September 13, 2003
Flood Waters, Sign of Great Trouble, Change
In this dream I have my mom with me and I am driving towards Main Street in Oak Hill. I am driving slowly going past the Post Office on the left and I notice lots of water running down the street at my tires. The water quickly turns to a muddy or sand color and becomes deeper as I drive along; because of this I have to drive slower. By the time we get to the BB&T bank the waters have come up to the headlights on my Ford Escape. It is here I am able to have a clear view of Main Street.
I am at the traffic light and to my horror I see this violent flood of water moving toward us. I am not in a position to escape it. The water came with such fury. As it moved quickly along, it was voluminous, it was nearly level with the second story apartments. The waters pound the side of the apartments like ferocious ocean waves slamming boulders on the shore line. The water gorged through the tiny street toward us. I yelled at mom: “Brace yourself for the flood!” We held tightly to the dash and side doors as we were washed away down to the right on a side street.
Then it was like it was the next day and I was involved in some sort of relief effort. I was in the drive through and parking lot of the next bank up from BB&T. It was known as Merchants and Miners Bank at one time. The bank was shut down. I had placed a tripod up and gathered some wood beneath it, started a fire, and hung a pot of CoCoa Wheats to cook for the masses of people that had taken up residence there sleeping on the ground and under the bushes. They were all homeless. They were all quiet and no one fought to be first in line to eat. Their clothes were tattered and their children subdued. No one spoke hardly at all. They all took their dishes to their designated areas they had chosen to live. It was a terrible thing to see.
After I had served everyone, I sat in a metal fold-up chair. Next to me was a cart that had what I think was miscellaneous items, perhaps boxes of food to be cooked, maybe some cleaning products. A man comes to me and asks me how much would it cost him for a bowl of cereal. I tell him that it was free. He insists to pay for it, but I repeat that it is free. Finally, I give in. We agree that 50 cents would be a good price and he hands me a dollar bill. On my cart is a large Crayola box, the size of a large cigar box, and I kept coins in it. When I looked at the change, they were not all U.S. coins. I noticed some German coins. I was handing him coins and I noticed that a quarter I was giving him, it was similar to quarters that are issued to commemorate each state, but the letters began moving across the surface. I brought it back to me and when the movement stopped, the final word stamped across the top was Mexico. End
Note: A flood is a symbol of great trouble and chaos. It can represent nations. It depends on the context. This flood could represent several things: economy collapse (since masses were homeless in this dream), a war that devastates a nation, plagues, famine, or civil unrest.
We are heading for all the above. I would say an economy collapse in this situation; we won’t really know until it begins to come to pass or God gives the correct interpretation of it. However, if this is an economy collapse, we will be going to a new currency. The Crayola box had several different coins which surprised me, some from Europe and the latter coin was Mexico. The U.S. at the behest of wicked politicians, the NWO, UN, or some other world entity, will thrust upon us a currency of those nations sharing the same continent, or a world currency. There are 7 heads on the beast in Revelation and there are 7 continents. We will see when the future unfolds.
