This is the fifth dream in a series of seven prophetic dreams that I received in 2003. This is a continuation of the first four so if you missed those, please see my two previous posts for dreams 1-3 and dream 4.
In this dream, it felt like it was about 4-6 months after the collapse and the west coast of the United States had been invaded by the Chinese military. I saw Chinese soldiers in parts of California and in other areas on the western side of the Rocky Mountains. They never made it over the Rockies. The U.S. marines and military bases had fought them off, forcing them to leave in defeat but some Chinese defectors stayed behind to try to carve out their own kingdom because China had collapsed too and they had nothing to go back to.
In the aftermath of the collapse and invasion, I saw lots of destruction and very bad times everywhere. Many people died and many others were starving to death. It was a terrible time. The ones who suffered the most were those who had foolishly ignored all the warnings and were caught unprepared when the systems all collapsed.
All our modern conveniences were gone so it was like living back in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. There were no cars, no electricity, no Internet, no stores, no hospitals, no money or any of the things we now take for granted, so everyone had to make their own stuff and grow their own food, or do without.
I saw a group of survivors who had banded together to support one another and grow their food. Everyone was learning how to survive which required joining with others they could trust. Otherwise they had no chance of surviving and many didn’t.
I saw another group of about 10-12 families that included different races. They were living in very primitive conditions in tents and little huts they had constructed on small plots of land, but then one of the Chinese defectors who had stayed behind, armed with guns and other weapons, took their land and made himself a warlord figure. The Americans were unable to defend themselves because they had no weapons so they were easily conquered and controlled. The Chinese defectors allowed the Americans to live on the land on the condition that they gave one third of their crops to the warlord. They were also required to display a round token made of tin and about the size of a dinner plate to show they were under his ‘protection’ and had his permission to live and farm there.
I watched as a group of three or four drunk Chinese soldiers raced their horses into this little settlement. They laughed as they trampled down the gardens of one family whose plot of land was at the entryway to the community. It was like early summer so the plants were still young and tender and the horse hooves destroyed everything in their gardens. The Chinese soldiers enjoyed humiliating the Americans and did not care that by trampling their gardens, this man and his family would probably starve to death.
In front of the tent where this family lived there was a small fire with a cook pot hanging over it and some logs positioned around the fire to sit on. I saw the man standing in front of his tent in a helpless rage as the soldiers destroyed his gardens. His wife was sitting on one of the logs in front of the fire with her hands covering her face because she was weeping. Her little children clung to her in fear. The man clutched a hoe in his hands and gripped it fiercely. He was filled with hate and desperately wanted to strike back to try to stop the soldiers but knew if he did he would be killed instantly and his family would either starve to death or be shot along with him.
I felt his agony and hatred and helplessness, he was filled with guilt and shame and blamed himself for being a coward for not fighting back but he wasn’t a coward.. it took every bit of strength in him to not attack the soldiers or try to stop them.
After the soldiers had their fun mocking the Americans they rode off laughing. After they were gone, the other families came running immediately to this man and woman. These others were too afraid to stand up to the soldiers but came running the moment they left. They knew this family would starve because any of their plants that survived would have to be turned over to the warlord. Otherwise, they would be banished to the desert or killed. So these other farmers freely agreed to help this family with food so they would not starve through the winter. This was very generous as everyone was already on short rations and they all knew sharing their food meant less for them and their families, but they were committed to helping one another because they knew it was the best way for all of them to survive. I knew they were honest and would keep their promise to this man and his family and in return he would work overtime to help them with their crops.
I woke up from this dream just heart broken and filled with terrible sadness. I think this dream shows another important key to surviving after the collapse. Just as my previous dream showed that we must get out of the cities, this dream shows that we must join together with people we can trust to help each other through the coming hard times because we won’t be able to make it on our own.
I received two more dreams after this showing more details of events happening after the collapse. Here are links to the other dreams in this series:
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