A Soldier’s Haunting Encounter: Chaos and Revelation

In this dream, I was tasked to deliver supplies, only to find my truck raided and its order destroyed. While the army gathered, a pulsing orange glow entered, searching for me and speaking words I’ve waited lifetimes to hear. It lifted my spirit from sinking deep within to surrounding my body, alive and larger than flesh. A dream of responsibility, disruption, and divine awakening.

I was tasked by my chain of command to take a loaded truck with supplies to a port area, next to a channel of water. I parked and waited. I don’t know what happened, but while I slept or while I was at the mess tent, I’m not sure which, it was a mess tent I’ve been to many times. The line is always long, and just past it is the tarmac. Back at the truck, somehow the truck was raided, I couldn’t tell what was left or not, all the doors were cut off and cut into pieces and screwed to the outside of the truck. For some reason, I knew they had done it because they knew that if they kept the doors on the vehicle, then I wouldn’t notice all the havoc they had caused. I didn’t see anything missing but somehow with everything in such a mess all over the back and in the cargo I knew that I didn’t know if anything was useful anymore and just not knowing was a problem because I had to know what was available for who needed it and where it was so they’d get it as they passed, without the ability to expressly give it, they’d miss out. And I saw the army coming, ours, getting ready in position for what’ll be here soon. I remember hearing the voice of my fellow soldiers from the briefing before speak to me now: “You’re going to have to deal with this now.” As I lay waiting at the end of the day, in worry and in a painful half-sleep, I saw this orange glow come into the truck. It was looking for me, speaking to me; I heard it speaking about me, as if it were speaking to itself, while it was close and on its way. It came in and moved around above me, pulsing as it spoke. I remember what it said, but I don’t share it. It’s something that I feel like I’ve waited lifetimes to hear. It made me feel alive, bigger, almost as if before this, my spirit was sinking deeper into myself and becoming smaller to sense and further distant the deeper it went. And this just brought me up not just to the surface, but surrounding myself or my body, being bigger than it, and covering it.

Understanding Dreams: A Funeral in My Vision

In a vivid dream, I walked into Pastor Charles Lawson’s church and found myself in the middle of a funeral unlike any other. Four rooms held different mysteries, women preparing, whispers over a body robed in royal blue, memories spoken in the sanctuary, and a final exchange about payment that pointed back to the covered one. The atmosphere felt sacred, surprising, and layered with hidden meaning.

There is a famous pastor, Charles Lawson, who posts his sermons on the internet. I’ve never met him or been to the church he is at yet, but in my dream, I went there. When I went inside, there was a funeral, with four rooms, almost all women there. I only remember one guy, who seemed to be dressed in pastor clothes. In the first room the people were mourning and getting things ready, but they werent super sad, in the next room i saw a person on a table covered in royal blue robes and they were rolling it up on that person, the one at the head of the person on the table looked up and gave me a surprised look, like, what is he doing here, not a bad look a good surprised, that person whispered to the others, they all whispered among each other and looked at me kid of strangely. The next room was the room that was used to preach in, pretty big, and they were calling off the details of the dead’s life, then I looked to the right in the other room, one lady asked the man in pastor clothes, Who do I pay, and How much now? He said all of it and pointed to the room with the person who was on the table in royal blue robes.

A Family Reunion Across Planets and Generations

I traveled across three planets through the generations of species, not time. On Mars, I returned to the underground pyramids I’ve seen in dreams countless times, buried in the sand dunes. There I found two companions, family in spirit, who carried the key to what we were meant to finish. Together, we were called to gather others, but first we had to unite, remembering who we were and where we came from.

Traveled to 3 planets 🪐 through 3 different generations, but not typical generations, these were species generations. On one planet, the beginning of life was from far under the beach or deep underground beach. There were two companions I ran into that I knew were family, and that we were supposed to be together because I knew what we would do, because I knew who we were and where we came from. One believed me after only a little convincing and after taking him through and guiding him through the pyramids under the earth on Mars. The other was stubborn but stayed around because she liked us. I knew we could begin what we were meant to finish, and only needed to be together, and we were supposed to gather others, everyone, but we, our core group, had to be together first. The underground pyramids on Mars were the same place of underground pyramids that I have been to in dreams, maybe dozens or hundreds of times, just from dreams that I can remember off the top of my head. The pyramids are in the sand dunes.

Mystical Desert House: A Journey of Transformation

In a dream, I was given a humble house in the desert beside unseen but constant trains. A hidden podium appeared, and as I spoke, time unfolded benches rose, fences vanished, and I was lifted into the air. The moment echoed Luke 4:18–21, as golden words and the seal of Ezekiel emerged from the pages before me, shining with eternal depth and calling.

The House by the Tracks

A vision of calling, voice, and the lifting of the Word

I was given a house in the desert. Outside the house, it was a humble-looking structure, covered with heavy moss and surrounded by trees, as if it had been left abandoned in a forest for a long time. Right up against the house was a train track. I knew it was busy, but I was never able to see a single train go through, but I know the trains did go through even when I was at home. A chain-link fence was between my house and the train tracks.

