I was gathered with a group of people standing on the westward side of a giant pyramid. We were not touching its surface but seemed to float above it. There was an opening in the pyramid, and I could gaze to the other side. I saw the landscape of our nation; everything was black, and there was no moon or stars in the sky. As I peered through, I saw hundreds of territorial spirits covering the earth, riding in the air on horses with spears and swords at their sides.

I stood inside a modern glass building in downtown Washington, D.C. The area was large with high ceilings; exposed concrete columns supported the roof above. Outside was completely dark with no visible moon or stars. Several others were in the building, but I did not recognize them. I peered into the sky and noticed a faint outline of a blood moon had appeared, like an eclipse. It was large and filled the sky like an October harvest moon. Its light was brilliant as the sun yet dim at the same time, casting no light over the city.

I was in bed sleeping when I looked across the room, and through what appeared to be a veil or curtain, I could see a giant lion with a smaller one next to it. Everything around us was dark, and there was no light anywhere. I feared the lions would come over to maul me, so I covered myself with a blanket. But the lions ignored me and walked off. As they left, the miniature lion looked at me and transformed itself into what appeared to be a sinister/trickster-type creature, almost like the Tasmanian devil cartoon character. It smiled at me and strode away.

I was in a light dream state when I heard or felt things were happening in the spiritual realm. I pressed in to see and listen to what was happening and saw a vision of hundreds of Hebrew letters scrolling in front of me. They were written in black ink and set against a parchment background like a scroll or book. They flashed too quickly, and I could not read them, so in my spirit, I asked they be slowed down. I took my finger and wrote on the floor with my request. As I moved my fingers, the letters carved an inscription. Then everything slowed down.

I was traveling in the ocean along the coastline of the United States. I was both above and below the water at the same time. The water was calm, and the coastline was beautifully covered with lush evergreen forests. I then saw a whirlpool of light swirling and rising from the ocean floor to the water's surface. As I approached the light, I felt somewhat fearful. The Spirit of the Lord encouraged me to come close, and without fear, I could penetrate and gaze into the light. The light was bright white and stunningly beautiful but also very evil. I knew the light was Satan himself, his very presence. Then the voice of the Lord spoke to me and said: “Many had come near this light before and were destroyed, but I have given you the authority to approach this light without any harm coming to you.”

I stood in a house looking out the back patio door and saw a large dry valley in the partially moonlit night. I remember thinking it had rained recently, but the ground was dry and hard like concrete when I stepped out into the backyard. A few clumps of grass were growing here and there out of the clay hardpan, but otherwise, everything else looked barren and scorched.

I was in an empty classroom debating the merits of Christianity versus Islam with a college professor. He was a well-dressed man in his early forties, wearing tan dress pants and a white striped button shirt. He was quite knowledgeable and articulate. I let him speak for some time, and when he finished, I said: “But Christianity has one thing that Islam does not offer. The bodily resurrection.” The professor looked stunned, and I saw him pondering how to refute the statement. But he had nothing to say. I prayed my words would cause him to read the Bible and find his Savior.

I was looking down on what appeared to be a traditional Roman Catholic church and could hear a beautiful oratory of voices coming from inside. My heart was drawn towards it, and as I came down to listen, I saw a young worship leader standing on a stage with a peculiar-looking instrument. It was washed out grey and looked like a cross between an ancient stringed lute and a modern electric guitar. He began singing a contemporary worship song I had never heard before. I could feel the overwhelming presence of the Holy Spirit and began worshiping with him. I sensed that God was pleased with His people and was not dissuaded by their denominational affiliation.

I was in a classroom with about a dozen young adults late teens to mid-twenties, sharing the gospel of salvation and telling them about Jesus and His Kingdom. They all seemed uninterested, and when I pressed them about wanting a Savior, one young overweight man angrily stood up shouting, “You are trying to make Jesus my King.” I looked at him with compassion saying, “Don’t you want a Savior?” He and the others in the classroom wanted nothing to do with Jesus, so he stormed out.

I was invited to teach at a church. It was not a traditional building, more like an expansive home fellowship. Walking around wearing my prayer shawl and kippah, I saw groups assembling in different rooms, praying and worshiping, each room singing a different song. Some of the rooms were large, and others smaller and more intimate. I knew I was supposed to teach at some point and was anxious to begin.

I was driving on a broad highway, heading westward toward San Francisco. Piled up on both sides was debris from destroyed homes and industries. Even the bridges that crossed the road were covered with debris. The road began to narrow as the waste increased, eventually leaving just one lane. At the end of the road, I came to where they were shedding the garbage to haul it away and possibly recycle it. I then found myself standing with a small group of church members, loading documents and other objects onto a conveyor belt to be shredded. The pastor and associate pastor of the church and a few leaders looked at the useless things with sadness, pining over their loss. I stood beside them, comforting them in their time of loss.

My wife and I lived in what appeared to be a Colonial part of the country in a 1970s-era house. It was a single-story rambler, and the interior was outdated. We wanted to remodel and considered selling and building a new one.

I was sitting in the back of a church sanctuary. In front was a wide stage, and behind me was a wall of glass windows that looked out onto a lush and forested landscape. The shallow room appeared to seat around four to five hundred people. The décor was beige and dated. The pews were nearly all empty, except for a few people praying on their faces near the left side of the stage.

I awoke in the morning and, for a moment, saw a vision of a pure white lamb. It was young, maybe a year old, and had pure white fleece; it was brighter than fresh snow when the morning sun first illuminated it.

What does true divine unity look like within the church? That was the question I was teaching (in my dream) to a small group of people when I immediately heard the answer in my spirit. As I listened to the voice of the Lord, I shared this parable: Imagine yourself stranded in the middle of an arid desert with no water in sight. You would find yourself dehydrated and near death. This is the present condition of the church. Then the Lord would pour out His rain droplets to quench the land. This is what divine unity looks like to Him, for it unleashes His commanded blessing.

I was in a room with a small number of people. The Lord asked us questions, looking to see who could answer correctly. No one could answer. I thought deeply about the questions. At first, they seemed very confusing, like riddles. For example, several questions were: “What is a double hitter, or what is a front door greeter?” Suddenly, I began to understand the questions. They were about how pastors conduct their Sunday morning services.

I was in a bedroom with two other women standing there. One I recognized as a work-related acquaintance. They tried to interest me in getting a gift for my wife, showing me a catalog where I saw a pair of lovely slippers. She also wanted to get me to take an interest in lingerie for my wife, but nothing about that interested me.

Our country was in danger, and the Lord was leading me to climb a mountain of safety. A few others were following but seemed skeptical. I surveyed the steep terrain to my left, looking for a place to scramble up the black, chiseled, and weathered volcanic rock resembling Biotite Mica, also called Black Mica or Iron Mica.

