Oh Lord, I know I have done wrong. Please forgive me and help me to improve and do what you would have me do.

September 25

I had several dreams throughout the night, and in between each I would wake up and write down what I saw:

I dreamt I was in this apartment reenacting Christ just before he came – so I was Christ doing things that were sort of prophesied.

I dreamt of opening a door to a bathroom expecting to find Jesus inside, but instead finding a man with a black long sleeved outfit, and dark hair and eyes. The outfit was very ornate and looked like it was from a time long gone in perhaps Persia. The man was staring directly at me once I laid eyes on him, and something about him extremely scared and disturbed me, thus shocking me into being awake.

Needless to say, this must have represented the Antichrist. And no, I don’t think the antichrist will necessarily look like how I described him – my dreams usually are symbolic, not literal. Instead, I think this dream is linking the antichrist to the oriental rulers, which makes sense because they were known for 1) having creepy personal lives (harems of women, etc.); 2) imposing religion upon others and claiming to be God’s representative; and 3) (for the ottomans) presiding over campaigns that raided eastern Europe to capture women as slaves.

I dreamt of a white woman who asks to be taken away and have her rights removed, because she thought she was impure, and she felt bad about her race. I also dreamt of there being all these traffic jams, because people lost rights in how they could drive, meaning among other things they had to drive slower. The loss of driving rights also was somehow tied to impurity. I also wrote in my notes “There is a certain ideology in the alterations and when people become unworthy it pushes that more”. I also dreamt that we were in a sort of alternate reality, where cars had “skins” which made them look different – thus people could pretend to be police cars among other things, but when they lost their privileges then they also lost the ability to use these skins, and thus their cars could only have their normal appearance. Also of note: when people lost their rights, it was only white people. I’m guessing all of this is about some sort of coming issue with race in America.

I dreamt that I planned on writing an essay for this website about how the scriptures have been altered including lists of ways the scriptures have been altered, involving, for example, Christmas (perhaps I will do that, but that seems ambitious for an amateur like me). I also think I dreamt of a map of locations of the changes of the scriptures though I forget

I received a word about how “There will be no revival coming up so please be ready”. I think the meaning is that the coming religious revival in the west has already reached its peak. I have heard people discuss statistics which show a huge rise in Christianity in the younger generations in Europe, and have similarly seen statistics about a small decline of support for gay marriage in America. At least among the right wing, I have also seen a huge surge in the idea of “Christian Nationalism” of late, with a many right wing political influencers deciding to now wear cross necklaces and discuss Christianity. So, we are already at the peak of the revival, and when persecution comes and Christianity no longer is cool, many will fall away.

I dreamt of someone reading the Book of Mormon in the original Native American language before the language is corrupted, and I could somehow see that the text was corrected and matched. However, then I saw that with the newer languages, the Book of Mormon text slightly didn’t match and was wrong. I also saw a stone archway with the original version of the Book of Mormon carved into it, and I think I could tell the translation was slightly changed – though I think this change was small, and I doubt the change was as deliberate as changes made to the Bible.

I dreamt of a black person who bought a white person costume to unite the world. I also dreamt of a right-wing politician who was a woman and was good. Moreover, I dreamt of a politician in (I think) New York, who was popular but overcome challenges.

Finally, I dreamt of being an agent on a mission in Europe, part of which involved making preparations for a wedding (which I think means preparing for the wedding feast of the bride of Christ) – before which I traveled to an extremely paradisical location by a lake in the mountains. These mountains looked like they could have been in new England, but they were much larger than the white mountains are – I assume this represents the New Jerusalem or something like unto it.

September 26

In the dream, I was laying in bed next to black dog who would bite me not terribly hard, but would hold on, and would especially bite my hand; I tried to ignore this biting because I was trying to fall asleep. The dog also would lay directly on top of me as I slept.

I think this represents demonic entities harassing me. Creepy.

September 27

I dreamt I was part of an ancient order that protected artifacts. I was assigned to protect this ancient black sword, however the sword would keep flaking off pieces, and I realized eventually that I needed to preserve these flakes to perhaps try to repair the artifact.

I then was kayaking in a lake in a swamp and somehow something went wrong, and became marooned on my kayak in the lake for months and months in a sort of trance. I would try to venture to shore, but this owl would stop me from leaving (I’m assuming owls represent demonic entities, given the way the occult reveres them).

