WV gets a lot of floods. In December 1984, I dreamed about flooding here. A day or two later it happened. Simple dream, devastating flood, worse than we usually get.

I was on the outskirs of Dallas, Texas. It was daytime, clear and sunny weather. Suddenly the air raid sirens began to wail. I looked around and started running. In front of me was a one story cement brick building with a sign on it that read "==Fire Station). There was a long cement planter approx. 20 feet long with blooming floweres and plants. I ran up the 4 steps and burst through the doors into an office/reception area. There was a long counter with 10-12 desks behind it. To myright was a long hallway approx. 50-60 feet long. To myleft was a waiting area with 4 very large windows facing the street. Immediately I heard a huge explosion and the building began to shake violently. The windows blew in and I was knocked hard to the floor on my stomach. The concussion and wind began slidding me backwards down the hallway. I could feel my arms being scraped against the floor and hear the building coming apart around me. I thought "This is it. I'm going to die". Suddenly everything stopped and became quiet. I looked up and saw that the building I was in was destroyed. I thought "Oh my God, I'm alive".
I've never been to Texas so I don't know when flowers there bloom. Maybe year round I just don't know. The blast was nuclear. I won't even guess how many megatons. I had the impression I was on the outskirs of the city not down town. I could physically feel, hear and smell everything in this dream. It was 3-D as if I was experiencing it in my waking body. I have never in my lifetime nor in a dream, had the feeling that I was going to die. This dream means something. What I don't know but I'm not going to Texas any time soon!

05-19-2010 Last night I dreamed that I was in a bus stop, about half way between Burlington and Greensboro NC which used to be fairly remote. This bus stop does not exist; I"ve only been 2-3 times before in dreams and I always miss my connecting bus. The same thing happened last night.The bus stop was run down and run by a Mom & Pop outfit. There are only 3-4 busses a day that stop at this location. I went to the bathroom after getting off the first bus and while I was in there I missed the next bus. The lady running the stop was apologetic and gave me extra clothing and food while I waited for the next bus which wouldn"t arrive for at least half a day/night. She started cleaning the bus stop because she wanted to make a good impression on the other customers. Two customers wanted me to walk with them so we went outside and after a minute we were in the city which I thought was strange because I knew Greensboro was a good 20 minute car drive from the bus stop. It appeared we were in a large area about the size of a football field. This park resembled the Mall area in Washington DC. Suddenly three circular disk-shaped airships appeared about 50 yards overhead that didn"t make any noise. As they hovered closer I could see that each contained 3 American-type pilots. One of them stalled out and landed on the ground nose first but recovered and resumed hovering over the park. There were about 50 people in the park by now who were amazed. I took out my cell phone and started to take pictures of one of the aircraft. I was the onlyone taking pictures. The pilots laughed and pointed at me. The aircraft took off and then some Army officials came out and started confiscating all cell phones. I saw an elderly lady with a small basket and I asked her to hide my cell phone. She did. I woke up. IMPRESSIONS: My impressions are that the significance of this related to the confiscation efforts by the authorities. The bus stop signifies that it is one of 'those dreams'.

Had this dream 2 weeks ago. Will try to abbreviate the content: several women I knew (of course, these people, the house and myself were all dream-time entities, having nothing to do with my normal reality) asked if they could have their children kept by a babysitter at my house while they attended conferences, and I said surre. When I got home from work that afternoon, earlier than I expected parents to arrive, I found that apparently many more children than I had been told were being cared for in my home - except that they were all gone. Several very distressed parents were waiting, and more were arriving. We looked all around the house and propery frantically - finally 2 or 3 were found hiding fearfully, and one was found facedown on the grass. His father cradled him and found that he was not dead but was in shock. I woke up so disturbed that I made myself return to sleep and dream a happier ending - but the dream was a fake, and the emotional distress remained after I woke up the second time. Remembering this dream still makes me uneasy.

I'm not sure where else to put this.