A woman came by to help. While helping, I found a podium I didn’t see before. It was facing the fence and the train track. I opened the book, and as I spoke, I noticed my voice seemed to permeate from the depths of the canyons and into the ground. As this happened, a climbing set of benches showed up and people, the train also, as if I was seeing a time lapse. The more I focused on speaking, the fence seemed to disappear and the podium grew. It was huge and started to surround me, and it started to lift me up as if it could fly on its own.

I felt as if I were having the same moment Jesus did when He read:

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, to preach the acceptable year of the Lord.”

“And he closed the book, and he gave it again to the minister, and sat down. And the eyes of all them that were in the synagogue were fastened on him. And he began to say unto them, This day is this scripture fulfilled in your ears.”
— Luke 4:18–21, KJV

As I was reading, the book was in front of me, sitting open on the podium, but I wasn’t looking at it. I wanted to see what I was reading before I left, so that I could come back. When I looked at it, the white of the pages looked as rich as the sky air and seemed to be as deep as it. The writing was a mirror-shine gold and I saw a seal rise up from it.

Escape from the Battleship: A Dream of Rescue and Renewal

I was on a ship 🛳

There were two, battle ships, small ones, flat black and stealth looking . I had to go inside and join with the crew undercover because my daughter and some other guy was there, the guy was a kid maybe 18-20 taking care of her. The ships were filled with bad messed up people but most of them just had no where to go. I had a little help but I was the only one that could or would do anything to get them out.

Someone hid weapons for me. The first one I was told to use was a grenade. I ran around the ship through their celebrations in the different levels and rooms I couldn’t find my opportunity.

My room with the two kids was just to the side of the main hall room with bleachers made out of railroad ties surrounding the back walls. I decided to use it there on the far side from where I stayed with the kids. It wouldn’t go off after pulling the pin and throwing it far under the bleachers, it should have landed in the center of the ship because under the bleachers led through the walls. It didn’t go anywhere. I stayed with the kids a while scared because it’s a ship and what if it rocks in the water and the grenade shifts next to our wall!! After a while I told the boy to watch my baby and be ready I’m going to make this work now. I asked someone, somehow an older woman but she wasn’t there, on the radio maybe? She did this before with the same type grenade, it had two parts, the pin and a switch that was attached to my belt that was like a remote. I looked again through the ship to set it off, it wasn’t a normal grenade, it was newer, high tech looking. I didn’t want to kill anyone, I couldn’t. Not all of them were bad they didn’t know what they were doing. I went out onto the deck and threw it over board and flipped the switch that was on a chest plate like armor I was wearing. I thought I’d have to find another way. But the explosion was close enough to the side of the ship, two seconds later I heard one single alarm “evacuate the Ship” everyone immediately started evacuation.

I for some reason jumped thinking it wouldn’t work, I swam to shore, it wasn’t far, we were still in small channels inside the city before heading out to sea. I went into the city running around to find help for another way. The city was so huge, nothing like I’d seen before, it was built up to the sky, looked like I was in the future. After what seemed like a couple hours I ran back remembering everyone started evacuating. I got there just in time to see the large lifeboats all coming to shore. I swam out to find out where my daughter and the boy were to make sure they got out. The alarm alerted people from the city, the city welcomed and took care of anyone who came out without question.

I found the boy he started to hand me something of hers as if it was the only thing left of her I felt my heart sank and world begin to crush but as I looked at him, just behind him she was there with a woman being taken care of. Her and the woman disappeared and I never saw them again, I was made to forget them. The boy came with me to shore, he disappeared and I was made to forget. As he disappeared I was greeted by my other daughter and went to live and take care of her with a man who said he was going to help me. He asked about what we would do now to get by. He asked about savings if I had any,

I had more than enough for anything, I saved from before I went onto the ship, I knew I’d need it one

day somehow. This place where he asked me, we were on a huge escalator, wide but clear almost like crystal, above the traffic going up, it seemed to go through the buildings too.

Everyone else got to have a free fresh start, they didn’t have to stay with that group just to get by

anymore. They got free passes to go live in the city, the city also took care of them no matter where they wanted to go from there.

Navigating Urgency and Protection in a Dream

In a vivid dream set in a place like the Netherlands, an urgent call sent us racing toward planes. We placed airline headphones over our shoes, somehow hearing them in our ears while they shielded us from unseen danger. Scattered across fields, we followed a strange directive. Amid it all, a woman shielded a child a moment of grounding before the message came: “This is it. This is the end.”

It started in what looked like an airport. There were archways, tall, arched walkways lining both sides of a canal that ran through the street. It felt like Denmark, or maybe Holland or the Netherlands, that’s what the scenery looked like. I’m not sure if it was there, but that’s what it reminded me of, somewhere in that part of the world.

We were moving fast, heading out toward the tarmac. Planes were lined up. There was a sense of urgency. We were running in a hurry.

There was a call like an announcement, but it was only for us on our way. It was something about a fall or our fall. I’m not sure what it was, but we all knew exactly what to do.

There were these static bags, shiny silver like the kind that computer parts come in. Everyone had them. Inside each bag was a pair of headphones, like the ones that you get from airline staff.

