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.

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.