Anyone experiencing or have experienced prophetic/apocalyptic dreams? (NEW DREAM 2/21/11)

One more thing, OP. After this dream I looked for someone enlightned to talk with about it. About one year after this dream I met a spiritual person who said that he knew very, very few persons who dreamed such a dream, and with Lucifer in it.


I agree. Your dream is very special, indeed. I am not thinking it is sign of future events but more of a test of your character to see what you are made of. I have had similar dreams but not as significant as yours. I am a woman, though, and I think my purpose may be different. Stay close to God, keep your heart pure. Pray.

Have you ever had UFO experience? Or other paranormal experience?

No UFO directly experience, altough I had several dreams about strange air ships who invaded some countries, with no friendly inhabitants. I had some paranormal experience, but it's not the moment to discuss it. My best wishes for you.

Strangely I did have an experience as a teenager. My father who is abusive also woke yet mother would not. It was like she had taken a sleeping pill. That night my father was very angry as it was well past midnight and I was still up. He repeatedly td me to go to bed and eventsully I complied. No sooner than I had slipped under the covers - a massive blue light appeared to one side of the doorway. Immediatly I thought "omg it's robbers...oh no wait ... It's nit torch lights it's blue and electrical...maybey it's transformers..." but I was completly frozen and could not move. I don't know how much time passed with my mind frantically trying to work out what it was - yet u finally leaped over the wooden bedhead and directly unto mum and dads room. (directly opposite mine through a small hallway area.) My father got up and was acting "weird" ...and then our Scottie started barking furiously downstairs and the doors downstairs started to slam. Then dad said go to bed - so the next memory I have is of lying in bed and noticing the small radio is playing old kind of music. That's all I remember.

I should add - both sides if ny family have strong Celtic pyschic tendencies. Weird.

The music seemed to be melody - old - and yet when I type this I also wonder if it was like a cover music....it seemed to have a static tone behind it....






One more thing, OP. After this dream I looked for someone enlightned to talk with about it. About one year after this dream I met a spiritual person who said that he knew very, very few persons who dreamed such a dream, and with Lucifer in it.


I agree. Your dream is very special, indeed. I am not thinking it is sign of future events but more of a test of your character to see what you are made of. I have had similar dreams but not as significant as yours. I am a woman, though, and I think my purpose may be different. Stay close to God, keep your heart pure. Pray.

Have you ever had UFO experience? Or other paranormal experience?

No UFO directly experience, altough I had several dreams about strange air ships who invaded some countries, with no friendly inhabitants. I had some paranormal experience, but it's not the moment to discuss it. My best wishes for you.

Strangely I did have an experience as a teenager. My father who is abusive also woke yet mother would not. It was like she had taken a sleeping pill. That night my father was very angry as it was well past midnight and I was still up. He repeatedly td me to go to bed and eventsully I complied. No sooner than I had slipped under the covers - a massive blue light appeared to one side of the doorway. Immediatly I thought "omg it's robbers...oh no wait ... It's nit torch lights it's blue and electrical...maybey it's transformers..." but I was completly frozen and could not move. I don't know how much time passed with my mind frantically trying to work out what it was - yet u finally leaped over the wooden bedhead and directly unto mum and dads room. (directly opposite mine through a small hallway area.) My father got up and was acting "weird" ...and then our Scottie started barking furiously downstairs and the doors downstairs started to slam. Then dad said go to bed - so the next memory I have is of lying in bed and noticing the small radio is playing old kind of music. That's all I remember.

I should add - both sides if ny family have strong Celtic pyschic tendencies. Weird.


That is quite an experience. Try to search your mind to the sounds coming from the radio. Are you sure it was music? What kind of music?

I have just been reading through the entire thread and noticed that blood type, heredity has also been mentioned.for whatever reason that appears important to me. My father has a neg blood type and I was reading lately that some o+can be neg adaptable. Also I am a twin and while or evidence poured to us being identical - we were in different placentas and have differing blood types. My mother may have also lost a baby/ies while pregnant with us. While researching Celtic history it appears that visitors called the "tuatha" appeared. They gave the celts all sorts I'd knowledge regarding the book, the sword, the wand and the cup.

