OKAY so here are my dreams of which there are 2:
NUMERO UNO:
There is a flaming comet coming through the sky. We are driving over a bridge and see it coming closer and closer and find out all too late that it is preceeded by a flaming Winnebago. It crashes down in front of us and then the comet follows and takes out the bridge behind us. Our car begins to fall and we all begin to pray our last pennance to God. We fall to our deaths as the angel sounds the alarm in the Heavens:”Woe, woe, woe, to the inhabiters of the earth by reason of the other voices of the trumpet of the three angels, which are yet to sound!”. When we wake up we are all in a fully white train depot like area, waiting for someone to tell us our transport has arrived. People we know are all around us…people that were alive when we went over the bridge. There’s more but it’s personal so that is all I will give you for now.
NUMERO DOS:
Gun blasts and people screaming outside my door. I look out the window to find people getting burned by the flames that are coming down in torrents from the Heavens. A man is giving up his son to the authorities because he will not take the mark. His father isn’t mournful, he’s mad. The mother is screaming, upset that she has to give up her son. His sister is crying. The father let’s him go with the soldiers. He looks at me, right in my eyes, begging me to come to his aid. I hear God say “They will be divided, father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law.” A person goes by, running, I see him get hit with a fire ball and disintegrate before my eyes. People are trying to hide but the fire penetrates brick, steel, and anything else it touches. The screams of horror and the people being killed who will not take the mark is piercing. You can hear the guillotene’s deadly thud. I saw this so vividly that I awoke and didn’t know where I was. I could still see the fire dancing around me.