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add to favorites DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. 2014-09-07 hereholdthis Hillary Clinton took my soul
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Late 2012/ Early 2013
I was not myself in this dream, I was a small female child. I was living within a large skyscraper with tall and sterile silver/white walls. It was a very nice building. I was cordoned off in a small section of it, and I was taken care of by a specialized scientific crew. The room was large and rectangular with a small space in an enclave that resembled a 'play' area. There was another small room attached to this, and I feel I was in there often, but I hadn't the slightest idea of what the room was for. Some of the other kids were in there, this I knew. I felt like I had grown up in this space alone.
I was in tears throughout the dream, absolutely dreading my future. The negative energy of my suffering brought my consciousness out the child's body, and I could freely explore all of the space within the building and around the outside of it. When I phased through the floor of the room above me, I discovered the rest of the building was tarnished with fire damage, and it all had a red/orange/brown hue. I searched for a long time without finding anything interesting, then I found a spot in the ceiling in which I went through.
I found a little girls room. There was a dresser with a ovalite mirror, and maybe a chest or a bed. I went through the dresser, and looked at every item within with specific detail that unfortunately I no longer remember.
I was then on the outside of the building, viewing it floating above the streets. I was very modern and sleek. it was white, and possibly the tallest building in the city. 
I flew back into the child holding room through a window. It was at least 70 stories up.
The men began stirring, and as the child I knew the moment had come. The moment that is the reason for my unending sorrow. My mind saw the hallway leading to the room, and there were people in black suits walking down it. One was Hillary Clinton. They entered the room, and all my tenants stirred and straightened their backs, and began walking and talking with Clinton's entourage. 
"She's going to take my soul" bounced back and forth in my head. I was absolutely hysterical. She looked at me, then talked with them more.
"She chose me." I had decided. Then men walked over... She had chosen me. I awoke, completely drenched in real tears.
[I had no irrational fear or infatuation with Hillary Clinton before this dream.]

Late 2012/ Early 2013
I was not myself in this dream, I was a small female child. I was living within a large skyscraper with tall and sterile silver/white walls. It was a very nice building. I was cordoned off in a small section of it, and I was taken care of by a specialized scientific crew. The room was large and rectangular with a small space in an enclave that resembled a 'play' area. There was another small room attached to this, and I feel I was in there often, but I hadn't the slightest idea of what the room was for. Some of the other kids were in there, this I knew. I felt like I had grown up in this space alone.

I was in tears throughout the dream, absolutely dreading my future. The negative energy of my suffering brought my consciousness out the child's body, and I could freely explore all of the space within the building and around the outside of it. When I phased through the floor of the room above me, I discovered the rest of the building was tarnished with fire damage, and it all had a red/orange/brown hue. I searched for a long time without finding anything interesting, then I found a spot in the ceiling in which I went through.

I found a little girls room. There was a dresser with a ovalite mirror, and maybe a chest or a bed. I went through the dresser, and looked at every item within with specific detail that unfortunately I no longer remember.
I was then on the outside of the building, viewing it floating above the streets. I was very modern and sleek. it was white, and possibly the tallest building in the city. 

I flew back into the child holding room through a window. It was at least 70 stories up.
The men began stirring, and as the child I knew the moment had come. The moment that is the reason for my unending sorrow. My mind saw the hallway leading to the room, and there were people in black suits walking down it. One was Hillary Clinton. They entered the room, and all my tenants stirred and straightened their backs, and began walking and talking with Clinton's entourage. 

"She's going to take my soul" bounced back and forth in my head. I was absolutely hysterical. She looked at me, then talked with them more.
"She chose me." I had decided. Then the handlers walked over... She had chosen me. I awoke, completely drenched in real tears.

[I had no irrational fear or infatuation with Hillary Clinton before this dream. This was undoubtably my most emotionally intense dream I've ever experienced.]

 

add to favorites DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. 2014-09-07 NativeAmericanDreamWeaver P-1 Budda Praying - Nucular bomb, security attack
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I did an extra special house cleansing/smudging last night because of the Psychopath dreams. Intention was for Buddhist.

I had a very long dream, but pulled out just the conclusutions of each layer of dreams.

10:26am 9/7/14

Arial view watching several small nuclear bombs drop go off inside of a city, next to a college, US soil.

I shouldn’t go in there but they want me to, bombing the poor people. Wait how much radiation is too much?

2 men, attack Security at a zoo. (Security Attack, by 2 men, at a zoo)

Money, Drugs, relationships, gone bad. (did we fund and support this, or is this a relationship gone bad with the South American gangs that we gave guns too?)

Praying Buddha over all mankind, aerial view, he sees all, Praying from above, so where is the "Below".

Why arnt we doing mass prayers publically? Fight religon with religon. Pray dammit!

add to favorites DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. 2014-09-07 Ed Montalvo Shoe Salesman Building Collapse P1_01
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I went to bed with the intention of dreaming about the meme mates. In the Dream, I encountered a father daughter team who are selling custom made dress shoes. The father had a kiosk type of store that was located at a bus depot or a train station of some sort. He had a blue binder 2 inches thick with tan colored high quality pages on which were detail drawings of shoes in their entirety and of sections of shoes were there were detailed options.