Eventually, I got back to the real world, but a lot of time had passed and it felt like my life was ruined. I had forgotten almost everything, I didn’t know anyone anymore, I didn’t have a place with the ancient order, or a place to live, or a family, or anything. I think other people from the ancient order had been kayaking with me as well initially, and they died, so people had assumed I died with them.

The first thing I did was sneak back to the ancient order center to steal back my sword; The people there didn’t recognize me and chased me out into the swamp (though I did get the sword). In the swamp, I also had to flee from talking predatory creatures who appeared as smaller innocent creatures and would lure you (in this case, a huge vulture-like creature which was somehow transformed to appear similar to a turtle), though a voice warned me about the vulture before it was too late. This was all even more complicated by the fact that for some reason my hands were bound together, stopping me from using the sword; I think they might have been tied together when I was marooned for ages in my kayak in the lake/swamp, and it was as if I hadn’t yet been able to untie my hands.

I then lived at a grocery store, which was where I had previously worked, and sort of got back my job. I caught a young woman steeling from the store and opted to be nice to her and let her go, even letting her keep the chocolates she was steeling. Her excuse for stealing was that she was going to kill herself – which I didn’t really believe but didn’t care enough to argue. The woman offered to take me on a drive, and I accepted, thinking I could use my time with her to teach truths. She then drove me out of town and betrayed me, dumping me on the side of the road, which was a problem because I didn’t remember the name of the town or store from which I came, nor did I have a phone. Luckily, though the woman largely was apathetic to my problem with getting back, she did tell me the cardinal directions to head when she dumped me (north?), and I received unexpected luck and help from strangers on my way back; I think I might have remembered the name of the town to be something akin to “clean little dear rock”.

Also, in the midst of my depression from losing everything because I was marooned in the swamp, I had this realization that protecting the sword would give me a renewed sense of purpose in life.

Interpretation

This was a weird dream, so I imagine you might not think it had any meaning.

But I think that the sword I protected was The Gospel, and the fact parts of it were flaking off represents how essential parts of the gospel have been progressively lost. So, I can have purpose in my life by trying to protect the gospel. The fact my hands were bound when I fetched the sword represents how I still haven’t been able to wield the gospel with great power and authority yet.

I think the ancient order I was part of was the Mormon Church – which while it has protected the ancient gospel to some extent – has also gone astray because of corrupt leadership; in alignment with the Church going astray and therefore no longer being trustworthy, in the dream I had to steal the sword back from the organization instead of just rejoining it.

I think the grocery store represents refuge, and my journey back to the store represents how I am journeying back to God’s refuge.

The woman who stole from the grocery store, who repaid my generosity and forgiveness towards her by marooning me in an unfamiliar place, I think represents corrupt religions who have taken their congregations away from true religion.

September 28

I was just exiting St. Petersburg while on a road trip leaving Russia, and I went to a grocery store at night to get food for the trip. The store was large (looking much like Walmart) and full of people in the parking lot, but there was all this security against westerners in the store and long lines to enter. This made it difficult for me to get inside, which was worrying because the store was closing. The right entrance of the store looked empty and therefore easier to enter; however, I was warned that the entrance was only for “members” and upon inspection found this to be true.

In the parking lot, I met Rosie Lost Sheep. She had recently learned that the Book of Mormon was true and was sad that the gospel she had tried to disseminate to the world wasn’t complete – as if she hadn’t done enough. I then showed her my blog, and it was as if my blog was the completion of the work that she hadn’t been able to do because she didn’t know that the Book of Mormon was true, and I was very happy about this.

There was somehow this Mormon prophecy about some event coming I think in October which I think likely is the rapture of the 144,000, though I forget.

As I left the grocery store, there was an odd scene where I was warned of Russian tanks harassing drivers. Strangely, I saw a scene of one tank which would notoriously weigh itself down with bundles of hay and then release the hay, so that the whole vehicle sprung back up due to the suspension. This sudden upward motion was used to flip cars.

I also think we saw this highway which represented the prophetic timeline, and there was this overpass where all the Christians were gathered waiting for an event to come to pass there. However, off to the side of the highway in a remote place waited Rosie and I, because we knew this was where the true event would happen. I think the place the Christians gathered represents the typical hope of a rapture to take all the Church away, which is incorrect. The correct view, which was represented by the isolated place whereat Rosie and I waited, is that the only people who will be “raptured” will be the 144,000 during the three days of darkness, and this group will then immediately return aback to the earth to preach the gospel.

I also dreamt of a Church conference, where church leaders told us that liberals and politicians were part of satanic conspiracies. The leaders I think acted offended when accused of likewise being part of such conspiracies.