Dreams. Three dreams and in one of them I was told the way that I would die!
In one of the dreams, I heard a Voice. The Voice says....
"This is how freestone dies, in a war!"!
...yup, that is my first name.
...I am not a young guy either, not 26 or 38, but nearly 75 and a half years old!
I do not live in Poland nor Israel , I live in an American capital city, tallahassee, Florida. Far far from any front lines! The only thing that
might reach me is a nuclear missile! Naturally this city is a high priority target, being the capital city of Florida! Or a terrorist bomb in some
I guess now I have joined the Club of dreamers who dream of oncoming war!
....I am in a book section of a large department store. 'Tis dark outside and I hear the announcement that the store is closing. I dawdle on until
the lights go out and on, then the manager comes over to me. He is Not Nice.
He royally chews me out for staying so late and he ushers me out the front door, not very far from the book rack area. Outside, tis dark.
I tell him that I left something inside, some clothes like a jacket. He reluctantly goes back inside with me. He does not turn any lights on, the
store is pitch black dark, he pulls out a flashlight and we walk the fifty feet or so to .....
....to an area that one might describe as..."a bomb blew up here!"! Instead of books on racks, I see on the floor what looks to be sawdust and
scattered bits of plastic and metal and scraps of wood! More like dirt. On the sides are heaps of wreckage. On top of a pile of junk, boards and
metal , I see my jacket. We go back outside and on the store steps he chews me out again .
End of that dream.
My interpretation is.....I died and I wanted to go back to earth and the greeter angel is not for this. He reluctantly lets me return to see that
where I was, just before death, is now basically a pile of rubble. It's dark, as I am dead.
....I am in my lakeside cottage and packing up to move out at the end of summer to return to Florida. It's night now, I go to bed. I wake up the
next morning to find that only my bed has not been touched by some action like as if a week has gone by and my landlord has begun to gut the entire
interior of the cottage, to renovate it! The sink, stove, tables, chairs, are gone. Most of the inner walls too. In fact, as the time was still
before daylight and was dark inside, this inside of the cottage looked very much like that interior of the store in my previous dream! The walls look
more like destruction hit them, rather than a careful removal of inner wall boards!
....I am on a train, leaving where I live. Somewhere in the Appalachian mountains. It's fall, the leaves are so pretty with fall colors, the fields
of corn are ripe, the sky is so blue. Rolling hills in the background. I hear a Voice....
"Take a good look, this will be the very last time that you will ever see a scene like this one!"!
Train then seems to enter a dark area, as if the sun is setting. The mountains get more higher and I see snow on the sides of them. The valley looks
incredibly bleak, there is a dim light and the trees are leaf less and everything looks somber and dead. Even the 2000 foot high mountains look
cheerless. End of dream.
.....I wonder, as now the date is October 26, and my dream scene of the corn, frosted brown as it is now, in my upstate New york childhood home, and
the pretty leaves, on the allegany pleatau , I wonder if this message infers that this fall is the last fall that I will ever see?!
There. Somewhere in or between these dreams, near the end of the series, maybe, I hear the Voice telling me the manner of how I die.
Well...it could be a terrorist bomb, like in a coffee shop. I do not think my senior home would be attacked. In a way, I would prefer my end to be
of this, a terror attack! If I am to die .in. A war, I would wish this war is fifty feet wide! The alternative is beyond anyone,s fears!! A nuclear
attack upon the USA . Fifty bombs to take out every capital city plus the 300 to 1500 more.
Then nuclear winter for all, for five to ten years or more...
There ye all be, my contribution to the ever growing ats dream list, of dreamers who dream of oncoming war. I am 75 years old, this future cannot
be very far away!
Of course a dream might be only a spasm of the brain, or of some spirit communication where the communicator knows even less than I do!
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