12.8.14 Dream: Christian persecution in America

My dream last night: I was locked in a 2nd story cage-like room with others.  It was open to the air but had bars to prevent escape.  We knew that we were prisoners.  After a while, I went down a hallway and went downstairs for something.  I saw scary looking men coming and going from the main entrance.  Upon my return to our "cell" there were slabs of BBQ ribs all over, on the tables and chairs but also the floors.  It was really gross.  They expected us to eat.  I didn't think of this at the time, but later I thought that it was possible that all that meat was human, and not from a pig or cow.

Our cell room became a bus that was a double-decker.  And we were somehow being transported up high above the road.  We didn't know where we were being taken too but we were nervous.  At one point, I lowered my window in the bus to yell down at the people that were below, along the road in the town that we were passing through, that I was American.  But then I realized that they wouldn't care that I was American.  I had the feeling that the people below didn't care what happened to people that were transported in buses.  They must have seen it all the time.  They didn't even raise their eyes to look.

We arrived at this place that looked like a junk yard or a stock yard.  There were big metal gates that had dividers so that you couldn't see what was inside.  We got off the bus and went in.  We saw huge racking that must have been 40' tall, all around the inside of this stockyard.  It had a netting overtop of it for a roof, that partially blocked light.  The racking was full of human bones and skulls.  It was a horrible site, but it remember not being surprised, and resigned that we were going to be killed but that then I could be in heaven with God.  They didn't shoot us right away like I thought they would.  They had us build some more of the racking first, and also had us lay down cardboard to catch the blood and mess.  I remember praying the Lord's Prayer with others very nervously as the time for us to be killed approached.  They asked me if I wanted to lay down or kneel or stand up.  I chose to stand, but then I thought to myself, why didn't I just lay down since that is how my body would fall anyway.  I woke up before they killed me.

12.3.14 Dream: 24 Missiles launched in America

Garrick and I parked and were going to go into a store like a Home Depot.  It was located on the edge of town next to a corn field that had been harvested.  It was cold out but there was no snow on the ground.  It was either early morning before the sun came up all the way, or at the end of the day during winter when it gets dark so early.  I knew that the kids were at school.  All of a sudden, out in the field, we saw an armament rise up out of the ground and saw missiles launch.  At first I thought there was 6 missiles launched but later in the dream I got a look from a broader perspective and saw smoke rising up or coming down in streams that showed 24 different missile launch sites, in groups of six that stretched out in front of us.  We were shocked that this had just happened.  I remember getting a look at one of the missiles up in the sky and noticed that there were STBs attached to them which indicated to me that they were long range, and likely going up into the atmosphere before finding their target.  I do not know if these missiles were launched offensively or defensively, but based on later parts of the dream I think it was in response to an attack.

After seeing this we went inside the store and found that it had been damaged.  There was a gaping hole In a wall and the employees looked shaken.  One employee pointed us to another employee after we went up to him.  Garrick may have went up to him to ask him a question.  I somehow knew that this other employee was a man of faith.  I got a sense that he was from our "church" although that may not have been a physical building but a belief system.  It was like our spirits were connected.  He had a warm and peaceful countenance and was reassuring.  At that moment, I realized that our kids may be at jeopardy at school.  I wanted to go and had to kind of drag Garrick away.  

We got back in the car and then Garrick drove towards the field where the armaments were and there was still smoke to be seen.  As he drove into the field I yelled at him to watch out because there was motorcycle driving down the edge of the field.  It was dark because the headlight was very bright against the backdrop.

The dream then jumped to the school and I was in the school looking for the kids.  Garrick was not longer in the dream.  I knew that the school had been attacked and was badly damaged.  A man who I thought was the janitor told me that we needed to get the kids out ASAP because there was sulphur and the rest of the building was going to catch fire.  I saw the 3 older kids, and then I spotted Knox and ushered him close to the other kids.  It felt like we were in the basement.  Then Molly appeared on the staircase and I hollered her to take the kids up and they followers her.  I for some reason thought I needed to go find my Husker sweatshirt that had been on a big coat rack set of bins.  I realized that the longer I was there the more dizzy I was getting.  I had to jump across a small steam/waterfall that was pouring out of the wall.  I almost didn't make it.  Then when I went to go down the stairs another level I just fell from the top to bottom but the guy below softened my landing.  He showed me that the whole rack had collapsed and he tied to open it back up so I could get my item.  He counted out how many down and over to figure out where my item was located.  I remember it being 3 over from the right and about twice as far down.  We were able to pull the item out.  At that point, I saw that a huge whole had been made in the side of the wall so that I could see outside and thought that I would be able to get out before I succumb to the sulfur.

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