Dreaming Awake

“The Last Day of Peace” and “Communism in California” dreams appear to be occurring now except for the en masse movement to California. From the dream, the decision to concentrate effort on California (west coast) to sway elections is yet to happen.

The “Occupy Wall Street” movement [Huff], [owst], [scoop.it], [goog], [storyful] is comprised of union workers, unemployed, dissatisfied Democrat leaning voters who almost all agree that general redistribution of wealth is an answer to the recession / unemployment problems. This idea, in it’s essential, is the economic aspect of Communism.

Honestly I cannot disagree with the general complaint, but like so many things of this nature I think it is (soon to be?) co-opted and used to accomplish the ends of the “1%” to the (typical) detriment of those demanding their due. For instance, I think that the anti-union pressure has been orchestrated from the beginning and that weird atrocities (theft, violence, destruction of property, raping and pillaging… read: regular “war” stuff) will be committed up and down the west coast in the name of the occupy movement.

Edit to add (Gabe): Occupier quote, “French Revolution made fundamental transformation. But it was [necessarily] bloody. Unfortunately, many believe that the “1%” so-called used the French Revolution to consolidate most of the first colonial French empire under English control, not to help French citizens. The same will be true with this movement (if the dreams are correct). It will be used to squelch opposition and to enforce absolute worship of government. A “mini-me” Democrat party will no longer be needed.

A week or two ago I dreamed about a town in the eastern United States (I think) which had a large river running along the western side of the town. The river reminded me of the Mississippi River, but it didn’t seem as muddy and it could have been any of the large rivers out there.

The dream started with a man who was an aircraft pilot telling his wife that God had told him that the Russians were going to invade someday but that God would get them out safely before the Russian occupation.

Then I skipped forward in time and I saw armored vehicles entering the city and new that this was the day of the Russian invasion.

I saw the wife of the man crying and telling him “you said God would get us out before… now it is too late!”

The man answered, “Today is the day we leave.”

The woman was freaked out about this and said “Earlier than today, or later than today… but today is the WORST day to leave. There are Russians everywhere. How could we leave today? It isn’t possible.”

He assured her that God had directed him to leave on this day… the day of the invasion.

He told her to pack some bags and to meet him at a gas station on the main highway heading west, on the western side of the river. I saw that their house was out of town and on the western side of the river. He said he was going to get the airplane and left to go into town. She began to pack bags and pray.

Next I saw that the skies were empty. There weren’t even any birds flying higher than the telephone poles. No airplanes in the sky. I wondered why. Then I knew that the electro magnetic field of the earth was different and that it constantly fluxed. I knew that sometimes it was high enough for people to fly airplanes and other times it was hardly there at all. I knew that planes no longer flew anymore because when the EM field fluxed, it did something (to the planes or the pilots… not sure???) that made it hard to fly. I remember having the idea that the planes (and even the birds) flew “drunkenly” when the EM field was fluxing, or down… I didn’t understand any of this very well…

Next, I saw the pilot talking with an old man in a small airport. The old man was telling him how to fly in the new circumstances. He said; “Wait until you see the birds fly above the telephone poles before you take off. Watch the flies in the cockpit with you. If they fly, then you can fly… if they sit down, then wait. Then, once you are in the air, drop down and fly as low as you can and as near a major electrical line as you can. The electrical lines have their own EM field. Fly beside the main electric lines down to the river. Once you are over the water, the EM field will be fine, but you will be in greater danger of being shot down. So, over the river fly in a high arc… take the path of the rainbow over the water, up and then down, never straight.”

(Here I saw a plane flying like he was describing and I saw a missile shot from the ground, at the plane that was over the water. The missile was headed straight at the plane, but as it got to the river, it suddenly veered slightly off target. It reminded me of stabbing a spear down into water at a fish, and seeing the spear “bend” when it enters the water. I knew that it would be difficult to shoot down a plane over the water, especially if the plane was flying in a constant arc.)

I saw the pilot do exactly as the old man had said and I saw him make it safely over the river and land his small plane on the highway next to the fueling station. I knew he would refuel and fly as far as he could down a main power line heading west and that he would make it.

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We prayed about the dream and Gabe said to post it. It didn’t make any sense to me, but Gabe says it makes more sense than I realize and that it might help somebody… Later, in retrospect, I wondered if the pilots, flies, and birds were what was affected by the EM flux, or if it was the plane, or both? I remember thinking that at times the birds would “fall out of the sky.” The result of the EM flux looked like drunkenness or vertigo on both birds and flies – and planes in the sky.

