I had a strange dream last night about meeting this Navy woman who was trying to sell me land on island bases on relatively unknown or known Islands in the Atlantic, Carribean and Pacific Ocean. I saw satellite images of a huge airbase on island in the Atlantic near the Bahamas that is on no map or chart or Google Earth. I saw smaller bases in the Carribean. Some were natural some were man made islands. There seemed to be no area on earth where there was not a naval or naval airbase and the extent of it rather amazed me. Then I was offered a small plot of land on Akau atoll in the Pacific ocean. I couldn't figure out why she wanted me to be on one of these islands and I was under a friendly but slightly high pressure sales effort to buy (or accept?) land in one or more areas. She said the king of the world (who the heck is that?) wanted me to have some land. These all seemed to be pieces of real estate owned or controlled by the Navy. The sense was of it all was they were scaling back operations. Very odd. But then it seems I am always traveling somewhere in my dreams.

Only rarely do I have a repeat theme in a dream. However, I had this dream repeat a number of times over several years. I was always in the same position in the dream with the same exact view.
At first the dream started out as some soldiers in cammies with helmets and weapons patrolling down my street. As the dream repeated, the scenario expanded a bit each time. The soldiers were patrolling down the street and I was now watching from the roof of a nearby building. Then it was night and they were patrolling and I had some binoculars watching for them to arrive. Then they were patrolling and I was on the roof and had a rifle and I now understood this to be an invasion of Chinese troops expanding out from Washington, D.C. into the suburbs where I live Then they were patrolling and I had a rifle and I was watching for them to come as I was expecting them. As I spotted them coming, I turned looking for an exit off the roof before they could come up to me. This version of the dream continued several times as I kept looking for a way off the roof to make a getaway. I finally found a way to start climbing down a ladder off the roof, but NEVER got down the ladder -- the dream always ended before I got to the ground. Then the dream started getting violent. As the troops came up to my building I started taking shots from the roof acting as a sniper. I shot a couple of troops and tried getting off the roof. The scenario got stuck in this loop and kept repeating whenever I had this dream. Then the final version of the dream had a helicopter come up over the troops and as I shot at them the helicopter came over my building looking for me on the roof. Again I tried to get off the roof and the dream ended. This time when I woke up I asked myself why I could not get away in the dream; the answer came into my head -- if I get up on the roof and shoot at the troops, I will get killed. I now realize that this was a message to me that when the invasion comes, I cannot be confrontational with these troops or I will be killed. After this realization, the dream stopped. I have not had the dream again for the past year and a half.

I dreamt that some lady was in a bedroom of my house conducting some sort of "yard" sale. For some reason, I kept seeing shoes. (Note: I actually have very few shoes.) I look out the back window and see an oriental man going over the fence into my back yard from my neighbor's back yard. I call out to him to challenge his intent. He goes back to my neighbor's yard but says nothing. I am concerned for my neighbors. As the dream progresses, I become aware that there are actually three Korean soldiers in my home and that they had come from my neighbor's home. I thin they were in my home to look at what was for sale. Somehow, the yard sale (seemed more like an estate sale at this point) became a very big event. I saw lots of cars and people out front. I look at my neighbor's yard and see a large number of dark-colored SUV's and I am aware that they are connected to the soldiers. While the soldiers were not doing anything overtly threatening, their presence felt very ominous. The show connection was very bizarre, even seemed that way in the dream. It turned out to be a large number of shoes. I also remember several dogs, especially one that wanted to mouth my hand, almost to the point of biting hard. I kept trying to talk soothingly to it so it would not see me as a threat.

Almost as strange as the dream itself was that I was waking up and going back into the dream repeatedly. It was as though the dream did not want to let me go. I felt like I was pulled back into the dream. This happened numerous times before I finally woke up for good.

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.