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.
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.
Slam Her Against the Wall!
It's important to take a person professing to be an atheist through the Moral Law before you mention God. When you ask him if he has kept the Ten Commandments, you are not asking about his belief in God, or whether or not he thinks Hell exists. So initially, the subject of his beliefs probably won't arise. As you use the Law, you will be encouraged when you see what a powerful weapon God has given you. Every now and then, an unrelenting Law will slam a hardened rebel against the wall, frisk him for secret sins, and then point their ten great cannons at his face. You will see an actual change in his face as he feels the cold steel of the pistol of his own conscience. His mouth is stopped by the Law, and that prepares his heart to listen to his only hope of salvation.
There goes another minute. Gone forever. Go share your faith while you still have time.