I looked into a room through a wide glass window, like something you might see at a police station for a lineup; a one-way mirror where I could see in, but they could not see out. Along the far wall were young women engaged in prostitution and sexually immoral behavior. Their appearance looked disgusting to me. Then one of the women was standing beside me. She tried to entice me into her behavior, but I was repulsed in my spirit. I began to feel compassion for her condition, held her by the wrist, and spoke about the redeeming power of Jesus. She was listening and beginning to receive the words I was giving her.

I was standing in what appeared to be a county fairground. In front of me was a long wooden building with wooden barn doors where they held farm animals. There were Christian men and women inside, and those of the enemy, tares as we know them in the Bible. The Christians conversed closely with the enemy, standing in small groups and courting them into a dangerous relationship. I rapidly tossed hand grenades into the building, guiding them toward where the enemy stood. The Christians close to the enemy were being blown up with them.

I saw a young brown-haired and brown-eyed woman committing sexual acts with a man. I then saw the face of a different middle eastern man mocking her verbally in Arabic and English and mocking her in writing, saying that he held complete control of the woman and had bound her into sexual slavery. The woman was also in a relationship with a ministerial friend who was unaware of her condition.

I walked into what appeared to be an art gallery that was part of an art school and a larger artist community. I was admiring the unique pieces of modern-looking paintings and sculptures. I moved through several rooms into a large mezzanine. At the far end of this long space was a younger man sitting at an artist work station. He had darker hair and eyes and a muscular, stocky build. There were several jewelry pieces on his face and ears, and he may have had several tattoos on his arms. He looked rough in appearance, but his heart was loving and tender. I felt a brotherly love towards him. He was a Christian, and the Lord had sent him to this place to reach the lost.

I was walking through a wooded area somewhere in Virginia. It was winter, and all the trees were grey and barren. Suddenly, I noticed bright patches of pink flowers in the forest. I looked closely at these clusters of pink flowering cherry blossoms and several other flower types. I wondered how these trees could be flowering in the middle of winter. Something was wrong. It felt like it was tied to global warming or an environmental issue. Our natural world was off, and trees showed the effect of a world in deterioration. The trees may have also been showing a prophetic picture of life coming out of the dead, pockets of God’s people blooming amid a dead and barren landscape.

I don’t remember the details of this dream, except the Lord calling me to gather His people to worship. I remember feeling His peace and anointing.

I was looking down across the southeastern United States, focusing on the State of Mississippi. I could see what appeared to be a high school. I then saw hundreds of students all congregated together in an auditorium. They were wearing red and white uniforms. I began to bless them, and as I did so, I saw and felt the spirit of the Lord fall upon them. The Lord began to speak to me in my spirit about the coming revival and how it will come to the youth, particularly those of high school age.

I was flying to Israel. I noticed a small group of young men and women on the plane. One man was in a wheelchair. I asked this man where they were heading, and he said to David’s Tent in Jerusalem. I got excited and began to tell them about David’s Tent in Washington, D.C., which I was a part of. I awoke to feel the peace of the Lord.

I was with my wife when a Pastor I know from California approached me and began to speak of supernatural provision from the Lord. He then pointed to a small cardboard box about the size of a cigarette package set in place by an angel, propped against a building wall. I opened the box, and to my astonishment, it was packed with crisp $100 and $200 bills totaling $50,000. There was also an old torn one-dollar and a five-dollar bill in the box. Given their poor conditional and financial insignificance, I laughed at them, wondering why the Lord would include these along with all the others.

I was with a group of Christians that I was asked to lead into a time of encountering the Lord’s presence. We were standing in a courtyard area. There was a sanctuary building on one side and another opposite. The group had gathered at the center of the courtyard. I turned away for a moment to collect something, and when I looked back, the group had taken a few wooden rectangular boxes and was holding them collectively together off the ground in the form of a cross. I ran over to the group and broke the boxes apart, telling them not to make any image that would become to them an idol, not even the symbol of the cross. We were to encounter the Lord only and to have nothing stand between Him and us.

I looked down from the heavens over the Las Vegas Valley desert landscape. The sky and the earth were dim and nearly dark, as if a demonic covering was blocking the light. I could see the city lights below and feel the sin rising from the city into the heavens. I then saw the Spirit of the Lord descend upon the whole valley, and all its dwellings were covered in a blue luminescent radiance. I could feel the love of God and His grace being poured out upon the land and its inhabitants.

I was given a pot of freshly cooked barley. It was done, and I was getting ready to pour the barley into another vessel for storage. When I poured it out, it was stiff in the form of the original pot. Its shape did not allow it to fit neatly into the storage vessel, so I broke it down. I broke the large clump into smaller pieces. I noticed these smaller pieces varied in size and shape, some evenly shaped like measuring cups and others irregular. I worked the barley, separating the individual grains until they filled the storage vessel uniformly. I had completed maybe ten percent of the sifting when I awoke from the dream.

I was riding my bike to meet up with a group of Christians. As I entered this stone building, I saw a sizeable group of men and women sitting at long rectangular tables to my left. They were talking, laughing, and having a great time of fellowship together. To my right, I saw Jesus walking quickly towards a small door that was along the back side of the building. He was wearing a long reddish-purple-colored robe and had a gold crown on his head and did not look at me or any other Christians.

I walked into a small congregation led by a Messianic pastor friend. A younger man with a beard was on the far-left side of the room, playing an electric guitar and leading worship. Next to him was another younger man playing a horned instrument. The music was powerful, and the twenty to thirty people in the room were all dancing. There was a row of chairs along the right wall. I sat down on one of the chairs and watched the people.

I was in several European countries, first the Netherlands and then Brussels near France. I spent some time in the region, staying in a house and visiting the cities. I met many people and eventually came upon a small group. I got my confidence to ask them two questions: “Have you accepted Jesus as your Lord and Savior, and if you died today, would you go to heaven?” An older woman in the group answered that she would go to hell. I asked the group if they wanted to be saved, and they agreed to pray the sinner’s prayer with me. The whole group accepted Christ. I also prayed they would be filled with the Holy Spirit. Their countenance lifted, and they walked away rejoicing.

I was preparing to go on a day hike with my family. I put on my hiking socks and shoes, and we drove away in our car. We headed south towards a national park and then turned onto a major interstate that was heading southwest. I recognized the number as Interstate 80. The highway was packed, four to five lanes across, with cars spaced awfully close together and moving very slowly, crawling along in an orderly progression.

