I have been following these posts for a few months now and for the past few weeks have felt compelled to share some things, mostly dreams, with you all. I have been apprehensive as I do not think submitting them would necessarily add any insight or revelation to what has already been offered and felt that they were mostly for myself only. Some of the things that have been posted, though, are so similar to what I have been experiencing, and when I read the scripture from Jeremiah that was posted ( 28The prophet that hath a dream, let him tell a dream; and he that hath my word, let him speak my word faithfully. What is the chaff to the wheat? saith the LORD.) I felt as that it was a final confirmation that I should start to write them. I am not sure all of what they mean; some parts are more literal than others, but I feel confident that they are from God. I do not pretend to know when Jesus will return for us or even if it is imminent, and don’t think it is wise to place specific dates for multiple reasons, but I do feel an urgency to let others know of these dreams. Again, I do not know entirely why God would have me post these, but I think He does. So I am trying to be obedient. Here are two of a handful over the course of my somewhat short lifetime.
I was possibly 15 years old at the time I had this very simple dream: In the dream I was on the bus riding into school in the morning. I remember feeling a little sleepy and had my head leaned against the window. Suddenly there was a tremendous, sustained sound that caused me to jerk up in my seat. I was filled with an enormous fear, but then realized that the rapture was about to occur and became very excited. That is the entire dream. It wasn’t for some time afterwards that I learned about what a shofar was. Thinking back, the loud sound I heard in the dream would be something like a very, very large and intense shofar. That amazed me.
This is a dream I had just this past summer. One of my friends, who is a young, but very strong Christian had recently gotten engaged to be married, but hadn’t set a date at the time of the dream. This is the dream I had: I was at his wedding reception which was an outdoor reception. It was under a tent on a small island in the middle of a lake. It seemed almost like some kind of campground, but I got the impression the people attending the wedding were the only people in the immediate area. Looking out on the water I could see the shore of the mainland. It was just trees and the whole place was very secluded and peaceful. This was not, to my knowledge, a real place, but rather one that my mind invented for this dream. The whole mood was very festive and happy, but suddenly all sound stopped for a split second and right afterward was a huge boom sound. Everyone was very frightened and then we saw, from just past the trees on the mainland, seven or eight missiles come up and streak over a couple hundred feet our heads. I somehow understood that these missiles were from a secret silo under the ground and that they were armed with nuclear warheads and going to bomb a foreign country. My heart was broken for whoever was about to be bombed. The missiles went off past the horizon and a few seconds later I heard the sound of more missiles approaching. That’s when I knew that they were being fired at us from another country and that the missiles I had just seen launch were a retaliation for these missiles that were now approaching. So these missiles started hitting all around us in the water of the lake and making humungous splashes, but I remember that they were not actually exploding and that no one was actually getting hurt. This is where the dream ended. After I woke up I had the feeling that this wasn’t just a regular dream, but that it was from God and that there was some kind of warning in it. I do not know how I am supposed to respond to it, though.
I will post more in the coming days.
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