This dream was very recent, in about May of 2011.
I dreamed I was standing on the front porch of my parents' house where I grew up.
Large rocks fell from the sky. There was no fiery trail, and they didn't look like meteors.
Rather, I would htink of them as maybe falling from a volcanic explosion or something.
Four or five fell to my left, the east, and then a massive one landed in the churchyard in front of the house.
The sky looked reddened, smoky and ominous.
Suddenly to my right came a round rock rolling right at me! It was like Indiana Jones or something.
I ran back into the house and braced myself. Nothing happened, I woke up and wrote the dream in my journal.
I noted that I was safe within my 'father's house'. I felt this was a message, that even thought natural disasters and tribulations may occur around us, we are safe in our Father's house, the shelter of His wings.
Perhaps the dream represents a future volcanic disturbance in the U.S. Will have to wait and see.
I haven't had good feelings about Yellowstone and Mt. St. Helens.