That is a very interesting dream Merianne, to say the least!! I also have a degree in geology and have spent eighteen years of my life in the Territories of Canada either scratching bedrock, or sampling core materials for large mining corporations. Also on many occasions I have been in Alaska from Skagway to Juneau, to Fairbanks, and have driven the Alaskan Highway to Anchorage, even been to the small village of the 'North Pole'. Breath taking country!! As for fishing I've tried this sport a few times as well, but although I love to eat the fruit of water, I am not too keen of being on water. I am more like a good cat and prefer solid ground.

Back to the subject at hand; 'recent dreams of torture'. I must clarify, that in my dreams, I am not a victim, and there are no 'camps' involved.  Just extreme barbaric methods of torture used on unknown individuals. In these dreams, I stand in the background and witness while I pray to The Lord silently. It is as though I am taken to these scenes to witness this evil. In all these visions, the victim is either crucified or ... and dies in the end. It seems to me, that the purpose of being transported there in spirit, is to pray, so to alleviate the pain of suffering in death. 

I do not wish to describe the methods used. Sufficient to say, that they are wicked!! And as for the torturers, these are not defined by any uniform! But the victims' faces stays with me!!

Maybe ... I thought that maybe, somebody else was experiencing this. 

I must add here to you, Marianne that I am NOT afraid either! But there is One that people should FEAR!! For when He comes, His recompense is with Him!!

I too pray that our Lord comes soon!!

Merianne (9 Jan 2009) 

"RE:  To Abigail (Vivids dreams of torture/camps)"

  

To Abigail (Vivid dreams of torture/camps),

 

       You are not the only one.  Although mine didn't show torture, it implicated the beginnings of it.  A couple of months ago, I had a pretty vivid dream too about an internment camp myself.  It was a weird dream.  I was in Alaska with my dad, husband, my 6 yr old and my 3 yr old was no where in the dream---probably at grandma's.  I understand some  97% of the bases in Alaska is underground.  I had found a website somewhere that showed where all the underground bases are.  It's pretty interesting.

 

It started as I was fishing with my husband and I was floating over a lake of reeds and then landed on dry land.  My husband turned into my dad and then my 6 yr old daughter was with me.  We were climbing up a giant white granite boulder that was very polished.  (I studied geology/mineralogy/paleontology back in college).  I was talking to my dad about the geologic formations around us and how they occurred.  There were beautiful mountains to the left of us and I remember seeing some kind of compound or building of some sort to the right.  I didn't have a good feeling at all and told everyone to be quiet and get down.  All of a sudden my dad got shot and killed and several men in military uniform took me and my daughter and tranquilized us.  I woke up in a cell/room that was very tiny.  I was in different clothes (almost like scrubs) and no shoes and socks on.  All my personal clothing was gone.  I couldn't find my daughter anywhere.  I was kind of in a drug stupor and I walked out of my cell into a bigger room.  It felt like a giant warehouse and I saw what looked like a giant laundry shoot go from the floor I was on to several levels below.  It felt like Costco, white grey walls, no food, checkstands etc.  Very industrial, very sterile.  I saw many people in green uniforms on the first level walking around.   

 

I asked a worker where my clothes were.  She said that they were being sent to be burned as I saw the giant incinerators along the wall close to the left hand corner on the first level.  "Why?" I asked.  She said, "So they can't smell you out.  If you wear your own clothing, they can find you.  Nothing personal."  She walked off.  I thought to myself, "Who's they?"  I saw my clothes go down a giant container as the crane/bulldozer took everything and workers in little EZGo's carrying pallets and containers moved toward the incinerators.  

 

I looked around and saw that there were many women and children along the wall in the same clothing as me.  All numb, desperate, quietly crying.  They were starving.  The looks on their faces spoke of unspoken things that happened to them.  I saw no men.  I was desperately trying to find my daughter among the faces and could not find her.  I had overwhelming desperation for her.  Was she hurt?  Where is she?  

 

Hundreds and hundreds of people all around me were being directed to seats.  "Time to watch t.v."  It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order.  People mindlessly obeyed and sat in their seats.   There was someone to watch over us and make sure we watched t.v.  I sat down still looking around for my daughter, wondering and trying to shake the brain fog that I was in.  They turned the t.v. on and there was no programming on it.  Just static.  I didn't watch the screen myself, as I knew it was some form of mind control technology to put people in a comatose state.  I wondered how did I get here?  Where is my daughter and how can I find her?  What's going on outside this place?

And then I woke up.  Very disturbed.

 

Even though I have had disturbing dreams, see current world events tied to biblical prophecy as I study this stuff, oddly enough, I have no fear.  Neither should you.  2 Timothy 1:7 For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.

 

I just hope and pray that we don't have to experience any of the torture or camp stuff.  Jesus come soon!

 

Merianne