I've had this dream three times over the last several years: The last time was about 2yrs ago.
I'm in a boat, at night, in a flooded city. This is a big city with skyscrapers many stories high. It's late at night or just very dark. We have a lamp and we are rowing through the downtown area looking for anyone else. There are two other people in the boat with me, and I recognize them as friends within the dream structure, (I see there faces clearly), but I don't know them in awake life. I'm calling out to see if we can find anyone, but I really get the feeling that we are very alone. The dream is always in the same location, same scenerio and has never gone beyond that point. Now the real weird part is that I'm dreaming this from above. I can see myself, but It's like an out of body experience.

Had a weird dream about earthquakes last night (6/25/10). I was in the stairwell of a building, holding on to the handrail, which was pipe. I was sitting on the stairs, which were metal -- very industrial, like you'd find in a school or office. I was looking out a window at a full moon, which was in the waxing into an eclipse. A siren, blaring horns sounded, and I heard someone shout from below me "here comes another one." I felt dizzy and felt the ground swell up like an ocean wave and it thundered, echoing in the small space I was in. I was terrified as I heard buildings crash and people screaming.

I was in this place walking around in the dark, and I realised it was Miami, and the back garden of the house from my past only that it was from the perspective of the future and knowing future events were about to take place. It was dark and there were snowflakes being illuminated by the light from street lamps and I looked over to the distance which seemed to be north east of the area and recalled that in the future a huge explosion was going to take place. Meanwhile I had come to the realisation that it was SNOWING in MIAMI in the middle of JUNE! I knew that something was wrong with that, and it was so vivid I caught myself repeating this, that I am standing here looking at this snow falling which should not be falling.. and I wondered if it was because of chemicals in the air or something. And I wondered if that explosion in the distance I was remembering from the future WAS in fact in the direction of Iran or IsRae22l.

Dream starts with me waking in my current home, which is two story, by the sound of an infant crying in the downstairs. I look down the stairs and see that water is coming into the home under the front door slightly. I find this odd, as the house is on top of a hill, so water must be high to be reaching into the home. Again I hear the baby cry, so I call down to comfort it that i will be right there. Just then water starts to rush in around the door quickly and my daughter starts pleading from her room(upstairs) to not go down there. She is scared for me to go down. I tell her that I have to help the crying baby, but she keeps pleading for me not to as the waters steadly rise. She then says that it is a trick, there is no baby. The waters are now half way up the stairs and roaring so loud we have to yell to hear each other. Suddenly the waters stop roaring and calm. They are still high, but calm. My family huddles together and look out the windows to the neighborhood and all the houses around us are under water. everything is still and quiet.

In the dream of 6/24, the network of roads in the US (world?) suddenly started behaving very oddly like a metastisizing cancer - taking on a life of its own. The snarl of roads, instead of being flat on the surface of the earth, started to become 3 dimensional with a depth and height up past the earth's atmosphere - like a giant snarl of ribbons. Cars would be driving down the road and suddenly zoom up, up and away into space. Scientists struggled to explain (and to "treat") what was happening. Soon, terrified people began to just float up from the surface and away and there was no way to stop the process, The word "rapture" did not occur to me as the event seemed terrifying and catastrophic - not a happy event. Some of us tried to find a way to stay (going underground, into bunkers, etc.) but nothing stopped the process. My partner went into the next room and never returned. I was visited by "beings" who indicated that I was stuck here because of a rare medication that I was on that blocked the "ascension". So, I would be A WITNESS to the events as they unfolded, very much impacted but somewhat protected during the coming terror. Cosmic rays? Geophysical events? Not sure. I would know, upon awakening one morning, that the worst had passed and I could then bring forth the remnant of people who were in a protected place (in the center of the earth?).

