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LOS ANGELES NUKED

 Richard Riding, June 16, 1985

 

I had a dream, I don't know if I was in the spirit or body. I was at a fire station in Los Angeles, CA, early in the morning hours. It's as if I was transferred there for a temporary stay. I had my uniform and fire gear in my car. I reported to the captain and was trying to find a bed to sleep in for the balance of the night. I went to the dormitory, upstairs, and it was full of beds with men sleeping in them. It was crowded and I found a bed without a mattress. So I decided to go down stairs, and when I got there, there were other firemen milling around out in the front of the station. I could see their faces and I knew some of them from my earlier days as a fireman (1962-1978). While outside I was talking to three chiefs of different rank. While we were talking, a particular high ranking chief (I don't know who he was) came running out of the fire house towards his chiefs car in his turnout clothes, in a panic and I mean Panic. He tried to get in his chief's car and drive away, but his aide (a fireman who drives for him) stopped him from doing so. He kept hollering, "I have to get out of here, I have to get out of here."

 

The next thing I heard was a wailing noise (siren). I looked up and heard a noise and saw, it seemed like thousands of jet aircraft traveling fast with their afterburners blasting. (I was in the Air Force for four years.) There were literally thousands of them. It was dark in the early morning and I could see the flames coming out of their engines' tail pipes. I made a comment to one of the chiefs, "There are thousands of them." (They were fighter aircraft.) The chief was looking at me with a scared look and I said to him, "Jesus is coming." When I said this there was a bright flash in the sky and the heavens glowed with a bright light. I fell to the ground and heard screaming of the men around me. I could feel the heat of the light around me (it was an atomic bomb) exploding in the Los Angeles area. I then woke up and had the strangest feeling of emptiness that this is going to happen in Los Angeles, IT WAS SO REAL.

 

Dream on 6/16/85

Richard D. Riding Sr.