Z3er LoriQ shared the following dream regarding future events in the United States. I’m sharing it because it confirms many scriptural prophecies and what God has revealed to me. (Daniel 11:39, Jeremiah 50:1-3, 50:8-13, 51:6-8, Revelation 18:2-3)
Like the other dream I shared previously, I received this dream during the first week of June, 2014, two nights after the first dream. Nothing special happened that day. I read my Bible and went to bed around 11 p.m. I fell into a deep sleep and a long dream began.
I was in my trailer house in the Vail Valley on an eerily dark night. Around 9 p.m., I heard a knock on the front door. It was two FBI agents, a man and a woman, both in their thirties. They were going door to door asking people to evacuate their homes. I asked why, but before they answered I looked to the east where a mountain ridge sits and saw the LARGEST BLACK DRAGON ENGULFING THE ENTIRE SKY. It was ENORMOUS!
This dragon took up the entire eastern horizon. The mountain range with peaks 14,000 feet high were inconsequential next to this behemoth. I was stunned. I hurriedly ran back into my trailer when I realized there was an incredibly large contingent of army and air force soldiers amassing outside my door. I heard men giving instructions to their subordinates. I heard the whirl of helicopter blades, tanks, humvees and all sorts of military machinery amassing outside to try and take down this beast. The lights from all this machinery were flashing and whirring as all these different military factions were communicating. I also heard planes flying overhead. It sounded like organized chaos.
Suddenly, everything inside my trailer and outside the trailer went pitch black. It was so black there was NO LIGHT. NONE. There was an ABSENCE OF LIGHT. And all sound went dead. I began to panic, but there was an angelic entity with me and they opened a curtain. I peered behind the curtain and saw rows upon rows upon rows of clear light angelic beings in military formation. Each of them held what I can only describe as a “light sabre” (from Star Wars), ready to do battle.
I was transported to a major American metropolitan area with a very large hispanic population. I believe I was shown the hispanic population to give me an idea of where I was, for location’s sake only, in the southwestern region. I knew it was not California because it felt more like Las Vegas or perhaps Phoenix/Mesa/Tucson due to the high desert surroundings, and there was no ocean around. I was in a large high-end shopping mall with many hispanic people milling around, enjoying their weekend.
Everything was okay until I saw ash falling outside. I ran to find my car and saw inches of ash had already fallen. People in the parking lot were starting to become upset. Chaos ensued as people were running around like dogs chasing their tails.
I started calmly walking to what I thought was a place of safety. As I was walking, a large group of young, frightened hispanics asked me what they should do. I looked at them and said, “Follow me. There is a large underground maintenance shop under the mall. We will be safe there.”
They agreed and we started running to the entrance. As a few of us ran down the stairs, the doors to the maintenance shop flew open as these poor maintenance workers were coughing and choking as a cloud of ash followed them out the door, so we all turned around and ran back up the stairs.
Again they asked me what to do. I saw the mountains in the background so I instructed them to run to the hills for cover. They did.
I walked back to my car, and miraculously it started. I pulled out onto the main road but the traffic was HORRENDOUS. GRIDLOCK! Bad move. Then the ash started coming down harder, faster, thicker. I didn’t see where it was coming from, but I don’t necessarily think it was volcanic. It might have been nuclear or from some other type of man-made weapon.
Everywhere I looked, people were stuck in traffic, like sitting ducks for what was coming next.
I knew I was in the Nevada desert, north of Las Vegas. It was extremely quiet with nothing moving, nothing breathing, nothing even existing. It was TOTAL DESOLATION and I knew it was the complete destruction of the western half of the United States. Obliteration. Nothing alive. Animals and birds were silent. There were no cars on the road. There were no people mulling around. NOTHING. It was as if a series of bombs had gone off and the complete ruination of the western half of the United States had come to fruition.
For some reason, I was on the side of an asphalt road, by myself. I was unscathed, alive, BY MYSELF. All of a sudden, out of the blue, a pickup truck approached and stopped next to me. The driver was a white male with curly golden ringlets that framed his alabaster face. He had piercing blue eyes and his voice was melodic and comforting. I got in. No conversation. We drove for a hundred or so miles and came across another survivor, a man, in his thirties with dark brown hair. He seemed dazed and confused. I felt the same. He got in and we drove hundreds of miles more in complete silence, but not uncomfortable silence. The two of us who were picked up were more in a state of disbelief and shock. Out the window, we saw DESOLATION. There was nothing out there just charred remnants of a past that would never be seen again.
We finally arrived in an area around the Nevada/Utah border, near Wendover, Utah. The golden, curly-haired man pulled up to a parking lot and we saw two other “DRIVERS,” God’s Arch Angels, had found and gathered approximately twenty to thirty survivors across the west! Think about this: Out of 100 to 150 million people in the western half of th USA, only 20 to 30 have been found alive in the southwest region. I was among them but I didn’t know why.
As we got out of the pickup, the three “DRIVERS” gathered the 30 survivors (Remnant) so they could instruct us from that moment forward. The golden, curly-haird angel (for some reason, I want to call him GABRIEL) began to speak. He asked us to look over to the canal of water and asked us how deep we thought the water was that was covering a blue pickup on the bottom of the canal. Several of us guessed three feet deep, but he answered, “NO! It is 12 feet deep.”
He then told us, “EVERYTHING IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS. STAY CLOSE TO GOD”.
We all nodded somberly. His last words to us were, “STUDY THE BOOK OF DANIEL. STUDY THE BOOK OF REVELATION”.
Our group of 30 survivors were now in a small strip of land in northern Idaho (perhaps Sandpoint or Hope, Idaho). It was a Safe Zone for all of God’s Remnant. The feeling I got was that around five thousand to ten thousand remnant people had survived and were now ensconced in this Safe Zone. There were rules, however. We could go to town and shop for food, mingle, have a meal, visit with others, but ONLY during daylight hours. We were required to be in our respective homes before dark.
I lived with at least ten other people in a beautiful brick mansion. I saw all of us in the house when the sun went down, mulling around, some cooking, others laughing. My job was to go around the mansion and MAKE SURE that ALL DOORS AND WINDOWS WERE LOCKED.
Then I was in an area I will call a sun room, ensuring all doors and windows were closed. It was dark and the moon was large. As I was checking a double-paned window (ALL WINDOWS HAD TO BE DOUBLE PANED FOR SOME REASON), I saw a demon looking at me, leering at me, waiting for me to mess up and leave a door or window unlocked. This scared me. He was on all fours, like a critter skittering against the side of the house. I saw his demonic face very clearly. It reminded me of the old 1980’s movie, Lost Boys – particularly Kiefer Sutherland. Our world was covered and infested with these demons who were openly hunting humans.
There was much to digest with this dream. I saw the western half of the USA obliterated, perhaps due to nuclear weapons, volcanic eruptions, so perhaps some other type of weapons. It was catastrophic and much panic and chaos. When the dust settled, there were NOT a whole lot of survivors. Very few, in fact. And those few were watched over by very powerful angels of God. I also got the feeling that all of this was happening soon, not too far in the future.
Author: James Bailey
James Bailey is a blogger, business owner, husband and father of two grown children. In 1982, he surrendered his life to the Lord Jesus Christ. In 2012, he founded Z3news.com to broadcast the message of salvation by reporting end time news before it happens.
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