I was standing on the captain’s deck of a large ship, looking at a sandy beach in the southeastern United States. A hurricane was approaching, and it was category nine. The waves started to swell, and they were so powerful and came so quickly that the ship capsized almost immediately.

This journey started in Canada and ended in the southeastern United States. I was standing in a Canadian City. It felt cold, but there was a place that everyone was going, an amusement park with waters heated to a comfortable 80 degrees. It was where children slid down water slides streaming with chocolate milk. I could see a roller coaster suspended from a track, with seating in a single car for at least twenty people. It glided over the surface of the warm water. People were getting on and off, so I decided to go for a ride. A female narrator's voice spoke as we traveled along.

I awoke in the morning, and as I was lying in bed, I closed my eyes and saw a TV. I focused on and saw a cartoon image of a peaceful suburban neighborhood. I saw people running in terror in all directions—men, women, and children. I then saw what appeared to be a military or police vehicle coming down the street. A man was standing on top wearing a uniform. He was shouting and directing the people, and he also might have been shooting at the people.

I was in our house when suddenly I noticed flashes of light coming through the window. It was dusk outside, and when I looked up, I could see the sky lit up. It looked like waves of light dancing across the sky. As I looked out into the distance, I could see sheets of lightning coming straight down. They did not flash and stop but continued to strike the earth with power unlike anything I have ever seen. In the next part of the dream, I remember feeling a sense of total anarchy. Society had collapsed, and we were in danger. I showed my son and his friend how to use a paint gun. I tried loading it, but a few paintballs were left, and most were damaged. I saw a man with a weapon. I do not know where he was going or whether he was coming after us.

I was standing on top of a grassy hill when suddenly I looked up and saw the most peculiar aircraft. I looked like a giant flying wing, banked sharply to the left. The fuselage was silver, and blue and red stripes were painted across the wings. Painted in red down the middle was the word “American,” and immediately behind was a large, blue capital letter “P.” “American P,” I read. What did that mean?

I left my house in Northern California and headed north along a coastal route. I traveled quite some distance, possibly into Oregon, passing through many cities. I then turned around and headed back south. I now realized the whole coastal area had been flooded. Entire towns were underwater, and most of the highway was impassable, although I could skim along the surface of my vehicle.

I was in a living room. There was the mother of a soldier who had just returned from Iraq sitting on a chair. She was leaning to one side and holding a plate with a large piece of meat. I looked closely at the meat and saw it was very tender. She was not eating much of it. I could see her son dressed in his military uniform. It seemed like it was being lifted from a hole in the ground, almost like a grave. There was a wound on his left shoulder with a blood-soaked bandage covering it. The soldier’s mother was pouring water over his injury. Sitting opposite the soldier and his mother was his whole platoon. They were all eating plates of meat.

I could see the island of Hawaii destroyed. It just disappeared into the ocean. I then heard a man's voice speaking of his plans to reconstruct the island by making a replica of it. The new island was on piers that sank deep into the ocean. I could see the landforms almost floating on the surface, green hills and vegetation rising from the sea. It looked real, just like the original island.

I was standing on a street in New York City, just outside Manhattan Island. I could see dark blue buses pulling up to a crowded bus stop. The buses were packed, and many people were trying to get on. A few were also getting off, but most were trying to get on. Next, I saw a map of New York and Manhattan Island with a dark blue path leading up one part of the city, then turning onto the island and leading across, then returning on a separate parallel way.

I stood on an airport tarmac looking for the runway on which my flight would take off. Suddenly to my right, I saw a black, futuristic-looking aircraft with a large, overtop boomerang-shaped wing assembly. It had gold writing on it and the seal of the United States. It read: “Air Force One.” I could not see any engines, and the plane seemed almost to hover before it landed.

I was looking straight down from a great height onto a bridge. I believe the bridge was connected to the City of San Francisco. Cars were traveling in both directions. I descended to look at the bridge from different angles, and a voice said, "This Bridge was under the control of another but has been returned to the people.” From this lower place, I could see a circular road with what appeared to be an entrance gate on one side of the circle and a suspended bridge on the opposite side.