I was walking towards a university located in the heart of what appeared to be a European or older American city. The sky was darkening, and there were many grey clouds. The buildings were three or maybe four stories tall with beautiful architectural detail. Surrounding the university were buildings constructed side-by-side like old row houses. I felt a sense of danger as I approached. I asked God for guidance, not knowing what to do or where to go.
Suddenly, I felt my right arm lifted like a Father would hold a child. I was guided several blocks away to the end of a street surrounded by nicely constructed row houses. There were shops on the lower level and apartments above. Looking to fill some time, I walked into a Persian rug store. Behind the counter was an Iranian-looking man. He noticed me but did not say anything. I walked around the store, looking at beautiful window fabrics and rugs. I looked through the window and looked several blocks back toward the university. I could see crowds dispersing, and I could see others frantically looking for something. I realized that a bomb had been planted nearby. I could see backhoes digging up the pavement and excavating for explosives. The sky became very dark.
The Iranian man came over to the window to look at the activities. I told him we needed cover because a bomb would go off. He stood there mesmerized. I stayed there with him, looking with intensifying anxiety because I knew the exact time for the detonation. Surprisingly, I expected a huge blast, but the explosion was less destructive. I could not even feel the blast. The center of the bomb created a white flash and sent beautiful streams of blue and red particles into the air. They began cascading down like a fountain. Again, I told the man to take cover, but he became utterly hypnotized. I hunched down into a corner to take cover. I could see the red and blue particles cascading through the roof of the building. They were not physically damaging the structure, but I knew they were dangerous.
I wondered what kind of bomb would create a small explosion yet send a cascade of potentially harmful particles into the air. I remembered a program on PBS about six months ago where they described what would happen if someone created a “dirty” bomb, essentially, a small package of high-powered plastic explosives packed with radioactive Plutonium. The bomb would likely kill those near the blast but could render several square miles of a city uninhabitable, depending on wind direction and velocity. People within this fallout zone would not immediately die but could become severely ill several years or decades later, such as cancer and birth defects. God held my hand in the dream and led me away from this place.
Isa 41:13 “For I am the LORD your God, who upholds your right hand, Who says to you, Do not fear, I will help you.”