I don’t know why the missile’s path “bent” when in entered the air over the river but the only thing I can think is that maybe it was off target the whole time: Gabe says it couldn’t have been magneto guided under those circumstances, it must have been laser guided and maybe the person aiming the laser couldn’t properly aim it through the differing EM fields.

A couple nights ago I dreamed I saw a woman in the streets of a city that was dying from famine, poverty, and war. I didn’t recognize the city, but it wasn’t American or European. The woman looked Arab to me, and the city looked like it had been fairly wealthy and progressive at one time. I remember the street was either bricks or stones rather than pavement. Now it was empty of regular commerce and motor-transportation. Garbage blew down the street and the stores were empty. The glass was broken out of the windows. There were other people wandering in the streets and the noise of weeping and unrest in the distance.

The woman came my direction as if she could see me and screamed at me in a desperate accusation:

“NATO promised us prosperity and protection but look – they gave us famine and war! We are dying because of NATO!”
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I don’t remember any more to the dream. Maybe I woke up then. We prayed about it. Seemed straight forward. Gabe said to post it.

Dream of the molding apple. Eve of cleansing. [post unfinished] 1:15ish AM

[Edited later to add:] It seemed imperative to Gabe to “post this when we heard it.” Like the moment was a marker in time. “This marked moment” (May 27, 1ish AM) is the point in the dream when the shelf is covered with the apple’s mold, and the very house seems threatened.

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I had this dream right about midnight, I think. Then I either kept dreaming it over and over or just kept going over it in my sleep, trying to understand it. I fully awoke about 1 AM to tell it to Gabe.

I dreamed I had gotten a box of fruit from the produce manager at our grocery store. (Sometimes he sells me his rejected, imperfect fruit and vegetables at a discount.) I had gone through the fruit and put the nicest fruit in a basket on the shelf of the kitchen. In the middle and top of the pile was a red apple. It had some kind of imperfection, a bruise or a cut I think, but it seemed minor enough to keep it in the “for eating fresh” basket.

An hour later I looked at the basket and was horrified to see that the apple at the top had molded severely and had begun to spread it’s mold over all the fruit in the basket. The apple almost seemed actively malicious to me.

I was in the middle of cooking dinner, and could not stop right away. I decided that as soon as I could (within 20 – 30 minutes) I would throw that basket of fruit away.

When I finished my task I turned toward the fruit basket to deal with it and discovered that the mold had spread at twice the rate it had spread during the first hour and now there was mold all over the shelf on both sides of the basket, covering other things on the shelf and creeping down toward the shelf below.

I realized with revulsion that it would continue to double it’s rate of defilement until it had overcome the whole house, and in a much briefer time than anyone could have believed.

Gabe then came to clean it up and he said to me that we needed to throw away everything that the mold had touched and then to spray to whole area with bleach.

I thought “the fruit was already sprayed with a bleach solution and it did not stop the mold.”

But I knew that this time everything would be destroyed and soaked with bleach, and that this would take care of the situation if we acted quickly and thoroughly.

I awoke.

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We prayed. I heard simply; “the apple is Israel.” Israel, not meaning only the house of Judah (that modern country which sits in between Jordan, Egypt, Syria, and Lebanon) but rather “Israel,” meaning “the house of Judah” (that modern nation called Israel, and Jewish people in general) and “the house of Israel” (which my husband and I believe, by every apparent proof and fulfillment of Biblical prophecy, to be the descendents of the Celts and the Scythians–more or less everyone of Western-European descent).

From Gabe:

The idea being that God cleaned “the apple” once before (House of Israel in “prison” for 390 years, Babylonian captivity of Judah, then the scattering of Judah in 70AD after they denied the Anointed of God: Jesus) But that this time the cleansing agent will be without dilution, and the removal and destruction will be without prejudice.

See these parallel passages about Israel:

• Revelation 17 (especially first part) “And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls,”

  This woman is the house of Israel. She defiles the whole world with her godlessness, and is herself destroyed and cast into the lake of fire.

