Let me start off by saying that I rarely remember my dreams. I know I dream every night, but the most I retain are only bits and pieces, and they too fade to memory.
This dream occurred about 2 months ago. My dream begins and I find myself lieing on my back, on the floor, of a house. Im not sure if this is my house, but it is some sort of home. As I look toward the ceiling, suddenly the roof is torn off violently. As I continued to look into the blackness (night time?) I become aware of debris and wind flying by at what appeared to be hundreds of miles per hour. I realized that there was a nuclear explosion somewhere close by. The scene appeared like something out of the movie Wizard of Oz, with the tornado throwing debris, but this debris was being swept past the roof like a freight train. The dream then ended.
I spoke to my husband about it the next day, and told him that the dream was probably the most vivid I ever had, it in fact was burned into my memory, every scene, all of the debris.
My husband almost fell off his chair. He told me that he too had a similiar dream that night, a dream of a Nuclear explosion in a nearby town.
It doesnt end there. I went to visit my 80 year old Father that same day. He is in assisted care due to Cancer. As I spoke with him, he said he had something to tell me. He is not the type to tell me such things, especially dreams. He was very upset, he told me he had a dream last night of Nuclear explosions nearby, and utter destruction from them. He was a little embarresed to tell me, I could tell. I did not tell him that myself and my husband had similiar dreams that same night.
My Husband and I spoke about it later and asked ourselves; "What are the chances of that?" I suspect they are pretty astronomical. I also know that these dreams were prophetic.

This dream took place on the night of May 25-26th.
I am at a housing compound of some sort on the prarie about 20 miles east of Denver, Colorado. At first I am up in a tree with a chainsaw preparing to do some branch trimming but I don't feel well and so I rappel down the climbing rope to the ground.
The dream shifts and I am inside the main house later in the evening. I feel restless and decide to go outside to look at the night sky. I look in the direction of the Denver skyline and see to my great surprise an enormous ball of orange fire roiling and rising over the skyline. It disappears and then suddenly the head of Godzilla emerges over the buildings. He is immense, at least a thousand feet tall. He is black and his face is deeply furrowed and fearsome looking. It is terrifying to behold. It seems that he is in the process of destroying Denver, although I do not actually see the destruction of buildings. Still, there is a feeling that he is unstoppable and that what I am witnessing is the beginning of the destruction of civilization.
I go into the house and report what I have seen. We look for a news report on the TV from local or national news but there is nothing like that being broadcast, just sitcoms and other silly stuff. I suspect a news blackout. Then John McCain walks into the room, looking grumpy as usual. I tell him what is going on and he makes a phone call to someone to confirm that there is indeed an attack and that it is not being reported on purpose. The answer is yes to both. We are being attacked and for some reason we are being kept in the dark about it.
I go back outside along with several other people. A sense of dread and imminent destruction pervades the situation. We are trying to figure out what to do, where to go, what to bring with us. We feel that no place will be safe for humans, and that the world will be irreparably changed. Then I wake up.

This dream took place on the night of May 25-26th.
I am at a housing compound of some sort on the prarie about 20 miles east of Denver, Colorado. At first I am up in a tree with a chainsaw preparing to do some branch trimming but I don't feel well and so I rapell down the climbing rope to the ground.
I am inside the main house and decide to go outside to look at the night sky. I look in the direction of the Denver skyline and see to my great surprise an enormous ball of orange fire roiling and rising over the skyline. It disappears and then suddenly the head of Godzilla emerges over the buildings. He is immense, at least a thousand feet tall. He is black and his face is deeply furrowed and fearsome looking. It is terrifying to behold. It seems that he is in the process of destroying Denver, although I do not actually see the destruction of buildings. Still, there is a feeling that he is unstoppable and that what I am witnessing is the beginning of the destruction of civilization.
I go into the house and report what I have seen. We look for a news report on the TV from local or national news but there is nothing like that being broadcast, just sitcoms and other silly stuff. I suspect a news blackout. Then John McCain walks into the room, looking grumpy as usual. I tell him what is going on and he makes a phone call to someone to confirm that there is indeed an attack and that it is not being reported on purpose. The answer is yes to both. We are being attacked and for some reason we are being kept in the dark about it.
I go back outside along with several other people. A sense of dread and imminent destruction pervades the situation. We are trying to figure out what to do, where to go, what to bring with us. We feel that no place will be safe for humans, and that the world will be irreparably changed. Then I wake up.

5-27-10 I had yet another earthquake dream last night. It had the same familiarity. The only difference is that I felt like I was an observer from above.( like from a satalite) There was a feeling of the earth swallowing in the east and consequencly a regergitation in the west, as if being thrust out. By east I mean the eastern us and west meaning western us. Soon...... that's the feeling I'm left with.

I dreamed that I was in a neighborhood where the people were all formed up into defense groups. We were sitting around a table and I looked out and it looked like a cloud was on fire. It was dripping flames and a building across the street caught on fire. We movede around in groups and were looking for aliens.