In my spirit early one morning, I asked the Lord to allow me to descend into hell. I cannot fully explain why I wanted to go, except that I was in anguish over those who were there. I tried to save them. The Lord gave me permission and authority to enter. I blew the breath of the Holy Spirit out of my mouth, and a hole emerged in the earth. I blew a second and then a third time, and the hole penetrated hell. I saw my spirit leave my body and descend into the black hole. It was a long dark shaft, perfectly round.

I was driving with my wife on the road heading to Israel, specifically Jerusalem, when I came to a checkpoint restricting access for non-Jewish people. It was a peculiar-looking checkpoint comprised of Jewish Orthodox men that formed tunnels for each traffic lane. As I moved closer, I could see rows of seated young boys facing the inside of the tunnels. They wore black skull caps, white shirts, and black vests. I could see their long sidelocks (pe’ot) framing their snarling, angry faces. From a distance, the boys looked like shark teeth, and entering the tunnel stirred up emotions of anxiety and fear. I was worried that I did not have the proper “Jewish” identity information to pass the checkpoint, so I pulled out my Israeli passport, and we effortlessly passed through the checkpoint. On the other side, I immediately came to the Jerusalem Chords Bridge (which represents King David’s harp) situated at the westerly entrance to Jerusalem. I stared at the clean and perfectly cut Jerusalem stone under my feet and marveled at the beauty of the entire city.

I saw a highway through a desert in the middle east leading up toward Israel. An Arab man was fast driving a red fuel tanker truck towards the border. The man wanted to destroy the land. Two large machine gun turrets were at the border and on both sides of the highway. They were constructed of dark grey tubular steel in a space-frame configuration. The machine guns immediately turned towards the truck and fired rapidly, destroying the vehicle.

I awoke early in the morning, and a vision appeared to me of a Jewish man that I know. This man has a calling and a ministry for the Jewish people. He held out his hand and held a large book about three inches thick. On the cover was the word “Invasion.” At first, I wondered if its enemies would invade Israel, but then the Lord spoke to me and said: “I am about to invade my people, Israel, with my Holy Spirit. This invasion will come at the hands of men.”

I was teaching about God’s current dealings with the nation of Israel as it relates to His divine purpose to bring about their complete restoration. I spoke on two of many parts that are yet to come. The first part dealt with the Lord drawing His people back into believing in Him as God the Father. The second part dealt with the Lord drawing them back to His land, the land of Israel.

I saw a man stand up and heard his voice in the spirit say: “Three thousand Jews will be saved in a day, every day.”

I was inside a government building with many Jewish people. Suddenly, an Arab-looking man burst through the front door with a rifle. He began shooting. One older woman was shot four times in her upper left chest. She was still alive but bleeding, and several women were attending to her. I grabbed my machine gun and went after the gunman, but he had already fled the building. I went through the lobby, looking for others, but the building was vacant.

I awoke one morning, and the power of the Holy Spirit fell upon me. I heard in my spirit that a war involving the United States and Israel would break out in the Middle East in December. I then heard in the spirit that a great storm would come to this country for three months, from January to March, and that during this storm, the Lord would pour out His spirit upon the Church, and great signs and wonders would be seen amongst God’s people.

My wife and I were at a table eating a blueberry dessert. The dessert looked delicious but had no flavor. Sitting next to my wife on her right was a Christian woman. She was making comments to my wife about her being Jewish. I was telling my wife not to worry about the statements since we were blessed for being Jewish.

I was walking along a street in an old part of a city. The sky was covered with dark black clouds and an eerie orange glow where the sun was penetrating. There was a deteriorated concrete building in front of me, and I could see strands of steel protruding from a chiseled concrete arch on the second floor. I found myself inside the building, looking at Jewish books and artifacts on a table. The room was set up like a museum. The Lord told me that the artifacts represent a remnant of His people. I felt His grief and broke down into tears.

I was inside a Jewish house, which was more like a house of many Jewish families. I could see several men in a room to my right when a young woman approached me and invited me into their store. She was not overly beautiful but had a sweet personality and joyful disposition. She showed me objects on a table; some were tools, and others were cutting knives. I picked up several instruments, but they all seemed crooked. She showed me how they worked, and they seemed to make sense, although I was not clear why they were so distorted. The knives on the table had been dull, but she showed me how she had sharpened them. The blades looked to be of poor quality and had cheap plastic handles. I picked up one of them, which she had sharpened, but the knife appeared to have disintegrated into many sharp, metal splinters.

My wife and I walked into an American shopping mall, and I could see men wearing white and yellow coverings that looked like Jewish prayer shawls. My wife said they were Karate uniforms. Something, however, did not look quite right to me. As we walked further into the mall, I looked to my left and saw a row of Jewish men wearing blue and white prayer shawls. I thought they were praying but realized they were standing around a sales display when I approached them.

I walked with my wife and pushed a baby stroller. We accidentally walked into a reformed Jewish Temple downtown. We walked by a sanctuary room where I saw dozens of older Jewish men wearing blue and white prayer shawls. We then entered another room that appeared like a reception hall. It had tall ceilings, no windows, and poor lighting. The room felt dark and demonic. Strange objects were scattered around the room, and Paper Mache animal heads were on the walls.

I was walking and talking with a man. We were in what appeared to be a train museum. I told the man how the Lord had spoken to me about His healing of my marriage. As I told him the story, I felt an overwhelming sense of repentance and conviction that brought me to tears. When I awoke from the dream, I was covered with the anointing of the Holy Spirit. As I peered into the darkness, I saw the face of Jesus. He appeared to be in agony. I could see the hairs in His beard so clearly. I saw Him standing away from me, with no shirt and arms crossed. He held a posture of rejection, and I sensed in the spirit that He did not know me. I cried out for Him not to forsake me. I did this for a while, and then I saw what appeared to be a Jewish family sitting at their dining room table. There was a glowing radiance to the room and a sense of peace. In the spirit, God also told me how he had healed this family.

I heard a voice speaking to me about the Jewish people of Jerusalem. One man came to mind, a rabbi, although I cannot remember his name. I was sweeping through the narrow city streets like a wind blowing through the city. There was beautiful music coming from heaven. I went to the man’s grave and was overcome with grief, and I started to cry uncontrollably.

I was in a room with Jewish people, both men, and women. The men were preparing for a quire presentation. I sat in one of the seats and watched as they quickly arranged themselves in neat rows. They started singing. It sounded beautiful, but the words were complete nonsense. One man standing in front took off his black hat, closed his eyes, and sang a beautiful chorus. But again, it was about nothing. However, a woman sitting in the front row chimed in, substituting his empty lyrics with several profanities. Her attitude was hostile and sarcastic. The whole scene seemed funny, and I started laughing.

