PROPHECIES
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 in a room with Jewish people, both men, and women. The men were preparing for a quire presentation. I sat in one of the seats and watched as they quickly arranged themselves in neat rows. They started singing. It sounded beautiful, but the words were complete nonsense. One man standing in front took off his black hat, closed his eyes, and sang a beautiful chorus. But again, it was about nothing. However, a woman sitting in the front row chimed in, substituting his empty lyrics with several profanities. Her attitude was hostile and sarcastic. The whole scene seemed funny, and I started laughing.
I was standing on the captain’s deck of a large ship, looking at a sandy beach in the southeastern United States. A hurricane was approaching, and it was category nine. The waves started to swell, and they were so powerful and came so quickly that the ship capsized almost immediately.
I was attending a small garden when I saw an Asian woman look over a stone wall and begin speaking to me about Jesus. She said she had once believed but did not feel she could return after leaving him. I felt in my spirit that her initial belief was not a complete conversion of the Holy Spirit, and I turned to her with compassion and asked if she would pray for forgiveness and submit her life to Jesus. I took her hands and started praying, then paused and asked her to pray. She spoke with passion and conviction, and after she finished, I prayed that God would fill her with his Holy Spirit. As I spoke, I felt energy enter my body from my left arm to my right side. This energy surrounded us and penetrated her body; I could feel her being filled with God’s spirit. It was a fantastic experience.
I was in a room with plastered walls. On the left side was an open wood door. I saw a large Orthodox Jewish man enter with his family. He was wearing a long black coat and had a fur hat on his head. The man entered the door and walked to my left. Another entered with his family and went to my right. This second man looked like a priest from a Greek Orthodox Church, wearing the most beautiful clothing, with red and purple woven into his shirt fabric. A Catholic Monk entered the room from an entryway to my right. These men and several others joined hands and started praying. The monk motioned for me to come over and take his hand. I did, although somewhat reluctantly, and started praying with them.
I was walking downtown in a city looking for a library. Another person was walking alongside me. I saw a small church and decided to step in. They did not even recognize me. There was no warmth in this place, even an atmosphere of hostility, so I left and walked to another church. Outside the building, the curb was painted red, prohibiting anyone from parking near the entrance. I crossed the red line anyway.
I was in a dark bar inside a city. All the walls were painted black. A few people were sitting here and there. At one point, I parked a Harley Davidson motorcycle. I walked outside and saw a tall man heading toward the bar. He had sandy blond hair and a long face with a mustache. He wore a sports jacket with a neckpiece resembling a priest's. Walking behind him was a Jewish man, possibly a rabbi. He was wearing a tallit and carrying a wooden jar that contained a Torah scroll. I blocked the tall man and said sternly: “You will not bring the scroll of God into this place!” He bent over slightly, and with his finger pointed toward my eyes; he gave me an evil stare, unlike anything I had ever seen. I felt a sense of fear but would not relent in my position. Then I awoke.
This journey started in Canada and ended in the southeastern United States. I was standing in a Canadian City. It felt cold, but there was a place that everyone was going, an amusement park with waters heated to a comfortable 80 degrees. It was where children slid down water slides streaming with chocolate milk. I could see a roller coaster suspended from a track, with seating in a single car for at least twenty people. It glided over the surface of the warm water. People were getting on and off, so I decided to go for a ride. A female narrator's voice spoke as we traveled along.
I walked into what appeared to be a classroom. Jewish men were standing around smiling and talking to each other. Some wore regular clothes, some wore suits, and some wore traditional orthodox clothing. As I walked around them, I could feel the overwhelming presence of God. I knew he was amongst his people even though they did not recognize him. I felt so happy that I spun around, feeling drunk by the holy spirit of God. One of the men came up to me and smiled.
I awoke in the morning, and as I was lying in bed, I closed my eyes and saw a TV. I focused on and saw a cartoon image of a peaceful suburban neighborhood. I saw people running in terror in all directions—men, women, and children. I then saw what appeared to be a military or police vehicle coming down the street. A man was standing on top wearing a uniform. He was shouting and directing the people, and he also might have been shooting at the people.
I saw Satan climbing a large mountain resembling a giant rock. He looked like a large black, mechanical monster. I followed him to the top of the rock, where I saw another man standing. Satan’s shape changed into a spirit cloud of black dots. He came towards me to attack, and immediately I saw the spirit of God intercepting to block Satan’s approach. God’s Spirit looked like a cloud of white dots. I watched as Satan fiercely attacked God. It was a potent scene, like two giants clashing. I saw myself ripping apart a giant boom box and throwing the pieces over the mountain's edge. As I watched Satan continue to attack, I could feel God’s anger rising until I heard his voice say: “Enough.” I saw his hand sweeping outward before me, and Satan’s spirit collapsed into a tiny dot thrust down over the edge of the mountain.
I was in our house when suddenly I noticed flashes of light coming through the window. It was dusk outside, and when I looked up, I could see the sky lit up. It looked like waves of light dancing across the sky. As I looked out into the distance, I could see sheets of lightning coming straight down. They did not flash and stop but continued to strike the earth with power unlike anything I have ever seen. In the next part of the dream, I remember feeling a sense of total anarchy. Society had collapsed, and we were in danger. I showed my son and his friend how to use a paint gun. I tried loading it, but a few paintballs were left, and most were damaged. I saw a man with a weapon. I do not know where he was going or whether he was coming after us.