I also have been hypnotically regressed to discover life between our lives ( Michael newton - life between lives - very interesting if you have grieving as those pass)
At the beginning of this year I had another regression where u saw an alien soul, I totally freaked - then this weird calm descended and I realized that all souls are just that - souls - regardless of the package. During that regression the spiral was important as a key to understand the whole universe ( as above so below) and that changes were imminent...it was each souls journey in to how they would choose to respond to changes.

Here is one dream of several I have had in my life. I classify it as a revelatory dream (as opposed to prophetic):

Sometime during my early thirties (1984 - 1986) and years after I had formally proclaimed my acceptance of Jesus as Lord and Saviour (1976 - 1977), I had a most harrowing dream. It took place one clear summer's night in the small arcadian community of Wiarton which is located along the base of Ontario's Bruce Peninsula. I was one of several guests briefly staying in the home of an aging but stalwart Christian missionary woman. She provided me with my own private sleeping area off to one side of her living room and, fortuitously, very close to the front entranceway.

And in that dream I stood in the center of an ancient dark city whose buildings were like stone tombs. Roughly cut openings that must have passed for doorways and windows revealed only a despairing blackness within. These tomblike structures were rectangular and squat and seemed in color like those familiar black and white photographs of yesteryear which turn a deep amber brown with age.

In the distance there appeared to be a small mountain out of the sides of which were cut the same tomblike designs. These mountainous tombs were tiered and looked almost like the Lycian cave burial houses of ancient Turkey. The ground that the city was built on was firm and level, and capped by a very thin layer of fine brown dust. Looking skyward I could see only a velvety black arch that stared vacantly downward like a hovering bird of prey.

Almost hesitantly I began to scan the surreal visage immediately before me in more detail. I saw no trees or grasses that could have swayed discordantly in a whispering wind were even that present. Still a grim diffused haze had somehow endured the incessant wrestling between light and dark to cast its spectral illumination on the gloomy landscape.

Though the setting was undeniably one of abandoned desolation I could see a crowd of beings there that night. They had silently gathered together around what now, to my slowly adapting eye, appeared to be the town square. Their attention was focused on a dark figure who was already seated on a high-backed ornate throne that graced a large, wide semi-circular stepped dais immediately before me. Directly behind the throne and supported by the floor of the dais was an elaborate gothic facade of gilded decorated white plaster and gold worked tapestry, the entire assembly of which included some form of bright electric illumination. This illumination was much like the reflected light that would have been given off by a horizontal row of small incandescent spotlights situated close to the floor of the dais and facing towards it. It was quite impressive to look at yet somehow seemed to me to be more of a hastily assembled theatrical prop than a backdrop for any real kingly throne.

The crowd of assembled beings stood mute and motionless, their clothing nothing more than worn and dirty sheets which had been simply and tightly wrapped around their frames. The tops of the sheets formed shrouds for their heads, completely obscuring every face in shadowy darkness. The heights of these people varied. Some may have been children although it seemed to me that most were extremely tall adults, in excess of seven to nine feet or more, and faintly manifesting an almost cadaverous stiffness.

The figure seated before me was equally as tall as any adult there but slouching, much like a lazy person would have reposed on carelessly padded upholstery. His face, like those of the rest of the entities present, was in total darkness beneath a shrouded hood. He wore a dark tailored garment of sorts that included a long black cape (possibly also providing the aforementioned hood). Embroidered on either side of the front part of his vesture were two broad vertical bands, in color a deep dark crimson red which oddly reminded me of freshly dried blood. Any other colors or markings were obscured by the ever creeping and ubiquitous shadows.

This figure was attended on both sides by a standing entourage of tall thin beings who were also wearing dark fitted clothing of some type that covered their heads. I sensed inwardly that they must have been part of the ruling council there and the seated being was either the current local ruler or a visiting political or military dignitary from afar.

My own appearance in the dream placed me at about twelve years old. I was wearing the type of clothing that any normal male of that age might casually wear. In striking contrast to the rest of the figures present, however, my entire body especially my exposed head, face and hands, was lit up from within by a brilliant white glistering light. It was the kind of blinding bright white you always see in freshly fallen sunlit snow with its scintillating sea of diamonds that form out of refracted rays of light as they bounce off each individual crystalline snowflake.

