Wednesday 24 September 2025

I was awakened at 3:52, and I worried that I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. But I was taken into a deep dream state, a dream of four transitions.

Dream recall:

I was walking through fire, an immense fire. At once I knew that it was both a destroying fire and a refining fire. Even though it was hotter than anything I had ever experienced, I wasn’t burned or injured; there was no fear, only awe. I could feel particles or pieces of myself shedding off and vaporizing. It was at the same time red, and crystal-blue. [This I knew was a refiner’s fire – see Malachi 3:2-3]

Instantly I found myself in the ocean, moving along with a current, following a meander through the water. Not swimming or in a boat but moving. To my right, some distance away I could see the coastline. And then on my right the water began to heap itself up into tsunami waves which roared over the landscape far away. One after another these huge waves formed and swept forward, massive, powerful and incredibly fast. Yet the ocean I was in never lifted itself into anything but gentle swells and the meander, carrying me forward and away from the destruction behind.

Again, instantly I was on a rocky granite pathway leading to a massive mountain. My vision was transformed so I could see infinitely close and far away at the same time. The whole mountain was in view, and I could see individual rocks, cracks, even lichen growing. As I stared at the mountain, an earthquake began. [in my dream state, I was nearly seasick from the motion] I could see vast numbers of people who had been on the mountain or had been on the roads going up to the mountain. But the earthquake, the shaking was so violent that it began to shatter and crumble. My vision could see small rocks and debris tumbling down the slopes, and in the same view see the entire mountain being smashed into a lowly hill of rubble. [This I knew was a devouring fire – Isaiah 29:6]

Another instant shift and I was in some sort of moving vehicle. I couldn’t tell if it was an airplane or very large truck, but we were moving. I say “we” because I was surrounded by very bad people, terrorists, soldiers, completely dressed for fighting, armed with weapons and explosives. They were consumed with evil and killing, and they thought we were approaching their target. But suddenly an opening appeared in the floor, and pure white light shone in. Their eyes widened in fear and non-understanding, and they were saying “Hey! This isn’t right, this isn’t the right place!” The Lord put these words in my mouth: “You have to go, and leave now!” one by one they began to drop into the white light. I knew in my spirit that they were being taken to a place of vast restoration, where they would become new creatures. I watched them go, one by one, until I was alone.

[end of dream]

Wednesday 2 April 2025

Dream recall:

I found myself on a large wooden fighting ship, and there was a mutiny going on. The ship was at anchor and there were other vessels nearby, but they could not see what was happening. The traitors had taken the loyal crew prisoners by force, had them bound and were forcing many of them to crawl or grovel in filth and slop – or else be killed on the spot.

I had avoided capture but was being forced back to the stern. I looked over at the water (which seemed far away) and realized there was only one escape. I threw my legs over the rail, and jumped, grabbing a loose line as I went over. I heard them yelling, “Shoot him!” and heard shots, but swung down and away into the water safely.

But I wasn’t out of danger yet, for they were pouring burning oil onto the water. The water was shocking, cold, but that braced me as I swam to safety. There was a dock nearby and soon I was out of the water and walking away, looking for someplace to dry out and get help. I was walking on a cobblestone street for a half block – there were many people out – when a voice called out to me, “In here!”

I went through the opened door and found myself in a waiting room, as though all the people there were about to board some mode of travel and depart. (a plane? That didn’t make any sense, since I just got away from a wooden sailing ship)

There were several large open rooms, with many round tables, people sitting by a large fire having coffee or tea and talking happily. There were couches or settees against the walls. I warmed up, dried off immediately, and as I looked around, I noticed a room to my right. This space was quieter, with only three people there, and I stepped towards them.

With a shock I found myself facing Ronald Regan, sitting at the end of a long couch, John F. Kennedy sitting in a high-backed wooden rocking chair, and Jimmy Carter sitting in a wing chair slightly behind both of them. They were handsome, dignified and full of wisdom. Ron motioned for me to come closer; Johns eyes were sparkling and his gaze intense, as he asked, “What’s happened out there?”

I told them about the mutiny and my escape. Without hesitation, John said “You’ve got to get back there and fight!” I could see Jimmy nod in agreement, and Ron added, “Throw them off or take them out!”

