In 1996, I had an incredible geological and human mass movement dream. I hadn't thought about it for a while, but when I heard a vision from someone who mentioned human mass movement soon this dream has continued to haunt me.

It's called the Omaha Dream Vision.

I was standing inside a mall in downtown Omaha on 16th and Farnam. It was a gorgeous summer morning while I was waiting for the bus to take me to work. People were milling around calmly when suddenly they began running in panic. I ran out the mall doors and tried to stop anyone to ask them what was happening. No one would stop.

I stood on the northeast corner of 16th and Farnam looking at the gigantic mosaci compass that is in the intersection. A short, stubby milk truck came barreling from the north and stopped on the southwest corner of the intersection. The driver jumped out of the cab with a look of terror on his face. He ran to me and tried to speak. I kept asking,

'What's wrong???'

He just couldn't answer, he then took off toward the east.

I then began hearing a massive, powerful thunder. I looked to the east and saw an uncountable number of semis charging west on Farnam. The wheels were driving so hard and fast that they were smoking!! I looked to the west and saw a repeat performance of semis coming east as well. The same was repeated with semis coming from the south and north.

The semis from the east and west screeched their wheels and met in middle of the compass stopping just inches apart.

I was shot into the air and witnessed thousands upon thousands of semis everywhere from horizon to horizon across the brigde into Iowa and west to Lincoln.

I came down to earth again when the drivers from both the east and west leading semis jumped out and ran to me just like the milk truck driver. They also had looks of terror on their face when I asked the same question.

'What is wrong???'

They yelled, 'Their gone, their gone...!!!'

'What's gone? I replied.

'The coasts...the coasts are gone!!!!'

I listened as the driver from the east told his oddessy first.

He was driving east heading for Virginia when he approached the west side Appalachain Mountains. He hit his breaks and got out of his cab. He was now staring at nothing but water with small turtle like mounds rising here and there for miles. His rig's wheels were standing in 18 inches of Atlantic ocean.

Behind him were thousands of cars and trucks. He was soon accompanied by the side of the rig with what looked like an old off-yellow K-Car. A deshelved looking looking man with a suit that was tattered and smeared stepped out he also had his family in the car. He watched as the truck driver started to get back into his cab when, looking over the top of the car he yelled:

'Where are you going???'

The driver of the rig yelled,

'I'm heading for Omaha!!!!'

Again I was lifted into the air and observed the next scene.

He flew back into the cab and screamed a U-turn through the waters edge and made tracks west. The K-car and thousands of others followed.

The driver from the west almost had the exact same story except for western locations.

He was just west of Scottsbluff, NE (which is almost on the border between Nebraska and Wyoming) and slammed on his breaks. He also got out of his cab and stared at water as far as the eye could see with pointed mountain tops protruding out of the water.

His wheels also stood in 18 inches of Pacific ocean.

He also leaped back into his rig and U-turned through spraying water heading east.

After listening to their story, I was taken into Iowa where I witnessed thousands of people on foot heading toward Omaha coming from all directions including the man in the off-yellow K-car. Many were horrible looking with torn Wall Street style clothing, sunken eyes, and looks of disbelief on their faces and many appeared to be quite ill. Many may have fallen by the wayside on their way to Omaha.

I was again on the corner of 16th and saw all the semis begin to open up their trailers. I recognized many of the transportation companies logos on the sides and even looked into one of the trailers. There were bolts of cloth by the hundreds.

I then heard the words, 'These are the supplies.'

I was lifted up into the air again and heard the words,

'Sanctuary.' and 'Judgement.'

I then awoke and spent the rest of the night replaying this dream vision over and over again.

Sue

P.S. I noticed that Stan Deyo has a dream section on his web site. I may be a good idea of one was placed on your web site too.

That would be cool.

April 12, 2002