We were putting the headphones over our feet, over our shoes. I don’t know why, but we couldn’t move forward without doing it. When they got on our shoes, they formed around them like a protective barrier, air tight, for our shoes because, for some reason, we needed it for some type of ground lightning, which is what I was thinking. And the headphones stayed in their place and had to be part of it, so that on the balls of all our feet there was a pair of airline headphones that worked perfectly without being plugged in, and we could hear what the headphones were receiving, but we heard it in our ears even though they were on our feet.

We were all in different spots, scattered. I must’ve been further ahead, because I remember cutting across a grass field to get to one of the planes. I didn’t want to go, but I had to.

But that wasn’t the hard part.

Then there was something about “the investor” or “the back study card.” I’m not sure what it was.

A woman had her hands over a child. She was shielding them, protecting them. That wasn’t the important part, though. The part we were supposed to be aware of. Like it was a key moment. A grounding moment. So we could orient ourselves. Like we had to ground the clay, or maybe ourselves, in the right way.

I didn’t remember that part until later in the day, after the fights. And people were talking to children. Telling them:

“This is it.

This is the end.”

The Mammoth’s Echo: Fossils and Forgotten Histories

In a dream, I held fast to the tusks of a mammoth, only to find myself in a different world its bones fossilized, voices of unseen people echoing through a museum of living memories. An old man, once part of a battle, trained me in a house that expanded into infinity. Fossils whispered of events still to come, and a waiting crowd reminded me that the past and present were not separate.

I had this dream of walking through people’s houses and their yards. The houses and yards were on display as if they were museums. I got there by grabbing onto and not letting go of the tusks of a mammoth 🦣. It bucked and dragged me down, and as I went down with it, everything dissolved and faded into a different world. The same place, but things were different. When I came into the world, I was grabbing on to the tusks still, but the tusks were in the ground and faded like fossils. I tried standing up without letting go, but when I did, the mammoth started to resurrect, and I felt something tell me, ‘No, don’t let go, not yet. So I stood up and looked around, and I was the only one there, but I heard all the voices of people passing by as if echoes of a tour of the museum. As I looked around and saw the mounds of dirt with fossils surfaced, other ones would appear along with the voices, and I heard the background voices of some who didn’t care and of another group who felt bad for them because they’re the reason we were all there. They needed to know and didn’t understand that this battle wasn’t in the past because the museum became richer by the present. Then an old man showed up who was part of the battle, then older men showed up who each had their own house/museum where they stayed, and all we’re getting ready for when the bones come back out of the ground again. One was training me, he’d move around the house, always busy, and I’d explore it. It was a simple house, but it seemed endlessly huge inside and out the more I explored it. At a glance, it seemed like a small house with a small yard around it, at closer inspection, everything expanded infinitely. While I was in the backyard, inspecting fossils again, I put stakes in some fossils because while staring at them, I saw the event, but it was just ground. The old man showed up, working on a fence and answering all my questions. His daughter had shown up; he had given her to me years before, but I didn’t know of her or our history together until she arrived. A partly visible crowd behind her was waiting for me. Outsiders started to pass through one or two at a time, seeing me and moving on…..

The Chariot of Light: A Journey Through Spiritual Realms

In a dream of light, I stood among clouds radiant as the chariot approached its open wagon filled with robe-clad bodies of light, their childlike eyes fixed on me. Seeing the darkness scarring my glowing form, I tore away the old self in one pull, leaving behind the false covering to join them. It was not just a dream, but a call to shed all that dims the spirit.

I was standing on a cloud around all the other clouds made of light, and when I saw the chariot roll up, the back wagon was similar to an open wagon that carried horse dung. It was filled with bodies make of light wearing robes made of light and they all looked up at me with child’s eyes. Then I saw my suit, regular street clothes and my skin were as one made of light but heavily scared with darkness. When I realized who they were I tore off the skin street clothing in one pull and joined.

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Swallowed by Fire, Raised by Grace

A dream from the edge of life and death where mercy looks like fire, healing comes through the womb of suffering, and a child’s gift restores what was once always lost. No one ever survived the bite… until now.

I was in an abandoned school, a huge place that I’ve been to before hundreds of times or more, in other connecting dreams. All the leaves were off the trees outside. I became every character while there while they were in their moments. People were getting bitten, sick, and dying.

The character rick and his wife was there, she got bit and he quarantined her to a small fenced off yard and inside a sealed white tent where she was supposed to die and then I saw myself as rick with the school master and a few others out front of the school where rick was told that no more antibiotics were found in the schools lab classes even though he was told that there would be. I got upset and felt like I had no choice, so I pulled a cord that caused a flame to start in the tent where I had rigged it with white phosphorus to burn quick and hot and kill her instantly so she wouldn’t have to suffer.

Then, as the wife, I noticed the flame start in the tent and I noticed the accelerant for the fire and thought, did he do this good enough? Will I hurt? I knew this had to happen because I knew I wouldn’t survive. And the tent collapsed on itself but didn’t start to burn yet, the accelerator wasn’t working and I was worried about dying slowly so I went to the entrance of the tent which had a vestibule and while at the front of it I started to panic but then thought, ok wait, this is your life at stake you can do this, just grab the tent with your teeth and tear it open, it was one of those thick heavy duty medical tents with layers.

