My wife and I lived in a convenience store in the dream. Others were there with us, and we all had lost everything and were sleeping on the floor on air mattresses. The shelves seemed well stocked, but the power was out. It was dark outside, and I did not feel safe.

I was driving eastbound on a highway near a city in the central United States. Suddenly, a powerful storm swept into our area. In my spirit, it was like an F5 tornado. There was no warning, and I quickly took cover under a freeway bridge. There was debris flying everywhere. I warned people to take refuge and awoke with a sense of panic.

My wife and I were walking along the main street of a small city. Small shops lined both sides of the road, and many people walked around. Everything was peaceful. I then felt a sudden sense of panic come over the people. Looking behind me, I could see dozens of military vehicles being transported to an undisclosed location—tanks, cannons, and other heavy artillery pieces. I looked down at my cell phone and noticed dozens of messages calling up troops and military equipment. I then saw unusual aircraft flying overhead. Some looked like scooters that hovered in the air. All of the ground and aerial troops were heading to a specified location. They positioned themselves in a row, facing the same direction and looking up. I noticed the people on the street were also looking up in the same direction. But who was attacking us, I wondered?

My wife and I were walking in a wooded area when suddenly, a fierce storm came upon us. We began to flee the area, avoiding large trees that were falling over. When we left the wooded area, I realized we were near the California State Capitol, immediately east of the building. The strong winds were slowly destroying the Capitol dome, and I could see a row of large California Palm Trees along the west side of the building. The strong winds were also whipping them, stripping their branches, and knocking down many others.

I was in a small city center in the central United States. I sensed in my spirit that a storm was rapidly approaching from the west. Suddenly, I could see ominous-looking black clouds forming across the horizon. The sky turned black and quickly enveloped the small city. Nearby was a tall and secure-looking concrete building. I ran inside to shelter from the storm, crouching behind a concrete wall. I warned others to come with me, but no one was listening.

I worked as an inspector in a city center with many high-rise buildings. There was not any particular building that looked familiar, yet, in my spirit, I knew these buildings represented various cities across our country. There was a strong emphasis on San Francisco for some unknown reason. A small group of us were inspecting a new structure, and the foundation was constructed from large rubber seismic isolators.

I was sitting in the back of a car being driven along a coastal highway in Georgia. The driver was a transportation engineer who worked for me. It was a beautiful cloudless day with clear blue skies. The ocean was stunningly blue also. Off to my right was a small bay. A statue of Hillary Clinton was placed in the middle, not too far from the highway. She looked cartoon-like, as if the artist mocked her. In the distance, I could see several oil rigs out in the open ocean. The highway suddenly dipped, and I could see it was shallowly flooded where the ocean levels had risen. We drove down at a high rate of speed into the water and proceeded up the other side. I moved from the back seat into the front passenger side. I panicked as we neared the water, waking me from the dream.