Dream: Freedoms Lost and Restored (2019)

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Freedoms Lost and Restored

 For lack of a better title I called this dream: Freedoms Lost and Restored

I had this dream just over 1-year ago on the night of September 15 / morning of September 16, 2019.  I have shared this dream with a handful of people over the last year, and they can vouch for the fact that I had it BEFORE this election and the time we are currently in.  

I tend to lean toward this dreaming being for now, but as I do not know the future it could certainly be for another time.  Time will tell, or you can feel free to ask God yourself.

 Setting:

A beautiful white sand and blue water beach on the shores of the USA.

 Dream:

As this dream begins I am standing alone on the beautiful white sands of a beach somewhere on the shores of the USA.  I can see the crystal blue water, feel the soft gentle breeze and even taste the slightly salty air.  It is pristine and peaceful. 

 As I stand there I begin to look around and notice very specific items dotted around the beach.  The first thing I see is the Bible lying on the sand.  Then I see the American flag.  As I look more I see prayer, then the Ten Commandments, marriage, food, money, homes, jobs, the justice system, law and order, and the white house. 

 As I spy each new object I realize two things.  One, these are our freedoms; and mostly freedoms that we take for granted like food and prayer.  Two, these freedoms had been gathered and placed in this one location.

 While making these observations I begin to notice other believers popping up all over the beach with me, and each of them had the same bewildered expression on their faces as to say, “Why have our freedoms been gathered here?”  There were hundreds (maybe thousands) of believers dropped onto this beach at this same place and time.

 While we were all standing, pondering and observing the waters began to rise like a high tide and covered all of the freedoms set about on the sand.  The water rose until every last freedom was under the water, but as we stood on the sand above we could still see our freedoms just under the surface of the clear blue water.

 Then a thick, putrid, oily sludge began to move across the waters starting from the horizon line as far as the eye could see and moving toward the shore.  This foul smelling toxic sludge was thick and sticky and moved to the shore to cover every drop of water, quickly burying our freedoms under it until they could no longer be seen or felt.

 The believers gathered there on the shore began to weep, mourn, wail and cry out to the Lord in deep groaning prayers to restore our freedoms to us.  We cried out in unison as one loud wailing voice of a mother that had lost her child, full of grief.

 While the believers were falling to their knees weeping and praying, a riotous mob formed in the distance on the dry land behind us.  They were screaming and uttering foul and diabolical threats while charging toward us to kill us and make us stop praying.  As they ran toward us in one evil accord the large hand of God slammed down in front of them creating a wall between them and us.

 We were unmoved and continued to battle in prayer on our knees.  The more fervent and united we became the more I saw what looked like a sweet smelling incense rise off of us into the heavenlies above. 

 Once this fragrance reached a thick cloud a strong, fresh wind began to blow across the face of the water.  The wind pushed away every last speck of that thick putrid sludge and restored the beautiful beach and clear waters.  The wind also brought the water level back to normal and exposed our once hidden freedoms. 

 We praised and thanked the Lord that our freedoms had been restored, but then I had a deep internal knowing that the restoration of those freedoms was temporary.

 

The dream ended.

To me, this is a call to prayer right now.  Believers, call out to God for our freedoms to remain on earth as it is in Heaven.  

Trump Rally - Dream - Late 2018

Dream: Late 2018

Setting:

Inside a Trump rally.

Feeling in the dream:

This dream was very intense, prophetic and peaceful yet urgent.

Dream:

In this dream my family and I went to a President Trump rally.  He was already President of the United States, but was on a circuit going around the states speaking.

As my family and I walked into the rally to head toward our seats I was approached by on of Trumps personal aids.  The aid asked me to please come with them.  I told my family to go on ahead to our seats that I would find them later.

I was escorted to the back area of the building where Mr. Trump and his entourage were preparing for the rally, and was introduced to Mr. President by them saying, “Here she is Sir.”

Trump began looked me in the eye then went about his business of getting ready, but asked me to speak to him.  So, I just started speaking about God’s love, peace, protection and plans.  As he walked around the aids told me to follow him because I had not been dismissed.  So I followed him around speaking the truths of God’s Word to him and over him.

At some point I told him that I had written him a letter a few months back.  He asked one of his aids to go find the letter (apparently each letter was filed and saved).  The letter was brought to me and he asked me to read it to him.

I warned him before reading it that the letter was only 3 sentences and that it was prophetic.  He asked me to go ahead and read it to him.  So I read the three sentences to him.  He nodded then told me to wait here while he went to speak. 

I waited on the wings of the stage where I could see him but was still waiting in the back for him to return.  After he completed the rally he came back over to me and agreed that the note had indeed been prophetic and that he wanted to follow through with what it stated.  (I remember saying the sentenced out loud in my dream, but when I awoke I could not remember them.  I so wish I knew what that letter said.) 

He asked me if I knew why he had called me back to him, upon which I shook my head ‘no’.  He said it was the peace that followed me around, and that he wanted that peace now.  So he prayed, we prayed for that peace to follow him wherever he went.

I believe this is a call to prayer.  Whether any one of you is for or against our current President, he is our current leader and must be girded up in prayer.  I also believe it is a call to both walk in God’s perfect peace and to pray for the leaders of our nation to also walk in that peace and protection, and that they would hear and obey the Lord.