Over the past ten years, I have had a few dreams about our nation and our city being attacked by the enemy. It wasn’t until I started reading about other people having very similar dreams that I began to wonder if these dreams were from the Lord to warn us. I have hesitated to share them because they can be quite scary. At first, I found myself actually trying to prepare mentally for something like this to happen, but I have come to the conclusion, I don’t know if we can prepare mentally for something like this, so I have focused on prayer and reading scriptures to find comfort.
On the morning of September 13, 2019 I dreamt that my daughter and I were walking by the side of a street, on the grass as there was no sidewalk. Then we saw a dark colored utility van pull over on the side of the road in front of an intersection. Then a big guy of middle eastern descent jumped out and opened the side door of the van. He was laughing the entire time as he strapped on a rocket launcher and proceeded to shoot black missiles all around causing great chaos and destruction. Several times, he looked directly at us, laughing the entire time. While he was shooting missiles into buildings, several other groups of men with machine guns and hand guns were shooting people who were trying to flee in their cars or running away. As in my previous dream several years earlier, I knew in my spirit that the enemy had taken over the airports and all major roads coming in and out of the city.
I looked around and realized we had nowhere to run, so we laid down on the grass to avoid getting hit by the missiles and bullets. We were laying on the ground face up and I had my arm around my daughter with her head tucked under my arm pit.
After a short time, the man launching the missiles walked over to us and said to me, “Prepare to die.” He then placed a gun on my right temple and pulled the trigger. A moment before he pulled the trigger, I looked up to the sky beyond his face and saw a MULTITUDE of faces in the sky looking down upon the scene. I saw them from the chest up and they were all wearing white. In my spirit, I knew these were the faces of people who had been martyred previously. They had a look of concern, but not fear.
At the same time, Revelation 6:9-11 came to my mind, “When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, ‘How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?’ Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the number of their fellow servants and brothers who were to be killed as they had been was completed.”
In those very few moments before he pulled the trigger, I knew they were not killing the young girls as they were intending to use them as sex slaves. I wanted to tell my daughter to stay courageous, but I never got the words out. I felt no fear for me, but felt horrible about what my daughter would be facing.
As with everything else you read or hear, please take it to the Lord. In a previous dream I had, the Lord told me three times, “PRAY, PRAY, PRAY!!”
Author: Kate P
Kate P grew up in a Christian home, in a small town in the Midwest. Her primary spiritual gifts are intercessory prayer and encouragement. She and her husband have one daughter and two amazingly adorable cats.
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