• Ezekiel 7 (especially v20 and following) “his ornament” is Israel. It defiles itself and the whole world, and is utterly destroyed.
• Ezekiel 8:5 Then said he unto me, Son of man, lift up thine eyes now the way toward the north. So I lifted up mine eyes the way toward the north, and behold northward at the gate of the altar this image of jealousy in the entry. He said furthermore unto me, Son of man, seest thou what they do? [even] the great abominations that the house of Israel committeth here, that I should go far off from my sanctuary? but turn thee yet again, [and] thou shalt see greater abominations. [...] v9 And he said unto me, Go in, and behold the wicked abominations that they do here. [...] v13 He said also unto me, Turn thee yet again, [and] thou shalt see greater abominations that they do. [...] v15 Then said he unto me, Hast thou seen [this], O son of man? turn thee yet again, [and] thou shalt see greater abominations than these. [...] v17 for they have filled the land with violence, and have returned to provoke me to anger: and, lo, they put the branch to their nose. v18 Therefore will I also deal in fury: mine eye shall not spare, neither will I have pity: and though they cry in mine ears with a loud voice, [yet] will I not hear them.
• Deuteronomy 32:1-43 v9 For the LORD’S portion [is] his people; Jacob [is] the lot of his inheritance. He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye. As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings: [So] the LORD alone did lead him, and [there was] no strange god with him.

  v36 For the LORD shall judge his people, and repent himself for his servants, when he seeth that [their] power is gone, and [there is] none shut up, or left. And he shall say, Where [are] their gods, [their] rock in whom they trusted, Which did eat the fat of their sacrifices, [and] drank the wine of their drink offerings? let them rise up and help you, [and] be your protection. See now that I, [even] I, [am] he, and [there is] no god with me: I kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal: neither [is there any] that can deliver out of my hand.

  God asserting that He will destroy them until there is no power left in them, mocking them and their gods, asserting that it is He that raises up, and He that brings down.

Weird thing is the timing… almost to the minute synchronous with the extending of the Patriot Act.

West coast gays along side Bible-belt Christians, abortion doctors alongside Westboro Baptist Church, racists along side ethnic minorities, Republicans hand in hand with Democrats, our country and largely the whole western world stood united behind their god of intelligence-gathering and war. Multiplying their vileness, redoubling it without debate, without consideration, without question.

Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein: and he that rolleth a stone, it will return upon him.

Revelation 17:16 And the ten horns [kings of Israel] which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore [people of Israel... their own people], and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire.

They gave their kings the power to hurt all nations in order to save themselves. But they will be the last and will be hurt just the same. See also the comment by “pond” in Vacating the Halls of Power

April 15th – Gabe: At about 10pm I was praying and saw / heard what follows.

I saw my parents and my wife’s parents and two other men that I know. They are all Baby Boomers and are all influential or affluent. Among the four men they represented the oldest to the youngest among that generation. It was evident that they represented a group of people. Not sure if it was an age-group or a group of people who had done a certain thing, or what exactly, however, I immediately heard this saying:

Your crimes are not just against your children and your childrens’ children,

but against the whole world.

I will break you

and kindle you

and the smoke will be for a relief.

The crimes were past, and the sentencing was final. My thought was that the “80 days Unforgiven” was the last test for this group.

When I heard “I will break you” I saw a thin, dead, dry branch being broken into 6 inch lengths and thrown into a pile of such broken sticks.

When I heard, “and kindle you” I saw a small fire being lit under the pile that would quickly consume the whole.

I am not sure who the “relief” would be for, but it seemed to be some part or sub-group of those against whom their crimes had been previously committed.

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This is Ruby now…

The morning of the 16th I had this dream:

There was a woman at my house that I had hired to come and help me get my work done. I had hired her because I knew she had hit hard times and I felt sorry for her. She was at different moments in the dream both my mother, my mother-in-law and yet a third woman I know… I didn’t feel a real familial tie, but recognized in the dream that this woman was a certain group of people.

I had given her a 100 dollar bill to cover the gas money to get to me. She pocketed the whole thing and didn’t mention “change”. Instead of helping me, she stood in the middle of the floor fretting and talking about how hard things were, how terrible it all was… I knew that her circumstances were actually no worse than ours had been or even currently were, but that many things that she had once had in excess were now gone, and that she was down to the bare basics of life. I’d been there for a long time already and didn’t feel sorry for her situation, but I did pity her emotional inability to cope with having lost so much.

She was talking about something she wanted to buy, and I said that we needed one too (like honey or wheat???) and gave her a second 100 dollar bill to “get some for us.” She put it in her pocket greedily and immediately started talking about some other need.