I got out and rick was there watching, as I got out he was surprised that I was still able to communicate because before I couldn’t and should have been further gone by now, also when I got out I was coming from a hole in the ground and I waved at him to wait but couldn’t speak because I had to swallow the entire tent just to escape and right in front of him I pulled out little by little the entire tent from my mouth and stomach, after it all came out I said it’s ok I healed it and I joked about going to be needing a raise after this, he looked at everything I just did and agreed and he looked at my wound and it healed right in front of us and the fever left and all my color came back.

Then, as Rick, I thanked our baby because I knew that healing gift came from the child. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to let her stay with everyone because no one would trust she healed because no one has ever survived before. But when the bite on her heal wasn’t bruised anymore and the bite mark completely gone and wound sealed, they wouldn’t be able to deny it.

I remember after the tent came out of her mouth what left was nothing but what looked like a husky of it because she digested the structure,

Dream of the end

In a recurring dream landscape just outside a familiar town, a prophetic flood exposes deep corruption. As the river washes away bodies, vehicles, and guilt, no one in the town seems to care except the one who quietly records the truth, hidden and vulnerable, but preserved.

I was out with my camera and microphone to record something In a woods type area that I visited dozens of times in my dreams, it’s just outside a town that felt like we live in or are from. This place floods a little sometimes, but this time I was told by someone that it would be very bad. (In a prior dream of the same place it is an area where housed groups of teams wonder while they’re helping people from their shelters, in that one I was given a huge beautiful white ship, like a yacht, it was empty, I knew I had to go get people.) I called that person when I was there and said you were right, this place is like an ocean. Then I noticed a large red train car or trailer or ambulance, it looked like it switched because tween all three of those. There were a bunch of guys out there, they all pushed it into the rushing river to get rid of it, then they threw in a dead body and some more.

There were a bunch of cops there in uniform and medics and one cop was covered head to toe in blood, he was the main killer, he washed himself in the river and all the others did also they also threw other vehicles in it and they washed away and also sank in the sand. Some of the guys also gave themselves over to be sunken into the sand.

This whole time I hid just behind some boulders watching and recording and knowing If they saw me they’d kill me.

The area turned into a type of beach, and everyone else from town showed up

The entire town got flooded, and all the killers came out in the open, but no one cared because they were too busy getting drunk and mingling together

I got away by pretending to be a drunk within the crowd until I was out of sight, and then I was naked except for my recording of what happened.

Unlocking Your True Name: Messages from Beyond

In a dream of light, I stood before two angels as they opened the Book and told me to write my new name. But the name was already there etched in gold and glowing with the stars. I learned the hard way: God’s messengers are sent for our good. We must listen.

I was up in heaven, everything was white and light and made out of light. I was standing in front of a stage with two angels staring at me, and standing behind a podium, they were talking to each other and talking to me.

They said what took you so long, you had only this one thing holding you up? They said it as if it should have been so easy. They said for so long, only this one thing kept you from here.

I responded while shrugging my shoulders,” No one taught me.” At that time, they opened the book and said, Here, write in it your new name, and the name that you will be baptized in.

They spun the podium around to face me, and there was a white tablet there with a name already written. The name was engraved in gold and light, and it shimmered like it held the stars of the sky inside of it within the letters. It was two names hyphenated like Hebrew, written in an ancient language.

Dream from 10-07-2017

A divine scene rendered in glowing white light, with a central radiant stage. Two serene angels with outspread wings stand behind a translucent, shimmering podium. A human figure faces a large glowing book or tablet, in the act of signing their name with a glowing pen or fingertip. The signature is written in golden, starlit letters that shine as they form. The entire space glows with a celestial calm, creating a sense of reverent stillness and holy significance.

Personal Reflections of the Dream:

I had to learn on my own, I was stubborn. I didn’t listen to the teachers that he kept sending me. I still sought God. However, I refused to listen. He sent the plagues to me to teach me because it is the only way I would listen. Maybe it’s the only way I was wired to listen, but either way. The people need to listen to those whom God has appointed over them, including pastors, church members, and ministering angels. They have been given the word to make straight the way of the Lord. This allows us to follow. We can listen and learn from them through their preaching.

When Every Language Spoke at Once

In this multi-layered prophetic dream, a dragon-woman guarded a dome of spiritual testing and healing only came when every generation worked in harmony to restore her. What began as fear became mercy. What looked like a monster revealed the pain of broken bonds. Through a mystery of showers, children, languages, and womb-visions, this dream leads us into a sacred truth: peace comes when we stop rehearsing pain.

Healing the Wound Between Generations Through a Dream of Mercy and Memory

We were on a family trip near a coast, a lighthouse, and a large dome building. The first trip, we only remembered it but weren’t living it, and we remembered together that the dragon lady of the south called ethereal cams from her sleep, and we were supposed to put her back, but she kills and eats you if she touches you, and she was tortured by holding captive and locking people away. This year we wandered to the dome structure made of glass and wood, and the floor was beach sand. She came out, and we remembered that last year we got her to calm down and not harm anyone because we healed her; she had a rash above her breast, on her arm, and on her neck. When we healed her, she was kind and helped us and went to sleep. This year, we were called out from where we were. We were set up in this large round-type house and kids loved to visit there, that day there were a lot of kids and they all wanted to bathe and somehow we ended up with 12 showers and some were even hidden on both sides of the showers so that every was able to shower at the same time. The kids found those hidden showers, then somehow we remembered they were there after we found them, but these showers were a little different; they didn’t have privacy glass on them, and I think that’s why we didn’t use them. But when everyone said it doesn’t matter, then it wasn’t a problem. There were sooo many toys everywhere from the kids.

