I had a horrible dream in 1989 or possibly 1990. For years, I never really knew what it meant, but I've never forgotten it. This is the most terrifying dream I've ever had in my life, and I've had some pretty bad dreams over the years, even fighting demons in my dreams. But none of those could compare to this one.
It seemed like I was watching a documentary on TV except the picture encompassed my whole range of vision. I could hear a man's voice and he was narrating though out the dream, but I don't remember what he was saying. The dream started with clouds. Thick white clouds were the only thing I could see at first. As the clouds started to part in the middle, I could see blue sky in the middle. Then I could see a rocky cliff on the left, blue sky in the middle, and a rocky cliff on the right. Next, I was between the two cliffs, like I was in the air. I was never shown the ground between the two cliffs. Then, my attention was directed to the cliff on the right and I could see many holes or caves in the side of this cliff. I was then taken inside one of the caves. It wasn't very dark where I was standing and I could see the daylight coming into the cave. I then noticed hundred of little tables approximately 4 feet in length and 2 feet in width. They appeared to be waist high and were made of stone. Then I could see that there was something on each of the tables. At this point, the man who was speaking said "This is how to bury your babies so the devil can't chop off their heads and steal their souls". I realized there were hundreds of dead babies, and very young children wrapped in white cloth, one on each table. I could only see the form of these little bodies and they had not been be-headed. I also realized that all of the other caves in that cliff contained the same thing.
At this point I woke up utterly terrified. I woke myself up screaming and I was crying and apparently had been in my sleep. Of course, my husband woke up and was trying to find out what had happened, but I couldn't speak at first. He tried to get up to turn the light on, but I couldn't let go of him. I felt a dreadful presence in the room. I finally let go of him and he turned the light on. I was still crying uncontrollably and just sat up in bed for 10 or 15 minutes, while he tried to comfort me. I finally got up, went to the kitchen and got something to drink. About that same time my stepdaughter, who was about 15 at the time, came home with one of her friends, who was spending the night with us. The friend's mother had taken them somewhere. My stepdaughter and her friend sat at the dining room table with me trying to find out what was wrong with me, but all I could tell them was "bad dream". After about 30 minutes, I was finally able to tell them what the dream was about.
I was 27 or 28 when I had this dream and it affected me for months. Every time I thought about it I was overwhelmed with emotion and could only think "Oh my Lord".
I never equated this dream with the "religion of hate" be-headings until the late 1990's. I didn't know anything about them when I had the dream.
If I had actually watched a documentary on TV that contained the scenes that I remember seeing in the dream I would not have been terrified. I would have felt a horrific sadness for all the dead children but not the sheer terror I felt when I woke up. That is one part of the dream that I never understood. I was not afraid during the dream and I was not afraid of the man speaking to me. It was only as I was waking up that I felt the horror and terror and I even felt that my life and my husbands life was in danger. At the time, I felt like it came straight out of hell.
Last week, I was thinking how I really wanted to find the time to post certain dreams that I've had. As I was recalling this dream, it occurred to me that the reason I was so terrified when I woke up is because there could have been a lot more to the dream and that it was so horrible that I blocked it from my memory. Maybe I was dreaming about the tribulation.
Well, if the devil chops off heads (and we know he has and will), if these people are saved, then he can't have their souls because they belong to God.
Colossians 2
12 Buried with him in baptism, wherein also ye are risen with him through the faith of the operation of God, who hath raised him from the dead. 13 And you, being dead in your sins and the uncircumcision of your flesh, hath he quickened together with him, having forgiven you all trespasses;
Kimberly