She brought up something that she felt like we owed her… like having at one time bought something and then passed it on to us because she didn’t want it anymore, but now acted like she had expected us to pay for it. It was less than 20 dollars. I gave her a third hundred dollars (knowing in my own mind that this was also most of our money, but that we would be fine, because of the very simple way we lived.) She also pocketed that 100 and was silent for a moment.

Then she said “I guess you want the change, but I need it more than you do, so I’m not going to give you any change.”

All this time the kids and I were working hard, staying busy. She didn’t do anything the whole time except complain and fret and take.

I awoke and we prayed about it.

Felt like the woman represented the Baby Boomer generation. I knew in the dream that she had lost financial savings, stocks, insurance… that type of thing. Many financial “gods” that had been depended on. But that there was enough left to live on simply… although that may also be taken. It seemed like more would be taken from her. But that she was unrepentant and greedy and unwilling to change.

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April 17 – Gabe: Again, in the evening I was praying and saw the following:

I saw an elephant walking toward me at a distance. It was perfect in form and training. As it came closer I expected to see a beautifully attired elephant driver, or some wealthy / great person at ease, riding this magnificent animal. What I saw instead was a single, small monkey.

I have thought many times that the anti-Christ would be a Republican and would sit in the place of power that the US Presidency affords… although not elected as such. It seemed that the point was that this man is just now becoming, “visible.”

As I described the vision in my own mind, I though, “I see an elephant with a monkey on its back.” which seemed ironic and poignant at the same time.

Somehow this vision is the “answer” to the previous two.

I dreamed this about a week ago. Gabe and I had been praying and talking and sort of “confessing” to each other how stressed we were to not know what God is doing… not being able to plan for His next move.

In rapid succession He provided an impressive variety of farm animals… but no way to keep them yet. No barn, food, fences… Granted, we had prayed and asked for these critters… but we expected God would provide the means to keep them first. Also, granted… the animals haven’t actually arrived yet, and won’t until late April. But still, we were both feeling the stress over not being ready for them.

So we went to sleep and both had dreams that taught the same message. Gabe recorded his and may eventually load it here. It was more along the lines of martial arts and a interaction between two martial arts students, etc… while mine was in the context of dancing.

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I dreamed that I was in a classroom, waiting and impatient to be taught something. There were many others in the class. The podium was empty and I wondered where the instructor had gone. Then a girl about 13 years of age got up and went to the podium. A man next to me stood up to object. She laughed and said that she just wanted to recite something she’d memorized until the instructor returned. Everyone seemed okay with that and she started reciting a long passage/book from the Winnie the Pooh series.

I didn’t mind this but it was not what I had come for and so I got up to leave, regretful that the teacher was not there.

As I turned to go down the isle, I heard a man’s voice say; “Wait. Dance with me.”

I turned around to see a Jewish man with a beard, dressed in black. He stood in front of the crowd, but below the podium-platform. He was addressing me. I looked at him curiously and wondered if he were the instructor. He certainly seemed authoritative.

He held out his hand toward me in an insistent manner, but with a smile on his face and said again, “Come, dance with me.”

Something in his manner convinced me that he was the teacher, and that he was now about to teach something, and was asking me to come and learn it from him. So I turned and walked toward him.

“But, I don’t know this dance…” I said as I hesitantly moved nearer.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said “just follow me and be creative. Be aware of what I am doing, and dance in response.”

(I’m not sure those were the exact words in the right order, but it was definitely the idea he conveyed.)

He held out his hand in a rhythmic “snap” in my direction and began to sing a song that was both Jewish and also Hispanic in sound and rhythm. I wondered briefly if He were South American.

“Dance with me! Dance with me! Dance with me! Mia Corazon!”

When I placed my hand in his hand, he turned his back and laid his open hand palm up (with mine) on his right shoulder as if to lead me and stepped forward in time, while singing. I tried to step with him, and was very focused on what he was doing. When he sang the part “mia corazon” (my heart) he swung around in a way that sort of gave me “space” to move away from him, and I did. I did a yemenite step to the left, and then to the right, still holding on to his hand.

The song and the dance was an illustration (even in the dream I knew this)  of the man inviting the woman to dance, but not compelling or demanding any certain action. The woman’s response was to be agreeable, but unsure, feeling out where he was standing and what he was doing… keeping hold, but never pushing, always keeping a little tension on that hold so as to feel where he might move next. But the woman (me) was also trying to be beautiful in movement and response… dancing for him as well as with him.

