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By: Me Written on August 1st, 2012 I have had this dream around every seven years since I can remember and its been about three or four times now. I have not told to many people about my dreams because they get freaked out and somtimes I dream of things that come to pass. So here it goes... In my dream I wake up in my childhood bedroom and I climb out of bed and walk to the window. As I look outside the sky it calm and instantly a very loud sound comes from everywhere. It shakes me up so bad I lose all strength in my body and fall to my knees. As I stand up and look back out of the window the sky cracks open and Jesus is standing there in the sky. I fall to my knees and look up again and he's gone. A feeling of dread comes over me and I knew I have to get out of the house. Every door and window was locked shut except the back door. I ran out and ended up in front of the house. I looked around and saw that everything was destroyed and burned up and I meen everything. I ran down to the end of the block and saw to my right a tall skinny bridge covered in broken down cars. To my left was just a road leading through the neighborhood. I walked up the bridge and looked over the side when I got to the top. The water was filled with black sharks. I made my way down the other side and ended up in the center of my cities downtown where they hold the gospel music fest as well as other events. There were people wandering around like they were lost or zombiefied. They couldnt hear or see me or anyone else. On the stage in the center of the park sat three huge creatures. I dont remember what the ones on either side of the stage looked like, but the one in the middle was huge and had the body of a dragon and the head of a lion. They just sat there like living statues. I ran the other way down another street away from the creatures and stopped in my tracks. I had stopped at the edge of a huge abyss where the street fell off into nothing. Then I woke up. This is a reocurring dream but each time I have it I am able to go where I please through out the burned city and everything that I had dreamt before I still in the same places. Thanks for letting me talk about it other people I approached for some kind of help understanding it brushed me off with disrespectful comments and jokes about how I need a shrink. What do you think.

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I had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.

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Im on a different planet looking down on the earth. Im in this absolutely gorgeous place with green grass and flowers surrounding me but i can hear wailing and screaming in the distance. I have a deep feeling of hopelessness and dread. In the grass there are many sticks and in order to save the world i have to pick them all up and shove them into a huge cannon which is the only thing in the vast expanse of grass. As i do i can hear the wails and crys comming from earth getting louder. Mothers that know something is going to happen to their children and children crying out in terror. I try my best but I know I can't succeed. I sink to the ground sobbing and then I wake up with the sound of the crys ringing in my ears.

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