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.”

In my mind’s eye (in the dream) I saw the cities of the West Coast. Thousands upon thousands of people were in the streets protesting, rioting, looting, screaming, and committing acts of violence against a segment of the population. There were demonstration signs and posters bobbing in the crowds that said things like, “WE CHOOSE COMMUNISM” and “COMMUNISM FOR CALIFORNIA” and “COMMUNISM=COMPASSION.”

The crowd was composed of homosexuals, pro-abortionists, poor minority groups, and a Hollywood influence (leading?) in the mix. Those being beaten and pressed upon were conservatives and Christians mainly. Their homes were being looted and their families in mortal danger.

My vision zoomed out and I saw the entire country. Like tiny grains of wheat, I saw decent people trickling out of California. They were escaping – no, being pressed out – by the mess going on inside. The longer they waited, holding onto their “wealth” the less likely their chance of escape became.

From all over the country, thousands – even millions – of Godless people were pouring like a flood toward the West Coast to join the demonstrations. As the Christians trickled out, they were replaced by multitudes of screaming, God-hating chaff.

“Like sheep to a slaughter” came to my mind. And I felt a pending doom for the multitude gathering on the West Coast. Communism was the least of their worries, but they did not know it.

I did not see in what form the judgement came, but I felt sure it was near. It seemed I could almost smell spilled blood – lots of it. I marvelled at the hand of God.

I awoke and prayed;

“Truly He has raised up the wicked for the day of wrath. He need not destroy them; they are rushing out to destroy themselves. They gather themselves together like a feast for buzzards, pouring out their filth and foul odor to call forth the scavengers of earth to come and feast upon them. They hold back no evil deed, and proudly flaunt their hatred of God. Surely He will let them go to the end they have chosen. He will not shield them in the day of their calamity. The earth will be purged of much violence. Their blood will stain the ground they have defiled. Deceit and purgery will die with them, and their smoke will rise to the heavens.

Worthy is the Lord of all glory and honor, for He will do justice in the land. He has not forgotten the blood of many who were slain, killed for the pride of the mother. He will render evil to whom it is mete. He will pour out his wrath upon the nation. The voice of them that hate God will go down in silence; they will never speak again. His glory is shown in the heavens, his righteousness is born across the seas. He will call out his own and deliver those who hear his voice. He will bring them to a high haven, to a safe place of refuge. Look for his coming, oh saints. Be glad for the day of the Lord. He is mighty in battle! His kingdom is righteousness. Look for the Lord, seek his face. Call upon him in the darkest hour, for he giveth light. He is a shield and high tower to those who call upon him. Call upon his name. “

Edit made on May 20, 2009: The line that reads, “Like tiny grains of wheat, I saw decent people trickling out of California.” used to say, “Like tiny grains of wheat, I saw decent people trickling out of California, into the mid-west.” When I wrote the dream I did not see these people going to the mid-west, but actually the typical western states that Californians have for years “escaped to.” Read, southern Colorado, northern Arizona, northern New Mexico, Montana, etc. I always thought this area is what people called the “mid-west.” ;P

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