Dream Journal
Damon and I come to a sub sandwich stand in the early evening (it’s getting dark). There is a very long line to order. We notice that just opposite of this stand is another sub sandwich stand with no line. We go to the stand with no line and wait there until the line for the other stand becomes quite short. We then ran over to the first sandwich stand to order. Christy (a girl from high school) was making the sandwiches, and all she put on mine was a dime-sized piece of meat, a dime-sized piece of vegetable, and a dime-sized piece of cheese; she didn’t even slice the bread in half before putting the ingredients on. I was upset at the meager amount of food and instructed her how to properly make a sub sandwich. She didn’t quite understand, so I took the knife and showed her how to slice the bread, and then I piled on a large amount of ingredients. Her eyes widened in amazement and understanding.
Then Damon and I were driving in my old blue truck through downtown streets: close stoplights and a lot of traffic in the middle of the afternoon. I was driving up a slight hill and the green light turned yellow. I tapped the breaks then slammed the gas to the floor, running the red light. I swerved a few other vehicles, but didn’t hit anything. Damon asked why I did that, and I told him that I didn’t have the time to stop. I drive up to the high school and park up on the sidewalk/entryway instead of the parking lot. I did this so that I could be close to the doors.
It was nighttime again, and I was out near the football field, track, and baseball field. It was purposefully flat ground and all grass. There was a bonfire going, and hundreds and hundreds of young people - both teenagers and college aged students. They were having a jovial party, everyone having a good time. I was very uncomfortable being around them because I felt like something terrible was going to happen. I definitely didn’t want to be a part of it.
All of a sudden, something happened and one hundred of the students had been willingly possessed by the devil. The hundred were very loud and confident and almost bully-like. They all were wearing white shirts with black handwriting on them that said things like “100+”, “100 Chosen Elite”, “The Devil’s Own”, and “Satan’s Elite”. The 100 ‘chosen’ stuck pretty much together, so they were easy to spot. I was scared that I would be harmed for my religious beliefs, so I decided that I needed to leave. Quickly.
I was walking very fast down a row of metal bleachers, and a girl from high school named Delane was sitting alone on a bleacher in front of me. She was dressed in all one color, something very odd for her, and as I passed she asked me “Where’s your God now?” I jumped into my truck, grateful that I had parked illegally so close to the school. I was compelled to go find B and tell him that I loved him, because the last time I told him that was when I was crawling into bed and he was asleep, so he didn’t hear me. And I had to let him know that I loved him before Jesus came back and the tribulation was in full swing.
On the way to find B, I stopped at a lady’s house. The house was pretty small and had a staircase that began at the front door and led up to the bedrooms. This lady was Latino and her mother was living with her. Her mother had a dream the previous night that she had walked down the stairs in the house and the handle of the front door was just a rectangular pull handle instead of the knob that it was supposed to be. She pulled on the handle and the door opened to a room full of sugar. The lady told me that after that dream, her mother keeps asking why the doorknob is wrong and has to sleep with a flour sifter full of sugar next to her bed. The old lady kept asking for sugar while I was there.
I left and ended up at Damon and Dana’s house. They and B were there with me… I was very happy to be able to see and hug B. However, there was a group of the “100 chosen” in the living room. I was in the kitchen sitting on the counter trying to figure out a way to get rid of them without them becoming angry. Damon came into the kitchen and turned into the man who runs the Voice in the Wilderness newsletter/website. I asked him if this was really it, and he enthusiastically said that it was. He then quoted many verses from the book of Revelation concerning the ‘100 elite’ as the first part of the tribulation. He peeked around the corner into the living room, turned around and told me “and there *beautiful!!* I remembered that part from reading the Bible. B then came into the kitchen and asked if this was some sort of sign from God regarding the end times, and both I and the other guy said of course!
The guy turned back into Damon as Dana joined us in the kitchen. She was very mad that they were in her house, while the rest of us were just scared. One of the possessed boys who was very tall came into the kitchen and asked for a glass of water. I gave him one, wanting him to leave. Dana became very upset that he was in her house. She grabbed a kitchen knife and went after him, intending to stab him. She kept saying that if she killed them, then the devil would leave her house and town. She looked obsessed and very determined to kill them all.
She rounded the corner and the boy was now floating horizontally above the kitchen table with his eyes wide open. She drew her knife back to stab him, and a hologram popped up over his body showing her six possible places she could insert the knife - three equally spaced on his side, and three on his abdomen. Damon kept telling her that it was a very, very bad idea to do anything with the knife to this boy, that she didn’t know what kind of wrath she would invoke on herself, that this situation was much bigger than her, that she would only make things worse, not better, and that she would die instead of the boy. He finally talked her out if it. We were all very scared.
Themes: End of the World