The Tower and the Lions

I dreamt that the world had just collapsed a few weeks earlier, and I was with a group of people who had all shown up to this tower to desperately get food. The dream mostly took place in the atrium at the base of the tower which was multiple stories tall and had a brutalist concrete design.

Apparently, there was a specific time when people could start buying food at the room at the top of the tower, and I saw a flash scene of what looked like a cafeteria up there with counters covered in food, as one might expect to see on a cruise. We had just arrived as it was opening, but there were already people at the top of the tower who I guess had been waiting there in advanced for it to open. As the people with me and I approached the elevators, we heard slight sounds from above, and I had a very bad feeling about it. I discerned that the spirit was warning me to not go up, so I told the rest of our group that we should just leave for our own safety – the implication being that we might be hurt by desperate people trying to get food at the top.

On the steps of a large concrete room with a staircase and glass roof leading up to the atrium, I then received a prophecy that America’s enemies, Russia and China, would have revenge and destroy America in the next round. Somehow, I knew that I stood for the protector America, and that these enemies were represented as monkeys (later in the dream I will be represented as a tiger).

There then was this scene where there was this Chinese artifact at the top of the tower, and I was trying to safely secure it with my group. An enemy group tried to take it from us, and the artifact also strangely had red feathers which would drift off, and so we tried to secure the feathers as well but the enemies were able to grab some of the feathers. Somehow, I knew that each of the feathers represented a killed Chinese philosopher. Since we were outnumbered, a mad dash ensued of them chasing us out and the enemy group was able to kill everyone in our group with spears except for me, and it seemed as though I got out of the tower just in time. The end of this scene morphed into sort of being a game, where people weren’t actually killed, but were eliminated as they were hit by the spears – thus, at the conclusion, I remember all of my fallen teammates running along behind me encouraging me to get out of the tower in time as I was the last remaining alive person on our team.

In the final scene in the tower, there was apparently this appointed time when the room at the top of the tower would become accessible. I had the key to unlock the door of the room and started going towards the room just as the time when it could be opened approached. However, I had just learned that the devil was roaming around killing people and was said to be entirely undefeatable. I then saw the devil, who appeared as a terrible looking black and dark brown lion enter the atrium, just as I was leaving the atrium up the elevator. I knew the lion was coming for me, but thankfully I was on the balcony of the atrium so slightly separated from him. In this scene, I was actually a tiger, though I was still very much afraid of the lion. I also wrote in my notes that I stood for America and there were monkeys which represented Russia and China.

I then saw another lion enter the atrium – this lion being a light brown color and truly massive – and I knew this lion was called “Yahweh”. This lion looked very angry, but also was calm and measured, and somehow got to the balcony first. I remember dramatically throwing Yahweh the keys to the room at the top of the tower, just as Yahweh entered the elevator going up to the top. At the same time, the elevator from ground level to the balcony opened reveling the black lion staring directly at me, and the black lion was accompanied by another brown (perhaps female) lion. I knew the black lion had really wanted the key, but seeing that he had lost it, he decided to get revenge upon me instead. Thus, I ran for my life out of the tower as the lion chased me and slipped out of the cracks in the building.

There then was this scene outside of the tower where everyone was fleeing as though they knew the devil was coming. My relatives were there, so I hoped to be able to get a ride from them, but that didn’t seem to happen. People also were paying for bus tickets to leave, and I remember seeing a lot of unchecked robbery happening – different people having their stuff and money and bus tickets stolen just before they could leave – which seemed very tragic for them. I was with someone else, and we met this woman who we knew was rich who hadn’t yet fled. She apparently was downloading information from the tower, which was a risk because we all knew calamity was only moments away and we needed to leave asap. The woman agreed to purchase bus tickets for us, and I saw somehow that she only had enough money to get 3 tickets (which she purchased electronically) – thankfully enough for all three of us. Instead of a spot on a bus however, these tickets seemed to turn into roller skates, and we used the skates to escape the robbers who chased us (and as a side note, in real life I have never skated on roller skates).

There was then a scene where I joined a larger group of people who were also fleeing, and we were waiting at what looked like could have been a bus stop. I saw two men start fighting each other, and I knew one of them was in the right and the other in the wrong; the one in the right I think might have been the other person with me who had also received a bus ticket from the woman. He then asked for help but no one helped, and he then complained about how he couldn’t believe the Church wasn’t willing to take a stand for good versus evil. I then offered to help him in his fight, but then I devoted my efforts to disbanding the fight by trying to pull the ring of bystanders away from it.

Finally, we entered a large room where a meal was prepared for us, and my grandmother and another older woman tried to teach the gospel to us.

Discussion

I have had several dreams in the past also involving races for artifacts imbued with spiritual meaning. I suspect these artifacts represent the gospel – thus we are racing to restore the gospel of which in its truest form has been long lost to history. Yet, surely there is a lot more meaning to these artifacts and keys than I yet understand.

Also, the two people fighting I suspect represent the republicans and democrats fighting. In case you haven’t noticed, I am republican.

I think the death of all my teammates from being struck by the enemy team’s spears represents how much of America will be destroyed violently. Nevertheless, I remember that I myself represented the protector America, so seeing I ultimately succeeded in the dream that could hint that America isn’t completely destroyed (though I have had other dreams where America is destroyed).

A Demon Possessed World

I dreamt that I was sitting at my kitchen table with my eyes closed, and I could hear my dad speaking a prophecy. I felt like I was in a half dream state where I was hearing a dream of my dad speaking, yet I had my computer in front of me and was able to type out what I heard him say. In reality, this was all a dream while I was lying down.

He spoke of the world as if everyone was possessed by demons, and then I saw a scene of the downtown of my city where there were crowds of people, but instead of people they looked like glowing green semi translucent demons. My dad then said that we could find evidence in this from how women didn’t use their breasts anymore to feed their children but instead hire maids (which I interpret as a discussion of declining fertility rates).

I then heard him say that if you called them out, these women would give excuses about how they needed someone to provide for them and they deserve help and other people’s stuff. However, the best course of action was still to challenge them and say that they weren’t convincing (especially given their lifestyle) – as if we should say that we didn’t believe what they told us and that what they said didn’t make sense – though I am not exactly sure to what degree we were advised to challenge them and say that what they said wasn’t convincing. Simultaneously I then saw a scene of a woman standing on hills and a cliff by the ocean in stormy weather, and a bolt of lightning that I knew came from God struck her. I then saw how half of her face looked like it was human, while the other half looked demon – though these halves were more fragmented into each other and not a clean division of one side human and the other side demonic. I knew this was showing how the power of God was helping to exorcise the demon out of this woman – bringing her out from being completely controlled to only partially having demonic influence.

After my dad finished his discussion I tried to finish writing down what he said, but my mom started attempting to distract me. I shushed her and told her I was trying to remember, but she persisted, and even tried guilt tripping me by saying that I don’t listen to her even when she finally opens up to me. I tried running outside away from her, but when she finally found me she continued to complain. I then suspected she was a demonic entity trying to make me forget the dream, so I directly voiced me suspicions and asked her to hold a pencil to prove that she was not an entity. She didn’t try to hold it and started saying crazy stuff instead, including about how I should be afraid. Again, all of this scene was still part of the dream and didn’t actually happen in the physical world.

I also remember learning in this dream that God’s mercy goes out to all peoples who come unto him.