It is after the beginning of the Fall of the US, and bands of neos are everywhere, becoming the main enforcement arms of the new and dangerousgovernment. They wrongly accuse a bunch of us of something like witchcraft, and order our execution. No trial. No revelation of our supposed crimes. We are filed with desperation and desolation. We have no hope. They lead us to a large round area that is like a shallow well, with walls made of stone, about 5 1/2 feet tall. The whole thing is about five feet across. There is an opening through which we are led, one by one. The entire inside of it is covered with a kind of plastic tarp, that covers the floor and overlaps over the walls. I know instinctively that it is to make it easier to clean up the blood. We are led into this tiny arena, one at a time, ordered to face away from the militia, and then shot in the head. I know that I have no way out. I turn to them and face them, refusing to turn my back on them and tell them, "You are wongly murdering one more innocent in this war." I sudenly feel an intense peace and the presence of God. They all fire at me at once. I awake.

I have been having a series of dreams that start out with me in some form moving through water with lots and lots of bubbles. With each successive dream I seem to be able to manuveur better through the bubbles.

In the last dream I went from being in the water/bubbles into what seemed like a large underground facility with rock walls. There were many people all bustling about. There were people on what looked like hospital beds being treated, people being brought in, desks everywhere. People were bringing big boxes of supplies of some sort and there was a sense of urgency and fear in the air.

The key I think here is that I went from water to earth.

I have been having a series of dreams that start out with me in some form moving through water with lots and lots of bubbles. With each successive dream I seem to be able to manuveur better through the bubbles.

In the last dream I went from being in the water/bubbles into what seemed like a large underground facility with rock walls. There were many people all bustling about. There were people on what looked like hospital beds being treated, people being brought in, desks everywhere. People were bringing big boxes of supplies of some sort and there was a sense of urgency and fear in the air.

The key I think here is that I went from water to earth.

March 11, 2010: I thought of them as deep sea divers - but they weren't too deep, where there was lots of marine life, like a rich, immense coral reef, but an unexplored area. Researchers, investigating something mysterious. A sense of something impending, almost on the cusp of discovery - except that as the viewer I knew what was about to be discovered was incredibly dangerous. A creature underlying the whole sea floor. Something on which all the other life rested. One scientist was looking for something else, but meanwhile she got closer and closer to... this thing that threatend to come ou from teh sea floor . It was like all the inhabited parts of the sea floor were a cover for this incredibly powerful, possibly threatening amorphous life form The floor was like the hinged shell of a bivalve, the researcher was probing at the edges, lifting the "flap" of the undersea world and just under the edge it was actually the creature. Its frightening aspect was a devouring, consuming, aspect - though it didn't actually seem to be eating anything. But?My researcher kept lifting the eges, running her hand along the underside. close. so close. The sense was of something hidden under layers, though because I was watching/observing, I could see it. A white "mouth" fringed like a giant clam. One reach far enough and the woman touched it. Something sticky came off in on her hand and she immediately knew it wasn't right - drew her hand out and then sat as if stunned. It seemed to make her frozen.Slight scene change and the researcher and her colleague were huddled at the feet of two GIANT pigeons. No longer underwater, but up in some dark loft somewhere. The pigeons seemed stupid and unreachable. It seemed they were about to start pecking and tearing at the defenseless people. Somehow the researcher hollered, which triggered me to holler and we shouted at the pigeons, startling them away.And then a shift and she was being dropped off by helicopter in Indonesia. Not Muslim Indonesia but more traditional than that - onto a long series of wooden docks. Children were playing, leaping into the water. In the near distance a vast city skyline (Singapore? something like that). The woman was there to investiage this worldwide sea-phenomenon - but she was searching for a very particular person, an elder, a medicine man, a shaman. Someone hard to find, someone very well protected within community and by his traditional knowledge. But she knew that he would understand what it was all about and would help her integrate her experience and knowledge and would know how to lessen the danger.

Visions of tsunami waves carring large trees & buildings.

I was running around an apparently abandoned farm where several animals had gone feral. I was trying to release/protect them from a pair of basically rabid silverback gorillas. These gorillas were engaged in an inter-simian conflict, attacking each other mostly, but then one would veer off and attack one of the bystander animals. Finally, one noticed me, and I was forced to shoot and flee simultaneous, finally dropping the beast with my last bullet, right between its eyes.
I can't remember dreaming of animals before, ever, and this was exceptionally vivid.