I have two dreams so far corresponding to a future event where I was given a date in one dream and a time in the other.
In the first dream I was in a whorehouse. No joke! Please read on. There were families there; men, women and children. Food was being served. I got up from the table to look around. There was art hanging on the walls. I walked into another room that was filled with nothing but art. I looked at the one closest to me and it was a painting of a trumpet. Not a biblical trumpet but a modern trumpet. I didn't look at anything else but instead left the building with my family. I was rolling a tire (???) as we were walking away. A man passed me heading the other way and said to me "67 days until the revolution".
When I woke up I calculated the day to be April 29, 2013.. next Monday as I write this. It has been heavy on my mind since.
Last night I dreamed I was walking through the countryside. I came to a farm where I saw an old friend that I haven't seen or heard from in 30 years. We walked together passed two high piles of "coke" which is a form of charcoal used in blast furnaces to melt iron and steel. As we walked we came to a cabinet that had a shotgun in it. My friend took the gun and two friendly dogs that were there. As we walked on, two yellow and black falcons circled overhead, flying in perfect formation next to one another. My friend did all he could to kill the falcons but they couldn't be killed (or he was a horrible shot. Not sure...). We returned to the farm to be greeted by the owner. He was holding a rather vicious dog on a leash that was trying desperately to get to my friend and I. The owner restrained the dog and was not angry that we had his gun and his two other dogs. He was quite kind to us.
I thanked the owner, said goodbye to the dogs, (not my friend, strangely enough) and went looking for my car, now joined by my wife looking for her car. Her car was parked along a road on a highway heading north. I wanted her to take me back to my car. It was a little after 9 o'clock. I had to hurry to get to where I was going because I told her that the "revolution" begins at 9:30.
These two dreams were vivid. They are disturbing to me. I have never been a prophet and I never want to be! Hope it's just something I ate! I just needed to write this somewhere public with a time stamp on it so that if something does happen on April 29, people won't think I'm insane.
In the first dream I was in a whorehouse. No joke! Please read on. There were families there; men, women and children. Food was being served. I got up from the table to look around. There was art hanging on the walls. I walked into another room that was filled with nothing but art. I looked at the one closest to me and it was a painting of a trumpet. Not a biblical trumpet but a modern trumpet. I didn't look at anything else but instead left the building with my family. I was rolling a tire (???) as we were walking away. A man passed me heading the other way and said to me "67 days until the revolution".
When I woke up I calculated the day to be April 29, 2013.. next Monday as I write this. It has been heavy on my mind since.
Last night I dreamed I was walking through the countryside. I came to a farm where I saw an old friend that I haven't seen or heard from in 30 years. We walked together passed two high piles of "coke" which is a form of charcoal used in blast furnaces to melt iron and steel. As we walked we came to a cabinet that had a shotgun in it. My friend took the gun and two friendly dogs that were there. As we walked on, two yellow and black falcons circled overhead, flying in perfect formation next to one another. My friend did all he could to kill the falcons but they couldn't be killed (or he was a horrible shot. Not sure...). We returned to the farm to be greeted by the owner. He was holding a rather vicious dog on a leash that was trying desperately to get to my friend and I. The owner restrained the dog and was not angry that we had his gun and his two other dogs. He was quite kind to us.
I thanked the owner, said goodbye to the dogs, (not my friend, strangely enough) and went looking for my car, now joined by my wife looking for her car. Her car was parked along a road on a highway heading north. I wanted her to take me back to my car. It was a little after 9 o'clock. I had to hurry to get to where I was going because I told her that the "revolution" begins at 9:30.
These two dreams were vivid. They are disturbing to me. I have never been a prophet and I never want to be! Hope it's just something I ate! I just needed to write this somewhere public with a time stamp on it so that if something does happen on April 29, people won't think I'm insane.