After the last person got in we were in the dragon lady’s area where I dealt with her myself then we dealt with her together, every time we dealt with her we would have new challenges and our individual battle with her would be quicker then we’d do it together and then more joined, the final was all our generations together. In the first battle, as a family, we thought we had to run and then fight, but we won by helping Ethereal. The second battle was the dragon, which had the head of a woman, her eyes were like burning sulfur to look at, her body would change sometimes from a woman’s to a dragon made of a red cloud, and her legs like a fish tail if they would appear. During the whole battle, we would be trapped in the dome until it’s over, it’s over if someone is taken away or if she is put to rest. During the second, we were able to clean her by guiding her behind us while she chased us through what would clean her, and when we came to the light and she saw herself, she thanked us and left. The third battle with all our generations, the vets, the Jews, while in the dome we worked as groups separately but knew what each other were doing in the other groups so that we could coordinate our moves and when we’d met up we would know what to do together. This last battle took all of us working simultaneously within our own groups together and as a whole together and I remember every language speaking being heard and by all the languages the dragon understood and stood still so we could heal her chest and her throat.

Afterward, we asked the older generation about the dragon, and they laughed and said Pay attention and look at its names. It means the one who knows what bonds and loosens families together and we knew we would see it again if there was a problem in the family. Then we were shown the start of all problems in one moment, we chose not to have the situation instead of living through it, and instantly we were at peace without a battle.

The womb is that protective cave we come from, where we learn, where we grow. Into what we will become, where we are cared for and fed and know only one thing, the lonely open road, where we become familiar with how to get around and how much we can move.

The womb is where our direction and our carrier meet so that we can be created, a place prepared beforehand, brought together by fertilization and agreements. Where we learned to exist in their world before we are birthed into a new, a whole new set of dreams and visions and senses and a whole universe of space to explore one stage at a time. We are all super truckers out of the womb. Some of us are still in the womb, and while I’m in the womb, what is said by those outside of it is muffled and misunderstood because the language Skill hasn’t been acquired yet. And what is said by those in the womb and heard by the outside is misunderstood because the languages of the past are forgotten.

We get hurt when we think all the voices that enter the womb are from our caregivers, where we’re supposed to be taken care of. We misunderstand the bumps and loud noises because it colors the boundaries that we don’t want to know about but without that image we won’t know what to recognize as the danger zone.

So then we learn to react by stepping back or forward or to the side, and it begins a dance that gives dimension to life and contrast to our image and riches of wisdom and joyful appreciation for a peaceful, fulfilling life, restful sleep, and a love for eternity.

A family stands near a cliff at twilight, overlooking a glowing lighthouse and a large dome structure made of glass and wood near the ocean. The sky is painted in soft purple and orange hues. The mood is reflective and mystical, with gentle waves crashing against the shore.

Inside a dome with glass walls and a sandy beach floor, a terrifying dragon lady awakens. Her form shifts between a red misty dragon and a woman with glowing sulfur eyes and a faint fish tail. Rash marks are visible on her chest, neck, and arm. The scene is filled with tension and moonlit eeriness.

The Maze of Despair: A Dream of Survival and Escape

I saw a place that wasn’t called hell but it felt like it. A massive, hidden structure beneath a city, disguised like a brewery on the outside but inside: a prison. Maze-like corridors. Beasts. Death traps. Some people wake up there. Others are lured. Few survive. And the Owner? Different. Upgraded. More calculated. No one sees it until it’s too late. But I’ve seen it again and again.

Dream of a hellish type of place

New beast is in place now, still setting up his “master piece”

It was out in the desert, or at least it used to be. I think the new one is in the middle of a city. Maybe?

It’s an enormous building with walls made of that wavy tin. It towers 30 feet high off the street level. It also extends many levels below street level and is about the size of a small city.

The new one is all fixed up on the outside and inside. The outside looks almost like a brewery tasting place. The inside has many rooms and levels, all with holding cells. New monster type beasts are introduced to flush out anyone new. They make them go through the maze-type place. It is a maze from the start of entry to the exit, and has different levels of death. Very rarely will anyone ever escape from it.

Sometimes people get sent there. Sometimes people get tricked into going there. I think sometimes people wake up there with no clue how they got there. But some know about it, because at least one guy I ran into in there knew what the place was. I call it hell now, but none of the times I’ve been there did I refer to it as hell. The owners have changed at least a couple of times. However, this Owner is very different. He has either improved or worsened the death levels that you have to go through.

People don’t know that it’s there. When you try to show them, it seems completely like an old, abandoned building…but I’ve never been there alone; it’s always with at least one other person.