I was standing with my left foot on the first of three cement steps that led up to the central dais where the dark being was seated, my left hand resting nervously palm-down on my raised left knee. The other figures present all stood in indifferent silence as they vacantly stared at the central throne. I gazed in fear and awe at that black hole where the face of the mysterious prolocutor aught to have been.

Contemplating all that I had seen up to this point, it then dawned on me that I was the reason for tonight's macabre assembly.

As the rest of the beings behind me continued to look on, the seated figure began to lean forward in my direction. At that instant I became even more frightened and somewhat confused; I did not know if I should stand firm or take flight. In the end I did stand my ground as I prepared myself to listen intently to what he was about to say.

It was then, after what seemed like an eternal hush, that he spoke.

"Peter", he began in a slow anguished and disappointed tone, "We here are your friends!". He gestured widely with both arms as if to include everyone gathered there that night. Continuing he added, "Why are you leaving us? Haven't we always been here for you? Haven't we comforted you and provided you with everything that you ever had need of in life? We are your real family you know. We've watched out for you, protected you, even defended you in times of trouble and were your friends in times of loneliness. Please stay. Don't go!"

Suddenly while he was yet speaking, a second voice boomed from underneath his own, simultaneously speaking out of the same mouth. This new voice startled me with its powerful, sinister and threatening swell. Like a mute finally being freed from a prison of silence, it quickly rose in volume to drown out the much gentler and lower tones of the first voice.

Remarkably, however, it was as if the dark seated figure was completely oblivious to what had just occured for he continued still on in his craftily scripted pleadings.

But I was now giving my full attention to this undervoice, a new and dreaded sotto voce; and as it spoke it rasped menacingly these harsh and ominous words to me: "IF YOU TRY TO LEAVE US, WE'LL KILL YOU!"

There the dream abruptly ended. I awoke in a fright, sweating and flailing vainly at the mocking blackness of my small room. I rose out of bed, got partially dressed and bolted for the nearby front door. Once outside I just sat down on the steps of that still sleeping missionary woman's home to think about what had happened and what the dream could have meant. Receiving no ready answers I reluctantly returned inside and wearily climbed back into the bed where it all began, praying for the morning light to hasten its arrival and cast out the nightmarish intruders that had so disrupted my fitful somnolence.

The rest of the night, however, was without further dream or incident. Strangely, none of the other guests had been awakened by my middle of the night drama.

Listen - I am catholic and teach at a catholic school. I urge you to have a look at a particular reformation in 1103 ad - around that time anyway! It would appear some delibeately deleted reincarnation ideas out the newtestement as a control device. ( it's what you do in this life that counts and no matter how shorty your life is - you will be rewarded in heaven kind of an idea) some remenants remain - such as lazereth - yet in particular " he is Jesus - ezikiel come again" .... Also - what do you think the whole rising from the dead is all about anyway???

Unfortunately at that time there was no Mercedes G-Class :))


Are you questioning my horsemanship ?


Look Kazak, I would rather be the worst amoung the best, then the best amoung the worst.

What I don't know, I will learn.

" I don't want to veer too far off topic but from the years of research I have done, it appears that reincarnation is a form of deception that I choose to distance myself from."

Wow - just wow.... Please read through that again salt and light and you may just discover some enlightening information about yourself . Afterall - the first step in ones quest for wisdom is " know thyself". Peace.

Salt and light - as you are the OP - would you be so kind as to delete my original dream posts from this thread? Thanking you in advance .

keep in mind the lack of superiority in technology .... for the time the rider skill was key because it is directly dependent on the life and increases the chances of survival in battle, and the horse was the closest friend of friend's brother...(The first recorded mention of Cossacks in the foreign literature, this book after the Austrian Empire Sigismund Bergershtayn "Notes on Muscovy" book published in 1549 ).... if you have any questions please

keep in mind the lack of superiority in technology .... for the time the rider skill was key because it is directly dependent on the life and increases the chances of survival in battle, and the horse was the closest friend of friend's brother...(The first recorded mention of Cossacks in the foreign literature, this book after the Austrian Empire Sigismund Bergershtayn "Notes on Muscovy" book published in 1549 ).... if you have any questions please

Experienced a vision many years ago that has haunted me ever since. No point describing the whole event. Basically it was a pole shift/permanent change in sea level event that happened very quickly (think Tsunami with the water level not going back to normal). Back then it was incongruent with the real world but now that climate change events are occuring and the potential for a 2012 type shift, it has me very worried.


