Tag: end times dream

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. 

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.