Dream from 11-17-2017

A Mansion by the Shore: Dream Encounter with an Angel and the Coming Light

“The property was vast mansions by the sea, forests guarded by lions, rivers flowing through courtyards of fountains and sand like snow. It was our home. But then I saw myself from above, standing beside an angel as my lungs were removed for something new. I watched destruction fall from the sky. And while others stood in fear, I walked the path it carved reversing its ruin step by step. When I spoke, they believed.”

A dream? A message? A glimpse of what’s to come?

This was more than sleep.
It was instruction, restoration, and revelation.

Dream from 06-07-2020

The property was huge. Along the beach, one mansion after another, each one was inside a larger university, and all grouped together around courtyards of giant fountains, gardens, rivers, pools of pure water, and sand like snow, surrounding forests and pastures. The sheep dogs were bred together and watched over by lions. Tigers watched over the land and the trees and came into being with whoever would walk with them. The cattle were kept as meat for the ones who didn’t live here. This was our home.

Same sleep, different dream

I was standing over my body with an angel discussing the function and capacity of my lungs while I was being disassembled for construction. Then he showed me, after I was done identifying and describing my experience, and there were other watchers paying attention to us, he showed me a new pair, he’s replacing the old.

There was a path of destruction that came from the sky, I walked towards it, no one else would they were all scared of the path, they knew if they went near they’d be a part of it, it was supposed to stand as a monument. As I walked from its ending to its beginning, I reversed it all in the sight of many people, and they all believed my reports and heard all I had to say.

The Golden Glass Bridge: Healing Relationships

Someone asked me, “How do I get rid of jealousy?”

What they didn’t realize is that they were asking how to evict a spirit one that had made itself at home, feeding off their soul for years.

I didn’t answer with theory. I answered with testimony. Because I’ve walked through it.

Jealousy didn’t leave when I prayed once. It left when I started celebrating others in ways that made my flesh uncomfortable until something in me changed.

This is how healing began:
By choosing joy for others until it became joy in me.

Not every argument begins with you.

But it can still find its way to you.

Sometimes your spouse is angry at someone else, a betrayal, a loss, a buildup of pressure and even though you didn’t cause it, if you’re not careful, you’ll be cast in the role of the one who did.

And if you misstep, try to fix it too quickly, deflect, or explain something too soon, you become the enemy in a moment that had nothing to do with you.

What It Looks Like

You walk in on a storm you didn’t cause.

They’re pacing, distant, snapping or withdrawing.

You offer logic. They say, “You’re not even hearing me.”

You try to calm things down.

They go quiet, but not in peace.

You say, “I didn’t do anything.”

They say, “Exactly.”

Now you’re no longer the bystander.

You’re part of the problem.

But here’s the truth:

They’re not trying to punish you.

They’re trying to survive an emotion that has taken over their internal world and in that state, everything is filtered through that one emotional voice.

Why It Happens

Emotion doesn’t respond to strategy.

It responds to recognition, but not just any recognition.

It responds to what that emotion has been exposed to and practiced in a person’s life.

So when a person is overwhelmed, they’re no longer responding as their full self.

They’re responding as the version of them shaped entirely by the life experience of that specific emotion.

It’s like the entirety of their existence is momentarily being lived from within that one emotion, its memories, its reactions, its learned defenses.

That’s why it’s not enough to know someone’s heart, you have to understand how their emotional history shapes their behavior when that emotion takes the lead.

When You’ve Already Been Pulled Into the Storm

If you’ve already been labeled as part of the problem. If they’ve come at you with blame or silence. If you’ve become the placeholder for another person’s failure. Then this is not your moment to argue. It’s your moment to wait.

And when they come back, because they will, don’t look for a traditional apology.

Sometimes, the fact that they return to you is the apology.

It might sound like frustration, like a lecture.

Like a one sided stream of instructions or future plans or emotional download.

But if you listen without judgment, without defense, without needing to be declared “right”, because you know you were targeted by overreaction and not something you did. You’ll hear something holy.

You’ll hear through revelation what the relationship needs.

You’ll hear what has never been built before: the framework for how to love each other in emotional environments that neither of you were taught to navigate.

The words may not feel fair. They may not even be accurate. But they are instructional.

They are the blueprint of how safety wants to be built, spoken through the pain that’s trying to find a way to be understood. That’s what those long winded lectures are.

You Can’t Just Build Understanding in Peace

Most people wait for quiet moments to talk.

But emotional unity isn’t built only in quiet.

It’s built across all emotional environments.

When peace is present, you train understanding into peace.

When frustration is present, you train curiosity into frustration.

When grief is present, you train comfort into grief.

Because every emotion becomes more intelligent based on what it’s been exposed to. And later, when those emotions take over again, they’ll reach for what they remember.

If you’ve practiced understanding together across many inner environments,

then in future storms that understanding becomes visible.

It becomes a bridge the emotion can use to return home.

A Vision I Was Shown

I was shown something in a dream.

I was lifted up and set down upon a bridge made of golden glass. And as I looked around, I saw groups of people walking together in formation. Some walked in pairs, others alone but all carried letters that hovered above their lifted arms and all the letters and words connected and worked together in making the same general message that I knew but not from reading, it was a feeling and it was why they belonged there and what was allowing them to walk across the bridge.