Pole shift dreams are very fascinating. lines up with your tsunami element of the dream. These are very common dreams and I am still researching to find more info. Any details in your dream that you can share, like your location (do live in coastal area?)

Here is one dream of several I have had in my life. I classify it as a revelatory dream (as opposed to prophetic):

Sometime during my early thirties (1984 - 1986) and years after I had formally proclaimed my acceptance of Jesus as Lord and Saviour (1976 - 1977), I had a most harrowing dream. It took place one clear summer's night in the small arcadian community of Wiarton which is located along the base of Ontario's Bruce Peninsula. I was one of several guests briefly staying in the home of an aging but stalwart Christian missionary woman. She provided me with my own private sleeping area off to one side of her living room and, fortuitously, very close to the front entranceway.

And in that dream I stood in the center of an ancient dark city whose buildings were like stone tombs. Roughly cut openings that must have passed for doorways and windows revealed only a despairing blackness within. These tomblike structures were rectangular and squat and seemed in color like those familiar black and white photographs of yesteryear which turn a deep amber brown with age.

In the distance there appeared to be a small mountain out of the sides of which were cut the same tomblike designs. These mountainous tombs were tiered and looked almost like the Lycian cave burial houses of ancient Turkey. The ground that the city was built on was firm and level, and capped by a very thin layer of fine brown dust. Looking skyward I could see only a velvety black arch that stared vacantly downward like a hovering bird of prey.

Almost hesitantly I began to scan the surreal visage immediately before me in more detail. I saw no trees or grasses that could have swayed discordantly in a whispering wind were even that present. Still a grim diffused haze had somehow endured the incessant wrestling between light and dark to cast its spectral illumination on the gloomy landscape.

Though the setting was undeniably one of abandoned desolation I could see a crowd of beings there that night. They had silently gathered together around what now, to my slowly adapting eye, appeared to be the town square. Their attention was focused on a dark figure who was already seated on a high-backed ornate throne that graced a large, wide semi-circular stepped dais immediately before me. Directly behind the throne and supported by the floor of the dais was an elaborate gothic facade of gilded decorated white plaster and gold worked tapestry, the entire assembly of which included some form of bright electric illumination. This illumination was much like the reflected light that would have been given off by a horizontal row of small incandescent spotlights situated close to the floor of the dais and facing towards it. It was quite impressive to look at yet somehow seemed to me to be more of a hastily assembled theatrical prop than a backdrop for any real kingly throne.

The crowd of assembled beings stood mute and motionless, their clothing nothing more than worn and dirty sheets which had been simply and tightly wrapped around their frames. The tops of the sheets formed shrouds for their heads, completely obscuring every face in shadowy darkness. The heights of these people varied. Some may have been children although it seemed to me that most were extremely tall adults, in excess of seven to nine feet or more, and faintly manifesting an almost cadaverous stiffness.

The figure seated before me was equally as tall as any adult there but slouching, much like a lazy person would have reposed on carelessly padded upholstery. His face, like those of the rest of the entities present, was in total darkness beneath a shrouded hood. He wore a dark tailored garment of sorts that included a long black cape (possibly also providing the aforementioned hood). Embroidered on either side of the front part of his vesture were two broad vertical bands, in color a deep dark crimson red which oddly reminded me of freshly dried blood. Any other colors or markings were obscured by the ever creeping and ubiquitous shadows.

This figure was attended on both sides by a standing entourage of tall thin beings who were also wearing dark fitted clothing of some type that covered their heads. I sensed inwardly that they must have been part of the ruling council there and the seated being was either the current local ruler or a visiting political or military dignitary from afar.

