About 2 or 3 years ago I had three distinct and strange dreams. The first dream was that i was in a foregin country. I knew this because the people around me were speaking in a language i couldn't understand. It seemed as if i were in an airport. Infront of me me was a giant television and the news was on. I am unsure of what was being shown because i didnt pay much attention to it. Then all of the sudden i am in a barn. While in the barn everyone around me is in terror, I felt very calm as if i knew what was going to happen. I told everyone to hold on becuase the first wave was coming. Three seperate waves came in one after the other. The next being stronger than the one before. After the first two waves everyone was fine but after the third half of the people were gone. Dream number two was that my house was flooded and my mother rushed into the house and grabbed me. I asked her where we were going and she said "To a friends house". Now i am sitting on a couch in a living room. I have never been in such a room in my whole life. We were sitting on a black leather couch and infront of us was another television. The television is rightnnext to a window and outside the window is a nuclear reactor. Once again the television is on but i have a faint memory of what exactly was on it, all i know is that it was on a news channel ( Fox news, CNN, etc). All of a sudden the reactor that was outside of the window blew up. The explosion looked a lot like a nuclear bomb. I dropped to the floor, and as i hit the floor the window shattered and all of the glass was on the floor. I felt around me and when i looked at my hand it was full of cuts. It felt so real, the burn and the pain. The last dream was a lot stranger. I am in my house, i walk into the kitchen tomget some water from the sink. I put the glass cup under the running water, at first it came out clear, but it then started to turn redish orange. It wasn't blood looking but more like paint. I then hear a knock at the door. I go to then door and open it. Infront of me is an african american man holding a rifle to my face. He was wearing a skii mask. He didnt say anything but i told him "there is no need for the gun. Come right in and make yourself at home" all of a sudden it is night time and there are a lot of people in my home. None of them i know. It was very hot so we opened the front door. All of a sudden we hear screaming outside so we run out to look. When we look up into thensky there is fire raining down. You could hear people screaming in pain and in horror. Terrified my cousins, the african american man and i run into my car. He starts to drive off. I ask him " what about the others" he tells me in a serious fashion " they mean nothing to us now"