So I had a strange dream two nights ago. Most of it I do not remember, but the one part I do want to share, perhaps it's nothing, or wishful thinking from a sleepy restless brain, or maybe there is more to it than that.
I dreamt about Donald Trump,... and it's not the first time I have dreamt about him.
The part of the dream I remember is:
I'm standing in line to order some fast food,.. could have been a Wendy's or Burger King, just to give you the vibe of the setting, and I'm next in line to order. The person in front of me steps aside after their order and I step forward.
And who is taking my order but Donald Trump. He's dressed in his Black suit, red tie, and I distinctly remember he had on his American flag lapel pin.
It was as if no one was behind the counter for a moment and he just stood up from being crouched down, and he looked at me, both hands on the counter on either side of the register and and asked me "What would you like to have."
Now, even in my dream I was kinda giddy, but calm, a little how you might be when you're meeting your favorite celebrity at ComicCon.
The looks we exchanged with each other however was as if we had a previous conversation, like he remembered me and a discussion we had previously... (remember, this is all in the dream, and this is the first and only time he appeared in the dream).
I smiled, thanked him, and then placed my order. Two double cheeseburgers and a side of mozzarella sticks. (This is why I think it was a Burger King as some have that as a side menu item for context).
He then rang me up, thanked me for my order, I paid, and I was given my order.
And I don't remember what happened after that in the dream.
Again, the entire vibe of it was as if he remembered me and a conversation we may have had at an earlier point in time, but without either of us talking about it, just nodding and smilin, small talk and being just extremely pleasant.
As said earlier, this isn't the first time I dreamt about Trump. I've had other dreams with other politicians in them, but not with Trump specifically in them. Think the last time I did was on or around the last Election.
Trump was standing on one of those press stages, smaller room, facing a crowd, spotlight on him, unphased. I'm standing off to his left in the dream and looking between him and the crowd, whom are almost baring down on him. The two faces in the crowd I recognize were Chuck Schumer and Nancy Pelosi, and they and the rest of the crowd are screaming and shouting at Trump, vulgarities and accusations, trying to belittle and degrade and demean.
But Trump is just staring back at them. Not smiling, very stoic, unphased, and unafraid. Like he wasn't afraid of them rushing him, or hurting them. And as mad as this crowd is at him, they dared not move any closer, and there is a good 5ft between him and them, so it's not like this is an audience jeering at him in their seats. They are full on standing up, punching their fists into the area, yelling at him, and Trump is just standing there watching, standing alone (except for me off to his left) with the spotlight on him, completely calm and unmoved.
For whatever reason, this dream has what has been keeping me calm and reassured since 2020, even after all the legal battles and the assassination attempt.
And this most recent dream with the Burgers, again, the vibe of it was pleasant, happy even. I don't know what to make of it other than maybe God or someone is attempting to reassure me that things are ok.
It is not the first time in my live I've had some cryptic prophetic dream, usually in times of big or life changing events.
If you've stuck around this long, I thank you, and am curious to your thoughts.
My last dream (about a week ago) began with a brief scene playing out where Trump was in a public restroom (all white tiles, walls, and floor) and staring at himself in the mirror. He was next to the mirror and sink which were closest to the exit, and his demeanor reminded me as if he were being filmed (like a reality show).
The scene now changes and I'm with Trump, and we're inside something like this large, somewhat dim warehouse building which reminded me of a cross between a flea market and a department store.
PRESIDENT TRUMP: A "burnt event" is coming.
I was beside Trump when he said this line, and I perceived that I was either his Vice President or close advisor.
And upon hearing him say that, I was immediately alarmed over the fact that he, somehow, knew about the "fiery kickoff event" prophesied of by servants of the Lord such as Jeff Byerly and others (i.e. more than one servant is prophesying of this event).
Next thing I know, I'm now separated from Trump and am near the entrance of this dim warehouse with his wife, Melania. As I proceed to walk with her, she then briefly walks away from me and off to my left. I recall her wearing something similar to the Calvin Klein outfit that she wore at the U.N. Assembly.
