February 22, 2009

In this dream, I am taking an evening history class in Fayetteville. The instructor is young and new at this, we are his first class to teach. The class was in the basement. He had different teaching methods, at times we played games that would help us retain dates, names, and places.
One evening an administrator, who was a young female, came and asked us, as we were waiting to go into class, where the instructor had taken his national test (I supposed for his Ph.D.). This was to have been done out west someplace. We were uncertain if he had taken the test, whether for his Master’s or Ph.D. She then looked like she was processing her memory for the information, and told us she already knew and left.
The dream changes and I am at the traffic light where Fayette County National Bank is located. This is near the Ben Franklin store. Across the street, I see a girl with short hair looking up toward the sky. I asked what she was looking at and she responded: “The warplanes.” I jerked my head up and squinted but saw nothing. I continued to scan the sky and eventually saw tiny planes coming from a distance, and as they approached became larger.
I panicked and ran toward the Memorial Building for protection. It has a large auditorium. I told some people to follow me, but then realized this building was a big object, and it would definitely be the one thing these planes would destroy. I saw a recess in a wall that was near the building. A plane dipped down and I thought it would fire on the people running in every direction. Directly, another plane landed in front of me. It was some sort of hybrid that resembled a Chinook helicopter. The pilot got out of it with his family. I thought they were aliens, I sensed they were, but they looked like people. Aliens mean foreigners.
There were other aliens like them that were herding people and saying to them they were slaves. This seems to be too horrible for me to see and I am saying: “I am having a dream. I am dreaming. I have to write it down.” Then people were taken and lined up side by side. The alien that had captured them had what looked like a pump-action shotgun in his hands. My thoughts are screaming he is going to kill them all, but then he aims the weapon over their heads; he pulls the trigger and this dark brown substance comes out and forms a liquid mass over their heads. Then I thought this is a chemical that will kill them as the Nazis had done during WWII. But they did not die.
Then I was taken captive with two other men and we were taken to the alien that had landed in front of me in the hybrid plane. We became slaves to his family. The aliens/foreigners had confiscated all the homes in Fayetteville and moved in them. I was taken to his new home and lived in the basement. The basement had an expensive wood ceiling and it had a brilliant shine.
The alien/Asian guy who had captured us gets a ladder and climbs it. He explains to the two men slaves he wanted the some of the ceiling removed and replaced with glass so that he would be able to view the sky. He was climbing down and he began to pant and say: “I can breathe! I can’t breathe!” His friend near to him that I had seen taking Americans captive, I asked what was wrong with him. He replied the atmosphere was disagreeable to them all. Then he pulled the trigger on this weapon he had before and this dark substance formed a mass over his head. End

Note: This dream will come to pass unless our nation repents of its sins. The aliens represent foreigners that will conquer us and they will take us as slaves. There will be more than one nation that will overtake us. It will take all the other nations to subdue us. This will happen after the persecution of Christians.