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.
We went down. There was a floor that looked like a huge office… it was round-ish… like pentagon or octagon shaped. There were lots of offices there. People that ran our country worked there. They were all leaving in great haste. We saw stairs and went down again.
Another floor of the same thing… important people who made big decisions which influenced the whole country had worked there, but were now leaving in haste. There were tunnels that led from these floors, straight out under the mountain for miles and these were the exit places of people that worked there. They didn’t necessarily all seem to know each other. They weren’t all of equal importance either.
We went down another floor. And another. And another. I began to realize that this place had too many levels to even guess. It just kept going deeper. Yet, on every level, people were fleeing… leaving in haste.
I heard big planes fly over outside and “felt” great trouble coming very quickly. I knew that the people in this building had orchestrated the trouble. They had designed it, planned it, and were bringing it on. And at the last minute they were escaping to places of “safety” that they had arranged for themselves.
But the main point to the dream was the fact that these people of power were escaping to their own ruin and destruction. I knew that the net they had laid would destroy them. They were running out to their own doom.
Here and there I saw a sweating, nervous peon working desperately, trying to get his work done so he could flee as well. The most powerful were leaving or had left with confidence and quiet disregard for the sounds of trouble outside. But they left to their own death.
I awoke
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We prayed about this dream and felt like it means that people of power know what is going to happen… are complicit in the plans and think they are going to escape. We may see them leaving their places to find safety early. They won’t necessarily be in politics… maybe just “in money.” They will not escape the net they have laid.
Did you feel like the ‘peon’ was safer for completing his work? Did the fact that he was attempting to finish his job (coincidentally) cause him to miss the destruction?
I had a similar dream maybe a year ago… I need to record my dreams more regularly.
I was standing in a parking lot with a large-ish crowd of people (over 1000?) that was divided into two groups… regular folks on the side of the parking lot away from the street and cops, city council, mayor, national guard, etc on the side of the parking lot near the street. There was a distinct division between the two groups which the police were maintaining. The division seemed natural although I knew in the dream that it was feigned: the "higher ups" or people with governmental power were waiting for cars to pick them up… and not the regular people.
The next thing that happened was that there were war planes / helicopters in the sky a la "Red Dawn" and the government folks just sort of looked restive, but confident.
I yelled at one of the cops to do something… to shoot or something (it would have been a futile gesture, but it would have been natural… and what the government folks were doing was not a natural response to the situation). So, one of the cops started shooting his gun in sort of random directions. Definitely not at the aircraft… I was thinking, "What is going on here?"
Then cars began to pull up and all the government folks eagerly loaded in and left. At that moment I realized that they had sold everyone out… but I was given a "piece of knowledge" at that point in the dream… knowing that they were going to their own destruction.
Then an athletic woman dressed in fatigues, but with no military insignia appeared to the south of the crowd that remained and yelled, "Follow me, I know where to go!" So we all began to follow her quickly out of the parking lot.
She led us into a building adjacent to the parking lot and down so stairs and a number of halls. At fist I thought she was going to lead us through the building and out into a safe place, but it became obvious that she was leading us into the basement or a "lower place" in the building… and my thought was, "This is insane. This building is going to get hit by one bomb and we’re all going to die. This is going to be the easiest victory ever."
So I stopped following and stepped into some shadows near a doorway and waited for the crowd to completely pass so that I could go back out. After the crowd passed, a number of heavily armed soldiers also passed and my thought was, "This is a total setup. Its a kill box."
I woke at this point… or the dream ended anyway, but my last thought was that the war was so well engineered that those that did escape would not be looked for. They would be of no concern.
@ ridgerunner:
No, it didn’t seem like there was much safety anywhere… like death was coming to everyone involved. :-/
RA