I was driving in a car with an older prophetic woman who is a good friend of mine. She was sitting in the passenger’s seat. It was a one-lane dirt road with two-wheel ruts, and we were heading westbound through a parched desert-like landscape. The road suddenly dropped out beneath, and like on a roller coaster, we plunged down the steep gradient and then gently swooped out onto the plain in front of us. I could feel the sensation in my stomach, a combination of fear and excitement for the unknown ahead. Immediately, the landscape was thrust into complete darkness. I could see people scurrying around, panicking, and holding survival elements in their hands, grabbing just a few things in the moments after the nuclear devastation that hit their cities to the west, primarily San Francisco. They looked at us desperately; “can you help us?” was written all over their faces.

I was standing inside a tall rectangular building, maybe somewhere near the upper floors. The building was made from dark grey granite and had dark-tinted windows. It was embedded into a much higher granite mountain of the same color as the building. The granite mountain seemed to project almost vertically out of the earth. The sky was dark, and all the surrounding areas were cloaked in darkness. I felt an earthquake shake the building, but there was no damage. I ran down to the first level, hoping to escape the building when I heard in my spirit that a Tsunami was coming from the west. People were panicking and running in all different directions. There was no place to hide or shelter from the coming earthquake or Tsunami.

I led a staff meeting with co-workers and other professionals. We discussed many things, but at one point, I began to contrast how good things are in this country compared with others. Not perfect, just better, i.e., lower levels of corruption, prosperity, freedom, and the ability to accomplish something with one’s life.

I was in an airplane flying north through what appeared to be Colorado. I could see a beautiful mountain outside the aircraft window to the west. It had a sharp peak and at least three massive rocks protruding near its summit. I stared and marveled at its beauty. All the other windows on the plane were dark. The pilot was having difficulty controlling the plane, and we were in a rapid descent flying through what appeared to be a dark trough in the earth. The aircraft could not escape, and we would crash at a sudden rise in the trough.

In this dream, I looked down the California coastline south of Monterey. There was a rocky bluff with homes perched on top. One house stood above the others, higher and further out on a large rock outcropping. It was a modest home, but the panoramic views of the ocean were stunning. Inside were two homosexual men embracing each other. The scene was peaceful.

My wife and I were flying in a large commercial aircraft, most likely a Boeing 747. We were in the very front of the plane, sleeping. I awoke suddenly as the pilot began to descend the aircraft. At first, it felt normal, but then I realized we were descending too quickly and too early. We were heading northward towards Germany. I looked out a window on the left side of the aircraft and could see a German airplane descending even more quickly in the same pattern, our planes both enveloped in some storm.

In the first part of the dream, I was at a podium in what looked like the press room at the White House. President Obama was standing opposite me, looking out to a room filled with people. I was holding a small cheap gift in my hand. He asked me somewhat sarcastically where I had gotten the gift. “Why from you, Mr. President,” I replied. The room laughed.

I was in northern Virginia when suddenly I was taken in the spirit to south-central Virginia. I was wearing simple white cotton pants and a white pullover shirt. The pants were baggy and synched at the waist with a simple drawstring. They reminded me of the clothing that slaves wore (see picture below at right). I had brought Virginia ham with me and appeared before three founding fathers of our nation, including George Washington. The men were wearing colonial military uniforms. I presented the Ham to them and began to eat. These three were men of God, and the Lord spoke to me that He was going to begin honoring these men by bringing forth stored blessings and promises that had been reserved for these men of faith. These blessings would be a catalyst for a restoration of the State of Virginia and eventually the entire United States of America.

I was looking down from the heavens over the desert landscape of the Las Vegas Valley. 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 I could feel the sin rising from the city up 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.

I was with a friend in a prayer room. There were others in the background. We were all worshiping the Lord and praying in succession when my friend interjected and said it was time for me to pray in a specific prayer. I began praying that the Lord would rend the heavens, but my friend interrupted me and said, "No, another order must be prayed right now."

I was looking down on the State of California. Suddenly the State turned red, and the Spirit of the Lord told me that the people of California, because of the condition of their economy, would vote for Republican candidates in this Fall election.

I was in an airplane with a new experimental hyperspeed engine. The plane took off at normal speed and then engaged the new engine when it reached the appropriate altitude. I knew even before the engine was ignited that something was wrong. I was standing at the back of the aircraft in the galley. I could feel the G forces against my body as the engines engaged, but the plane immediately began to lose control. It started to spin sideways and headed straight to the earth. The pilot tried to control the aircraft but was unable to recover. It slammed into the earth with incredible force, disintegrating the plane on impact.