I was walking downtown in a city looking for a library. Another person was walking alongside me. I saw a small church and decided to step in. They did not even recognize me. There was no warmth in this place, even an atmosphere of hostility, so I left and walked to another church. Outside the building, the curb was painted red, prohibiting anyone from parking near the entrance. I crossed the red line anyway.

I was in a dark bar inside a city. All the walls were painted black. A few people were sitting here and there. At one point, I parked a Harley Davidson motorcycle. I walked outside and saw a tall man heading toward the bar. He had sandy blond hair and a long face with a mustache. He wore a sports jacket with a neckpiece resembling a priest's. Walking behind him was a Jewish man, possibly a rabbi. He was wearing a tallit and carrying a wooden jar that contained a Torah scroll. I blocked the tall man and said sternly: “You will not bring the scroll of God into this place!” He bent over slightly, and with his finger pointed toward my eyes; he gave me an evil stare, unlike anything I had ever seen. I felt a sense of fear but would not relent in my position. Then I awoke.

I walked into what appeared to be a classroom. Jewish men were standing around smiling and talking to each other. Some wore regular clothes, some wore suits, and some wore traditional orthodox clothing. As I walked around them, I could feel the overwhelming presence of God. I knew he was amongst his people even though they did not recognize him. I felt so happy that I spun around, feeling drunk by the holy spirit of God. One of the men came up to me and smiled.

I was with my sister, her husband, and their child in Jerusalem. They had moved back and were staying in an apartment building. The rooms were old and dark with no windows. We walked down a long hallway and then exited onto a covered veranda. As I looked out, I could see the temple mount in Jerusalem. It was still in ruins. The sun was shining, and I could hear thousands of angels singing as I looked up. To my right was a bridge that people were crossing over, most heading towards the mount. I walked across the bridge, and as I approached the temple, I felt the overwhelming presence of God come over me. I dropped to the ground powerless, and laid flat on my face. All my emotions poured through me, and I cried to the Lord: “Father, how long until you rebuild your temple?” Then I awoke.

The dream started with a story about what appeared to be a dragon or dinosaur. It was inside a restaurant, and I was given a large block of cheese. Next, I found the dragon following two women. A heavy song in the background described how the dragon would follow the women everywhere, intent on devouring them. The women were holding hands and appeared scared as they walked quickly ahead of the dragon. I saw different scenes appear, and in each one, the dragon was stalking the women. Next, I saw two men taking cover under a metal carport. They were kneeling in about two feet of water and looking up. The sky was dark, and the whole area appeared flooded. A helicopter was hovering directly overhead and was firing down on them. The men kept moving back as the shower of bullets slowly crept towards them, almost in a scanning pattern.

I considered the atrocities committed against my people. This made me despair because I realized how much shame and guilt we carry as God’s people. The world seems to hate us, yet we are God’s chosen ones. I fell on my knees, crying to God and begging him to remove our shame and guilt and restore the glory he had bestowed upon us at the beginning.

I was walking with Jesus. He was tall with dark hair and was wearing a traditional linen robe. A group of Pharisaic rabbis had approached Jesus. They condemned him for his teachings, periodically slapping him on the face. We walked to another group of older rabbis. They were also wearing traditional linen robes. Jesus spoke to them, and his words were that of the Father. His tone was compassionate but firm. While he was speaking, he knelt and began writing in the sand. He asked the men why they continued to reject God’s truth, and at one point, he said: “I even caused one of you to calculate all of the timelines in the scriptures so that you would have confirmation. Still, you have continued to reject my word.” There was an inflection of puzzlement in his voice.

I was standing in a circle of people, and I thought many, if not most, were Jewish. They were searching for their names, possibly referring to their chosen identity. I said to the group in a friendly tone, not as their leader but as an outspoken member: “I can tell you your Hebrew names if you like, and I can spell them for you also.” Several women gave me their English names, and in turn, I gave them their Hebrew names and spellings.

This dream came in three parts. I sat in a conference room with two women at a panel table in the first part. One woman wanted to discuss the veil over the Jewish people, and the other seemed apprehensive. I boldly and firmly told her she should not do so and that such a discussion would lead to an unending cycle of self-righteousness and, ultimately, no explanation. In the second part, I looked at the land around Jerusalem and observed how the land was being divided through U.S. diplomacy between the Jewish people and the Arab nations.

These were two dreams. At first, I was standing on a moonlit beach overlooking a calm ocean. Suddenly, what appeared to be a full moon, rotated 180 degrees. Next, I found myself looking at a picture hanging on a wall. In the center was a round plate that looked like a full moon. Suddenly, it rotated 180 degrees. I also remember fragments of war, possibly involving either Israel or the United States.

I was inside the lobby of what appeared to be a government office building. There was a group of men desiring to enter the building. I was suspicious of them, concerned they might blow up or otherwise harm the structure. I was looking for the police chief, so I could have their bags screened. After searching for a while and not finding him, I decided to inspect the people myself. I looked in their small bags and found lime green and red makeup, hair feathers, and other funny costumes. At one point, I saw red makeup smeared on one of the men’s faces. They seemed silly and harmless, so I let them enter the building.

This was a vision from God. I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit come upon me. It felt like the hand of God was resting on my body. I looked up to see a white hand. It was motioning for me to come up with him. I saw my hand reach up, and the white hand took mine. Next, I saw flashes of images, gears, and technical drawings of a building resembling a temple. There were several courtyards with steps leading from one to another. Low buildings surrounded the courts and were framed with columns. The surface patterns were very geometric and busy looking. At one point, I focused on a large building in the middle of a courtyard. Low buildings also surrounded this courtyard and were framed with columns. I stared at the image for a while, wondering why the images looked like renderings and not actual pictures.

I was a Tel Aviv, Israel bus driver. I began pulling into a newly constructed bus terminal but hesitated over concerns the station might be bombed. A man told me the area had become safe, so I entered. I pulled forward into a parking stall, then backed up to pick up another man who had just arrived. Suddenly the bus I was driving turned into our white minivan. I stepped out around the front and noticed a U.S.A. license plate, then around the back and noticed an ISRAEL plate. The man had arrived with his two kids in a red Toyota Highlander. He needed a ride to visit his family. He did not look Jewish.

I was at an airport terminal. It was dark outside. Many people sat on long rows of benches waiting to board their planes. A young woman wearing a pink jumpsuit was sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees and her head bent down to hide her face. She screamed hysterically with a piercing high-pitched voice, but no one came to help. I felt drawn to her, so I went over and lifted her. She immediately stopped screaming. As she looked up, I could see her face. It was almost repulsive. Her head was a long and mottled grey color. Her facial features were a peculiar blend between a bird and a woman. She had a long pointed nose and two flat bones protruding a short distance from her nostrils. There was a gentleness about her.