He turned to lead again, to “pursuade” her to dance, and then turned again to give her space to respond.

This was the chorus part, with the same words, but different musically. He sang sort of exultantly, as if in gratification that I was doing the right thing, rather than invitingly, as if I hadn’t figured it out yet.

He let go of my hand to clap and tap his foot for me as I spun away in three circles, and then danced back toward him in a zigzag fashion, one hand out toward him, and the other raised over my head. He took my hand and danced to the right, in front of me. I “felt” the communication of his song and movements and danced to the left, coming almost into a direct line with him, but facing opposite direction. Then we switched and he danced left of me, while I danced right. It seemed sort of like a perfect syncronicity, as though I had figured out how to dance “with” him. Then the whole thing started over.

I felt the open possibility to become more creative. To get “better” at the dance. I also felt his great enjoyment that I was not being frustrated or fearful about  “not knowing the dance” but that I was trying hard to respond beautifully, with enjoyment.

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I awoke knowing exactly what I had been shown. Gabe told me his dream and we were laughing with gratitude and amazement at being “in the same class.” I think we also both felt a little chagrined at having been so awkward and miserable in our dance before… at being confused by God rather than just enjoying His leading… trusting Him to keep dancing and leading us.

It sounds so easy, having written it out. LOL. I am really laughing at myself even as I write this. It is not easy for me. I SO want to know what God is going to do next. I want to plan my dance steps. I want to anticipate them and get them all right. What a dork I am. AHHH! I need to focus on Him and just dance.

Last night I dreamed I was a person of some influence and sway in the religious community. Young, single, and female. There was a national call to join the US military. It was spoken of as the patriotic thing to do. Churches were also pushing this movement and encouraging their young people to serve God and country. I had decided to “lead” the Christian youth of America by my example and join.

There was a hesitation and question among the fundamentalists. The military was now giving a tattoo on the upper right arm, near the shoulder that was a symbol of loyalty and meant that you had sworn to obey and protect the United States (whatever that is.) The tattoo seemed like a visual mark of another “oath” or mark that you had taken. (I think it was secondary to the ID chip, but that was not addressed in the dream…) I knew that the tattoo was the issue that the fundamental Christian groups had taken exception to and were debating. They were arguing amongst themselves about whether or not it was the “Mark of the Beast.” The most common belief was that it was not, because it was on the shoulder, not the forehead or the arm. Also, they all believed that Christians would all be raptured before that biblical “mark” was issued… so this couldn’t be it.

However, there was that oath of fealty and obedience that you had swear to the mark. There was also that fact that life as a free citizen was beginning to revolve more and more around who had taken the oath (with evidence, but not necessarily a tattoo).

So. I was invited to speak to a group of highschool and college age Christian young people and to publicly tell them that I was joining the military and why I felt like it was the Christian thing to do. The pastor was very excited about it and told me that I was a true inspiration and that this would help calm the fears of a lot of young people.

However, the Spirit of God began to warn me that I was wrong. I didn’t know what to think. Everyone that I knew and respected told me that I was on the right track. But I felt a gathering doom and dread and began to pray desperately.

A rather odd, bearded young man had rented an old room in the back of the old church building on the other side of the church property. I heard that he was a little “wacky” but that he spent all his time studying the Bible. They said he was nuts. But I ran into this man and asked him what he thought about the “mark” and what was happening world wide.

The man seemed like Gabe to me in the dream… or similar in spirit. Much younger and less mature. He talked rapidly for several hours and told me all that he had found in Scripture. I wondered why he had not told the pastor what he thought… or the young people there. He said he had no audience to speak with them… they would not hear him. They thought he was crazy.

I prayed more and thought a lot. Finally it was time to give my “testimony.” In the dream I felt awkward and hesitant…. like I didn’t want to “speak” and felt like it wasn’t appropriate. But I also felt like God was saying “say the truth” and implied: “and be willing to die.”

The pastor gave a warm and excited opening. He was so “thrilled” for the young people to have this opportunity to hear from a real “warrior of faith.”

I felt worse and worse but knew what I had to do.

I said; “The mark/oath is now a necessary… meaning you have to show it…  in order to pick up your child from the dentist or _____.” (I can’t remember what else was here.) “It is mandatory in order to get a driver’s license in every state but one. You can not join the military and fight for “God and country” without taking this oath. In most of the largest, most popular shopping businesses, you cannot make a purchase without this mark. You certainly cannot start a business without it.”

