l was walking into Washington, D.C., to observe the inauguration of President-elect Donald J. Trump. I was curious to see what was going on. It was early morning on the day before the inauguration, and many people were already arriving early to find a good viewing spot. As I walked passed buildings and parking lots, pressing my way toward the U.S. Capitol, there were camps of people occupying rows of parking spaces. Many were entire families sleeping outside, even setting up small living quarters. All were covered with purple tarps.

The Lord gave me this dream about our nation. In it, I was sitting at a desk in what appeared to be a library. The Lord spoke to me gently and said, “Sit and write the things I will show you that are to come.” I could see our nation torn in two. We had somehow become like two separate countries. The dividing line seemed to be along the Mississippi River. The western part of the U.S. was in chaos and anarchy, with vigilante and militia armies roaming everywhere, trying to defend their communities. The eastern part of the U.S. was also profoundly shaken but starting to recover slowly. I then heard the Lord speak to me and say, “I will preserve a remnant of this nation for my glory, but the half I will turn over to destruction in judgment for their sin.”

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.