I looked into a room through a wide glass window, like something you might see at a police station for a lineup; a one-way mirror where I could see in, but they could not see out. Along the far wall were young women engaged in prostitution and sexually immoral behavior. Their appearance looked disgusting to me. Then one of the women was standing beside me. She tried to entice me into her behavior, but I was repulsed in my spirit. I began to feel compassion for her condition, held her by the wrist, and spoke about the redeeming power of Jesus. She was listening and beginning to receive the words I was giving her.

I was with a man I work for. He is of great authority, kind in spirit, and very hard-working. He showed me a piece of property on a mountain upon which he would build a dream home, a place to retire. I looked up at the mountain, and it was called Mount Rainier, the same volcanic mountain situated southeast of Seattle, Washington. But the mountain looked different. The lower portion looked like any other mountain, but the top third was built of geometric cubes.

I was standing in what appeared to be a county fairground. In front of me was a long wooden building with wooden barn doors where they held farm animals. There were Christian men and women inside, and those of the enemy, tares as we know them in the Bible. The Christians conversed closely with the enemy, standing in small groups and courting them into a dangerous relationship. I rapidly tossed hand grenades into the building, guiding them toward where the enemy stood. The Christians close to the enemy were being blown up with them.

I saw a young brown-haired and brown-eyed woman committing sexual acts with a man. I then saw the face of a different middle eastern man mocking her verbally in Arabic and English and mocking her in writing, saying that he held complete control of the woman and had bound her into sexual slavery. The woman was also in a relationship with a ministerial friend who was unaware of her condition.

I walked into what appeared to be an art gallery that was part of an art school and a larger artist community. I was admiring the unique pieces of modern-looking paintings and sculptures. I moved through several rooms into a large mezzanine. At the far end of this long space was a younger man sitting at an artist work station. He had darker hair and eyes and a muscular, stocky build. There were several jewelry pieces on his face and ears, and he may have had several tattoos on his arms. He looked rough in appearance, but his heart was loving and tender. I felt a brotherly love towards him. He was a Christian, and the Lord had sent him to this place to reach the lost.

I was walking through a wooded area somewhere in Virginia. It was winter, and all the trees were grey and barren. Suddenly, I noticed bright patches of pink flowers in the forest. I looked closely at these clusters of pink flowering cherry blossoms and several other flower types. I wondered how these trees could be flowering in the middle of winter. Something was wrong. It felt like it was tied to global warming or an environmental issue. Our natural world was off, and trees showed the effect of a world in deterioration. The trees may have also been showing a prophetic picture of life coming out of the dead, pockets of God’s people blooming amid a dead and barren landscape.

I don’t remember the details of this dream, except the Lord calling me to gather His people to worship. I remember feeling His peace and anointing.

I was looking down across the southeastern United States, focusing on the State of Mississippi. I could see what appeared to be a high school. I then saw hundreds of students all congregated together in an auditorium. They were wearing red and white uniforms. I began to bless them, and as I did so, I saw and felt the spirit of the Lord fall upon them. The Lord began to speak to me in my spirit about the coming revival and how it will come to the youth, particularly those of high school age.

I was flying to Israel. I noticed a small group of young men and women on the plane. One man was in a wheelchair. I asked this man where they were heading, and he said to David’s Tent in Jerusalem. I got excited and began to tell them about David’s Tent in Washington, D.C., which I was a part of. I awoke to feel the peace of the Lord.

I was with my wife when a Pastor I know from California approached me and began to speak of supernatural provision from the Lord. He then pointed to a small cardboard box about the size of a cigarette package set in place by an angel, propped against a building wall. I opened the box, and to my astonishment, it was packed with crisp $100 and $200 bills totaling $50,000. There was also an old torn one-dollar and a five-dollar bill in the box. Given their poor conditional and financial insignificance, I laughed at them, wondering why the Lord would include these along with all the others.

I was with a group of Christians that I was asked to lead into a time of encountering the Lord’s presence. We were standing in a courtyard area. There was a sanctuary building on one side and another opposite. The group had gathered at the center of the courtyard. I turned away for a moment to collect something, and when I looked back, the group had taken a few wooden rectangular boxes and was holding them collectively together off the ground in the form of a cross. I ran over to the group and broke the boxes apart, telling them not to make any image that would become to them an idol, not even the symbol of the cross. We were to encounter the Lord only and to have nothing stand between Him and us.

I looked down from the heavens over the Las Vegas Valley desert landscape. The sky and the earth were dim and nearly dark, as if a demonic covering was blocking the light. I could see the city lights below and feel the sin rising from the city into the heavens. I then saw the Spirit of the Lord descend upon the whole valley, and all its dwellings were covered in a blue luminescent radiance. I could feel the love of God and His grace being poured out upon the land and its inhabitants.