Was riding in a car when out the window I noticed a vivid red color in the otherwise bright green colored water to the side of the road. Had to stop and get out to take a digital picture of the phenomena, as it looked so wild. Tried two times to take a picture of a particular red spot in the water and each time apparently the red matter was moving so quickly as to not be able to be caught on the camera.

This dream is from last night. I was driving on adivided highway with two lanes in the direction I was going, but the lanes were the opposite of the way they're set up in the US (low speed lane on the left instead of the right). I'm not sure if the drivers seat was on the right or left in the car I was driving, but probably on the right given what I was seeing. I was driving in the low speed (left) lane and saw two bicycles in the lane ahead of me with a car in front of them. I checked my blind spot to see if I could merge into the high speed (right) lane to get around them, but no luck. I looked in front of me again and the bicycles were gone, no sign of them at all, but the car was still there. It was an older sedan, probably from some time in the 70's (big and boxy with square corners, I don't know much about cars so I can't tell you the exact model or year). I cut to my left into the breakdown lane (after double checking to make sure the bicycles weren't there) to avoid the sedan and slowed down. As I went by I could see why it was stopped (or just going very slowly, I'm not sure). There were body parts on the pavement behind it. I could see a head with part of the spinal cord attached and some arms and legs. It looked like the car had run over some of them, there were longsmears on the pavement. My impression was that the body parts were from people of African descent, but it could be that they were burned/charred. I had the impression that there was much more stopped traffic and carnage ahead, but I woke up before I could see what caused it. Not much emotion attached to this dream -as if this was something fairly commonplace.

The first dream I had several months ago, last winter. I live about 70 miles due east of Washington. DC, near the Chesapeake Bay. In the dream I was standing in the open doorway of my home and looking west, over a bank of trees, into the sky. The trees had leaves, like midsummer. There was a hot breeze blowing and it blew a piece of paper in the doorway. The house was empty, deserted, just a few pieces of paper flying around. (Interesting, since that time, we've had to move because we can't afford to stay there. We're still moving things out, and yes, it's hot, and it's now empty and deserted.) So I'm standing in the doorway, the hot wind is blowing and I'm looking at the sky. It's dusk, or I think it's dusk, because to the west are enormous murky clouds, almost smoky, like what you'd see in a forest fire. I remember thinking, boy that's one big fire. I remember thinking, I'm glad I'm not on the other side of the Bay. End of dream.
Second dream, just two nights ago. I'm up in the air, looking down at an passenger jet. (After looking at some pictures of typical jets, I believe it was one of the smaller Airbus models.) The paint on the top of the jet is white, there are strips, but I can't see what colors. It's flying over green fields, rural area, flat, in the middle of the day. The sun is high. Suddenly, I'm below the jet and pieces are falling off. First, it's an engine with a piece of wing still attached. Then there's a rain of pieces all around me hitting the ground. End of dream.
I rarely have disaster dreams, but one I did have in 2003 that I still remember was our house surrounded by water, and two months later, Hurricane (then Tropical storm) Isabelle came up the Bay and surrounded our house with water, though not as far as I saw in my dream. I hate to think both these recent dreams are also going to happen. I've been praying alot.

Several years ago, I had a dream about our family home. In the dream, which seemed to occur at an indeterminatepoint in the future, my fatheris standing outside the house, observing its ruined condition with a sad expression on his face. My sense is that he is deceased, and manifesting as a spirit body. A blackened area of the roof suggests a fire has burned thru the structure. But more significantly, there is an air of desolation everywhere - as if whatever happened to the house is part of a larger devastation affecting a wide area. This house is located in the Eastern US, in Connecticut, and has been in the family for 5 generations.

This is of course ancient history by now, but I would like to record officially a dream which I had about 3 weeks prior to 9/11/2001. In the dream, which was in black and white and grey tones, and silent, I was standing in front of a large building, and a plane flew in low behind it and disappeared into it. This filled me with a sense of dread, and then another plane appeared flying in low and the same thing happened. It disappeared into the building. I had had similar plane-crash dreams in the past, but never one in which two planes were involved. And the grey-tone quality made it seem as if the dream-eventoccurred at night. Only after 9/11 didI realize the significance of this dream.

This dream occurred in 1996 or 97. It was extremely vivid at that time, and the details have stayed fresh in my mind since. I have been reluctant to share it, but this seems to be the place to do so if it is going to be shared. This dream was notable in the fact that it was as if I was in a familiar place at a different time, sensing the surroundings that had dramaticly changed, and thinking/feeling things in relation to those surroundings that were somewhat alien to my life experience. This dream also lacks symbolic imagery and relationships, which figure prominently in most of my other memorable dreams.

