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Originally posted by sparda4355
I had a dream... This was some time ago, but I just realized I never posted it.
I'm at a diner, a familiar diner in the dream, but I couldn't put a name to it when I woke up... We walk in and are waiting to be sat. I'm with my family and as I look around it seems everybody I've ever met and know are also at this diner awaiting a seat or sitting already.
My eyes continue to scan the room as I nod and gesture to all the familiar people.
As we sit by the window and wait I notice everybody's attention seems to be fixed in our general direction. At first I assume I've done something embarrassing, but quickly realize they are actually looking past me and through the window.
I look outside to see what appears to be a storm rolling in, a thick dark cloud. I hear people shouting tornado, others insisting its a thunder storm. But as my eyes focus and this object nears I begin to tune in to what sounds like trumpets, an orchestra of sound, but as my focus increases the chaos seems to have order.
I quickly realize and announce to the room, guys... This is no storm, this is Jesus returning with his army of angels!
Voice levels begin to rise, what was once a mermer is now excited and frantic voices all shouting over one another, they fall into the distance and I soon tune them out and my attention narrows in on the beautiful site before me.
As this cloud nears it seems to transform as my eyes focus on individual figures instead of the object as a whole...
I see white angels that appear to be feminine and grayish black angels that appear masculan.
Within seconds we are surrounded, the white angels picking people up, women, children, men and cradling them as they retreat to the skies. The grey masculan angels are holding swords and slaughtering the wicked. Stabbing, slicing, cutting... It's all happening at once, mothers screaming as babies are lifted to safety, others shouting as they attempt to run, and others standing calmly awaiting their destiny.
My eyes scan attempting to focus in on faces, who among us is saved, who is not, but I can't see a single face... My vision blocked from this truth, or is it perhaps that our destinies are not yet determined?
Originally posted by saroncan
I noticed while you were thinking about yourself in the beginning ...(i read it and believe what ever)...Me,Myself and I,thats where it's at.
A scythe consists of a wooden shaft about 170 centimetres (67 in) long called a snaith, snath, snathe or sned (modern versions are sometimes made from metal ...
War scythe - Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse ... -