blue waters... it was absolutely amazing. Like I was flying over the blue, blue ocean. And then all of a sudden. I was standing up in a completely DIFFERENT location - I want to say that it was OUT of STATE - as it seemed to take a long while to get back to Louisville, Kentucky. I don't recall HOW i got home... just that it took a while. Of course, after arriving back in Louisville, the devestation was very obvious - much WORSE that the 1970's Tornado that hit the highlands - this one hit downtown and most every building was hit and all windows were blown out. The large square building that I was in, actually fell over into the Ohio river - it was completely destroyed.

The first dream was 3 weeks ago around June 5th. I am walking with my grown son and another man through deep snow in an older neighborhood. The houses are unfamiliar to me andlook to be built inthe 20s and 30s. There is a divider down the middle of the street with trees and a narrow sidewalk. It appears to have been an upscale neighborhood at one time, but now seems bleak - probably because the trees are bare and the snow is trampled and dirty.Cars are abandoned and there doesn't seem to be any services in the area. We are going from house to house looking for anyone who might be there and for anything we can use.
We enter a house and find a young woman and a little girl about 3 years old huddled in the basement. The woman has on sweatpants and a tee-shirt and is barefoot. She has a blanket wrapped around her. The child is wearing a man'soversized sweatshirt and the arms and waistband drag the ground as she tries to walk. There is no heat nor food in the house.
The woman begins to cry. "My baby died two weeks ago and now THIS is happening!"
Up until this point I had felt no emtions whatever but now I feel myself becoming choked up and I try to comfort her. My son and the other man begin looking for things we can use. We find old worn out sheets but nothing else except an oldpaper towel dispenser on the wall - the kind like they have in schools with the individual folded paper towels in it. My son priesit off the wall with a screw driver. It seems important that we take this with us.
Suddenlywe are outside walking in the snow to another house across the street. As we cross the divider in the middle of the street I notice the woman is still barefoot and is carrying the little girl wrapped in the blanket. We enter alarge house which seems to have been picked simply because it has more room than the other houses. There is a fire in the fireplace and several other women and children are huddled around the fire for warmth. Another woman gets up and puts her arms around the young woman and child. They collapse in a heap on the floor and I bend down to help them all up. I look around. I don't know any of these people except for my son but I feel linked to them as though we had all made it through something devastating.
Two men are in another room off to my left stacking items taken from nearby houses - canned goods and blankets and we add the paper towel dispenser to the pile. Again, I felt like it was somehowan important contribution.
The alarm abruptly wakes me up and I'm confused. I have to take a minute to realize that I'm in my own bed and it's summer. In my dream some sort of calamity has cut us off from other people but I have no idea what it is. I don't even know what's happened to my immediate family other than my son. I feel bad because I didn't take the time to wrap the woman's feet in the old sheets to protect her from the snow and I keep wondering why we needed the old paper towel dispenser. Universe seems to be telling me I need to learn which things are important - that I won't be able to practice this - I have one chance toget it "right" ifit happens to me in real life.
The second dream I've had several times. The last time about 6 months ago. I'm on I-40 driving west betweenTucumcari and Santa Rosa, NM. It seems to be important to get to Santa Rosa as I know there will be fresh flowing water.
I run out of gas and just leave my car on the highway. There other abandoned cars and trucks and all of us are walking.No matter how many times I dream it - it always ends the same - just walking and walking and never reaching my destination.
In real life these two towns are more than 60 miles apart. There are few ranches, no trees, and plenty of wide open nothing. At Santa Rosa there are lakes, trees,and a place known as the Blue Hole where cool, pure watergushes out of the earth year round on its way to the Pecos River.It seems to represent a safe place if I could just get there. Though Santa Rosa may not bewhere I ultiimately need to go, I thinkUniverse telling me I need to be betterprepared for where ever I'm led and not wait until the last minute.

I dreamt that all the gas stations near me had closed as the owners could no longer afford to pay for shipments. Some gas stations were open but which ones were being kept secret by TV and radio. There was real fear and people were trying to see who they could trust and were trying to get out of the city and perhaps find a situation less dreadful.
The college and NFL games on TV had been cancelled. It was cold outside and nearly all the stores and shopping centers had closed. No bus service. Law of the jungle and people woke up in it.

He was dead, and I was going through his closet, to dispose of his clothes. He had a very spare house with a single closet and just a few well-worn clothes. I kept looking for his *mantle* in the closet, and in the dream I couldn't find the word for overcoat. His *mantle* was missing. There was an empty hanger where it ought to have been. I was disappointed and distressed. On the floor of his closet was a box of cardboard pages with shiny red, green, yellow tape on them. They had no writing, as if they were just sides of Wheaties bozes cut out with the short 4" tape stripes on them. I was again disappointed and did not understand. My primary concern in the dream was how to spell his surname.
Having read his bio afterward, I realize he d. in a plane crash in Africa and most of those nations involved had the red, green, yellow on their flag. That I cannot assume his mantle is obvious. I'm just a fool and he was a saint. That's it! Whaddaya think?

A shaman appeared and simply said, "It's time." So I understood, and proceeded to dress like him and prepare for the upcoming changes.

I've lived in SoCal for a couple years now so I've gotten quite used to smallish earthquakes. They don't really bother me.
Was sleeping Friday (6/25 or early 6/26) night at a friends house in Yorba Linda, CA and had a dream that an earthquake was happening. Was pretty violent and lasted for what seemed like a couple min. In my dream I got out of bed after the quake and went to the USGS site to see how big it was, where it was centered etc. Turns out it was a big one, 7+ centered on or around Catalina Island. The dream (or at least my recollection of it) ends there. Woke up the next morning and went to the USGS site and obviously there was no big quake the night before.
Earlier on Friday there had been a small quake nearby (mag 3) which shook the house in one jolt. Not a big deal in the slightest, but probably what set the stage for my dream that night. My house is in Irvine and is about 30 feet above sea level and 5 miles from the coast so had there been a big quake just off short I'd probably be lucky to be so far inland.

My family were in a car driving in the UK (something we have never done at any time during any of our trips there) There was an ambiguous "check point" but since the police didn't flag us down, he continued to drive forward, and then the police just jumped in front of the car. Then a second police ahead flagged down the car and pointed that we had to go to the station because we failed to stop. But had the first police been doing something other than chatting, and then spontaneously jumping out, my husband would have stopped the car.
They wanted to search the car and then us, and there my husband is actually getting undressed and then my son.. and I was very upset because they had no right to ask this of us, and they came to me.. and I was like.. "no way" I am a sovereign citizen of Sweden and you have no right to even ask this of them and me.. and worst of all, you made my little boy take his cloths off.. and I was screaming and crying "YOU PERVERTS you have no right to do that..." and I was causing a fuss and then someone else came in this room and looked at me as if without words the look said "I know its wrong but this is our job"..and I was sneering if you feel so bad how is this helping to keep your country safe? And I was screaming, this doesn't help you to stay safe, it only helps you to make the people not trust you.. I don't trust perverts who look at naked children.. and I was screaming and crying.