“There’s only one weapon left,” I answered, “A 24-pound cannon. I’ve got powder but no shot.”

John said, “I’m a Naval officer, I’ve got this.” But before saying any more he turned to Ron, “My back is quite sore, I’m joining you on the couch. Ron simply motioned to the place next to him, and John slowly got out of the rocker, moved to the couch and settled himself by leaning back against Ron’s right shoulder, his legs stretched out before him.

“Much better,” he said, with just the smallest of smiles. But his face became serious immediately as he continued with me. “Load that big gun with all the silverware you can find! I think you’ll only need to fire once!”

Behind him Jimmy nodded again and then spoke. “Remember your shield of faith, son.”

They were all strong and secure, empowering me with all the spirit and courage I needed. Ron sent me on my way, “Better get moving! But come back and find us any time.”

I made my way back to the waterfront, found a small boat and rowed out quietly to the big warship. I could hear drunken voices roaring and knew I wouldn’t be heard as I climbed aboard, making my way to the galley for all the silverware I could carry. By flickering lamplight I armed the cannon, jamming the powder in, then the load of knives and forks. I primed it and then began to slowly steer it around to face forward, aimed down the long deck. The wheels screeched on the deck; I knew that the recoil would probably blow it into the water, but one shot would be all there was time for.

As the noise of the cannon wheeling around reached the mutineers, they roused themselves, spotted me and began to form their attack. As they moved forward, my shield appeared on my left arm, my hand comfortably wrapped in the inside grip. The attackers began to fire, small shots but arrows were flying. The shield was suddenly covering me from head to foot; the bullets and arrows simply ‘pinging’ and falling harmlessly to the deck.

The mass of attackers was now twenty yards away as I leaned over to light the cannon. I touched the fuse with a lit taper, raised my hands to my ears. My shield remained on my arm as I took my left hand out of the grip. There was a tremendous roar, flash and smoke. The big gun shot backwards but I knew by the silence that it had done its work. With my shield still covering me, although now it was much smaller and more mobile, I set off through the destruction to find and free my shipmates.

Saturday 23 November 2024

There was yellowish light all around me, and I couldn’t even tell where it was coming from. The color varied from extremely pale to dirty mustard to warning-light yellow, but none of it was golden yellow. It swirled like smoke, fog, or clouds, and there was a pungent scent to it.

I heard voices and began to move towards them. The yellow smoke opened to reveal a series of dirty yellow buildings and soldiers wearing light yellow uniforms moving about. There was extreme tension in the air; the faces of the soldiers and officers were hard. No one looked at me, but there was movement to get everyone into the buildings or into caves and shelters.

I found myself walking against the flow of soldiers and suddenly arrived at what I knew to be a headquarters building. It was unguarded. I let myself in, and the passageways were illuminated by yellow lights in the ceilings. I came to a heavy set of double doors with security locks, but as I walked forward, an audible ‘click’ let me know to go forward into what was clearly a control room.

Inside there was the same yellow light, and the walls were lined with computer screens full of yellow maps, text and symbols. Everyone I saw was in officer’s uniforms and dress hats, all in shades of yellow.

In the center of the control room were ten or fifteen of the most senior officers huddled around a round table. At the center of that group sat the most senior one present, and he was holding a control box with five thumb-operated knobs in a vertical row. In the yellow light I could not make out any features but only eyes and mouths. The yellow light seemed to gather itself around us like a dense dirty blanket.

I heard the senior one say, “Begin the count!” and in the group around the table there were orders, codes and confirming codes being given and acknowledged. Suddenly I had a horrible vision of what was about to happen: They were going to detonate a massive nuclear device in the United States. In my vision I saw all their plans and preparations, all their simulations, all their computer graphics of the detonation. I started to speak, “Lord …” but a small finger pressed itself to my lips, and I went silent, watching the unfolding horror.

Counting down from five, the senior one was pressing each toggle knob, and with each one the yellow light became heavier. He got to “one” and my blood ran cold. He pressed it – they all were staring at their screens and satellite imagery to witness the explosion – and nothing happened! The senior one screamed “Again!” and mashed the last button again.

