An image of the Liberty Bell flashed before my eyes with the voice of Mac Powell singing: “Forgiveness is Your Name. The sounds of grace ring forgiveness.” I felt the peace of the Lord and sensed that the United States while struggling with many difficult issues, was still in a season of God’s grace that I pray will lead many to repentance and forgiveness because the only true freedom in this world is the forgiveness in find in Jesus.

I was driving in my car on a two-lane highway. It was dark outside. I approached a low area in the roadway and noticed it was flooded with about a foot of water. There was a commotion as people were trying to get away. Immediately to my right, I saw a wall of water, maybe ten feet high, rushing towards us. In a panic, I quickly turned the car around and barely escaped the flood. While the flood was not extensively deep, it was destructive and covered much of the land.

I looked up and saw dark saw storm clouds on the horizon. They were ominous, yet behind them was a luminescent red glow that looked spectacular and overwhelmingly beautiful. Suddenly, a white head of a man appeared in the clouds. He had curly hair and a round Greek-like appearance. He looked a bit like my father, but this man was sinister. Then, three white skulls appeared in the clouds and descended upon the United States, one after another. I felt the presence of death in these skulls.

My wife and I lived in a convenience store in the dream. Others were there with us, and we all had lost everything and were sleeping on the floor on air mattresses. The shelves seemed well stocked, but the power was out. It was dark outside, and I did not feel safe.

I was driving eastbound on a highway near a city in the central United States. Suddenly, a powerful storm swept into our area. In my spirit, it was like an F5 tornado. There was no warning, and I quickly took cover under a freeway bridge. There was debris flying everywhere. I warned people to take refuge and awoke with a sense of panic.

My wife and I were walking along the main street of a small city. Small shops lined both sides of the road, and many people walked around. Everything was peaceful. I then felt a sudden sense of panic come over the people. Looking behind me, I could see dozens of military vehicles being transported to an undisclosed location—tanks, cannons, and other heavy artillery pieces. I looked down at my cell phone and noticed dozens of messages calling up troops and military equipment. I then saw unusual aircraft flying overhead. Some looked like scooters that hovered in the air. All of the ground and aerial troops were heading to a specified location. They positioned themselves in a row, facing the same direction and looking up. I noticed the people on the street were also looking up in the same direction. But who was attacking us, I wondered?

My wife and I were walking in a wooded area when suddenly, a fierce storm came upon us. We began to flee the area, avoiding large trees that were falling over. When we left the wooded area, I realized we were near the California State Capitol, immediately east of the building. The strong winds were slowly destroying the Capitol dome, and I could see a row of large California Palm Trees along the west side of the building. The strong winds were also whipping them, stripping their branches, and knocking down many others.

I was in a small city center in the central United States. I sensed in my spirit that a storm was rapidly approaching from the west. Suddenly, I could see ominous-looking black clouds forming across the horizon. The sky turned black and quickly enveloped the small city. Nearby was a tall and secure-looking concrete building. I ran inside to shelter from the storm, crouching behind a concrete wall. I warned others to come with me, but no one was listening.

I worked as an inspector in a city center with many high-rise buildings. There was not any particular building that looked familiar, yet, in my spirit, I knew these buildings represented various cities across our country. There was a strong emphasis on San Francisco for some unknown reason. A small group of us were inspecting a new structure, and the foundation was constructed from large rubber seismic isolators.

I was sitting in the back of a car being driven along a coastal highway in Georgia. The driver was a transportation engineer who worked for me. It was a beautiful cloudless day with clear blue skies. The ocean was stunningly blue also. Off to my right was a small bay. A statue of Hillary Clinton was placed in the middle, not too far from the highway. She looked cartoon-like, as if the artist mocked her. In the distance, I could see several oil rigs out in the open ocean. The highway suddenly dipped, and I could see it was shallowly flooded where the ocean levels had risen. We drove down at a high rate of speed into the water and proceeded up the other side. I moved from the back seat into the front passenger side. I panicked as we neared the water, waking me from the dream.

l was walking into Washington, D.C., to observe the inauguration of President-elect Donald J. Trump. I was curious to see what was going on. It was early morning on the day before the inauguration, and many people were already arriving early to find a good viewing spot. As I walked passed buildings and parking lots, pressing my way toward the U.S. Capitol, there were camps of people occupying rows of parking spaces. Many were entire families sleeping outside, even setting up small living quarters. All were covered with purple tarps.

The Lord gave me this dream about our nation. In it, I was sitting at a desk in what appeared to be a library. The Lord spoke to me gently and said, “Sit and write the things I will show you that are to come.” I could see our nation torn in two. We had somehow become like two separate countries. The dividing line seemed to be along the Mississippi River. The western part of the U.S. was in chaos and anarchy, with vigilante and militia armies roaming everywhere, trying to defend their communities. The eastern part of the U.S. was also profoundly shaken but starting to recover slowly. I then heard the Lord speak to me and say, “I will preserve a remnant of this nation for my glory, but the half I will turn over to destruction in judgment for their sin.”