I have prayed and thought long and hard about this decision on taking the oath and the tattoo in order to do what everyone believes is right. This is what God has shown me:”

(At this point the pastor looked relieved… he was beginning to get worried but now he seemed to think I was going to shatter everyone’s fears.)

I continued by reading aloud:

“In Lev 19:28 Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I [am] the LORD…. This was spoken to the priests… instructing them that in order to be sanctified and set apart to God, they could not make any marks upon themselves.”

Then I turned to a passage that I remember as being the “connecting thought” between the verse above and the last verses which are in Revelation. However, upon waking, I could not remember what I had read. ( The verses below (in Mark) communicate what I “felt” and wanted to say: that the mark is about allegiance. It is about “belonging.” And God is jealous of His “image.” )

Mar 12:14 And when they were come, they say unto him, Master, we know that thou art true, and carest for no man: for thou regardest not the person of men, but teachest the way of God in truth: Is it lawful to give tribute to Caesar, or not? Shall we give, or shall we not give?

But he, knowing their hypocrisy, said unto them, Why tempt ye me? bring me a penny, that I may see [it].

And they brought [it].

And he saith unto them, Whose [is] this image and superscription?

And they said unto him, Caesar’s.

And Jesus answering said unto them, Render to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s, and to God the things that are God’s. And they marvelled at him.”

Then I remember reading the verses in Revelation that mention the “mark.” Maybe these:

Rev 13:17 And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

Rev 14:11 And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name.

Then I looked up and said; “This is why I believe it is wrong for me to take this oath and this mark and why, before God, I cannot do it… not because it is “the Mark of the Beast…” maybe it is… but because I belong to God, and I cannot make a mark upon myself or take an oath that indicates that I belong to anyone or anything else.”

Then I walked out of the building, across the parking lot and past the room where the guy was staying who had told me all the stuff he had found in the Bible. There was a girl trotting beside me asking me what I was going to do and why. She was nervous and afraid. I told her that I had to leave now. That it was not safe for me to be “here” anymore.

As I passed the room I called out “I am leaving now… I am going… will you come with me?” I called out three times as I continued to climb a hill that led “away.” At the third call, the guy came out of the room and he had backpacks and gear. He was already ready and now handed me a pack and led the way over the hill. We left everything that we knew.

The dream continued in more familiar scenes that didn’t have much of a story line and I awoke now and then throughout the rest of the dream… I felt like the “real” part of the dream was the first part which I have written above.

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So, we prayed about this dream. A lot of the stuff in it are things I already think/know… so, could be a projection of my own thoughts. However, the interesting part to me was the tattoo on the upper right arm of servicemen. This is something I have never thought or heard of. It was portrayed as “cool” and something to be proud of.  It seemed like a secondary, visual mark to the ID mark…  Gabe says the Roman empire put a tattoo or brand on the arm of it’s soldiers, and also required an oath to the Emperor. I did not know that before today. The rest may be my own thoughts, or not, but it was the setting so I included it.

Had a dream last night (which I won’t post) which seemed to convey a number of ideas specifically surrounding the symbol of the “owl.”

A large owl was identified as a hunter of live prey who hunts with the intent to tear and destroy.

The “owl” is attracted to, or easily finds, those who are “scarred and abused” and also without “covering.” These were the specific ideas conveyed.

One without covering can even with some creativity “cover oneself” in the hand of God if their given “covering” (father, husband, etc) is ineffective.

Gabe’s thoughts:
Upon praying, we felt like the definition was to help define part of an earlier dream titled “The End of Time.” Also felt like it is very important for believers to stay under “cover.” This means to stay close to God… as your covering. If you seek cover from anything else; insurance, savings, religion, careful preparations, etc… you are out in the open and fair game for the “owls.”

The owls in both dreams remind him of “low end” administrative type cops. The ones with the least real power, and the biggest attitudes.

Stay out of sight, out of mind. Don’t go where they are. When they come to you, stay in God’s hand, depend on Him and His covering.

Mel Gibson

I want to preface this with the fact that I never read tabloids, we don’t have a TV, and we rarely watch movies. However, last night we had a “date” and had watched a recent movie starred by Mel Gibson.