My own appearance in the dream placed me at about twelve years old. I was wearing the type of clothing that any normal male of that age might casually wear. In striking contrast to the rest of the figures present, however, my entire body especially my exposed head, face and hands, was lit up from within by a brilliant white glistering light. It was the kind of blinding bright white you always see in freshly fallen sunlit snow with its scintillating sea of diamonds that form out of refracted rays of light as they bounce off each individual crystalline snowflake.

I was standing with my left foot on the first of three cement steps that led up to the central dais where the dark being was seated, my left hand resting nervously palm-down on my raised left knee. The other figures present all stood in indifferent silence as they vacantly stared at the central throne. I gazed in fear and awe at that black hole where the face of the mysterious prolocutor aught to have been.

Contemplating all that I had seen up to this point, it then dawned on me that I was the reason for tonight's macabre assembly.

As the rest of the beings behind me continued to look on, the seated figure began to lean forward in my direction. At that instant I became even more frightened and somewhat confused; I did not know if I should stand firm or take flight. In the end I did stand my ground as I prepared myself to listen intently to what he was about to say.

It was then, after what seemed like an eternal hush, that he spoke.

"Peter", he began in a slow anguished and disappointed tone, "We here are your friends!". He gestured widely with both arms as if to include everyone gathered there that night. Continuing he added, "Why are you leaving us? Haven't we always been here for you? Haven't we comforted you and provided you with everything that you ever had need of in life? We are your real family you know. We've watched out for you, protected you, even defended you in times of trouble and were your friends in times of loneliness. Please stay. Don't go!"

Suddenly while he was yet speaking, a second voice boomed from underneath his own, simultaneously speaking out of the same mouth. This new voice startled me with its powerful, sinister and threatening swell. Like a mute finally being freed from a prison of silence, it quickly rose in volume to drown out the much gentler and lower tones of the first voice.

Remarkably, however, it was as if the dark seated figure was completely oblivious to what had just occured for he continued still on in his craftily scripted pleadings.

But I was now giving my full attention to this undervoice, a new and dreaded sotto voce; and as it spoke it rasped menacingly these harsh and ominous words to me: "IF YOU TRY TO LEAVE US, WE'LL KILL YOU!"

There the dream abruptly ended. I awoke in a fright, sweating and flailing vainly at the mocking blackness of my small room. I rose out of bed, got partially dressed and bolted for the nearby front door. Once outside I just sat down on the steps of that still sleeping missionary woman's home to think about what had happened and what the dream could have meant. Receiving no ready answers I reluctantly returned inside and wearily climbed back into the bed where it all began, praying for the morning light to hasten its arrival and cast out the nightmarish intruders that had so disrupted my fitful somnolence.

The rest of the night, however, was without further dream or incident. Strangely, none of the other guests had been awakened by my middle of the night drama.


Wow..... all I can say is wow! You write beautifully and I was completely captured into your post. Very special dream indeed!

I have spent some more time reading your magnificent recall of dream. I find some points interesting and would like to point them out and hopefully exchange your thoughts on them.

First, the quality and beauty of your writing talent suggests that you are of extremely high intelligence.

Second, I find it interesting that the dream took place in what you termed an arcadian village...

And to continue, "It was quite impressive to look at yet somehow seemed to me to be more of a hastily assembled theatrical prop than a backdrop for any real kingly throne." This seems to coincide with earlier post from Romanian gentleman... these dreams seem like tests of character and are pretty and regal at first glance but then seem shotty, theatrical, cheap, and artificial (almost like a weak thrown-together attempt at deception that insults your intelligence.)

Next, the light that shone from within you in the presence of these beings. If you read Book of Adam and Eve, it describes their physical bodies while still in the garden as of bright nature ("Then God the Lord said to Adam, 'When thou wast under subjection to Me, thou hadst a bright nature within thee, and for that reason couldst see things afar off. But after thy transgression thy bright nature was withdrawn from thee; and it was not left to thee to see things afar off, but only near at hand; after the ability of the flesh; for it is brutish.'" Book of Adam and Eve, chap VIII, verse 2)

The being on the throne sits majestically upon this makeshift throne surrounded by angles of rank and position, as in a mock of God seated at his throne with his angels.

