I was in an airplane about to take off. The plane headed down the runway in an easterly direction. It seemed to lack power and could not get far off the ground. The pilot was heading towards a large bridge, and to avoid colliding with it, he leveled the plane and flew under the bridge. He then tried to gain altitude, but again the plane lacked power. I saw the plane heading toward a building in the first row behind the cockpit. The pilot banked the aircraft to the left. He clipped a billboard on top of a building with the right wing.

I was working on my computer when suddenly the power went down. My friend in Southern California came into the room and told me that a 7-point earthquake had just struck south of San Francisco towards Los Angeles.

I was on the upper floor of an office building looking at renderings of spaceships used in Star Wars films. Looking out of the large windows towards the southwest, I could see a flat landscape resembling Los Angeles; the ocean was stretched across the horizon. Suddenly a very dark cloud formed over the water and moved quickly inland. It was frightening, and I could see people running in terror from the lightning bolts striking the ground. The cloud moved across the landscape and then disappeared to the east.

I was in the Midwest part of the country, sitting in a large open plain on a lawn chair, looking at what appeared to be a soccer game. Other people were sitting with me. Suddenly, dark black clouds came from the south and southeast. I saw lightning in the distance and knew a storm was approaching. They looked far enough away, and it seemed we had at least ten minutes before they arrived. As soon as I sat back down, the clouds supernaturally accelerated toward us. I was shocked by what I had just witnessed. The wind was now blowing hard, and heavy rain was pouring down. Lighting was striking all around us. I ran inside a nearby abandoned building for shelter. I called for the other people to accompany me, but they ran toward their cars. I warned them not to get in their cars, but they would not listen. I checked all the windows inside the house to ensure they were secure.

This vision took place during a camping trip with my wife. I was playing my guitar and singing Rend the Heavens. Some wildfires had just broken out over Northern California immediately following a court decision to allow gay marriage. I thought about our state and country, wishing the people would repent and return to the Lord. In a flash, I saw five blue stars descend from heaven. A ray of blue light seemed to connect them into a pentagram shape resembling the American Flag stars. I knew in my spirit that the Lord would show favor to this country and that His Spirit would be poured out on this great nation.

I had been asking the Lord what to pray for. That night He gave me a vision. I could not see the words well, so I asked Him to show them more clearly. The words reappeared, and they spelled out three specific things. He asked me to pray for the alien in our land, to pray that we can leave Iraq with honor, and a third prayer that I, unfortunately, cannot remember.

I looked across the landscape of our country and could see gangs traveling around in cars, extending along every highway, and wreaking havoc and fear in every town. They were shooting and killing people randomly, and I saw several women who had been murdered, riddled with bullet holes, and slumped inside their vehicle seats.

I was with my family on top of a large mountain that ran north to south along the eastern edge of San Francisco. The mountain was like a giant, sharp granite protruding from the earth. I looked down over the city from three or four thousand feet. The sky was very dark, almost black with clouds. I knew that judgment was coming to San Francisco. To avoid the wrath, I crept down with my family behind the mountain, away from any city view. My daughter jumped up in excitement, wanting to go toward the city. I tried grabbing her, but she would not come back. Finally, as if by the hand of God, she turned back to me. I looked at the sky and saw a donut-shaped hole in the clouds. A strong bolt of lightning came straight down toward the city. I hid behind the rock expecting the whole town to be destroyed, but to my surprise, the lightning bolt was much softer, and the city was not destroyed.

My wife and I were at our house. Suddenly, a nuclear explosion went off in a nearby city. I looked outside and saw dark black clouds filling the expanse of the horizon. At the center were the darkest ones, and there were bolts of lightning surrounding this dark cloud mass. We went back inside to avoid the fallout, but as we looked up, we could see white radioactive fallout material coming through all the cracks in the ceiling.

I was walking through a dark city; high-rise buildings surrounded me. I felt intense fear and could see large airplanes crashing toward the town as I looked up. People were running in terror, looking for cover.