I will likely pay dearly for writing this article, but I have no choice. I made the only choice I needed to make over 4 decades ago when I chose to surrender my life to God. All that follows is obedience. That said, I am battling strong reluctance to share this article. I am opening myself to derision and contempt by my enemies. It is possible that I will never be invited to speak at another conference, or have another book, booklet, or article published, and my Social Media presence will be adversely affected.
Nonetheless, I must reveal a dream that I had last night. I’ve never had a dream like it, and I fully believe that it is a spiritual dream. People nowadays do not react well to such announcements because the eccentric Charismatics, especially the New Apostolic Reformation crackpots, are spouting bizarre revelations, heresies, dreams, and personal experiences, that make sane people shake their heads in disgust.
Some Believers have ceased believing in healings and other miracles because of Benny Hinn. That is allowing oneself to be robbed of truth by fear of association with error. We should beware of becoming so disgusted with Satan’s lying signs and wonders show that we go to the other extreme and deny supernatural manifestations that are of God.
Please consider the following scripture. Is it relevant for the endtimes? Would God send a dream to warn people that are seeped in apathy and are rejecting every conventional warning?
“And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions:” – Joel 2:28
I’m an old man that has been in ministry for over 4 decades. I had a dream that I believe was sent by God. It will not prosper me, make me famous, or provide any advantage whatsoever. So why would I risk so much to relate it publicly? Because I am not my own—I was bought at a price, and not one thing on this earth is worth disobeying God to keep.
A Dream: November 26,2019
Although I was very sleepy when I went to bed, I had a very difficult time falling to sleep last night. I had finished praying and did not have any extra burdens on my mind. As usual, I did not eat anything after lunch (we rarely eat dinner). We never watch anything violent on television and cut our cable TV years ago. I did not research or write an article as I sometimes do until late at night. But I lay tossing, turning, and sleepless.
I did not feel as if I slept deeply before and after I had the dream. My Fitbit watch showed an unusual sleep pattern that it has never recorded—3 times awake, 20 times restless, and 43 minutes awake/restless. One might declare that such a sleep pattern caused the dream.
The dream began with a breaking news report on television about a massive and dangerous freak storm approaching the West Coast. I was in a store somewhere and cannot identify the store or its location. It appeared that we were downtown in a large city, perhaps Greensboro, NC, which is about 25 miles north of us. The Announcer was very serious as he stressed that people should not take the storm lightly. He said that it could affect the entire nation all the way to the East Coast.
It wasn’t a hurricane, but was described as something that had never been witnessed before. Everyone along the entire West Coast were advised to evacuate immediately. There wasn’t much time to leave because the storm was approaching rapidly. The Announcer declared that there could be massive waves, very high winds, tornados, widespread flooding, and catastrophic property damage.
Time seemed to fast forward and I watched as the storm hit what I seemed to recognize as Los Angeles. I’ve never witnessed anything like it. It was like a movie where special effects were used to project something supernatural and shockingly sensational. The storm was massive. There were no clouds but a huge cloud, a mass of darkness with swirling strands of grey.
When I saw the dark mass, I could feel its power in my spirit with a great sense of dread.
Seconds after the dark mass appeared, a huge wave hit the city. Its appearance was as the color and composition of flood water. It was filthy with what appeared to be dirt or sand and other debris—possibly some wood. The height of it was much taller than the tallest skyscraper. I knew immediately that it was going to be catastrophic.
The skyscrapers crumbled as if they were melting like sand castles in the tide. Smaller buildings instantly vanished beneath its power. I do not know why, but I could hear people screaming. The roaring of the storm and wave was very loud. It sounded like the growling of an angry beast.
Within few seconds I witnessed the storm’s appearance, the city was completely under water. There was no land visible as far as the camera lens projected—then there was darkness.
Again, time seemed to fast forward. I do not know if it was a few hours later, or a day or more. Cheryl was now with me and there was near total darkness. There were a few scattered lights that I presume were powered by generators, but the street lights were off. I looked at my watch and it was 1:30 pm. I asked Cheryl why it was dark at 1:30 pm. I looked at the sky and there was no moon, no stars, and no wind. It was very quiet except for the rustling of something moving about in the shadows. I could occasionally hear sounds in the distance, but could not identify them.
It wasn’t long before I realized that we were in danger. Although the sidewalks were empty of people and there were no vehicles on the streets, I saw people darting from one shadow to another in the hue of the few lights that were on. We had entered a building and realized quickly that it was not a safe place. I did not trust anyone we saw and decided that we had to make our way out of the city. Two men came out of the shadows and asked me if we had any food. I said no, and warned them to stay away. They came closer until I picked up a piece of wood and threatened them. They left to look for an easier target.
There were other parts to the dream as we struggled to get out of the city. We were in danger several times, had to run, hide, and I had to fight for our lives. But I do not believe it is necessary to sensationalize the dream any further with those incidents. Suffice it to say that the power grid had been catastrophically damaged, there did not appear to be any law enforcement present, no sirens, no emergency vehicles, no means to communicate, no TV or radios were seen or heard, no planes flying, and no other sign of life except for people in pairs or larger numbers roaming about looking for victims.
This morning after I woke and was having breakfast I went on the Internet to research what could have caused such massive disaster. I discovered that a powerful storm could cause what is called a meteotsunami. In fact, a meteotsunami in 1929 caused a 20 foot wave to crash into Grand Haven, Michigan. Stunningly, the National Weather Service declared that “the United States is still in the early stages of developing a meteotsunami forecast and early warning system.”
Was what I saw in the dream a meteotsunami? It was something that the announcer seemed to present as unprecedented and unpredicted. What size of storm would it take to produce such a large wave? I would also like to know if something else could contribute to the size of such a devastating wave. Could a tsunami and meteotsunami occur at once? They have different causes.
What I know is that there are several events other than terrorism that could cause catastrophic damages to the United States and the world. The volcanos along the Pacific Rim could erupt. A meteorite or other large space object could land in the ocean. There could be a great pandemic. But most of those events can be somewhat predicted.
A meteotsunami, often called a freak wave, could occur without warning on a sunny day. People could wake up on the West or East Coast to sunny weather and sometime during the day be devastated by a massive meteotsunami. The largest meteotsunami ever measured was 20 feet high, but I have not read that a much larger one is impossible.
People might accuse me of trying to position myself as a prophet. That would likely be the stupidest thing one could do. If anyone is certain that he is a prophet, he should probably remain silent about it. The true prophets in the last days will be the most hated, despised, and hunted people on the earth.
It is possible that the dream was the result of a physical condition and I am making a fool of myself. However, it is possible that the dream has nothing to do with a physical or material event, but is a warning of a massive evil surge beginning on and saturating the West Coast and covering the nation. All that I know for certain is that I had the dream, it affected me deeply, there is a sense that it is a portend of unprecedented disaster, and that I must share it. Judge it and me by prayer and the leading of the Holy Spirit.
“Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.” – 1 Thessalonians 5:21