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I keep having these reoccurring dreams about the end of the world.
The first one was close to the beginning of the year, I think. I remember watching the news and the reporters were announcing the apocalypse. The said all of this while doing a poor job of hiding the panic that filled their eyes. Everyone was like this. My family was going outside to pack into a van. As I was getting in, I looked up and saw the sky. The clouds darkened and swirled, then started to form words from God. It was written like scriptures, telling us to leave and go to a hill where the innocent will be saved and the sinners condemned.
I told Zeke about it, only to find out that Jackie had the exact same dream only a couple of days before. I talked to her about it. It was EXACTLY the same, only from a different perspective. The scriptures in the sky formed by clouds, the news reports, packing into a van, the hill, everything exact, just from her view. How do you explain that?
Since then, I've had a few quick flashes of continuations in other dreams.
Last night was a longer one.
This one was different, I'm not exactly sure if it was the end of the world or what was causing it, but the weather was going absolutely insane and so was pretty much everything else (phones, electricity, people etc.) My family and I were looking for somewhere to go. We were in a car this time. As we drove around, I saw people on the street who had gone mad with the reality of what was happening. Other people were gathering their families and packing into bomb shelters. We passed by my house and I thought of my dog. "We have to go back and get Sandy" My parents said no, because of time and other issues. I remember going crazy at the idea of leaving her behind: kicking the seat, screaming, cursing, and then breaking into loud sobs. They looked at each other, stopped the car and reversed to my house. Since the electricity didn't work, and my garage is the only way to get into my house from the outside, I looked at the windows. One had been left a crack open. I lifted it up, pushed the screen. I think other windows had been broken because of the insane weather. Everything had been thrown around inside. I got so happy to see my dog that I didn't even notice how badly injured she was. I tried to get her to jump through the window that I had come in through, but she couldn't do it. I looked at her legs and they were all bloody. She had gotten hit from everything that had been flying around. The window was just too high for her to get through. Then, she looked at me and said, "It would take a miracle of God to get me through there." Just then, on her back, there formed small wings that lifted her a bit. I looked at her, "look, look, it is a miracle, you're meant to come" She almost made it, but fell and laid on my living room floor. I wouldn’t accept it. I grabbed her and was struggling to pull her through...
Then my dad came in and woke me up...
The first one was close to the beginning of the year, I think. I remember watching the news and the reporters were announcing the apocalypse. The said all of this while doing a poor job of hiding the panic that filled their eyes. Everyone was like this. My family was going outside to pack into a van. As I was getting in, I looked up and saw the sky. The clouds darkened and swirled, then started to form words from God. It was written like scriptures, telling us to leave and go to a hill where the innocent will be saved and the sinners condemned.
I told Zeke about it, only to find out that Jackie had the exact same dream only a couple of days before. I talked to her about it. It was EXACTLY the same, only from a different perspective. The scriptures in the sky formed by clouds, the news reports, packing into a van, the hill, everything exact, just from her view. How do you explain that?
Since then, I've had a few quick flashes of continuations in other dreams.
Last night was a longer one.
This one was different, I'm not exactly sure if it was the end of the world or what was causing it, but the weather was going absolutely insane and so was pretty much everything else (phones, electricity, people etc.) My family and I were looking for somewhere to go. We were in a car this time. As we drove around, I saw people on the street who had gone mad with the reality of what was happening. Other people were gathering their families and packing into bomb shelters. We passed by my house and I thought of my dog. "We have to go back and get Sandy" My parents said no, because of time and other issues. I remember going crazy at the idea of leaving her behind: kicking the seat, screaming, cursing, and then breaking into loud sobs. They looked at each other, stopped the car and reversed to my house. Since the electricity didn't work, and my garage is the only way to get into my house from the outside, I looked at the windows. One had been left a crack open. I lifted it up, pushed the screen. I think other windows had been broken because of the insane weather. Everything had been thrown around inside. I got so happy to see my dog that I didn't even notice how badly injured she was. I tried to get her to jump through the window that I had come in through, but she couldn't do it. I looked at her legs and they were all bloody. She had gotten hit from everything that had been flying around. The window was just too high for her to get through. Then, she looked at me and said, "It would take a miracle of God to get me through there." Just then, on her back, there formed small wings that lifted her a bit. I looked at her, "look, look, it is a miracle, you're meant to come" She almost made it, but fell and laid on my living room floor. I wouldn’t accept it. I grabbed her and was struggling to pull her through...
Then my dad came in and woke me up...