December 29, 2020
Alarms
This dream opened with Quen and I living in a remote area, more remote than where we are now. Outside was a shelter similar to the ones found in parks; tables with roofs over them. Quen was sitting at a table, on the bench, under the shelter. I say to him that we may want to go to the city and get supplies before January 1st. He agrees because there may be some societal disruptions because of the politics in Washington, D.C.
The scene changes and we are in a fairly large building. About four or five stories up. We were not able to find anything valuable we might need later on. We were searching but not in a hurry. Suddenly I hear: “WAR!” Then it was like I was hearing an explanation of it. Then the red alarms up near the ceiling went off. The sound of “Aaaa! Aaaa! Aaaa!” went through the whole structure. It took us by surprise and we were frozen. We broke free and made haste in getting out of there.
We were fleeing and there were doors sliding shut. We could hear the “psssht” sound as they slid into the lock on the other side. We did not want to be trapped inside. We were running as fast we could before the doors would shut in front of us. We were several doors away from the exit and the doors caught up and slid shut in front of us. We were trapped. There were no windows, the doors had no knobs, the walls and floors were metal. I felt a little hopeless, no way to improvise. I thought whatever was outside with the war will come and either destroy us or arrest us. The only One who would be able to help us would be the LORD.
Suddenly, the doors opened and we bounded out of there. We made it to the exit and running down the stairs. On the third floor, or so, I saw two purses on the iron grid floor. I looked to the right and saw two women throwing articles in backpacks. One of the women caught up with us and I asked if the purses were theirs and she returned to pick them up. END
