It took me awhile to get around to posting this. Mostly I just assume that this dream is a byproduct of my research. But it was rather vivid, so in the interest of obedience I will post it.
It started as a dream within a dream, which I hear is significant. Technically though it was a false waking, as I woke up from a previous dream into this dream. I woke up in a bed that faced a patio door. The blinds were open and it was a dreary day. The room went from being in a faintly familiar house to being a sort of penthouse or high rise. My husband was already awake and we were having noticeably mundane conversation while I was watching a fly trapped between the mesh screen and the glass of this patio door. This dream almost went out of its way to make it seem like as ordinary a day as possible.
My husband says something like, “I feel like something crazy is gonna happen today, like the world’s gonna end.” About 7 times out of 10 his hunches are correct so I’m like, “you think?”
All of a sudden, gunfire and missiles are coming down out of the clouds from an unseen source. “Oh my God!” I yell, more out of disbelief of what I’m looking at. We watch this long enough until it becomes more important to become a mover rather than a spectator. I have no shoes and a hankering to try and take two seconds to find them, but I suppress the urge.
My dad apparently lives in this high rise/penthouse-ish building we’re in. I run to his room and see that there is already a huge tank outside his room, which is really posh, floor to ceiling windows. I enter clapping my hands saying, “Daddy, wake up!” He’s sort of looking at me like, “why what’s wrong?” I don’t even mention the giant tank behind him, I’m just like “This is it, it’s OVER. Gotta go.” He knows enough what that means.
We all make it to the elevator. I am SUPER excited, descending this loft elevator and jumping up and down so that it shakes, as though powered by a single pulley. I am chanting, “The Lord is coming. Hallelujah! The Lord is coming. Glory! Glory!” From the elevator I can see and feel people on the ground floor stop what they’re doing and look up at me as though they can hear me. They have the expected lady in a public place reaction of disbelief mixed with an inner horror that makes them want to ignore me. These people are decidedly NOT aware of what’s happening, but at that same time I am also unaware that they are unaware.
We get to the ground floor and my plight of no shoes turns into no shoes or PANTS. A familiar looking pile of dirty clothes miraculously appears on the lobby chair. Among them? My low-cut boots and maternity pants. Funny, I don’t feel pregnant. Come to think of it, my kids are not with me. My mother is not with us. As those things occur to me I am peaceful and not fearful. I’m confident we will catch up with them later.
After a few moments looking outside from the lobby we are in a downtown like setting. Tanks roll up, rather close to us, returning fire to the invisible threat in the sky. People are running and getting caught in the crossfire. A tank takes aim at our building. We don’t stick around to see where it hits, but we hear and feel it. Boom! Up to this point the dream had been quite realistic but this is where it starts holding back and gets a little like watching TV. Or perhaps an IMAX movie. No ringing ears, no injuries or blood. Not complaining, just doesn’t strike me as a vision or anything. Wah wah, right?
A security guard appears around the corner, motioning and saying “this way!” Others are also going down this hallway. We make it to the end to see there are quite a bit of military already in the building. They have big remote controlled guns set up that keep malfunctioning and going from manual control to automatic fire. The soldiers/police struggle to gain control of it while civilians try to dodge them. We can see the guns pointing at moving people and objects and hear it gearing up to fire. A few people get shot. We run and dive out of the way a few times.
Someone moves fast enough to get to an open elevator that goes to the basement. They summon quietly to start moving people to the doors. Oddly enough, I understand that the tv show “It’s Supernatural is being filmed in a studio down there. Around this time I wake up.
I might as well include this little nugget I found yesterday. As you should know by now, there are a few key events happening this September, one of which is the pope is coming to Philadelphia. I don’t know how long this event has been known or scheduled. I think I’ve probably known about it since the beginning of this year.
Well…check out this dream about the Pope and the president having some sort of press conference…posted TWO YEARS AGO.