These were professional engineering type diagrams of various shoe styles and their components. The idea of his business is that he would have someone select every component of the shoe they wanted while waiting for their bus or train. They would choose every little detail from shape to material and then he'd build them the same day from his inventory of shoe components. They would be ready by the end of the same day. His daughter was in her early twenties and would keep track of the choices people made using a computer so that they would never be out of components, but not stock too much since they only had a kiosk. The price of the shoes started at $189 and went up to $485 or something similar. I recall telling the father that I thought the shoes were ofvery high quality and I was interested in how he developed the process. I was not a customer though. I seemed to be a reporter who is doing a human interest story for them. The dream turns from being informative to being dangerous in an instant. The next thing I know, we are leaving the depot, but we have to escape one group at a time almost like in the classic movie towering inferno we have to go single file past some obstruction where we had to get down on our hands and knees to crawl underSome obstruction. Then we would shout out for the next small group of people to escape. There was some type of relay taking place where someone from the group at the front would relay what they encountered. For example " when you get to the second landing watch out for the broken glass." and such. Then once the next group went through they would have to pass it along as well. Personally I recall having to look left and right quite often to make sure the coast was clear. I felt like there was manageable danger though so I was not panic stricken. I felt like we escapees were teammates and we all reach the street level. That's when I woke up.

add to favorites DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. 2014-09-06 Dreamcat 9 A.M.
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Dream date Sept. 6/2014 early morning:  In my dream there is a spinning newspaper like they used to do in the movies, and it whirled up to a tabloid format (long and fold out) not the regular newspaper format.  The words were blurry so I couldn't read the name of the newspaper or the date or the story itself, however there was one headline which was 9 A.M.  in very big bold black letters.  Underneath that was a photo but it too was blurry - the colours in it are grey, pink, beige.

Had a precognitive feel to it but no clue when or what, just 9 A.M.

add to favorites DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. 2014-09-02 Iris War Startng but U.S. 'Hamstrung'
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I was outside, summer months, sunny, noticed many Air Force plane squadrons flying overhead composed of many different airplane models, which is unusual.  (As I'm from an Air Force town, I associate this with war starting or underway).  I was working for the Air Force and overheard high level discussions about budget issues.  The Air Force needed additional budget increases to adequately engage in the war, and the increases were not being approved.

add to favorites DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. 2014-09-01 NativeAmericanDreamWeaver EARTH CHANGES - WAR ON US SOIL
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8/31/14 8:30pm

There is a water way that has been dry around a big white house, the damn has broken and the water is flowing down the water way or river again. I see this from an Ariel view. The president says well at least now we can get the airplanes out by putting them on a ship and floating them down the river. We need the planes because there is a war is taking place on US soil.

I am a young man and I am traveling two days to get home, I am very far away, riding on the front of a truck and the driver is an angry old man, but it is better than riding in the cab with him, he is angry, hateful, he thinks I am a fool. I am holding on for dear life, there is a white metal railing on the bumper I am sitting on and holding onto, it is a terrifying ride home.

The land is changing; there is a distance now between my front yard and the house my brother built. I see the spirit of my grandmother waving at me from the window of her old home. I see the Native American spirits upset about the foreign troops fighting on their soil, their sacred land. I feel a weeping from the earth mother.

The beach is moving south, California moving south. Deep prints of a man’s boots have created a deep groove in the path I am walking on. No one else seems to notice or care. A play ground is being made on the beach, but the water is coming to wash it away.

The land begins to sink, so they build a wall around the playground in sand, stupid humans.

 

 

add to favorites DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. 2014-08-30 kimspirit Dream-Experiences, last night.
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From my notes and recollections: intense hypnagogic vibrational state (for those of you unfamiliar, the Monroe Institute, which studied this phenomenon and continues to study the phenomenon, documented this: Common aspects of the experience include being in an 'out-of-body' body much like the physical one, feeling a sense of energy, feeling vibrations, and hearing strange loud noises [GT84]. Sometimes a sensation of bodily paralysis precedes the OBE [Sal82, Irw88, MC29, Fox62].

From the hypnagogic state, I am "shown" a gold school bus, set up more as a city bus, with the numbers 888 where the city bus' destination ought to be, front - top.