Then something felt off.

I looked around and wondered who it was that was missing. So I walked to the edge of the bridge and looked down and saw every person on earth as a dark figure and felt their noise of chaos between each other.

Then a giant came beside me. He had the head of a bull and placed his hand on my shoulder and walked me back with the others.

And he said only this:

“Don’t cry for them. They made their choice.”

I didn’t understand at the time.

But over the years, the Lord has helped me see.

This bridge, the golden glass path suspended over chaos, is something that exists because of choice.

Because of exposure, obedience, and the decision to carry truth, even when we don’t yet fully understand it.

Each emotional environment we live through: peace, grief, joy, frustration gets trained by what we expose it to.

And when a storm rises up within us, our emotions pull from what they’ve practiced.

But when we’ve practiced understanding, when we’ve chosen love, truth, humility, then even in our most overwhelming moments, a bridge remains. A way back and way through.

Some never choose to build that path and for those who do the bridge isn’t just a metaphor.

It’s a real spiritual infrastructure, gifted from above, formed by practice, vision, and the presence of God.

I’ve come to understand that the bridge I saw is what I now call “The Golden Glass Bridge.”

It’s a bridge made for reconciliation.

For the healing of relationships.

For the soul’s return from inner isolation.

For walking together through the weight of this life without losing one another in the storm.

It’s there for those who choose to walk it.

The Awakening of The Fourth

In a dream set on a beach, a mysterious silver membrane unlocks a path to hidden treasure but betrayal, judgment, and divine consequence follow. This prophetic dream reveals deep Christian symbolism about obedience, discernment, spiritual identity, and the weight of unseen choices.

Carrasco’s Dream

The Silver Between Worlds

I was on a beach with four of us total together, everyone else was part of some kind of show.

No clue why, but it took me a while to connect with my body, like I wasn’t there and only my empty body was there with them like a drone. When I got back into my body I didn’t have any memory or what we were supposed to do. Odd because while watching from outside my body I remembered everything. So I struggled to get any of them to answer me, they didn’t want to, the game was time sensitive and I was supposed to be the smart one that convinced everyone to engage. Because before I entered the body that I was using they hadn’t gone anywhere, they were stuck. Soon as I got inside I opened up the silver membrane between the bridge being built on the beach. This silver was the ticket to the island for the prize. The prize was in the earth under our feet waiting for us to find the silver. Soon as we found it we had a short time to figure out where it was going to get blown up and out from where it was to the island. That was my first job there, to know where to go next. We went over there and had a short time to collect all the gold. We got to keep anything collected but there was something special if we found all of it.

One guy seemed like another, and the other two weren’t helping. Momentarily, they were, but most of the time, they disappeared. I didn’t care; I did most of it myself and more since one guy kept trying to put it back. He didn’t want it; he changed his mind. So I had to work against him. I hid everything I found in the designated room. So, in the end, I thought we’d all have everything we wanted, and we did until the judges, who looked like popes and cowboys, saw one of the four guys’ hands grabbing some of his share of the gold. One of the judges, who looked like a pope, yelled for that guy he saw to be grabbed because he was “the one who flushed it.” Apparently, he did something terrible. He was also working with the other two of the four because the judges took them together. A cowboy grabbed the right hand of all three of them and bound them together until they formed the same hand. So all three of them were like conjoined twins, forever sharing the same right hand.

The gold was forfeited. I got into someone’s car and headed home to my beach.

Futuristic spiritual scene of robed figures on a beach surrounding a radiant golden orb suspended in a glowing silver ring of light, with others walking a suspended bridge toward the orb over the ocean at sunrise.

Afterthoughts / Parallels to the Christian faith from this dream: 

The observation of being outside the body, then re-entering it without memory, echoes a common biblical theme: spiritual disconnection. Adam and Eve, after the fall, became aware of their nakedness not just physical, but spiritual. Humanity forgot who we were. Many people today live like spiritual drones present in form, absent in essence.

“Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.” — Ephesians 5:14

The Universe in a Dream: A Collective Experience

In a dream filled with cosmic wonder, I stood with three others on a platform beneath a spinning universe. We instinctively worked together, each with a sacred role gathering from the stars, sending light to Earth, aligning timing, and observing all. It was a vision of divine cooperation, heavenly metallurgy, and spiritual purpose.

I was one of four people in this dream. We came upon a dark room. In the room was a huge platform, like one from an outdoor concert stage, that had a sheet over it. Suspended above in the middle of this platform was the universe we know, all the stars with all the galaxies spinning in its time. It started off small about the size of a car wheel and while we climbed onto the platform it grew to seem the size of a football field. We all knew what to do instinctively but not consciously and it was the same with our cooperation between each other, we behaved as if we knew each other a long time but we never met. Then I was given a long handled dipper which somehow I knew had to do with pouring ingots of pure metals. I used it to gather from the stars. Another person there had the job of sending it to Earth. Someone else directed it by providing the exact location of the Earth and the time to send it. There was also one who observed and directed.