I was walking along a familiar road that winds though a forested Wisconsin river valley near where I was living at the time of the dream. The sense was that it had been raining every day for weeks, possibly even months. The weather was cloudy but temperate. I was wearing several layers of wool and polypropylene, and they were damp and uncomfortable. This clothing was my only real possession, as I did not have the energy to carry much else and it kept me alive while sleeping.

It was summertime, likely June or early July, but most all of the leaves had been ripped off of the trees as if by a storm and plastered the road and muddy ground. The leaves were still a little green, with browning around the edges. It was late afternoon, but due to the low overhanging clouds it was dark as twilight. Many trees had been blown down by wind. One stand of large poplars looked as if some giant hand had twisted them until they split lengthwise. The poplars laid broken and bent to the ground pointing all in the same direction as one sees with straight line winds, only on a much larger scale.

I was extremely tired, so hungry I was numb to the feeling of hunger, and fearful of being seen by men with guns. Putting one foot in front of the other was an act of continual will, and I was trying to be alert to my surroundings should I need to run for my life from other people. I was going to a familiar place of natural beauty for purely psychological reasons. There was nothing special at this place that was going to change my situation. I was alone, and had been alone for some time. There were not very many people as compared to before, and there was no real reason to try and be with any. There was a lingering feeling of crushing loss that I seemed to not want to think about, but occupied my waking thoughts in a sort of delirium. I had the sense that I had been eating roots and other edible wild plants, but they were somewhat sparse and difficult to dig up in my energy depleted condition.

I followed the road until it crested a hill coming out of the valley. The clouds to the north were thinning and letting light through. The sun was setting in the sky, barely visible through a brown haze blowing from the left. The haze mixed with the overcast sky and appeared to be smoke, as if some great fire was burning somewhere over the horizon. The sun was about 1 hand width off the horizon at roughly 10-15 degrees to the right of magnetic north. At this point I woke up with the feeling that this state of things could possibly happen, and I needed to be aware of it. This feeling has persisted over the years.

Seeing the sun setting in the north was the part of the dream out of sync with reality, and I thought it was just unusual unconscious imagery until I told this dream to my aunt in 2000. She showed me some information about periodic pole shifts that occur and change the location of the north and south poles, and the possible effects on the climate of various places as a result. For the time of the year and the direction of the sunset, assuming that the earth is still 'wobbling' at roughly the same seasonal tilt, the new 'north pole' as per this dream would be somewhere near Britain or Scandinavia in my estimation. My aunt, also being interested in Edgar Cayce chalked this up to his prediction that 'Britain would disappear in an instant' or something like that, which would qualifiy if it is under a sheet of ice.

In my dream I awoke early in the morning. The world had been a different place for some time now. Population had been vastly reduced and the climate in my area was completely different. We had entered another ice age. My family was fine because of all of our preparations over the last year and aspects of life seemed very normal. Normal in the way that our lives consisted of finding the people I cared about, but I found a few random people as well. There were hardley any people left and it was a rarity to find anyone. I felt as if I had been searching for weeks. My dad and I would take turns going out in an airplane searching and my mom sister would stay home. My sister went a couple of times to help. I was walking down a revine to a meadow and there were 2girls (twins) and they began to follow me. I crossed the meadow and entered a redwood forest and some of the trees had fallen. It was very damp and quiet. Thegirls didn't seem frightened of me, theywere just shocked to seepeople. We reached a clearing and began talking. I knewI had been called to this place by something supernatural, a quest, to help repair areas of the planet that had been hurt by humans and needed a kick start to get going again. There were tree branches that were actually levers that needed to be moved in the right sequence, rocks that had to placed in keyholes in the earth and in trees and boulders in order for the earth to begin repairing itself in that area so that it would not take an eternity. It was a very complicated puzzle, but I already been given the information to solve it. It was a task meant for me only. I had done tasks like this before in other places. When I compleated the task I turned around to make sure thegirls were still there and a river had begun flowing. As soon as I noticed the river was flowing I got really scared. I told the girls to run and to follow me. We ran across the clearing and up the ravine to the road which led up to a large derelict mansion where the girls had been staying. We had gone up thousands of feet and when we looked back down to the meadow it had filled with water and the water wasslowly rising upthe side of the mountain. I could not get to my plane. There was an old man staying with the girls and he gave us 1 parachute. The water had reached the bottom of the house and the old man told us to hurry to a spot above the house. We watched the house slowlybeing consumedby the water. The old man pushsed us off the clif and pulled the cord to the parachute and told us to leave him behind. The shute opened really fast and we immediately caught an updraft that took us quickly away. As we looked back the water was consuming everything on the mountainside. It was as if there was an invisible force that pushed the water on a snaking path up the mountainside. I really felt like I was thousands of feet in the air, yet I waslevel with the water, watching houses being crushed, land and all sorts of things beingswallowed by the water. The water was a conscious being . It knew where it was going. It had a purpose, and I knew it was there to cleanse the mountainside, and it had been my responsibility to set it in motion. The water wasn't intent on killing us, so I knew at this point we were safe and that everything that had happened was meant to be. Once I realized that this was the way the earth was healing itself, I woke up.