I was inside a concrete building, maybe eight or ten stories high. It had a solid appearance. The concrete had a typical grey appearance and had not been painted or covered anywhere in the building. Standing on the top floor looking out of a window, I could see the building surrounded by debris or rubble, possibly from construction or some other calamity. A tall, thin Jewish man was wandering around with a clean-cut beard. But there was also a tall, thin woman walking around.

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 saw a highway through a desert in the middle east leading up toward Israel. An Arab man was fast driving a red fuel tanker truck towards the border. The man wanted to destroy the land. Two large machine gun turrets were at the border and on both sides of the highway. They were constructed of dark grey tubular steel in a space-frame configuration. The machine guns immediately turned towards the truck and fired rapidly, destroying the vehicle.

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.

I was in a house with my wife. I did not recognize the rooms and was unclear whether the house belonged to us or was a temporary dwelling. I left the house and walked until I came to a sound. There was a clear area by the water surrounded by lush vegetation, and a group of young men was playing what appeared to be a soccer game. Several older men were coaching them. Across the sound were beautiful, barren mountains. Their ball landed in the water, and one of the players went in to retrieve it. He came out of the water with a ball of mud containing a gooey duck, a clam native to the Pacific Northwest. He handed it to one of the older men, and he began to extract the neck of the clam from the mud ball. Some of the mud splattered on my white polo shirt. I watched with interest for a short while and left the area.

I was standing with my wife atop a hill. To our left was an older government building. It had sloped roofs and was covered with brick, with architecture from the 1970s era. Suddenly the earth split open, cutting the hill in half. Along the seam, everything disintegrated and collapsed into the earth. I left quickly as the earth began to open, but my wife would not leave. I looked back, and she disappeared into the earth with the brick building.

I found myself and several other people standing at the bottom of the ocean on a smooth bed of dark grey, almost black sand. The water had disappeared. Suddenly, to the east, I saw a giant tsunami wave approaching. It stretched across the horizon as far as I could see. The power of the water had sucked up the blackish sand and had turned the wave into the same disturbing color. There was no escape, so I held my breath and prayed. The wave crashed down, and I could feel its weight upon me. Everything was now completely dark and tumultuous.

I was standing on a busy city street and saw my prophetic dreams written onto tall banners hanging from the side of a building. There were many banners, extending for several blocks and extending to a height of twenty or thirty feet. Many people were walking by, but not even one noticed the banners. I wanted the people to read them because I knew they contained important information, but they continued walking by, too distracted with their business. I looked at the bottom of one banner and noticed abbreviations that read like a legend. Each banner had multiple abbreviations, referencing a different aspect of the dream. In my spirit, I knew it was time to display these to the world because the end was near.

I was walking through a moonscape. The earth had been destroyed, and everything had turned red, the ground, rocks, and atmosphere. There was a hot wind blowing red dust everywhere. I sensed radioactive particles and realized that a nuclear war had likely destroyed much of it. I approached a rock cropping and saw a man holding a laptop computer. He could not access the website because it was down. He would not let go of his technology even though everything around him had become a complete desolation. He refused to cry out to God even in this most desperate condition.

I was looking down over the cities of the world, almost dancing over them. They were arranged like a “T” and resembled miniature models. As I scanned them, I saw a few cities lit up, but most were dark. At the center was a large rectangular building, lit up brightly and shaped like the temple mount in Jerusalem. To the right was complete darkness, and to the left, over Europe, were a few lit cities. I came down towards Italy, resting by an Italian man to my left and a French man to my right. I looked at the Italian man, hugged him, and told him how much I loved his people. He stared at me with a blank, hollow gaze. The French man did the same thing; they seemed indifferent to my interest in them and even uncomfortable with my presence.

I was swimming in a river, floating downstream through an area of shallow, slow-moving rapids, and then walking back upstream for a short distance to flow down again. I could see another man swimming down ahead of me. Suddenly the current became extraordinarily strong, and just as I was about to jump in, another man quickly pulled me from the river onto the shore. I could see the other man get swept downstream.

I was looking up at a wooded hillside. At the top was a building that was being constructed. It had an Asian architectural appearance, with rooftops that fanned opposite directions like the sails of a Chinese Junk ship. I climbed up the hill and walked into the building. There were several men there who were overseeing the construction. Much work was to be done, but they looked at each other and said: “We will have this building done in five weeks.”

I was walking on a dirt road outside a walled city in the Middle East. Many people were walking both ways along the route. A man came up to me wearing traditional Arab clothing and a Keffiyeh. He took my hand and said warmly, “Salem Aleichem,” which translates peace be to them. I then turned a started walking away from the City. I could see the body of a dead woman, prepared for burial, and placed along the side of the road awaiting someone to take her away. I then saw a man wearing a white robe. He was blinded by a bright light and had been chosen by God to fulfill a task that would lead him and others to the blessings of Abraham. His experience was like that of Paul when he became blinded by God.

I was in China, and a notable temple had been opened to the public for viewing. It only opened once a year, so thousands lined up for miles to see the temple. I decided to see it myself, but just an observer. I drove for part of the journey and then walked the rest. The road led through a gorge that followed a large river. It crossed in several places. I do not remember viewing the temple, but I wanted to take my wife and kids to see it the next day. We drove for part of the distance and then walked the rest. Again, we waited in line with thousands of people. I could see school children on tour from their classrooms with their teachers escorting them, wearing red coats and walking neatly two-by-two.

I was walking around what appeared to be an outdoor or indoor mezzanine connecting two or three large office buildings. Other people were walking around. I wasn’t sure exactly what floor I was on, but when I came to a set of stairs leading down, I could see the lower level was flooded. Someone warned me not to go down there. Then as I looked out over a balcony, I could see the whole area was flooded. I came to another staircase, and this time I could go down to the lower level. I could see water marks on the columns where they were once flooded. As I looked ahead, I could see the waters had receded and were now at about the same level as the floor I was standing on, still partially flooding one small area.

I was looking at a hillside covered with tropical vegetation. It looked like a scene from Vietnam or Cambodia. There were dugouts or bunkers on the hillside. I saw an Asian woman standing behind a gun turret firing at an enemy. She was defending a suspension bridge with three towers, and for an instant, I saw this bridge. I knew this enemy was from Germany. On the side of the turret, which I believe she had confiscated, was a plate of armor with a swastika. Then with utmost precision, several bullets came from behind and instantly killed the woman.

