I had a dream this past Saturday night, going into Sunday morning. Sunday night, I told my wife I think it might be from God. I wanted to brush it off, but upon waking up, my first instinct in the spirit was to pray for this nation. Also, I don’t remember 99% of my dreams, but I remembered this one.
Also, I had two separate dreams regarding my personal walk with the Lord in the same two-week time frame. One of the dreams came to pass on Monday, when I was in Orlando, celebrating my wife’s birthday.
I don’t have a working TV in my home, nor do I watch it, so this dream couldn’t be from an action movie I’ve seen because I haven’t watched a movie in months, but I did pray for God to do something about abortion and homosexual marriage in this country after seeing a disturbing story on Facebook that night about a woman mocking, smashing a baby and then eating it.
I remember the dream vividly, like a camera seeing multiple vantage points. It started off the coast of New York City at night. I knew it was New York City, like when one watches an action movie.
I saw two sea vessels with men on each side fighting each other. Some American men, who knew what was about to happen, snuck up on one of the vessels, which was occupied by the Russians. These American men were trying to stop what was fixing to happen with this vessel and save the day, like a Jack Bauer or Chuck Norris.
These men were yelling, “We got to stop them!”
They fought the Russians in hand to hand combat, but failed, and many were knocked off the Russian vessel. Then something was launched, and immediately I saw what was launched, a multitude of these things were launched. My view was focused on what was launched, like I became the camera.
I saw the clouds so high, and as this object hit the arc angle, I saw the tall skyscrapers and how lit the city was. Then as it came down, the vantage point zoomed out, and I saw what this thing did. It hit the city, and a hazy grayish ball circulated around the city, and when the ball stopped. No damage was done, but 99% of the lights in the city were out. I saw only one light on, about the 10th floor of a building, and that was it.
Next, I was back on the same sea vessel and saw one man held captive. He was made to look at what they launched this time, and in the dream, somehow I knew this was a nuke. And, when it launched, my perspective changed so I was on the missile, following it as it went up, then down. Once it exploded, I saw a flash. Then I was immediately back on the water, but this time I was off the coast of Maryland.
Just like before, I saw two vessels fighting each other, but this time, the heroes said, “They are targeting Washington D.C.!”
Again they fought and again they failed to stop them. Again they launched something and my perspective was like I was on the missile as it struck and caused the spherical globe ball, hazy grayish thing. Again the lights immediately turned off, but this time, U.S. military back up arrived to help.
Just as the Russians launched the nuke, and it hit D.C., someone from the American military yelled out, “They are off to Boston next. We gotta stop them!”
I somehow knew they were going to be unsuccessful at stopping them. Then I immediately woke up and began to pray for God to have mercy on America.
Author: Matt Smith
Matt Smith received the Lord in 2011, then ran from Him for a few months before returning and has not taken his hand off the plow. Today he is a church musician, minister, and husband. He believes in the saying “Get right church, and lets go home.” He enjoys making others laugh and smile saying, “I don’t need medicated happiness, I come naturally happy.”
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