Dead Soldiers, Flooding and Silver Eyes

Hi there,

I had the most unusual and vivid dream about a month ago that I cannot forget.

I live in South Boston, Massachusetts - just one house away from the beach. In the dream, it was night-time, and my husband and I were getting ready to go into Boston for some kind of a function that we needed to get dressed up for. While I was getting ready, I had the television on - mostly as background noise. I kind of half-heard that there was some kind of a breaking story on Channel 7, our NBC news affiliate, about multiple dead bodies being found....but I didn't pay that much attention as we were running late, as usual.

My husband, Paul, and I got into the car and drove into Boston taking back roads to avoid traffic. I was staring at the city lights, when my husband said "What's that?!" I looked over and saw what looked like homeless people laying in the road ahead in the little side street we were on. It was very quiet a that point with no other traffic around us. We slowed down and inched toward the scene. Paul got out of the car, and shouted "Oh my God! We have to get out of here!" I peered through the windshield and saw a gory, horrible scene of dead, young men - ripped apart - all in camouflage military uniforms - completely covering the street. As we started backing up, a local news crew arrived at the scene and started jumping out to take pictures and report on the occurrence. At this point, I remembered the news coverage I had seen earlier that night and realized that these bodies were being seen all around town.

Paul and I decided we needed to get back home. We turned around, but as we traveled on other side streets, more bodies appeared as we turned corners. We finally made it back to South Boston after turning this way and that and finally hitting a main road with no bodies. I irrationally thought South Boston would be safe because that part of town is so "patriotic". Go figure.

Once we got upstairs, we immediately turned on the TV to see what was going on. All the local channels were reporting on the bodies, which were covering roads in nearly every part of the city - and some bodies were beginning to appear in the suburbs. No one could even comprehend where the bodies were coming from!

The next thing I knew, it was the next day. I was alone for some reason. I looked out the window and saw bodies everywhere along the roads. Young American soldiers - ripped and torn. I stayed in the apartment all day, but I knew I needed to leave our apartment at some point to get groceries and find other people in the neighborhood to talk to to figure out what to do about this. The bodies were piled so high everywhere along the roads that no one could drive their vehicles.

I dressed myself in hiking clothes, grabbed a backpack, and walked down the stairs and outside. I had to climb over bodies to get to the other side of the street. I made my way to the L Street Gym, a building about 2 blocks away from my apartment right on the beachfront. I saw people wandering into the gym, so I followed.

Once I got inside, I saw people conversing in several small groups at tables interspersed around the room. At one of the tables was an Indian-looking man with glowing silver eyes. I was immediately drawn to his table.

I settled myself onto the bench-like seat around the table among the others. I interrupted the conversations already going on and asked "WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?!" The man, who was very calm and serene, said that God is trying to uncover the truth and show us the true horrors of war. Mankind needs to wake up!

I then asked him what would become of all the bodies, and he said "the floods will come and wash them away." I asked "What floods? Will Boston flood?" The man answered, "Yes. Every day, I step into the water, and every day it is inches closer. The water will come soon."

I then ran out of the gym - by this time it was pitch black outside - and I prepared to cross the street of bodies to get back to my house to warn my family about the flood.

Just as I neared the street's edge, I saw a white van moving slowly along the street - tires crunching over the dead bodies as it approached me. The site of this van filled me with fear, and I felt an urgent need to hide. I looked to my right and ran toward a black, beat up abandoned van to see if it was unlocked. Just my luck - it was unlocked! I tried to slide the side door open to jump in, but it got stuck. I pulled and pulled - and the white van drew nearer and nearer - crunching the bodies as it drove over them.

FINALLY, I was able to get the door open to the van, but as I jumped in I saw something rise from the roof of the white van coming toward me - a white cylinder - which rose straight up from the top of the van and then started spinning. As it spun, it sucked up something from the interior of the van - a DEAD BODY! The cylinder started spinning faster and faster, and as it did, dead bodies started flying out in all directions! So this was the culprit.

Just then I realized that I would be in plain site as the eerie vehicle passed by - so I pulled at the van door to close myself inside. It stuck again - and I couldn't get it closed! Ahhhhh! As I finally got it unstuck - I had to lean out of the van to pull, and just then - a dead body landed on top of me. It totally freaked me out, and I woke up.

Um....this dream seems kind of self-explanatory, but goodness - it was sooo real. I have had at least 3 other dreams about flooding (no other dreams about dead bodies though!) I've actually purchased property in Canyon Lake, TX - an elevation of 900 feet - and am planning on moving there next year.