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.

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.

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.

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 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