Afterward we were praying before bed. We prayed for a while, for friends, wisdom in our work, asking for protection in the days coming, etc… and toward the end I felt I should pray for Mel Gibson. I paused, thinking “uh… I don’t know him…” and then obeyed.

All I said was “God, I pray for Mel Gibson…” and then a very clear image came to mind of a large African Lion, with a mane, lying in the tall grass. I first saw the golden eyes, glowing through the grass; they seemed so close and real to me I was a bit unnerved at the sight. Then I saw that this beast had torn many prey, and fought in terrible battles.  But now he was crouched down as though hiding in the grass. The word that came to mind was “abashed.” And then I saw the mighty lion starve and whither away in that same position.

I prayed again (by the Spirit) “God, I pray that you would strengthen and lift Mel Gibson to fight again and to rend his prey. Lion, you were made to rend your prey… rise and fight again.”

And that was all. It was unusual… I don’t make a habit of praying for celebrities. But God knows this man and has need of him to fight again.

RA

This is a dream my 9 year old son had a couple nights ago.
“We were at Granddad and Granny’s house and it was Saturday evening in the summer time. And Granddad walked out of the room for some reason but Dad was sitting on the couch staring at the TV and it was the news. Some rocks fell out of the sky into the ocean and broke through the ground under the ocean and made huge waves that were destroying almost half of California. But before that the sun was very hot and it was evaporating lots of water from the ocean. It was going to make a very bad winter, worse than the winter in the Little House Book, “The Long Winter.” Or maybe it would rain in some places; like too much rain. They were showing pictures on the TV of California.

So we got in the car immediately and drove to our house and picked up just a few things like sleeping bags and water jugs. And Dad was driving like crazy far out into the forest. We drove past a mountain that I remembered seeing before. And we kept driving till it was dark and I couldn’t tell where we were going. We were going to a place where we’d be safe.

Last night I dreamed about a large scale evacuation process.
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Twice lately I have dreamed that we were “shopping” amongst illegals… I think at least in one case they were Mexican. I had the feeling that they lived and moved in different ways, outside the system. They were happy for our business (buying and trading for produce).
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About a month ago I had this dream:

I saw a very large and beautiful home set some place like rural Colorado. It was a “secret entrance” in the middle of nowhere for privacy sake.

In this dream Gabe and I were children, exploring the place together. We went into the house and found that it was vacant. No one lived there. Then we found a door that led down, underneath the house.
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I had two dreams in the last month about hover craft. The first one was nearly a month ago when I was quite ill and never recorded it. The last one was a few nights ago. Both of them seemed to warn about a hover craft that was a “seek out” type of technology that enabled the enemy to find people wherever they were hiding.
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A few nights ago I dreamed about a stretch of interstate that looked like I40 between Nashville and Jackson, TN. It was flowing with water.
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This was possibly the worst dream I’ve ever had.

I dreamed that I was asleep and then awoke to a regular day. Time passed and I saw events come to pass that are prophesied in Scripture. I was distressed to see people I love experiencing horrific distress. Sickness, famine, war, death… These are just words. How can I describe the way famine looks? The way pain-induced insanity rings in the ears? How violence upon loved ones breaks the mind? I was overwhelmed with grief because I had not warned the people enough to convince them to leave the cities and the coasts… grieved that they had not believed me. It was too much to bear.
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Police State

I don’t remember all the specifics of all the dreams I had last night about this subject. There were at least three. Now, you should know that I don’t have a television, radio, get the paper, or read internet news. I wish I had the time!

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My three year old daughter and I had the same dream the same night… almost… on the night of August 9.

Daughter: I dreamed about a big dragon in the stars. It was huge. It was pink and the stars were green. The dragon was asleep.

Me: I dreamed about a huge Chinese dragon in the stars. It was iridescent and writhing in anger. Something had awakened it to anger.

We prayed about these dreams but had no particular thoughts on the meaning.

