When I dream, it's gone as soon as I open my eyes in the morning. But I had ONE dream, about 25 years ago, which I have never forgotten (and even though I think about it occasionally, it has never repeated although i sort of wish it would so I could see how it progresses).

A little background. At the northern Oregon/southern Washington border there is an area called "The Gorge". Parts of it resemble the Grand Canyon, with high cliffs (a mile or more) and the Columbia River down at the bottom flowing from East to West, toward the Pacific Ocean a hundred miles away.

In my dream, it's daytime. I am with 3 other people (whom I haven't got a clue in Real Life who they are, in the dream they "felt" like Native Americans) and we are all on horses, riding bareback. We come up to the lip of a cliff, and look to see the river flowing through the Gorge. The river is practically up to the top of the cliffs! And there is all sorts of debris in the river, such as one might see during a horrific flood (including bodies of people and animals). The sun is warm, and I can smell the horses. It is EERILY quiet, no sound of roaring river such as one would expect during a flood. We sit there on our horses and watch for awhile, (no one says anything) and then turn around and ride away at a "walk" or a "slow trot". In other words, there seemed to be no hurry, it was just sort of a curiosity to be observed.

Then I woke up.

Well, I live about 60 miles away from the Gorge, and have never had the opportunity to own a horse (in fact, it's been nearly 40 years since I even rode one). At the time there was no crisis going on in my life which might have brought on the dream, and all the talk of end times/Niburu/pole shift etc. was YEARS in the future, so I wouldn't have been thinking about it.

Maybe that's why the dream stayed with me all these years, because it was SO singularly unusual to everything I was used to.

Still, sort of creepy, wouldn't you agree?