I was flying in a spy plane over China. I could see an enormous, sprawling city, maybe 10 to 20 million people. There was a large river cutting through the middle. I knew that the country had become divided. An insurgency had revolted against the government. The government detonated a small nuclear weapon in the city's eastern part to squash the rebellion. I watched the flash and pillar of light rise into the sky, an orange mushroom cloud spread into the upper atmosphere, and a fog of grey dust and smoke spread across the ground, consuming buildings and people in its path.

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.

My wife and I were heading toward our departure gate in an airport terminal, and I did not know where we were traveling. We turned down an aisle, but someone quickly turned us away towards another gate. I looked down, but we did not head in. I then turned around to see a scruffy, homeless-looking man stealing a bottle of whiskey from a concession stand. Not feeling right about what he did, I followed him to a strange contraption he had built. I watched him pour the whiskey into a flask that had an air hose connected to it. He either breathed or drank the alcohol through the flask, like a water bong. As he did so, the liquid or vapor seemed to give him a satisfying experience, suggesting he may have been thirsty.

I looked up at the sky and saw four dates inscribed into the clouds as if a finger were writing them. The dates were given using the Gregorian calendar. One of the dates appeared to be in December. However, I could not tell what day or year. I also could not see the other three dates. I knew these dates were essential for the church to be aware of. Then the Spirit of the Lord spoke to me at said, “These dates represent four significant biblical prophesies that will occur on the earth before my return.” I knew that one of the dates was the rapture of the church. Excitedly I ran and began proclaiming, “We’ve got it; we know the time of the rapture.” Of course, I knew no man could know the day or the hour, but I felt confident the Lord had revealed the season of His imminent return.

I was looking over a city in an apartment building. The sky was bright blue, with a few scattered clouds here and there. Below was a road that was undergoing construction. The men dug down into the earth, placing temporary retaining walls on both sides to hold back the earth. The men began to encounter groundwater, and then there appeared to be a torrent of water coming from the southerly direction. The men feverishly constructed coffer dams within the deep trench to hold back the water, trying to keep the channel from flooding. I could see the water lapping over the top of the cofferdam. As the waters rose, the men continued to build up the cofferdam.

I heard a voice from heaven and looked up. I could see the heavens open, and a woman I knew was reading from a book. She read: “Jesus is coming. Jesus is coming to the highway.” She repeated this several times.

The Lord was reading to me from a book He called the book of the Prophets II. I could see the pages and text before me as He read. The Lord has prepared an ark of refuge, a city for His people to escape the tribulation. This is not an earthly place, but the place we will go during the Rapture. He said that people must be ready and prepared to go and that all should enter the ark. But only those who have been deemed worthy will escape the tribulation.

I could see people, usually in pairs, surrounded by complete darkness. Suddenly, one person would metamorphose into brilliant white light and vanish. I then saw myself with my wife, and we were also surrounded by total darkness, and just like the others, I suddenly was transformed into brilliant white light and woke up to the most overwhelming presence of love I have ever felt.

I was with my son swimming in a river. Suddenly, the water turned into sewage, so we got out quickly. We climbed up a hill and saw a beautiful range of treed and snow-capped mountains to the north. Then the trees all died, and the snow melted quickly. Immediately afterward, the mountains themselves began to melt like wax. I stared in amazement.

I was driving in my car with a pastor friend, and we were discussing the return of the Lord. As I was driving, the Lord showed me the sequence of things to come. The kingdom of heaven first would descend towards the earth and rest in the atmosphere for a brief period, and then in an instant, we would be taken up from the earth to join those in the heavens.

My wife and I were moving about the land doing the Lord’s work. The earth was dark, and we jumped over many obstacles. Suddenly I looked up and saw a flash of white light from heaven. I knew in my spirit that the rapture was imminent and excited for it to come. Very soon afterward, we began to rise. The Lord was carrying us into the atmosphere. Looking back, I could see the United States and the whole earth were in complete darkness. There were points of light scattered around, and I knew they were Christians. I saw many points of light rise into the heavens.

I was looking out of my house in Chico towards the northeast. My daughter was in the kitchen cooking dinner for me. It was evening, and there was still light in the sky. I could see a prominent distant mountain with many smaller peaks and hills. Just below the mountain to the southeast was a steep talus slope. Suddenly I saw rocks starting to roll down the hill. The stones continued to fall, and what began as a small rock slide grew into an enormous avalanche. I was a gasp! I hoped there was no one in the area. Before I could even comprehend the event's magnitude, the entire mountain range slid to the northwest. I knew several small towns were in that direction, and I perceived that the shifting mountain range likely consumed them.

I was with my family, leading them on a journey that would take us to an intended destination. We were walking through the mountains on a narrow, windy trail. It was dark, and only the moon provided enough light for us to see where we were going. I could faintly see mountain slopes all around us that once had been covered with large trees. All that remained were stumps, yet a new harvest of young trees was rising from the stumps.

This vision came right after the first. I sensed in my spirit that the Lord was angry with the attack on my friend’s mother. I was still flying in the spirit and rising from the land quickly. I could see the city become very small below me. In front of me flashed roman structures, with a voice and written words that said: “No Roma.” In my spirit, I understood that God was saying He would destroy the Roman Empire under which we still live, the same authority held by the prince of this world: Satan.

I saw Satan climbing a large mountain resembling a giant rock. He looked like a large black, mechanical monster. I followed him to the top of the rock, where I saw another man standing. Satan’s shape changed into a spirit cloud of black dots. He came towards me to attack, and immediately I saw the spirit of God intercepting to block Satan’s approach. God’s Spirit looked like a cloud of white dots. I watched as Satan fiercely attacked God. It was a potent scene, like two giants clashing. I saw myself ripping apart a giant boom box and throwing the pieces over the mountain's edge. As I watched Satan continue to attack, I could feel God’s anger rising until I heard his voice say: “Enough.” I saw his hand sweeping outward before me, and Satan’s spirit collapsed into a tiny dot thrust down over the edge of the mountain.

I was looking across a city, staring at the broad expanse of the horizon. The sky was dark, and I could see lights scattered here and there. I was focusing on a place where everything seemed to converge, and suddenly I saw a brilliant white light form and expand across the horizon, expanding like a nuclear explosion. The light was pure white like, not yellow like the sun or like electricity that is blue, but pure white. I ran back to my house to find my family, knowing that the light would quickly spread over the whole region.

I was observing a group of men stripping the clothes off several women. The group seemed to be preparing to engage in casual sex. I saw another man wearing a yellow cap over his erect genitals, and I could see yellow liquid covering his lips and pouring out of his mouth. I warned the people that a storm was coming and they should leave the area, but they ignored me and continued their acts. I then looked at the horizon, which turned black with storm clouds so dark that no light shone through. It looked terrifying. I warned the group again, but they ignored me. I left the area quickly for fear of the storm.

