In this
dream, it appeared I was in my physical body, I knew it was me but my face
was never shown. It was as though I was me, right now, in the dream,
looking at everything and seeing everything; not dreaming and seeing
myself as a participant, but me as though I was in my physical body
actually experiencing the dream and event. It was like I was seeing
everything, people going about their everyday lives, the wind blowing,
regular every day nature like the winds blowing, fluffy clouds in the sky,
regular thunderstorms happening, people shopping, the earth and America
going about their everyday living and existence without a hitch; much like
now with news events happening but at present unaffecting our normal
lives.
Then the dream shifted and it appeared I was living or traveling in a
remote area of Florida. I know it was Florida by the topography and
landscape; I know my state like the back of my hand. But everything was
normal, and people were going about their everyday business and lives. It
appeared that we were on a bus going somewhere and people had their radios
on, and were listening to the news.
Suddenly, something happened. Something extremely catastrophic and sudden.
It happened without warning, was sudden, unexpected, and the people who
had radios listened intently. No one knew how it happened, or who made the
event happen but it was nationwide. The people around me knew what was
going on and began talking about that it was just a matter of time before
we may get hit. Others felt that maybe we wouldn't get hit because we were
in a remote area, far away from the big metro areas. Where we were,
everything was still normal, the sun was shining, electricity still
worked, but you could see people in a flurry and were trying to get away
in their cars.
The people on the bus began to be afraid and began mentioning the fact
that we would not be able to get away, and that the highways would soon
get clogged. The people around me had portable radios and were trying to
listen to them to get some type news of what happened, but the radios, it
seemed, became inoperative and now they could only get static; those who
had one began trying their cell phones, but all they got was static, or
nothing. However, everyone knew something had happened, and they also knew
that it was just a matter of time before we would be affected, or even
hit. People began talking about God and some of them mentioned that they
knew this would happen. I began talking to them and told them that I knew
this would happen also, and that I was glad I had warned as many as
possible.
All of a sudden, someone in the bus began screaming, we've been hit, we've
been hit, look at the mushroom cloud! Everyone went to the back of the bus
and the person that had shouted that we had been hit was pointing up to
the sky. A huge anvil shaped cloud, which didn't really resemble a
mushroom cloud, but was much larger than a mushroom cloud and was much
more awesome and frightful; in fact, it resembled a freak, over-sized
thunderstorm anvil. Everyone became somber. It was as though we knew that
we would soon die. I began thinking about how I would soon die, and that
now I must really buckle down and do what God expected; I also began
thinking about how it would be to die, and what God and heaven was like.
Then we continued talking about God, Jesus and other things of God.
Suddenly the dream switched. We were still on the bus, but nothing was
normal; the sky was no longer sunny, everything was gloomy, the highways
were full of cars filled with people, and the authorities had set up many
checkpoints with these men, who were in ordinary civilian clothes,
checking everyone and giving them so-called tickets. Everyone on the bus
was talking about what big cities had been hit. Suddenly I shouted, Miami,
Orlando, Tampa, St. Petersburg, Jacksonville; but Fort Lauderdale, where I
now live, had been spared. It was as though I knew this. And an inner
voice mentioned that only the vital cities or cities of significance had
been hit. I then began thinking about how sinful Fort Lauderdale was and
why it had been spared.
Suddenly the dream switched again of me in a van. The van was old, made
loud sounds from the engine, and I knew that it would soon break down. The
van finally broke down and now I was on the same highway that the bus I
had been on was on which was now very crowded. After the van broke down I
had to get out and push it. I was thinking in my mind that now I was on
foot, game for robbery or attack, and the authorities would probably
figure out I was a Christian and imprison me. I began walking up to the
checkpoint where a man with a Haitian accent was talking to people and
giving them so-called tickets. He asked me where my ticket was, and I told
him that I was on the highway and didn't know anything about tickets, or
no one had given me any tickets. He looked at me and told me to stand by
the side and wait. I was nervous but I respectfully continued pleading my
case but I was very nice to the man, and inside my soul was praying that
he would let me go. Finally, he wrote something on the ticket, and then
told me to go.
Then the dream switched to a house, which seemed like a broke down mobile
home in a remote area, and many people were in the house, laid down,
covered up, and it appeared that many were getting sick. I also saw a man,
a supposed friend of mine that recently did me very wrong who I've
forgiven. He didn't see me, but I saw him. I turned my head and when I
turned to look at him again, he was gone; and I thought in my mind that
maybe he was ashamed to see me because he was one of the ones I had kept
warning about the event that had just happened. All of a sudden, I began
seeing snowflake-like particles, like ash falling when you light a fire
outside in the wind, and suddenly it occurred to me that nuclear fallout
was happening, and all of our deaths were certain. I knew now that we
would all die and began talking to the people, trying to cheer them up,
encourage them, and also talked about Christ. This was the end of the
dream.