Nov 26th 2005
I dreamed that I was working on the top floor of an office building in NY City. This building had several floors, each floor was like it’s own little building attached to other floors with locking mechanisms that locked each floor to the one above it, yet it was designed in such a way that people could travel and up and down the floors by stairs and elevators. This building looked similar to the Columbus Police Department building in downtown Columbus. I was working at my computer and so was everyone else in the room I was in. Then there was a violent shaking, an earthquake so violent, everyone was thrown from their seats and onto the floor. I could see out the window by my vantage point, and I saw the Eiffel Tower. I thought, ‘Is it going to fall? No way is it going to fall and hit our building. ’ Then the top of the tower began to slowly tip towards us, and then it rapidly fell over like a great tree as it slammed into our building. I thought, ‘What’s the Eiffel Tower doing here in New York City? Isn’t it in Paris? Is this a replica?’ I felt the presence of God. Then I heard and felt a great voice say, “911 was supposed to be a wake up call but, people went back to sleep!” Our top floor was smashed free of the locks that held it in place and it tilted over the edge, like a car hanging half way over a cliff. As people moved to one side or the other, the whole floor would shift left like a boat that has sunk in the trough of a great wave. I kept warned people and tried to get them to move around together in such a way that the floor could somehow be scooted around so that it would be on a level place. People ignored me and the danger and just went about their business as if nothing happened. I was grieved in my heart. Didn’t these people know that 911 was the beginning of great sorrows spoken of in Biblical prophecy? There will be no doubt God will be behind them, as people will see disaster on such a scale and hit in places no one thought would be possible. Didn’t they want to take the time to be with their loved ones? Didn’t they know New York City shall be destroyed and not be rebuilt? Every foundation was shattered, every building crumbled, all power and water was cut off. I felt people were given a chance to wake up, but failed. The presence and power of God moved the top floor so that it was level, just so I could get out. Everyone else stayed behind by their own choice. I left to go be with my family. This city was vaguely familiar, but it changed enough to leave me uncertain on which way to go. I decided to rely on signs, and there were many signs advertising many routes. Once I stopped to visit a white domed building. Inside was black stage lit by a blue light. People were waiting for someone to come out on stage with a solution. No one was coming, I focused on one I knew would get me home, 70 west. After a few turns and driving through some not so great areas of town I finally got on 70 West. End