I was walking along a road that followed the top bank of a winding creek channel. The low-flow area of the creek was relatively small, but the depth and width of the overall channel led me to believe that a more significant flood could sweep through the area. The banks were nicely manicured and gradually sloping, giving a peaceable appearance. At one point, I came to a house built into the channel, and it had stilts underneath to raise it slightly, but not enough to escape a more significant flood.

A man looked down at me and said: Go and look at some model homes. I replied: All right, and I will also check out their prices and financing options. I looked up and could see a beautiful house slightly tucked behind a green grassy hill. There was a stately oak tree at the top. I tried to find the homes but suddenly found myself looking down across an arid valley, almost desert-like.

An image of the Liberty Bell flashed before my eyes with the voice of Mac Powell singing: “Forgiveness is Your Name. The sounds of grace ring forgiveness.” I felt the peace of the Lord and sensed that the United States while struggling with many difficult issues, was still in a season of God’s grace that I pray will lead many to repentance and forgiveness because the only true freedom in this world is the forgiveness in find in Jesus.

I was driving in my car on a two-lane highway. It was dark outside. I approached a low area in the roadway and noticed it was flooded with about a foot of water. There was a commotion as people were trying to get away. Immediately to my right, I saw a wall of water, maybe ten feet high, rushing towards us. In a panic, I quickly turned the car around and barely escaped the flood. While the flood was not extensively deep, it was destructive and covered much of the land.

I looked up and saw dark saw storm clouds on the horizon. They were ominous, yet behind them was a luminescent red glow that looked spectacular and overwhelmingly beautiful. Suddenly, a white head of a man appeared in the clouds. He had curly hair and a round Greek-like appearance. He looked a bit like my father, but this man was sinister. Then, three white skulls appeared in the clouds and descended upon the United States, one after another. I felt the presence of death in these skulls.

My wife and I lived in a convenience store in the dream. Others were there with us, and we all had lost everything and were sleeping on the floor on air mattresses. The shelves seemed well stocked, but the power was out. It was dark outside, and I did not feel safe.

I was driving eastbound on a highway near a city in the central United States. Suddenly, a powerful storm swept into our area. In my spirit, it was like an F5 tornado. There was no warning, and I quickly took cover under a freeway bridge. There was debris flying everywhere. I warned people to take refuge and awoke with a sense of panic.

My wife and I were walking along the main street of a small city. Small shops lined both sides of the road, and many people walked around. Everything was peaceful. I then felt a sudden sense of panic come over the people. Looking behind me, I could see dozens of military vehicles being transported to an undisclosed location—tanks, cannons, and other heavy artillery pieces. I looked down at my cell phone and noticed dozens of messages calling up troops and military equipment. I then saw unusual aircraft flying overhead. Some looked like scooters that hovered in the air. All of the ground and aerial troops were heading to a specified location. They positioned themselves in a row, facing the same direction and looking up. I noticed the people on the street were also looking up in the same direction. But who was attacking us, I wondered?

My wife and I were walking in a wooded area when suddenly, a fierce storm came upon us. We began to flee the area, avoiding large trees that were falling over. When we left the wooded area, I realized we were near the California State Capitol, immediately east of the building. The strong winds were slowly destroying the Capitol dome, and I could see a row of large California Palm Trees along the west side of the building. The strong winds were also whipping them, stripping their branches, and knocking down many others.

I was in a small city center in the central United States. I sensed in my spirit that a storm was rapidly approaching from the west. Suddenly, I could see ominous-looking black clouds forming across the horizon. The sky turned black and quickly enveloped the small city. Nearby was a tall and secure-looking concrete building. I ran inside to shelter from the storm, crouching behind a concrete wall. I warned others to come with me, but no one was listening.

I worked as an inspector in a city center with many high-rise buildings. There was not any particular building that looked familiar, yet, in my spirit, I knew these buildings represented various cities across our country. There was a strong emphasis on San Francisco for some unknown reason. A small group of us were inspecting a new structure, and the foundation was constructed from large rubber seismic isolators.

I was sitting in the back of a car being driven along a coastal highway in Georgia. The driver was a transportation engineer who worked for me. It was a beautiful cloudless day with clear blue skies. The ocean was stunningly blue also. Off to my right was a small bay. A statue of Hillary Clinton was placed in the middle, not too far from the highway. She looked cartoon-like, as if the artist mocked her. In the distance, I could see several oil rigs out in the open ocean. The highway suddenly dipped, and I could see it was shallowly flooded where the ocean levels had risen. We drove down at a high rate of speed into the water and proceeded up the other side. I moved from the back seat into the front passenger side. I panicked as we neared the water, waking me from the dream.

l was walking into Washington, D.C., to observe the inauguration of President-elect Donald J. Trump. I was curious to see what was going on. It was early morning on the day before the inauguration, and many people were already arriving early to find a good viewing spot. As I walked passed buildings and parking lots, pressing my way toward the U.S. Capitol, there were camps of people occupying rows of parking spaces. Many were entire families sleeping outside, even setting up small living quarters. All were covered with purple tarps.

The Lord gave me this dream about our nation. In it, I was sitting at a desk in what appeared to be a library. The Lord spoke to me gently and said, “Sit and write the things I will show you that are to come.” I could see our nation torn in two. We had somehow become like two separate countries. The dividing line seemed to be along the Mississippi River. The western part of the U.S. was in chaos and anarchy, with vigilante and militia armies roaming everywhere, trying to defend their communities. The eastern part of the U.S. was also profoundly shaken but starting to recover slowly. I then heard the Lord speak to me and say, “I will preserve a remnant of this nation for my glory, but the half I will turn over to destruction in judgment for their sin.”

I was driving in a car with an older prophetic woman who is a good friend of mine. She was sitting in the passenger’s seat. It was a one-lane dirt road with two-wheel ruts, and we were heading westbound through a parched desert-like landscape. The road suddenly dropped out beneath, and like on a roller coaster, we plunged down the steep gradient and then gently swooped out onto the plain in front of us. I could feel the sensation in my stomach, a combination of fear and excitement for the unknown ahead. Immediately, the landscape was thrust into complete darkness. I could see people scurrying around, panicking, and holding survival elements in their hands, grabbing just a few things in the moments after the nuclear devastation that hit their cities to the west, primarily San Francisco. They looked at us desperately; “can you help us?” was written all over their faces.

I was standing inside a tall rectangular building, maybe somewhere near the upper floors. The building was made from dark grey granite and had dark-tinted windows. It was embedded into a much higher granite mountain of the same color as the building. The granite mountain seemed to project almost vertically out of the earth. The sky was dark, and all the surrounding areas were cloaked in darkness. I felt an earthquake shake the building, but there was no damage. I ran down to the first level, hoping to escape the building when I heard in my spirit that a Tsunami was coming from the west. People were panicking and running in all different directions. There was no place to hide or shelter from the coming earthquake or Tsunami.