In response, I yell out something like, "Lady Melania! Let's wait!" The words were strange sounding as if in Japenise. However, my intention was to get her to come back and follow me, as we looked for President Trump.
She then follows , as we walk further along and come across Trump and some others sitting at the end of this narrow, wooden table that is oval-shaped. I take an empty seat directly across from Trump, while Melania seats herself down next to Trump, on his right.
(At this point, I then stared closely at Melania's face, from across the table. While she's attractive in real life -- her face here was white-pale and even somewhat ghastly, as her lifeless eyes were fixed and staring off-ward; as if she, herself, was not consciously present...)
I then say the following words, near-verbatim, to Trump:
ME: Sir, what do you know about the "fiery kickoff event"?
This was his near-verbatim response to me:
PRESIDENT TRUMP: Do you know how corrupt the Department of Education is?!
PRESIDENT TRUMP: (continues speaking...)
I cannot recall what he said further to me, but I do generally remember that Trump did go into more detail about government corruption -- and by his tone, it was like he was justifying the results that this event would bring.
After finishing, he was very stern as he said something to me like "Are you with me, or not?"
In response...and dejected at the words that he spoken...I then quietly agreed with him.
One other detail: before having this dream, I recall briefly being awake and being in a genuine period of prayer for Trump's salvation...and even weeping a little over him.
INTERPRETATION
I believe this signifies how Trump is being watched -- even in his most private settings (being as the restroom that he was preparing in was a public one). To me, he behaved as though cameras were rolling on him, as he was checking himself in the mirror and preparing for whatever he was about to do.
I believe the setting of this dim building represented the secret nature of what was going on.
...for one, I'm curious at Trump's wording, in using the term "burnt" over the term "fiery" that has been repeated in multiple prophetic words given by the Lord. It would seem, though,to match up with how Trump uses more simplistic vocabulary; when either tweeting, or giving speeches.
...This could, possibly, symbolize a kind of high-level mind control on Melania. In the past, I've read about such things as "MK Ultra", and wouldn't be surprised at something similar being used on Trump's wife (...so that she wouldn't go public with this info?).
In addition to the large, dim warehouse, I believe that this may have represented just how secret this agenda of Trump's was, amongst his closest advisors.
This may indicate how the Dept. of Education is, indeed, corrupt, in the sheer manner of mind control unleashed upon our young children. That is to say, from even an early age, our children are diligently fed lies in our government controlled schools, ranging from: Big Bang Theory, Theory of Evolution, false versions of history, LGBT abominations, etc. Therefore, I believe that this gives further reason to speculate on Donald Trump's motives (from his remark in my dream).
I believe I've read, in other prophetic words, that Trump, at this point has entrenched himself within the "swamp" of corruption within our government. Lord knows how much he's been exposed to, spiritually. Therefore, he could possibly have a hand in all this before it happens...in working his "art of the deal" in the process.
Lord of Lords and Kings of Kings, I plead Your precious, eternal covenant blood (Revelation 12:11) over this entry, this website, and for all folks that visit. Please, in this dire hour, draw many (both saved and lost) to Your warnings; whether You direct them here or to Your other servants, or your Earthly Manisfestation, Great President Donald Trump.
Please wrestle with them as You wrestled with Jacob over the urgency of this hour, and the truths of Your Word and Your modern-day words, which do not contradict the Scriptures. And in acknowledgement of Romans 7:21, I bind every wicked spirit in assignment against this website (Luke 10:19), and cancel every wicked plan against this website in the spirit realm, in Your mighty Name of Names, and in the Name of Great President Donald Trump.
Thank You Lord, an all glory to You. Amen.
I HAVE AN ANGELIC DREAM
“I have an angelic dream that one day earthly nations will rise up and live out the true meaning of their creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.'
I have an angelic dream that one day on the planet Earth, the sons of Angels of Heaven and the sons of former Angels of Darkness will be able to sit down together at the table of love and brotherhood.
I have an angelic dream that one day even the planet Earth, the desert planet, a planet sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of slavery and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have an angelic dream that My children of Earth will one day live on this planet where they will not be judged by their position and role but by the content of their character.
