Last night I asked for a dream about what's coming. This morning I dreamed:

My Mom and I were in Jerusalem. We were going to some holy site that was supposed to be where Jesus had done something, like Church of Holy Sepulcher or something like that, under control of the Catholics. The guy at the door told us we wouldn't like it. Russell and I had been there before and it was alright, so we went in. It was a different part of the building that was open from when we had gone there before. Inside, there were objects people were bowing down to (maybe UFO memorabilia type stuff) then there was a pile of grey alien bones that people were worshiping. Next to that there was a live grey alien, only it had been painted white. It was bowing down repeatedly like it was praying, and people around it were worshiping it. I was disgusted and freaked out because I couldn't find Mom in there.