My teenage son Reid has received several prophetic dreams warning of military conflicts coming to America. Three of his dreams are summarized below.
In the first dream, he saw an all black helicopter land in the parking lot of a nearby grocery store. The soldiers appeared to be American, wearing all black uniforms. They ran in formation from their landing zone all the way to our house. They entered our house without a word, jogging through, up the stairs, through the hall, then back down and out of the house. They then went back to their helicopter without ever saying a word. That was the end of the dream.
In the second dream, Reid looked up into the night sky and saw Russian military planes flying overhead. The planes were clearly marked. He began seeing lots of men parachute out, all dressed in black. It seemed as though they were Russian Spetsnaz. They disconnected from their parachutes and ran down towards the hill away from our property towards the farm below. Then a black package came down and landed in the meadow, right next to the woods. It had a red blinking light on it. That was the end of the dream.
In his third dream, he was outside on our porch when he saw a U.S. Army drone stuck in a big oak tree, which is in front of our house. Then, he saw about one thousand American soldiers wearing desert fatigues. He knew they had come from another battle front so quickly they did not have time to change uniforms. They were urgently called back home to protect America.
He saw Jeeps and even a tank. Then a general arrived in one of the Jeeps. The soldiers were setting up barriers.
Up in the sky an Air Force plane was dropping supplies by parachute. Soldiers were grabbing the supplies, which included ammo and grenades, and breaking open the boxes the get the ammo. He knew they were preparing to fight against an enormous black misty figure, which had claws and was very evil.
Then two hot-air balloons, red in color, came by and four soldiers repelled out of each balloon following ropes down to the ground.
He knew his parents and some other people were inside of his house, sitting in the kitchen. He knew his mother was concerned that the soldiers would come after her because of an action she had taken, prior to their arrival.
Then the scene changed. Reid and I were standing on a cement pier watching a U.S.Coast Guard helicopter coming towards the pier. Then this same evil black misty creature came up out of the ocean and caused the helicopter to crash into the sea. The pilot quickly got out an inflatable boat to try and escape as the helicopter was dragged below the surface of the water. He was wearing a yellow life jacket and trying to get to the boat, but the evil black thing began pulling him down below the surface of the water. He was struggling to swim toward us as fast as he could, but he was being overtaken by this evil black thing.
Then Reid saw me kneeling down on the pier, extending my hand as far as I could to reach the hand of the pilot, but I could not reach him because he was being pulled under. Then he threw us his military knife and yelled out to me, “YOU HAVE TO FINISH WHAT I CANNOT FINISH!”
I caught the knife just as he was dragged under. We looked at the knife and saw the Green Beret logo, a skull with a knife in his mouth and these words inscribed: “De Oppresso Liber” (to liberate the oppressed).
Then the scene switched back to the scene at our house. Reid was now inside the house looking out the window. He saw all of our soldiers were dead, except for one. Even the General was dead. All the Jeeps were flipped over. There were bullet casings everywhere. Reid and I ran outside to the one lone soldier still alive. His face and body were covered with blood. At first, the soldier thought Reid was the enemy. Even though he was dying, he pushed himself to attack Reid.
Reid exclaimed, “I’m sorry I passed your gate!”
He was referring to a barbed wire gate, which had a skull and crossbones attached. The soldier raised his knife and began to cry out pitifully for his mom. He looked to be about nineteen years old. He then looked at Reid and handed him his knife and said, “YOU HAVE TO FINISH WHAT I CANNOT FINISH!”
The knife had a wooden handle with brass screws in the wood. He said it looked exactly like my old Chicago Cutlery kitchen knife.
Right then, the black mist came and began dragging away the soldier as he cried out, “NO!’
We knew he died. We went back into our house. I was wondering if I had caused all this because the black thing was after me. He really wanted to kill me, but he could not.
We walked outside to the hill where we have herbs and flowers planted. Under this hill was a small hidden lair with a wooden bed and a dog bed too. I went into the lair to shut myself up in there. Then Reid came out there too and said, “My mom is a wolf!”
He thought this was cool, but I said, “This is not cool.”
We were both dressed exactly alike, wearing a white shirt, blue jeans and black leather jackets. All of a sudden, the underground lair rose up out of the ground and we were both transformed into wolf-like figures. My younger son, Sam, was standing by the lair, holding the door open.
Reid rubbed his head. Then I said, “Let’s go get this thing!”
Author: Michele Burdo
Michele Burdo, along with her husband Tony, are a music duo that have performed and shared the stage with many people in the Christian Music Industry including: Randy Stonehill, Phil Driscoll, Russ Taff, Phil Keaggy, Steven Curtis Chapman, Michael W. Smith, the Newsboys, Delirious, and many others. They are published songwriters with BMI and have had the opportunity to record and perform their songs throughout all of North America. Together they have served as Worship Leaders at various ministries. Their music can be found on: iTunes Apple Music, Spotify, and YouTube. You can also like them on FaceBook at facebook.com/BurdoMusic.
Many of Michele’s lyrics are inspired from prophetic dreams and supernatural encounters with the Lord. She has a passion for communicating with others about the deep things of God.
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