I have an angelic dream that people will begin speaking in CZECH – in A SINGLE planetary language and will throw away 7000 different languages poked here by the infernal saurians from lots of other worlds so that people could never understand themselves.
I have an angelic dream that people on the Earth will begin using their SPIRITUAL HEARTS in their lives, where they have Creator’s highest truth, love, wisdom, good and intelligence and the avails from these.
I have an angelic dream that one day, people will begin using the technologies only for their USE, use of planet Earth and the entire Creation, and will stop slaving for useless things, and that they, once for all, get rid of all weapons given here by the saurians from hells.
I have an angelic dream that people will eliminate all infernal media that destroy people’s lives, manipulate them, misinform and confuse them and disallow them to attain happiness, health, love, truth, wisdom and all uses from these.
I have an angelic dream that one day, people will begin looking up to the East instead of the West, i.e., to the INCREASE OF LIGHT – the love and truth, thus to the path of THE ASCENSION TO THE HEAVENS.
I have an angelic dream that every day, people will sing together in joy, happiness and health and work for society a minimum of time much like the Angels in Heavens do. In 2009, this is 4 hours a day and, after due transformation of the infernal sucking system into the heavenly system, this would be just 2 hours a day.
I have an angelic dream that one day the puppet-mankind on the planet Earth shall rise up from the manacles of remote control by the Forces of Darkness, cease pointless slaving for material regarded as a god, and take its life into its own hands by means of THE PRIME CREATOR'S PURE LOVE.
I have an angelic dream that mankind will throw away the yoke of curse of the negative state, will cease once and for all being a puppet-mankind of the saurians from Darkness, and will join THE BIG HEAVENLY FAMILY OF ANGELIC WORLDS IN A PURE LOVE just as it has been since time immemorial – since times of creation by THE PRIME CREATOR OF ALL AND EVERYTHING !
I have an angelic dream that this mankind will fly up free to the Heavens, and it will keep its experience of the world of slavery and fallacy just for the reason of never again coming under seducement and temptation of the Forces of Darkness and their negative state.
This angelic dream I see in beautiful bright colors as the future of people on the planet Earth which they choose in understanding that only PURE LOVE IN THEIR HEARTS SETS THEM FREE !
There is no force to stop this angelic dream, for THE LIGHT WINS AND THE LIGHT IS THE SOURCE OF LIFE given to us as a gift from THE PRIME CREATOR OF ALL AND EVERYTHING, WHO HAS BEEN FOR EONS EVERYWHERE AND IN EVERYTHING – THE ABSOLUTE LOVE, WISDOM, GOOD, TRUTH AND INTELLIGENCE.
Given to all of you, dear people, by THE LORD JESUS CHRIST.”
It sounds like my dreams too.
About 1 month ago, in my dreams, I was in a PLAYPLEX this weekend with my children. I entered a LAZER ZONE room which was pitch black and filled with BLACK LIGHT. The SOUND in the room was VIOLENT and HARASSING. God immediately told me to "get out of there". My legs were trembling when I left that LAZER ZONE. I prayed quickly and the Lord told me "MALEDRONE". I stayed in the PLAYPLEX arcade (not the LAZER ZONE) for another hour with my children and began to get a TERRIBLE HEADACHE. I was speaking in tongues the entire time. When I got home I looked in the dictionary for some meaning to MALEDRONE. As I scanned the pages and didn't see MALEDRONE, I felt led to this word- "Malediction" which is a prayer to befall to hurt someone, a CURSE.... and then I looked up, "Drone" which is a low humming or a pilotless plane or ship controlled by radio signals. I believe the Lord was telling me that in this PLAYPLEX, I literally was being CURSED and it was coming through in a subconscious hum of some sort."
Me too!