5-6 hours into the sleep state, this experience: my mother (crossed over 2009) and my father (crossed over 2003) were with me as we were "moving" to Canada, Saskatchewan was the sense of the destination. Moving is a constant (and I mean CONSTANT) theme in my dreams past three years. (Moving generally means "big changes coming"). Our van was loaded up with cardboard boxes of belongings. We arrived at our new house, 40s styled construction with a small attached garage. House situated on a small lovely lake. Town of 3,000 people. We offloaded the cartons of belongings, leaving them on the garage apron. We jumped back into the vehicle to explore our new town. By the time we returned a short time later, a great flood had ensued. In horror, we went into our new house, finding it wringing wet from the flood. Although the house was about four feet from ground level, standing water was present in most rooms. The house was ruined. Firemen were there, saying it was a once in a thousand years event. I asked myself how this could happen in the 15 minutes we were gone? Knowing it would be impossible to reside in the flooded house, we started to repack up our belongings, still in cardboard boxes, to head back.

add to favorites DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. 2014-08-29 Elyse Being Blue / More Bombings
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I had this dream the other night. I intended to dream about "The most significant news headline in three months". I'm afraid I can't recall all of this dream, but in it, I remember realizing that I was blue. My entire body had been painted a bright, deep, royal blue. I was in a group of people that I didn't recognize, but it seemed like we were meant to be together, like we were all friends working on a project, but none of them were blue. It was only me... and I thought for a moment that maybe I should be embarrassed, but I wasn't. It seemed like I was SUPPOSED to be this color, though I'm not entirely sure why. While I thought about it, I had this crazy idea that I must be blue because I was a mermaid! In the dream, that made sense to me somehow... but then I studied myself from a third person perspective... I certainly wasn't a mermaid because I still had legs. Also, mermaids wouldn't be entirely blue... half of me should have been normal, and the other half should be fishlike. I had already sort of amused myself with the idea of being a mermaid, so I just decided that I would simply buy a costume and be a mermaid anyway. If nothing else, it might be fun to march around with fins, especially if I were going to be this wild blue color anyway. Then I noticed my face. My eyes were different. I didn't have my natural blue/blue-grey eyes anymore... they were a strange, bright, almost glowing gold. Thinking about it now, It seems like it would have looked pretty freaky, but in the dream, I thought they were lovely and it would just add charm to my mermaid costume.

 

After studying myself for some time, the group all gathered and started planning some movements. It now seemed that this was some sort of military group, but our focus wasn't on attacking anyone, rather, we were on a mission to study the enemy, predict their movements, and evacuate civilians according to what we had learned. Other than me being painted blue, everyone was dressed in a very normal way, so it shocked me to find that I was in a group like this. We worked very quickly and quietly trying to keep everyone around us unaware of what we were doing... maybe to keep them calm. But I cannot remember much of what we did until we were attacked.

 

We had set up many different surveillance sites at what looked like a massive playground. There were many play-houses, some with built-on swing sets or slides... we had some basic equipment set up in these things. There was also a small building without a door... maybe it was a park or a school playground? At any rate, this seemed like the best place to watch because it was a prime target of the enemy, whoever it was. We were attacked from above by bomber airplanes... but not jets, they looked like old bomber planes with propellers at the nose. They were gray and had a symbol on the wing, but I can't remember the symbol. They reminded me of the model airplanes my father used to make and I thought it might be an American plane. We could hear them dropping bombs off in the distance and the explosions kept getting closer and closer, so I told some of the others in my team to round up the civilians and take them to safety while me and the others set fire to the playhouses and buildings nearby. In the dream, this made sense because I thought that if the planes flying overhead saw the fire, they would think that they had already bombed this area and pass it by, possibly saving lives. I ran into the tiny building without a door. On a sort of pedestal was a huge copy of the Qur'an. It felt like we had been reading it in order to somehow anticipate the enemy's attacks and battle strategies. I was going to set it on fire knowing that it would burn quickly and easily and quickly burn down the little building. After setting that on fire, I ran to help others set different play sets on fire. Our plan seemed to work because I watched a couple of planes fly over us without bombing the area we were in.

 

add to favorites DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. 2014-08-28 Dean chaos
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This dream was fairly simple but much less clear than my dream about a August 24th quake. There were crates, like gun grates, one was open stacked on another it contained white PVC tubing around 6 ft long and maybe 4 inch across, but I knew they were filled with something needed, not sure if it was medicine, food, ammo or what? it was in a tent like a big military command center tent guarded by two soldiers or SWAT guys with M4's who seemed stressed. In my head I kept hearing the term "chaos". I have no idea if the chaos was a pandemic, a total economic collapse, a terrorist attack with WMD's or WW3 and no idea what was so important and needed about what was inside those protective tubes. I felt this was late September or so (my hope was to dream about events somewhere around September 20/21 maybe in relation to Dallas events or a economic collapse. I cannot imagine water being in these tubes or ammo I would think either food being protected from something like maybe nuclear fallout or maybe medicine for a pandemic or radiation sickness (the soldiers were not wearing medical masks). If anyone has ever seen anything stored like that I would appreciate that info, I have been involved in disaster response and never seen anything stored like that, it was almost as if someone just said "hey I know how to protect it lets just throw it in PVS pipe and seal the ends. Like I said main thing was voice I heard the just kept saying "chaos" just ike the voice that said "24" in my head about the quake dream.

add to favorites DB 1.0 (Closed) - Calamity Misc. 2014-08-26 kimspirit POGO!
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I am now trying to play catch-up with the blog, recording unusual dream experiences which I have recorded in my journal. From Friday night, a white sign held up (dream experience) with only one word (black letters): POGO.

 

 


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