This dream occured in February or March 2010. My dreams qualitatively changed about that time. Most noticeable for me was the change in the pre-dream state, when I closed my eyes I used to see random colors, fuzzy, no coherence, no discernable patterns. In early 2010 the pre-dream (that stage of first falling asleep) changed to being one of geometric patterns, fractals, hexagons and other discernable patterns etc. Its seems almost like my head got a new video card. And it still remains that way. I don't know why. I am wondering if anyone else has noticed a qualitative change in the resolution and detail of their dreams in 2010?
I had a dream where I awakened until a bed, not unlike the hospital beds in Star Trek. It was a blue mattress about the color of blue you see on those tarps that cover sailboats when they are idle. The bed itself seemed to be seemless white quartz, as was the room and the arching doorway. There were humans there who were quite delighted that I woke up. I sat up on the bed and looked around. The smiled very kindly and didn't say a whole lot to me but seemed very kind and non-threatening. It was clear that they were quite pleased with my presence with them and they seemed to know me or know who I was - which is more than I can say about them.
I was able to see outside the widely arching doorway, which was more an alcove that a close room off a main hall. In the main hall to the right was large arching windows, and all the construction seemed to be crystaline white quartz. The city (or was it a ship? I really don't know - it was friggin huge) had humans in some kind of a jump suit type uniform walking through the corridors. The pace was not frantic. There was some source of indirect lighting in the quartz it was pleasantly bright but not too bright on the eyes. But I was unable to determine where the light came from. They didn't seem to use light bulbs. To the left was a large curving window that I was able to see a large portion of this city and it was fantastically modern, gracefully designed and beauitful.
The part that really confused me about the dream was that I had that sense of super consciousness that I had experienced in a near death experience a year earlier, and I didn't think I'd get to experience that again in this life - that sense of the mind being non-local - a quantum state of thinking. If only my brain worked that well all the time. But unlike my near death experience the prior year the memory of the dream on the crystal city faded after a few days, so I am pretty sure it was not another NDE. The dream could have been on a UFO, or it could be something in the future, I don't know.

Date: 6/25/2010
At a hospital, where apparently I worked. Standing at the doorway to the ER. There was a huge disruption - started from outside, like a wave of destruction that rolled through. It was of such magnitude that though my experience was local I knew the effects were widespread and changed everything. The scene rippled, like a shockwave. The damage, though not particularly graphic was profound. As the wave pulsed through I caught a glimpse of M., a doctor I once worked with IRL - he was simultaneously at the heart of the wave (as it entered the scene) and blasted through the room with everyone else.
The chaos was instantaneous and casualties, though obviously injured seemed more like psychological trauma surivors. I felt such grief. As I watched M. make his way through the room, he was shell-shocked, unable to function - I felt moved to comfort him and though his emotional response was effaced, there was a sense of relief.
Time passed a bit - to within a few days or so later and obvious cultural references to the disaster had been adopted - there was a tally of victims and refugees. We all looked at each other with different eyes. We were all refugees, though we hadn't moved. There was a kind of citizens or refugees organization - people were meeting and there was a spirit of democratic power at the meetings. As I went toward a meeting room I saw a woman reading a book, in front of the book she held a piece of paper that mentioned a friend of mine, saying she had "gone home to India." That seemed amazing - not just that I'd never known her home was India, but that she'd managed to get a flight before they had become impossible to get, so rare - before the flights had been stopped, which had been almost immediately after the catastrophe.