Then I heard the Lord speak. The room seemed to shake, the yellow light became white and clear. All the faces I saw were frozen in fear at the sound of His voice:

            NO!

It was like thunder, and then He gave a command:

            Now this is your time!

I watched the senior one put his thumb on the last knob and press it one more time. The room, all the people and everything in it, everything surrounding it, and all the buildings were at Ground Zero of the detonation. There was a blinding light, a thunderclap of fury, and I was pulled up and backwards by my collar, flying away faster than light itself.

Tuesday 20 August 2024

I found myself in a long. sequential pair of dreams, with sharp detail.

I was in a control room of sorts, but I did not recognize any of the surroundings or locations. Yet there was a very bad feeling all around. In the center of the room was a large, rectangular box, about four feet high, six feet wide and two feet thick. It appeared to be made of solid black material, edged with aluminum struts on all sides; there were large bundles of wires running from the box to the various consoles around the room. I heard voices explaining – as though they were talking to a senior officer – “We encapsulated the sensitive electronics so they would never be able to get to them.”

Suddenly I was given a vision, like an X-ray, of the box, which contained hundreds of electronic components, boards and connectors. The vision also revealed a flaw: that with the application of a specific chemical, the black material would be liquified and made to flow out, so the electronics could be worked on. So, I knew already there were lies being told – the box could be opened, and the sensitive electronics inside could be compromised.

I could now see that most of the people in the control room were military personnel wearing uniforms, and I recognized them by their insignia. The flags on the walls were Iranian.

Suddenly chaos erupted and there was near panic. Something was going terribly wrong, and the large situational display screens switched to a wide-angle view of Tehran.

I watched with horror as a tactical nuclear weapon detonated in the middle of this beautiful city. A single plume of ugly black smoke rose to a mushroom cloud over the city. There was screaming in the control room, “How did this happen? They lied to us!”

The scene faded and I found myself in a US Navy shipyard. I was there as an inspector or investigator, and I was with two other Navy officers. We were on high alert and the tension was all over us. We knew we could trust each other absolutely, but everyone else was suspect, and everywhere we went there were suspicious stares and nasty comments aimed at us.

We had been given evidence of massive corruption, treason and a complete breakdown of Naval order. Ships, squadrons and crews had been compromised and were engaged in horrible operations. We were walking down piers where huge warships were tied up. As one of my trusted officers was reading some of the confidential notes that we were to investigate it flashed in my mind, “A Navy ship like this,” (a massive guided-missile frigate), “…could have easily launched a tactical nuke into downtown Tehran and jammed all their supposedly untouchable electronic protection systems.”

We arrived at a pier where an aircraft carrier was docked, and a supply vessel moored next to it. We went aboard the carrier and made our way to an access panel on the starboard side. It was about four feet square, hinged along the bottom, with four locking metal latches across the top. It was mechanically controlled, and we had the access codes which we entered. The latches flipped open, and the hatch swung down, revealing a mass of switches, electronics and computer connection ports. “This is like a airliners black box,” someone was saying, “We can read all the details of the last deployment.”

As we began to plug in and read the data, the air around us became very cold very quickly. The electronics began to shut down, and without warning, the hatch began to close. We jumped back, our cables had been snapped as the hatch clanged shut. The locking latches snapped shut forcefully.

“What was that?” someone asked.

“Someone, or some ones do not want us to get into this data.”

The officer to my right tried again to enter the codes to re-open it. The latches flipped open again for a moment but then snapped shut immediately.

“You’ve got the tools now,” he said to me. I knew what had to be done. There was a series of special screws that secured the entire hatch assembly to the ship, and I had in my bag a specialized tool with two prongs and a clip to remove them.

As I was removing the screws – there were twenty or so, and each one required several minutes to remove – another officer had pulled up a screen showing some of the interior layouts of the carrier. We stared in shock as we could see that some of the interior spaces had been modified – not to carry planes or armaments, but cargo and contraband.

Another screen showed the supply vessel alongside, and it, too, had been covertly modified to carry weapons, money and people.

Heaviness and danger settled around us. It was clear that US Naval vessels had been compromised and had been involved in illegal operations, and we were just scratching the surface.

“We need to get out of here, right now!” said someone, and we were making out way through crowded piers and docks as the dream ended.