The theme of this dream is identical to the post of the Romanian fellow. A grand display of theatrical prop and actors set in motion to test you in some way.

Your thoughts and insights are of great interest to me.
Thanks again.

Well there is iconography, symbolism, myth, and archetypes...but then there is also WYSIWYG!

The Dream

I've shared this dream before. It had a huge impact on my life. It was, perhaps, the very first introduction to worlds beyond this one. It shaped my thinking. It left me in abject fear. I could not contain all the images flooding my mind. I retreated--big time.

In the dream, I was standing on a tall mountain. I could overlook the whole earth. It was all on fire. The cities were all burning. The trees were all burning. The very earth itself seeming to be burning. Nothing was alive. Of this, I was certain. The sun was three times its normal size. It took up a third of the sky.

I became aware of a mind. I was so close to the mind that it actually seemed to be me. I could hear and see its thoughts. I looked first to one side of me, then to the other. I had wings. They were black, like bat's wings. They were at least 20 feet long on each side. I was horrified. The force of its depravity, the depth of its evil would have slain me on the spot had it not been disassociated from myself. From my vantage point, I could follow out every nuance of every foul thought, taken to the limit of hatred of everything human. There was no love nor even a nuance of concern for his/its victims. It relished of causing pain unimaginable. Its victims were innumerable. It had been at it for what seemed like millenia. Images ran through my head of such horror, that I shrunk back in abject fear. No human mind, however depraved, could even imagine the depth of its glee at the destruction of mind, body and soul. It had curious sadness that ran to its depth, but I quickly saw at its depth, that its only pain was because there was no one left to torture, maim, and kill. It was a creature for which time had no meaning, dedicated to the destruction of God's Kingdom, (this was my firest real concept of what a "God" was) and chained to a world where there nothing left to tempt. "They" were all gone. The Victors. The only thing he had to look forward to, was their return in a thousand years. To finish him off. It's all written. He knows it well. His hatred roared with defeated gnashing of teeth.

When I awoke, I was in a pool of sweat, terrified at what I had seen. No person should ever have to experience the mind of such pure evil, not from a distance but in the intimacy of evil incarnate sharing the same mind. I could never be the same again. I could never allow myself to shrink into that hopeless anguish of total loss. I could not ever allow myself to be tempted, deceived, hypnotized into mindlessly selling my birthright to the inheritance given to the victors. "They" were my only hope--they and the "God" whom they followed. I would have to jealously guard my path. I determined to be and do all that I possibly could, to keep myself from becoming corrupt. Somehow, I understood what real "sin" was. I understood it in its full complexity, every nuance, every delusion, every deception. I was four years old.

I saw evil everywhere. This is why I retreated. For the next three years, I lived, not in fear of the evil; but in awareness of it. I saw things. Things no one should see, let alone a child. It was like I was the only one who could see. I saw a problem coming. I had to prepare for it. I was learning quickly that innocence cannot allow itself to be overt. It actually attracts the demons. They seek the "special ones". The ones who are "the remnant of Her Seed." The offspring of the one true church. The Chosen Ones. When I was seven, I destroyed my identity. From that moment, I became an expert in mediocrity. As far as I possibly could, I became invisible. It was the first change. I became an entirely different personality. It felt good. I felt strong. I was in control. I was still a child, but I emerged upon the scene as an individual who knew what he wanted and got it. He had the best of both worlds. He was still innocent, but he knew that he couldn't allow that innocence to express itself, for it would be laughed to scorn. For the next seven years, he retreated even more deeply. I say he, because I was no longer there. I could not be. It was a tough world. There was violence everywhere. I had no violence in me. I could only make believe. Miraculously, I made it through to adolescence. Now I could become myself again. I was not little anymore. I could stand my ground. I could apply myself. I was cool. I was 14. The last seven years of my life had been one of make-believe. When I became seven, I consciously destroyed a picture of myself which "contained all my innocence". That very day, i beat someone up, I stole from another, I destroyed property, and I started a fire that burned down a building and several cars. I was never caught. It was the beginning of a contrived life of crime. It was the only way I could really "hide" from the creature that had invaded my mind. By the time I was 14, I believed that I had hidden succesfully. I emerged with all the "idealism" of a teenager. The dream had come full circle. I was the monster of my dream.