Ihad this dream where Iwent to to the doctor on a routine visit. Mine is one who would rather have you be healthy and prevent problems rather than just cram another pill down your throat. Well, anyway, on this visit he mentioned a new initiative to help people maintain their health. There was no cost as it was federally funded, would I like some information on it. I tell him sure and he leaves the room and at this time a military officer like a general with all the service ribbons returns. HEgives me the information. The plan is to insert this small maybe 1/8" hexagon purple chip behind your ear. It 'smooths out' the wake/eat/sleep cycles to maintain proper balance and health. As he's talking he's paging through this pamphlet with some kind of anime type cute girl sleeping, typing, walking, and eating = 'beaming radiance' type of appearance.. The unit is to control urges. Iassumed it would tell you when to sleep, when to stop eating, when to exercise, and when to work harder. I didn't have to decide now, but take the literature and think about it as the no cost offer won't continue and then everyone will have to pay for it. At that point my own control device woke me up for work.

My sister just reminded me of a dream i desrcibed to her in Sept of 2009 she couldnt remember the exact date.
Lying in my bed semi awake, able to hear traffic outside, flatmate making coffee, radio going etc.
I am presented with a scene of low rolling hills which i travel up to the top of. I have no idea if i walked i just seemed to glide up the hill to the top. I am now looking down into a bay with the low hills to waterline distance about 500mtrs. The bay curves around gently and has calm waters.
It is a sunny day and i notice people in the shallow water and a road that also passes over the hill to the foreshore on my right. 1 or 2 seagulls are flying overhead and all looks completely normal.
Looking out to sea i notice more seagulls heading inland and think that maybe there is going to be rough weather out to see so the birds are heading to land as they do.
My attention is diverted to a commotion on the beach as people are pointing and running to the waters edge. I move down closer to see what is going on and notice what looks like fish washing up on the beach. About 50mtrs from the water and i look up to see literally hundreds of seagulls all heading inland and notice a couple of them just fall out of the sky dead on the ground. People are shouting and pointing as now i can see fish floating all over the water and washing up on the beach. More birds are now falling out of the sky and people are starting to panic.
I know i had to get away so move back up to the top of the hill and then i can see a blue green fog coming in over the water. It is moving quite fast and the people seem unaware. I am shouting and pointing trying to get their attentionas i know this fog is deadly. I now feel a strong wind on my face and see the fog move in much faster with it. I see the first person collapse and then another and extreme panic amoung the others.
The fog seems to accelerate as it hits the shore line as now i see it is not just at sea level but is a gas hanging in the air. I know i have to get away as i see more people and everything living in its path literally wither and die. The ground goes brown and any living thing, bugs beatles flying and crawling is going past me as fast as it can to get away. I turn and see an old car we had about 20 years ago parked at the bottom of the hill by the road. I run and see my sister waving to me from across the paddock and she is running too.
We both reach the car and jump in the back. I then notice my father (who died over a decade ago) is in the drivers seat and i am saying come on dad startthe car we gotta get outa here. At the same time i am thinking this is weird dad has come back from the dead to get us outa here how does that work.I reach up and shake him by the shoulder wondering why he hasn't moved or answered. The moment i move him i know he is already dead and he just slumps over on the dash. I look out the back window to see nothing but dead bodies of people and animals who have tried to escape the gas that is now closing in on the car. As i jump out to get in the drivers seat with my sister yelling and crying i find myself now fully awake and the dream finished.
I live in New Zealand so i can't say it was related tothe gulf incident in the Statesbut the similarities are there and for everyones sake i hope the rest of the details i saw do not come true.

I posted aspects of this dream on prophecies.us as "roatan" in june or july of 2009. 3 days before the 7.0 Honduras quake last year, I received the words "10.5" and "Caribbean" so I used the name of the epicenter Roatan Island. This dream took place in a museum and I was viewinga "live display" of a city sinking into the ground. The man next to me said something like "if they knew what they were doing by drilling for oil they would stop." A government or corporation was drilling and the city sank. I got images of what I thought was Ecuador, the words "Terra Plana, Santa/San Ana/Henry Hill" and saw these guerilla fighters trudging through the swamps. From replies/feedback I received on several forums, I think this has something to do with the Gulf Oil Spill and the subsidence of lands or earthquakes related to drilling or the release of pressure. One poster on GLP suggested that it coincides with her dream of an earthquake and land sinking in Galveston Bay or the Houston area. I think the reference to Ecuador may have been an indicator ofa majorOil Spill that happened near the Galapagos Islands.