Personal Dream – 11-14-2018

Dream – The Battle of The End – 2018

A dream from November 2018 revealed a spiritual war disguised as a game where seduction, ambition, and self-worship created monstrous new bodies of weaponized flesh and wire. Those who refused to become what the world cheered were removed, unseen, no longer part of its stage. This is more than symbolism. It’s a vision of identity, allegiance, and the seductive nature of evil in its most deceptive form.

The beginning was weird. I was with a bunch of army buddies, but we were all still soldiers. They all watched as many women came around, and every girl wanted a confident man as if he were a magnet or he used magic, but he didn’t. They came near him always, but didn’t want him until he chose to enjoy them. But THEN they mauled him.

Then we all went camping in the forest—not like camping where you have a home to go back to, but living there in the forest. Except it looked like we were camping because we didn’t set up anything permanent. But we also had no home. There were about 10 of us, 5 girls and 5 guys, both in separate camps.

Then the games started. One team would try to expose the other for losing, and then one would try to attack the other team, but one would hide.

Then one of the women got angry and desired to destroy us, she took her clothes off, and with a witty remark, she said You’ve got to be willing to go the extra mile to win. She put on her seductive clothes, her rubber lace outlining the outter of her breasts and suited up for war. She said she charged her group followers to help her make a box, and she would be the greatest box. At the same time, she started ordering those in her group who would listen. Men from the other side joined her, until her whole group was only those like her, and they drew their strength from each other, from hate and revenge, and their desire to win at any cost. They all gathered razor wire like Constantine wire, but this one had different widths and girths and would spiral into itself. They all helped cut each other up, they stretched each other’s bodies and skin like coats and covered them over this wire like putting on clothes, even until their faces were eaten by the blades, and almost nothing was recognizable left. Their skin formed over the razor wire to be their under armor and new body. Then, as soon as the last of each one was joined with the blades fully, when their lips and mouths became one with the blades, the body rose up and formed itself; they were giants, they were bold, and they had blades. They kissed and worshipped. Then this genius, the smartest of men, set them all up on a stage for the audience to fight in the great battle.

The rest of us were taken away. We watched all this happen from a distance away from the stage and away from the crowd formed to watch and cheer. The further it progressed, the further away we watched it. Then we were not there, as if we didn’t exist in that world anymore.

– November 2018 Dream –

The Virus and the Harvest: A Dream of Judgment, Protection, and Trust

A global virus swept the earth in my dream manifesting sores and violent transformation in those who lacked trust in Jesus. As the infected surged, I hid beneath a harvesting machine, powerless until I prayed. Then Jesus took me out. What began as a plague turned into a revelation of protection, judgment, and the call to stand.

Dream from 09-18-2018

I was in front of a house, it seemed like everyone was, and they all started the same way, but not next to me, in their own places.

There was a virus infecting every person on Earth, coming at the same time to everyone. Some people got sick immediately, and the virus caused sores, nasty, gross-looking ones all over their bodies, mostly on their heads, though.

I remember everyone knew in the beginning it was coming but most didnt think it would affect them, and i remember something about a cure.

Then i saw many people get infected, one person saw it coming and said, oh well it doesn’t matter it cant make me any worse, that person had no trust in Jesus, it came on them and didnt seem bad at first then it took them over, the sores formed on his head and just like the others infected he immediately started running violently towards other people to attack them soon as the sores came.

I saw a crowd coming that was infected from the city, so I hid under a giant harvesting machine, one of the ones that ran across the field and only took up the vegetables and left behind the stalks, like a corn harvester. I was under the cover of the harvester, it wasnt much of a hiding place because you can stand under it and see everything.

Two infected dogs came at me, but couldn’t go near me past about 3 feet away because of the harvester. Then i prayed, i said Jesus give me strength to stand up, and he took me away from there.

A Family’s Spiritual Adventure in Israel’s Enchanted Vineyards

I had a dream of Israel, not just the land, but the spirit of it.

Our family was being guided through a vineyard by rabbis, who showed us how each person’s DNA linked to a tribe… not by blood alone, but by the spirit. Bodies rested on tree-beds, grafted into living vines like sacred roots finding home.

Our children were being chosen. Not by men, but by the Father.

Worship rose from the streets children singing in Hebrew and Arabic, their love for Jesus projected like light across the sky. A vision of unity, adoption, and the true citizenship of heaven.

I didn’t just see it. I lived it.

This was my dream on 07-05-2020.

And it’s stayed with me ever since.

Dream From 07-05-2020

I was with my family in Israel, rabbis were escorting us around a massive vineyard and showing us who had exactly which dna and how it was linked to which tribe and how we were going to be grafted in though our adoption of our choice tribe which was being shown to us by showing us the bodies laying down and connected into the vineyard like medical tubes laying on top of beds made of trees. Our children were being chosen by our father. We were being taught how to become a citizen by living as they did. I explored thorough the flooded streets and was brought to a storefront where there was a showing of worship dedication always by children dancing and singing in Hebrew and Arabic about their love for Jesus. It would be projected for display by hologram across the entire city, visible in the sky above the streets and along the tops of the buildings. This place, which looked like the front arena of an airport, was for any visitor and for anyone who needed to know what to do when at the storehouses, which were guarded by two elder rabbis who screened who could enter daily to gather for their families.

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