Prophetic Dream: Wave upon Wave

girl_floatingHere is another confirmation of Linda Clay’s post, Prophetic Dream: Supernatural Protection from Sudden Disaster. November 20, 2014, I recorded my first dream of the previous evening: I was in the ocean, either standing on the ocean floor in water to my shoulders, or vertically floating, toes skimming the sand beneath. The sea was quite calm.

Suddenly the ocean began to change. Wave upon wave came from behind me with no warning, much faster than is natural, and each wave lifted me higher. For example, a three-foot swell had time to drop back only a foot on the far side before the next one hit, for a net gain of 2 feet. At first they were all swells, but the swells soon gave way to waves that crested. Each wave was bigger, taller, stronger than the one before. It didn’t take long before I was floating, still vertical, in 50 feet of water, looking up at a way-beyond-massive wave curling over my head that must have been at least 70 to 100 feet or more tall. (No measurement was given me in my dream, but as I wrote it down, the thought came that it was no more than 120 feet.)

It too came crashing down on top of my head, with enough force that by all rights I should have been pile-driven up to my neck into the ocean floor. But even though this gargantuan wall of water crashed on top of me with a deafening roar, I was supernaturally lifted up within it to then ride the top of the wave, just as before the very first swell, and I was not hurt in the slightest. My hair didn’t even get wet.

There were other people too, but they were not a focal point in my dream. I saw very few in the ocean, both before and during the swells and smaller waves, maybe up to 10 feet, before they were hidden from my view by the larger ones. They were not evil, not spirits. I was not distressed about them. In fact, I was not distressed at any time in the ocean; I was filled with supernatural peace. “We’ve got to get to shore!,” I called out to the people after the unusual tsunami had passed.

Then the scene changed, and I was indoors. I wondered if I had been deposited there by the wave, and I wondered if the house was underwater. Downstairs in a two-story home, I saw that something was happening with invisible force. There were other people with me there, too, and again they were not evil and not a focal point. Feeling urgency in my spirit, I saw dry sand burying the staircase that I stood near, as if sand was being brought in and deposited by invisible waves. I could not tell where the sand came from; it just kept getting higher and higher.

Although I didn’t see any of the people in the house, I called out to them, “We’ve got to go up!” I knew that some of them had been with me in the ocean, and others were already in the house before we got there. They had been relaxing and enjoying themselves on the TV sofa or in other pursuits, oblivious to the tidal wave danger outside. The downstairs level grew increasingly dark as the sand piled up, but the upstairs level was light. As I climbed up, over the shifting, sloping sand, pulling myself on the oak handrail as if pulling my legs out of quicksand, I woke up.


That November morning, I thought the dream meant that the Holy Spirit would lift me higher and higher in His power and new giftings. I didn’t think about it terribly much other than in awe and gratitude, and did not initially ask God for an interpretation. (That was dumb!!)

God has been prompting me to go through my journal and post things as He leads me. (Some will appear here and some at When I read Linda’s post in bed last night, the Spirit reminded me of this dream, and impressed on me to post it. It hadn’t crossed my mind much in six months, but last night I felt that He was telling me the ocean part of my dream is a declaration of God’s promise to keep His holy people safe supernaturally, even in impossible situations. (À la Psalm 91, and in confirmation of Linda’s dream.)

The house represents an hourglass, whose bottom half is rapidly filling with dry sand. Time is almost out! The base level of the house, where most of the people were, represents the base level of God’s people. It is that part of us that cares more about comfort and fun than things of the Spirit or being righteous. The upper level of the house – brightly illuminated – represents the spirit level of God’s righteous people, being called by the Holy Spirit.

Even though we have God’s protection, we also still have to act for ourselves – and others – in some situations, like when I yelled out to them, “We’ve got to go up!” This will take wisdom and discernment as well as brawn and bravery if we are to be the over-comers and conquerors (Revelation 2 and 3). Remember, He has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind.