I had this dream last night. It seems to be about a week or two after the first “strike” of a war on American soil. It takes place in a town I am not familiar with. The area looks a lot like eastern Oklahoma or western Arkansas. It is a small town. The weather looks like Autumn, or possibly late Summer. I am viewing and relating to another woman who seems a bit younger than me, and I don’t know anything about her.
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I haven’t recorded my dreams much lately due to having complications during the last months of my pregnancy. The baby was born safely, and I’d like to record a few of the more interesting dreams I’ve had in the last few months.
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I’ve been too busy to record any dreams the last few months but I did have a few.
# I dreamed about a city in the East US that had been captured by the enemy and electric fences were put up around it which minimized the amount of soldiers needed to guard the city. I saw a young family with 2 or 3 children plan and execute an escape. The man took the children to edge of the perimeters near the fence – outside the city. There were small mountains on the other side of the fence and in the distance.
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The night before last I dreamed about Mexico City and the situation the people were in after some major disaster destroyed America.
I saw a “neighborhood” that was so incredibly poor many of the houses were made of cardboard and shipping crates, discarded pieces of lumber and trash. It was hot and the ground was just dirt. The village was built around the sides of a bowl-shaped area. At the bottom of the bowl was a sewage pond/mudhole where the people dumped their buckets of excrement. Children were playing around the sewage pond.
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I found this in my sent email from 8-14-06, and realized that I hadn’t posted it on here:

“Gabe was praying last week and while he prayed I was asleep and dreamed that God said He would prepare a place for us like the “conies” and bring us to a place of safety. I did not know what “conies” were, but I saw a big stone mountain full of holes, and in front of the holes were funny little creatures standing on their back legs.

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I had this dream the night of January 23rd, 2007 – a few days ago. We traveled to Tennessee, and the dream occured there. I dreamed that Gabe and I had to visit “a church” for a specific purpose, and upon invitation. It was a symbolic place – not somewhere I’ve ever been. It looked like the most classic stone church building with a steeple, but there was nothing in sight but the little church building.

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About a week ago Joe (5 years old) said that he dreamed the following:

“Rysha came in and told me, “Joe, there is a star falling from the sky.” And there was a guy on the radio telling us about it. And you told us to pack everything up and put it in the car…

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Last night I dreamed about a hometown in middle America somewhere a few days after the war begins. This town had not been hit by nuclear bombs nor experienced any invasion. However, due to the destruction on both coasts (check the other dreams in “War and Apocalyptic” the town was in severe stress from the loss of communication, common conveniences, and lawlessness.
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I dreamed this early Friday morning, July 7th.

Gabe and I were standing outside our house in Gallup, looking East toward Albuquerque. I began with some pre-knowledge that things had been heating up politically, and felt that we had just had an election, or would have elections soon. The year was 2011.
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I had this dream over a month ago, but have been insanely busy…

In my dream I was with family in a Southwest American city, and thought it was Phoenix, but wasn’t sure.
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I dreamed about a city in the North-Eastern states. It was a mountainous area, covered with tall pines. The city was on the slope of a mountain. It had been attacked by ground troups and tanks of white, but foreign, soldiers.
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I dreamed this 6 days ago. I saw a large group of people inside a building like a mall (an “American” place, I thought) and we were all “good” people. Christians, I think. Families, kids, husbands and wives, leaders that spoke to us and we all listened. It felt like a family, although we were not related.

I felt a pending danger.
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I dreamed of war again. It was in an arid place, a city. Like maybe LA or Phoenix, I’m not sure. There were mountains in the distance. I dreamed old WWII planes were dropping jello like stuff that burst into flames when it hit the ground. It couldn’t be put out. I saw one man getting “splashed” with the stuff as a bomb fell. His whole body was in flames and the fire seemed to have a life of it’s own.
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In this dream we were sitting in my parent’s livingroom in Tennessee talking about “the West Coast situation.” My Dad said,
“I never thought I’d see the day when I’d think Communism is a good idea; but it sounds like it might be a good idea on the West Coast…” He said this with irony, implying, “those people deserve a Communist regime.”
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I had this dream a couple of years ago and never recorded it. I’m afraid I may have lost some details to time, but will do my best to recall everything.

I dreamed about a post-war time period in the USA. It seemed like almost everybody had died from a sudden and horrendous war, followed by pillaging and violence from mobs. I never saw “the surface” of earth.
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…A song began to play out the loud speakers, keeping us from talking to each other. It was a theme song of the government, something very emotionally uplifting and comforting. Something that inspired loyalty to the powers that be, and assured one that fear and anger should be directed at non-conformists, not the world’s authorities.
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I dreamed I was standing on a flat plain that stretched as far as I could see in every direction. The surface beneath my feet was glass. Lightening shot through it occasionally causing rainbows to appear through the mist that lightly covered it. In the distance I heard the sound of drums approaching. Thousands of drums of different kinds, beating different patterns, all the same strong beat.
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