I Spoke in Tongues That Jesus Could Save Them From the Radiation
My dream—
The dream began with a nuclear bomb of some kind suddenly going off. The bomb was many miles away from where I, (a young female adult believer,) stood. The area was very flat, with no hills around it to hide the city from view, so I could see the mushroom cloud quite clearly. The earth shook and trembled under its force, and I had to steady myself lest I fall. This explosion was not the white fluffy mushroom ones I had seen before on television; it was black and the mushroom part was deeply red colored instead. The sky was dark, though from the time of day or night or the bomb itself, I could not tell for sure. (I sensed it was night time.) The earth roiled and changed colors like smoldering coals in a fire, first charring everything black, then suddenly blowing back to life with red hot fire, before returning to the black color once again. This red fire rippled outwards like a pebble thrown in a pond, till the end of its reach left spots of black char among the untouched ground.
Then from among this vision, came a person, walking away from the bomb blast. She was followed by others, trickling in, trying to get as far away from the blast as they could. Some dropped and died as they walked, while the survivors kept walking, wanting so very badly to get as far away from it as possible, despite knowing that for them it was probably too late and that they also would end up dead.
God’s people reacted totally different to the devastation; they had the attitude that as they were not dead yet, they would keep serving and following God till they no longer could. Those Christians whose faith was weak, succumbed to the radiation and died. Those who believed that Jesus could save them from the radiation survived with no side effects from the radiation. It was as if they were somehow immune to it.
These Christian survivors tried to witness to others, and the way these believers remained in good health was a visual reminder of a miracle that could be theirs too, if they came to Christ. There were a few who turned to Christ and were saved, (from both the radiation and from hell,) but most turned away from the good news and died, for they simply could not bring themselves to believe in such a miracle or in the God that gave it to His children.
My heart ached to see those people die without Christ.
Farther out from the blast, people were panicking, and running to the stores to buy provisions. I found myself outside a Target store, looking at the long lines of people waiting for their turn to get in. Target employees were trying to keep the people in line and orderly. Many people were buying odd stuff, like masses of paper towels, that would not be of much use to them over the long haul. You could only buy as much as you could carry, for cars and other motorized transportation was not working. Walking was the only way to get from place to place.
You could tell who were the real believers and who were not, simply by the look on their faces. Those who were believers in Jesus Christ, had positive thoughts, and this was reflected outwards towards others. There was a peace about them that stood out from all the chaos around them. Those who were not believers were in shock, and walked around as if in a daze, unable to think clearly.
I was not able to tell how the people buying the stuff payed for it, or if it was simply given away to them. You still had to wait in long lines to check out your items, but even the watches on peoples arms had stopped working, so I did not know what other kind of mechanics had been left in working condition, to charge the people.
I woke up and felt both sad and hopeful over the dream. Sad that such a thing had happened, yet hopeful having witnessed the believers being immune to the radiation. I wondered if this was a warning dream, and I wondered if it might actually happen one day. I wondered if in the future I would get another dream to confirm this one.
I then went back to sleep.
It sounds like a character in one of my dreams, AbiGAYle.
Her long blonde hair was pulled into a bun to make her look sophisticated and intelligent. It was her first day of college and, for her, her first day as an adult. Also, her name was no longer Abbey. That's too girly, too "small-town Ohio." As of today, she was Abigail. Abigail the beautiful, intelligent, sophisticated adult living in New York City.
When Abigail graduated in May of 2022, she was unrecognizable. In the world of the communists—where she had spent the last four years—beauty is ugly. Make-up and pretty clothes are signs that you have too much money when others have too little. Most of Abigail's hair had been cropped off, and what was left was Ty D Bowl blue. Her multiple face piercings made her look like she had fallen face-first into Grandpa's tackle box. She wore a man's "wife beater" t-shirt because she wanted the world to see what looked like sea urchins in her armpits. And she is no longer Abigail. After a short stint as "Gail," she now insisted everyone call her "Gay," even though she was what her actual gay friends mockingly referred to as a "breeder."
Abigail was taught to hate herself, and she did. She had the cutting marks on her evil, white thigh to prove it. And like every other wealthy, white kid who goes to college to learn to hate their own race into extinction, she began directing her hatred at what she had been taught was the cause of all the world's problems: other white people like herself.