Tag: dream interpretation

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.

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.”

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. 

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.