I had an unusual dream last night that I remembered with unusual clarity when I woke up this morning.The main part of it began when I was pulling into the parking lot of a strip mall type area in Chicago with my friends. I live on the east coast, so I don't know why I would have been in Chicago. There was a doughnut shop with a police car in front of it and a drug store, etc. - the usual strip mall businesses. As we were getting out of the car we observed a large older car, something like a Caprice say, plow into a light pole near us. Since we all are allied health workers we ran over to help. There were I think two people [man and woman, middle aged, lower middle class looking] in the car and it was immediately obvious that there was something else wrong with them other than that had just crashed into a pole at low speed in a parking lot. Both of the occupants were slumped over unconscious and appeared very pale. For some reason, I immediately felt that they had some sort of infectious disease.The cop that went with the police car had come over in the meantime and I had him come back with me to the drug store where I had them give us some boxes of gloves and masks and whatever else they had on hand that might be useful for responding to the accident.I remember emphasizing to the people in the drug store that we were going to need as many masks as they could find, whatever kind they could scare up and lots of gloves to begin with.Then there was a sort of jump in the dream. For some reason no ambulance ever showed up, and we wound up making make-shift stretchers and bringing the two people into some kind of big wood working shop [it almost seemed like a shipwright operation, but I don't know if there would ever be such a thing in Chicago] that was in the area. I clearly remember the male patient being laid out on something like a large drafting table with what looked like an a-line set up on his left. I don't know who was supposed to have placed that, because it certainly wasn't me.The patient was stable but non-responsive. The only thing out of the ordinary that we could find was that he had a sort of a lump visible on his abdomen about 3 inches below the sternum midline that we could not identify.In dream fashion somehow I 'knew' now that we were all quarantined in this shop and that we were not even going to get any supplies from the outside for some period of time. Apparently the 'authorities' somewhere had decided that since we had some kind of medical background they were going to put us in touch with some doctors on the outside via computer and they would tell us what to do without ever having to come and endanger themselves. But of course all we had to work with was whatever we had taken from the drugstore and what we could find around the shop.At this time also one of my friends had developed a similar looking lump on his abdomen, but he appeared to be perfectly healthy. So it was very unclear whether the lump had anything to do with the condition of the people we had found in the car to begin with. At this point, with our limited resources we had not identified any reason why the patients should have been unconscious to begin with. Then the dream jumped to a hospital and a surgeon had removed a very discrete abdominal mass from a patient and he was arguing with the pathologist about how to assess it.The mass appeared to be sort of oval or tear drop shaped I think and covered with an opaque white membrane. The pathologist wanted to start cutting it up to have a look at it, but the surgeon for some reason felt that the shape of the mass would be significant and he felt that it was too soft and the shape would be lost once an incision was made through the membrane. I think he was trying to have it imagined in a CT machine or something like that, and other medical staff were not going for it.Then it jumped back to the shop and we were inventorying the tools in the shop in case we had to perform surgery. It felt a bit more tense at this point, which you might imagine would be the case if non-surgical people were going to try to perform surgery with woodworking tools while being directed by someone over a webcam.That was pretty much the end of the dream as far as I can recall.

05-26-2010
This dream comes from the perspective of an individual who is not myself, as it is experienced as though I am seeing what another is seeing. This is not an uncommon occurrence in my dreams.
We, meaning, I and several other people, are sitting in a control room, waiting with bated breath for something in our hopes to occur. The prevalence of this emotion is very apparent, as the blue light from the multitude of LCD monitors is hitting everyone's stressed faces. I see these expressions shift suddenly to potent looks of disappointment, to recognition of failure. I turn back to the screens. The well-head is either gone or tipped over, blown out from the sea floor. There is a geyser of oil rushing up from the rock. No one says anything for an extended amount of time, and I recognize that this is because we are all thinking the same thing, we are all captured, no, paralyzed by the same fear. Nothing within our capabilities can be done to stop this. And even if it is stopped, by the time this happens, the impact will be immense in scale compared to before.

This dream had me onWollf Street in Baltimore city. There were soldiers there who were not American and they where mean, threatening and very well armed. Something up the street occurred and these foreign soldiers were walking past me like I was invisible. They appeared to be some type of Hispanic origin and they had obliviously had been beaten pretty badly. One was sitting on the sidewalk with torn clothing and I was standing over and behind him and he was saying that the battle for the city was lost and he wanted to go home. Is this a sign about urban warfare with foreign forces in our cities?

I was at some type of institution in Baltimore and it was a cross between a school and a business complex. Above me was a flash of light, brighter than anything I had ever seen. So bright that all objects in front of me turned white for a few brief moments like I was experiencing snow blindness. People around me where asking me what had happened. I told them it could have been a nuke, EMP or maybe an asteroid, but that was not clear to the cause of the light. I ordered everyone with me indoors immediately and we all went inside. Once inside we locked it down and I order no one in or out of the structure. The building had windows like a school and people who now resembled night of the living dead zombies where coming to the windows and want to be let in but they were week and could not force themselves in. Those with whom I was with wanted to let them in but I ordered them not to. As I watched these people outside a gray ash was falling from the skies like the ash from Mt. St. Helens. While watching the ash fall I began to believe it was some type of asteroid event maybe the beginning of the three days of darkness. I instructed everyone that if we opened the doors the contamination would enter thus cross-contaminating everything and possibly injuring and killing us.

I was under a tent next to a wooded area in black cammie military clothing and I was the incident commander looking at maps and getting sitreps from runners due to restricted radio silence. I was receiving updates and giving out instructions to counter a force of some type and nationality I do not know. I do not know who the opposing force was but the people reporting to me where just average citizens. I was calm and collective and seemed as though we had the situation well under control.