I’ve now had multiple dreams about this “world war” we’re all going through. I’ll try my best to describe what I remember, but honestly it was what I was feeling that made it more real. I’m currently carrying my first child (all glory to the Father!) so my already vivid/lucid dreams have now been amplified to the point where I sometimes can’t differentiate between dream state and real life while dreaming.

I’m in my city, we’re preparing for a “battle” but it’s scripted. Like, once it starts our choices affect how the rest will go, but everyone has a “role” to play. Multiple “scenes” allow us to learn our enemies steps/plans. Once a “battle” was over, there was a neutral time where neither side could fully attack the other. This happened many times. Once we got to a part where we started “rescuing” those not aware of the war, President Trump stepped out of the “shadows” to encourage us and tell us future directions. I even went so far as to cry and ask for a hug. (My love language is Physical Touch, so hugs are ingrained in my spirit lol). After that, we moved on to the next “level” of war, and I kind you not Trump said, “you’re gonna love how this ends.” The next scene was in a sort of warehouse, yet there was a part that seemed to be added and not truly a part of the structure. Sure enough, after most of us get there, that odd part of the warehouse opens up and people obviously dressed to look like aliens come out and we pretty much annihilated them without much difficulty. We could see through what they figured intimidated us and took them out without any issues. I don’t remember what happened next, but I remember the confidence we all exuded during the battles and at the end. True unity was felt. We won the war for this world and they lost what hold they felt they had.