I led a staff meeting with co-workers and other professionals. We discussed many things, but at one point, I began to contrast how good things are in this country compared with others. Not perfect, just better, i.e., lower levels of corruption, prosperity, freedom, and the ability to accomplish something with one’s life.

I was in an airplane flying north through what appeared to be Colorado. I could see a beautiful mountain outside the aircraft window to the west. It had a sharp peak and at least three massive rocks protruding near its summit. I stared and marveled at its beauty. All the other windows on the plane were dark. The pilot was having difficulty controlling the plane, and we were in a rapid descent flying through what appeared to be a dark trough in the earth. The aircraft could not escape, and we would crash at a sudden rise in the trough.

In this dream, I looked down the California coastline south of Monterey. There was a rocky bluff with homes perched on top. One house stood above the others, higher and further out on a large rock outcropping. It was a modest home, but the panoramic views of the ocean were stunning. Inside were two homosexual men embracing each other. The scene was peaceful.

My wife and I were flying in a large commercial aircraft, most likely a Boeing 747. We were in the very front of the plane, sleeping. I awoke suddenly as the pilot began to descend the aircraft. At first, it felt normal, but then I realized we were descending too quickly and too early. We were heading northward towards Germany. I looked out a window on the left side of the aircraft and could see a German airplane descending even more quickly in the same pattern, our planes both enveloped in some storm.

In the first part of the dream, I was at a podium in what looked like the press room at the White House. President Obama was standing opposite me, looking out to a room filled with people. I was holding a small cheap gift in my hand. He asked me somewhat sarcastically where I had gotten the gift. “Why from you, Mr. President,” I replied. The room laughed.

I was in northern Virginia when suddenly I was taken in the spirit to south-central Virginia. I was wearing simple white cotton pants and a white pullover shirt. The pants were baggy and synched at the waist with a simple drawstring. They reminded me of the clothing that slaves wore (see picture below at right). I had brought Virginia ham with me and appeared before three founding fathers of our nation, including George Washington. The men were wearing colonial military uniforms. I presented the Ham to them and began to eat. These three were men of God, and the Lord spoke to me that He was going to begin honoring these men by bringing forth stored blessings and promises that had been reserved for these men of faith. These blessings would be a catalyst for a restoration of the State of Virginia and eventually the entire United States of America.

I was looking down from the heavens over the desert landscape of the Las Vegas Valley. The sky and the earth were dim and nearly dark as if a demonic covering was blocking the light. I could see the city lights below, and I could feel the sin rising from the city up into the heavens. I then saw the Spirit of the Lord descend upon the whole valley, and all its dwellings were covered in a blue luminescent radiance. I could feel the love of God and His grace being poured out upon the land and its inhabitants.

I was with a friend in a prayer room. There were others in the background. We were all worshiping the Lord and praying in succession when my friend interjected and said it was time for me to pray in a specific prayer. I began praying that the Lord would rend the heavens, but my friend interrupted me and said, "No, another order must be prayed right now."

I was looking down on the State of California. Suddenly the State turned red, and the Spirit of the Lord told me that the people of California, because of the condition of their economy, would vote for Republican candidates in this Fall election.

I was in an airplane with a new experimental hyperspeed engine. The plane took off at normal speed and then engaged the new engine when it reached the appropriate altitude. I knew even before the engine was ignited that something was wrong. I was standing at the back of the aircraft in the galley. I could feel the G forces against my body as the engines engaged, but the plane immediately began to lose control. It started to spin sideways and headed straight to the earth. The pilot tried to control the aircraft but was unable to recover. It slammed into the earth with incredible force, disintegrating the plane on impact.

I was inside a government building with many Jewish people. Suddenly, an Arab-looking man burst through the front door with a rifle. He began shooting. One older woman was shot four times in her upper left chest. She was still alive but bleeding, and several women were attending to her. I grabbed my machine gun and went after the gunman, but he had already fled the building. I went through the lobby, looking for others, but the building was vacant.

I was in a house with my wife. I did not recognize the rooms and was unclear whether the house belonged to us or was a temporary dwelling. I left the house and walked until I came to a sound. There was a clear area by the water surrounded by lush vegetation, and a group of young men was playing what appeared to be a soccer game. Several older men were coaching them. Across the sound were beautiful, barren mountains. Their ball landed in the water, and one of the players went in to retrieve it. He came out of the water with a ball of mud containing a gooey duck, a clam native to the Pacific Northwest. He handed it to one of the older men, and he began to extract the neck of the clam from the mud ball. Some of the mud splattered on my white polo shirt. I watched with interest for a short while and left the area.

I was standing with my wife atop a hill. To our left was an older government building. It had sloped roofs and was covered with brick, with architecture from the 1970s era. Suddenly the earth split open, cutting the hill in half. Along the seam, everything disintegrated and collapsed into the earth. I left quickly as the earth began to open, but my wife would not leave. I looked back, and she disappeared into the earth with the brick building.

This dream came in three parts. In the first part, I heard a judgment written in heaven against America. I sought to find out what it said, and the hand of the Lord reached down and showed me a white piece of paper with words of multiple increasing judgments. It was clear. The judgments were sealed because of the sins of our nation, and no prayers would erase them.

I saw a security checkpoint at an airport terminal. Several men stormed the security guards and released a chemical agent, and hundreds of people were infected. I then saw another attack on a naval shipyard and heard the location; Norfolk, Virginia. The chemical agent attached itself to its victims like a giant black serpent coiled around them. Hundreds of people were infected, and there was a risk of infecting thousands more in the surrounding areas. Fear and terror fell across our nation. I then watched a Presidential Statement being made by Mr. Obama. He described the incidents with great emotion, nearly to tears. I mainly sensed fear in his voice, but the experience profoundly impacted him, and he moved with genuine compassion for the people.

I was looking at a landscape in eastern Africa, most likely Kenya, with low rolling hills, dry savannah, brush, and scrub trees. Some men had a hot air balloon, enticing others to get into their basket. A man entered, and I could see the balloon rising from the trees. I found myself in the spirit, looking upward from inside the basket. It was amazing. We left the earth and ascended above the stratosphere. I could see billions of stars in the galaxy with remarkable clarity. There was one man principally in control of the basket. He was very evil; he was Satan. I could now see the basket far above the earth. It was a beautiful scene; the curvature of the earth below, a ring of orange and purple where the sun was reflecting off the atmosphere, and a brilliant black sky above dotted with stars.