When you hear a thunderous roar coming from directly overhead it's only natural to look up, isn't it? At first all you could see was a gray cloud boiling, churning in the sky. Thunder? An approaching Summer storm, perhaps? No, wait! What the...what is that? Looks like an aircraft carrier, but inverted, and massive. I think I held my hands over my ears, or maybe just raised them over my head in astonishment--unbelievable--my eyes must be deceiving me. How does something that big just hang there? I'd seen big planes before--the Space Shuttle on it's 757 transport--even seen the Antonov 225 it's a big-bad-boy, but this--this was 10 times that size. They're here! The hair on my arms was standing straight up, and my ears popped. That's no typical airplane--it's alien, I thought.
The Aliens had gone public (we would later learn just how long they'd secretly been here), and in the days following the first landings, the World had gone 'ape-shit' with fear over the uncertainty of what might be coming next. The doomsday cultist ranted and raved; churches filled to overflowing, the militaries of the World were mobilized and poised to defend the Earth, but the bombs never fell, nor did death-rays burn the flesh from the bones of Mankind; instead, the lights stayed on, there was plenty of food and gas; they had, afterall, come in peace, and with one simple message to the people of Earth. The Universe, the aliens would tell us; was teaming with life of all kinds; sentient, living breathing biological life; impossibilities of unimaginable strangeness, some nothing more than what you would call smoke, some large a planets. As the weeks following the alien revelation of their presents ticked by; the ant pile of frantic people quickly calmed down, and a media feeding frenzy of sorts settled in on the Aliens. At first, they were referred to as Invaders--later--Space Brothers by the press--and their amazing technology. WOW! Did they have tech; like we never dreamed of. Special representatives of the Human Race where invited to function as liaisons between Them and Us. Selected by lottery, 144,000 people representing all nations and races, joined the Alien Introduction Liaison And Education Program. I agreed to interact with (even travel to their planets (they had more than one)) with Them. Yea, I saw that episode of the Twilight Zone, "To Serve Mankind" where the foolish trusting humans fall for the alien propaganda, only ta be duped into traveling back to their planet to be eaten. I know, I know--all my friends said don't do it--it's a trick. Never in my life had I ever won anything--all those Lotto tickets--and not a cent ta show for it. I figured sometimes, ya gotta say, what the heck. I had an all-expense-paid vacation to the most beautiful planetary system you could ever imagine, and lived ta tell about it. Not bad I thought, for a guy with just a high school education. I felt mighty proud talking into one of those gizmos they gave me to record my reflections on Them. Mankind had grown up, maybe even been saved from self destruction, by the knowledge that other creatures had survived their own technological developments; over came the urge to violent behavior, and then come here, with love and peace in their hearts, to little old Earth, to tell us that if They could do it, so could We. I considered it a great privilege and honor to have been lucky enough to participate in the Evolution of Humanity. We had become, Us.

I kept having this repeating dream last night. It seemed to be in either the Mississippi or Ohio river valley, my hunch is near Missouri or Illinois by the look of the terrain. The dream repeated so many times in one night, I woke exhausted from it, it wasn't a very good night of sleep. It was a like a beacon warning for shipping, a recording that repeated and repeated. Not my usual nightly entertainment and no fun at all.
The message seemed to be to seek safety, the number 7 (earthquake magnitude?) and E43 kept coming up over and over again. There was other information but for the life of me I couldn't remember the rest as hard as I tried to in the dream. E43 ryhmed so it was easy to remember as was the 7.
The E43 thing confused me because I took it to mean those E codes European food manufacturers hide the names of their food additives on packagine in the EU. Upon waking I tried to find an E43 food code on Wikipedia but didn't find one.
But I did find some odd hits on Google for E43. The top hits I got on E43 on Google were these:
European route E43 in Germany and Switzerland (wrong countries - no likely connection)
ASTM committe E43 on metric standards (curious meaning there as metric can mean to measure)
And this final one on Amazon for the Ardisam E43 Earthquake Auger
http://www.amazon.com/Ardisam-Earthquake...B000CZ2YB6






Does Earthquake Auger = Earthquake Aurgur? (As in Aurgur = Predict?)
Is there a connection between drilling (augering) and earthquakes?

Dreamed in January/February 2010, recounted from memory;
I was at Nixon's Farm, a local farm that the owners rent out for parties and gatherings. They always host a Thanksgiving Dinner--You take your family there if you don't feel like cooking.
Anyway, I was sitting in a lounge outside the dining area, talking with a young woman who looked very familiar. She knew all about me but had apparently not seen me for years. She was asking about my family. I could not place her.
Dinner was imminent. Rich smells of food and low murmuring from the cooks and setup staff came in from the next room. A large group of family was due soon, but had not yet arrived.
"I'm certain I know you" I told the woman, "but I can't quite recall your name."
--"Don't worry about it" she said in a relaxed manner, "Wait until the other guests arrive."
"I can almost remember your name! Its--"
She looked me in the eye, touched my hand, very seriously said, "Don't."
"You're Mary C---!"
The dream broke apart like a mirror, breaking into large pieces. I woke up still talking to her. "How have you been! It's so good to see you again!"
Then I remembered that my friend Mary C had killed herself in the Fall of 1994.
Comments:
Mary C-- was the first of two dead people who have visited me in my dreams this year. The dead do not show up frequently in my dreams.
The good news: The theme of large numbers of family members arriving to have dinner together with me and a dead friend is consistent with a happy outcome in the afterlife.
The bad news: I am not terminally ill. Possibly, I and members of my extended family are at a severe risk of death. I wonder who would have come for dinner, and what would have happened if I had gone in to dinner with them?