I was walking through a moonscape. The earth had been destroyed, and everything had turned red, the ground, rocks, and atmosphere. There was a hot wind blowing red dust everywhere. I sensed radioactive particles and realized that a nuclear war had likely destroyed much of it. I approached a rock cropping and saw a man holding a laptop computer. He could not access the website because it was down. He would not let go of his technology even though everything around him had become a complete desolation. He refused to cry out to God even in this most desperate condition.

I was walking up a gravel country road; the sky was grey, and light rain was pouring down. As I walked along, the road went up a gradual hill, and I could see a few weathered houses here and there. There was complete peace throughout the whole scene. Towards the top were several graded lots awaiting new homes. The lots were covered with lush, tall green grass and surrounded by dark green fir trees as if cut out of a forest. At the top of the hill was a gravel cul-de-sac. To my left were a vacant lot and one peculiar-looking home.

I was looking down over the cities of the world, almost dancing over them. They were arranged like a “T” and resembled miniature models. As I scanned them, I saw a few cities lit up, but most were dark. At the center was a large rectangular building, lit up brightly and shaped like the temple mount in Jerusalem. To the right was complete darkness, and to the left, over Europe, were a few lit cities. I came down towards Italy, resting by an Italian man to my left and a French man to my right. I looked at the Italian man, hugged him, and told him how much I loved his people. He stared at me with a blank, hollow gaze. The French man did the same thing; they seemed indifferent to my interest in them and even uncomfortable with my presence.

In this dream, I could see what appeared to be a legislative table suspended high in the air over the country of Iran. Men were deliberating on their nuclear power program. They stated that they wanted atomic power to become independent from oil and would destroy their oil reserves. I then looked down and could see them pointing at an oil field, and as they did so, it was detonated with explosives. They knew that without oil, the world’s economies would collapse.

I was swimming in a river, floating downstream through an area of shallow, slow-moving rapids, and then walking back upstream for a short distance to flow down again. I could see another man swimming down ahead of me. Suddenly the current became extraordinarily strong, and just as I was about to jump in, another man quickly pulled me from the river onto the shore. I could see the other man get swept downstream.

I was looking up at a wooded hillside. At the top was a building that was being constructed. It had an Asian architectural appearance, with rooftops that fanned opposite directions like the sails of a Chinese Junk ship. I climbed up the hill and walked into the building. There were several men there who were overseeing the construction. Much work was to be done, but they looked at each other and said: “We will have this building done in five weeks.”

I was walking on a dirt road outside a walled city in the Middle East. Many people were walking both ways along the route. A man came up to me wearing traditional Arab clothing and a Keffiyeh. He took my hand and said warmly, “Salem Aleichem,” which translates peace be to them. I then turned a started walking away from the City. I could see the body of a dead woman, prepared for burial, and placed along the side of the road awaiting someone to take her away. I then saw a man wearing a white robe. He was blinded by a bright light and had been chosen by God to fulfill a task that would lead him and others to the blessings of Abraham. His experience was like that of Paul when he became blinded by God.

I was in China, and a notable temple had been opened to the public for viewing. It only opened once a year, so thousands lined up for miles to see the temple. I decided to see it myself, but just an observer. I drove for part of the journey and then walked the rest. The road led through a gorge that followed a large river. It crossed in several places. I do not remember viewing the temple, but I wanted to take my wife and kids to see it the next day. We drove for part of the distance and then walked the rest. Again, we waited in line with thousands of people. I could see school children on tour from their classrooms with their teachers escorting them, wearing red coats and walking neatly two-by-two.

I was walking around what appeared to be an outdoor or indoor mezzanine connecting two or three large office buildings. Other people were walking around. I wasn’t sure exactly what floor I was on, but when I came to a set of stairs leading down, I could see the lower level was flooded. Someone warned me not to go down there. Then as I looked out over a balcony, I could see the whole area was flooded. I came to another staircase, and this time I could go down to the lower level. I could see water marks on the columns where they were once flooded. As I looked ahead, I could see the waters had receded and were now at about the same level as the floor I was standing on, still partially flooding one small area.

I was looking at a hillside covered with tropical vegetation. It looked like a scene from Vietnam or Cambodia. There were dugouts or bunkers on the hillside. I saw an Asian woman standing behind a gun turret firing at an enemy. She was defending a suspension bridge with three towers, and for an instant, I saw this bridge. I knew this enemy was from Germany. On the side of the turret, which I believe she had confiscated, was a plate of armor with a swastika. Then with utmost precision, several bullets came from behind and instantly killed the woman.