The cloying aspects of the sand, like quicksand, are evil’s attempts to hold on to us and keep us trapped until we can be killed. The wooden handrail provided the only way to reach the light, symbolizing the secure cross of Christ, which was extended to each of us, as God Himself stretched to bridge the gap between He and we. We cannot free ourselves of the evil unless we firmly grasp ahold of it with both hands. No turning back. Those who can’t bother to stir themselves to make the difficult journey upward, preferring instead to enjoy their fleshly pleasures, will be left behind and consumed by the growing, spreading evil.

Keep moving toward the Light!

Debra Walker

Author: Debra Walker

Debra Walker enjoyed dreams and visions from God beginning at some pre-school age without knowing it. (She was told that she “daydreamed.”) After turning her back on Him as a prodigal teenager, she finally paid attention as He persistently wooed her back to Himself. She heard the true gospel and gave her life to Christ again in 1991. Her fire for God quickly faded, and it wasn’t until a few short years ago, when she realized how many times He had supernaturally saved her life, that she began to get serious about having a relationship with Him. Praise and thank God for His mercy! She is actively involved in intercessory prayer, writing for the Lord, and small prayer & Bible study groups. The photo dates from 1999, but is her favorite.

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Linda Hasche
August 1, 2015 3:18 AM

The Holy Spirit continues to confirm through the body of Christ. It’s so good for ALL to bring with the Holy Spirit reveals. Together, we get a better picture of what the Spirit is saying to the church.

Linda Hasche
August 1, 2015 3:16 AM

Thank you, Ryan

Ryan Chantana
Ryan Chantana
July 28, 2015 1:49 AM

Debra & Linda: glad to hear the confirmations of the Holy Spirit, more dreams by Joe Sweet can downloaded from his website:

Linda Hasche
July 27, 2015 11:23 PM

WOW, Ryan. Amazing how the Holy Spirit continues to confirm things. As we bring what we are shown together, we get a “bigger picture”. Your post reminded me of a dream (or vision?) I had last year, that goes along with many others who had dreams/visions about Russia attacking the United States:
I was either almost awake or alseep, I don’t know. Suddenly I had a vision (dream?) flash of a Huge Bear Roaring and lashing out with it’s claws in anger. I had a shiver go throughout my whole body and was wide awake at that time.
Interpretation: Russia WILL be lashing out . . .an attack IS imminent. . and it WILL happen.

Ryan Chantana
Ryan Chantana
July 27, 2015 3:20 AM
Here’s one of Joe Sweet’s dreams taken from his free e-book “Resurrection of the USA” DIVE DEEP INTO THE WATER (HOW TO PROSPER DURING ECONOMIC JUDGMENT IN THE USA) DREAM: I found myself walking along the bank of a beautiful lake to my left. To my right was a wonderful expanse of open green grass with a few trees sprinkled near the bank of the lake. There were beautiful amber colored leaves from the trees on the ground. As I was walking, looking down at the grass in front of me, I saw a rainbow trout that had been caught; presumably by a fisherman at the lake. This trout had been abandoned on the grassy bank of the lake and had dried out so that it looked almost like jerky. I walked a little farther and then saw a small pile of rainbow trout. There were three or four of them that had also been caught and left on the bank to dry out until they looked like jerky. As I continued walking I then came upon a rainbow trout lying on the bank of the lake that had been recently caught. It was still fresh and wet from the lake. Then I looked to my right and saw a blanket that was spread on the grass, near this recently caught fish, as if there had been a person previously sitting on it. Next to the blanket was an abandoned fishing pole. I then looked into the lake water and saw that it was teeming with thousands of beautiful rainbow trout. I was puzzled as to why people would catch fish and then just abandon them. I thought it was strange that no one was at this lake fishing. I thought I should go get my five children and bring… Read more »
Cherie MIller
Cherie MIller
July 26, 2015 8:35 AM

I love the reference to the two conversational voices in this Psalm. The security of the believer even if harm should come reaffirms our faith. The merging of the spiritual and physical signs are increasing dramatically, and I am pleased to see that on Tish B’av there is an architectural drawing of the third temple released. What a signpost…Thank you for affirming the Church Lord…Maranatha