I was in a large multi-story hotel in the Nevada desert near Las Vegas, looking out of a large window at the bleak landscape. Brown parched hills baking in the hot desert sun, formed by layers of sedimentary rock that had been pushed upward by great tectonic forces. Many other people were around me. So the room could have been a mezzanine or gathering place. Suddenly I saw a black pillar of smoke rising from just behind a nearby ridgeline. Like a raging wildfire, it grew very fast, coming toward the city, expanding into two or three pillars, and then a solid wall of firey smoke, black like burning oil. I was surprised by the intensity of the fire because there was no visible vegetation burning—only dry rock.

This was a funny dream, and I kept hearing a jingle singing repeatedly, “It’s a dry day.” The song sounded familiar, but I could not exactly remember where I had heard it. Like a television show, the dream moved quickly from one group of people to another. I pondered over the dream for several hours. At first, I thought it was about a day without drinking alcohol. But then I realized the Lord was saying: “It’s a dry spiritual day,” implying the world is in a season of spiritual apathy towards Him.

My spirit floated outside my body in the dream. I saw a futuristic cylinder that had a single eye staring at me. Encapsulating the cylinder was another made of translucent glass. The eye drew me towards the cylinder until I entered the round chamber and began circling it. Initially, I felt peace and comfort in the presence of the eye, as if we had spiritually connected as one. But then I realized the mechanical cylinder would eventually break. It was finite, and there was nothing eternal to sustain it. At that moment, my eye went dark, and a feeling of dread came over me at the thought of not having an everlasting presence to support me.

This was a terrifying, almost vision-like dream. There were two parts, each representing a different aspect of the same Myan spirit. The first was feminine. I saw what appeared to be a woman. She was tall, thin, and made clay. Two demonic figures stood at her side, one behind her left arm and the other behind her right. Her mouth was taped shut with an X, in a wide-open gaping position as if wanting to scream in terror, but nothing came out. She has been continually sexually exploited and physically abused.

I was in a city in China, eating at a restaurant. I sensed in my spirit that we were in danger of being flooded out by the Three Gorges Dam. I exited the restaurant quickly and ran to a parked van down the street. There was a small mob of young men that had gathered in the area. I ran around them and drove off, but I wanted to see the dam, so I headed toward it.

I was riding north along a highway on what appeared to be a motorized bicycle. The terrain was hilly, and the road covered about an inch of snow and ice. I rode very slowly and carefully so as not to slide out. All around were medium-sized conifer trees that looked like Black Spruce.

I entered a large meeting hall where about one thousand men and women gathered to discuss global issues. These were the world's elite and were planning all its affairs; political, economic, etc. I wandered back into the foyer, where information boards had been set up. Next to one panel, on the floor, and propped up against a wall were two large picture books about 3 feet by 2 feet. The first book was titled World War III, about 3 to 4 inches thick.

I was sitting on a large fallen log by a wide rain-swollen river. The waters were swift, but there were no rapids. The sky was overcast as if about to rain, and the landscape was wooded with deciduous trees and lush green vegetation. A small group of people stood in front of me nearer the river. They were talking with each other, but I was not paying attention to what they were saying.

I was sent on an assignment to Bauer, Germany. I had never been there, so I was unsure of how to get there and did not know what to expect. The assignment had something to do with locating the kingdom of the anti-Christ, but there were no specific instructions. I headed to the airport, stopped, and asked a tall German man for directions. He was wearing a dark grey police uniform with a white hat and was very tall and handsome. He politely guided me in the right direction. I proceeded to find my departure terminal but became confused and distracted along the way. My plane was supposed to depart at 3:70 pm. So, I continued searching but eventually awoke from the dream.