I have had many experiences since then--all waking dreams. That monsteer cannot even approach me now. It cannot be in the same room with me. It fears me. It knows that I know it better than anyone. It has revealed itself to me in a thousand ways, in a thousand people, trying to scare me back into submission. It cannot and will not ever subdue me again. It tries--all the time. He has brought the most depraved before me, and each time he is driven out--to the amazement of those whom he has enslaved. Murderers, rapists, prostitutes, the addicted and every other kind of "sinner" has been "healed". He never gives up. I see how he invades people's bodies, minds and souls. I see that all suffering, all pain, all sickness, all death--is caused by him and his. He has no power but fear, need, want and blindness. He is Satan, he is real, and his time is short. Believe it or not. This is straight and true testimony. I found the remedy. He is the Word of God. He is my only defense. He is my only strength. He is the only path. He is the ladder out of the pit. You can also believe or not believe that. I have been to the bottom of the pit. I have also climbed to the top of the ladder. That is why I am Zerubbabel--the Son of Babylon. I am but the first of many Sons of Babylon. We are an army. We carry banners of victory over the beast. We are they who "keep the Commandments of God, and have the Testimony of Jesus". You can believe that or not too. No matter. What will be will be. It is not future, it is not past, it is NOW.

I would like to hear feedback from all of you regarding your prophetic and/or apocalyptic dreams. I have had several throughout my life, all with the same theme and would like to see if other are having a similar experience.

I am a psychology major so this interests me on a scientific level, but it also interests me on a much deeper level because I cannot attribute these dreams simply to a psychological dilemma or type of human condition. I think they mean way more than that. I have my theory which I can explain later. I plan to include it in my book that I am writing.

I would also like to know if those of you who have prophetic or apocalyptic dreams have also had UFO experiences or other paranormal experiences at any point in your life. Also, please share if you have had severe trauma in your life at some point and if the dreams happened before or after the event.

What do you all think? And if you have had prophetic or apocalyptic dreams, can you describe them here for me?

thanks!!

Experienced a vision many years ago that has haunted me ever since. No point describing the whole event. Basically it was a pole shift/permanent change in sea level event that happened very quickly (think Tsunami with the water level not going back to normal). Back then it was incongruent with the real world but now that climate change events are occuring and the potential for a 2012 type shift, it has me very worried.

I have spent some more time reading your magnificent recall of dream. I find some points interesting and would like to point them out and hopefully exchange your thoughts on them.

First, the quality and beauty of your writing talent suggests that you are of extremely high intelligence.

Second, I find it interesting that the dream took place in what you termed an arcadian village...

And to continue, "It was quite impressive to look at yet somehow seemed to me to be more of a hastily assembled theatrical prop than a backdrop for any real kingly throne." This seems to coincide with earlier post from Romanian gentleman... these dreams seem like tests of character and are pretty and regal at first glance but then seem shotty, theatrical, cheap, and artificial (almost like a weak thrown-together attempt at deception that insults your intelligence.)

Next, the light that shone from within you in the presence of these beings. If you read Book of Adam and Eve, it describes their physical bodies while still in the garden as of bright nature ("Then God the Lord said to Adam, 'When thou wast under subjection to Me, thou hadst a bright nature within thee, and for that reason couldst see things afar off. But after thy transgression thy bright nature was withdrawn from thee; and it was not left to thee to see things afar off, but only near at hand; after the ability of the flesh; for it is brutish.'" Book of Adam and Eve, chap VIII, verse 2)

The being on the throne sits majestically upon this makeshift throne surrounded by angles of rank and position, as in a mock of God seated at his throne with his angels.

The theme of this dream is identical to the post of the Romanian fellow. A grand display of theatrical prop and actors set in motion to test you in some way.

Your thoughts and insights are of great interest to me.
Thanks again.


Well there is iconography, symbolism, myth, and archetypes...but then there is also WYSIWYG!

There is no subconscious.