My dream was set in the future. I was this very skilled fighter pilot. Life had changed. Society was now dominated by the military due to a very intense threat of war. I worked in a school converted for military use (as many, many schools had been). It was my idea to modify the school elevators so they would go down so quickly that you temporarly floated inside, the elevator would land in water, and you would exit into the water, and by the time the water was dispersed, you were in your cockpit via a hatch in the floor. wee ! This was much faster then getting suited up, taking a long drive out to a run way then climbing up and into your plane. I kept telling my commanders, 'Hey, the battle of Armageddon is comming!' but they didn't take it seriously. I went ahead and with 2 other people practiced getting into the plane quickly using the elevator that splashed into the clear water. As I was under the water, I was delayed because I couldn't quite get my foot into the left boot. I realized something, I wasn't afraid of drowning, I was as comfortable in the water as in the air, and could be under water a long time.
Even then, I was still fastest in my group. This was just an exercise. Those kids have got to react as fast as me when war starts. Then I opened a door into this huge area that was lined with a roman colonade. I saw from above, two great armies: both armies wore armour and rode on horseback. These armies were so vast in size, each seem to take up one half of the world. One army, was the army of Satan. His soliders flew plain black banners. The other army, the army of Christ, flew white banners with red stains to signify His blood. The armies were lined up now, staring at one another, each anxious to fight the other. It was not yet time, but it is very very near! I stood with the army of Chirst, very anxious to fight the enemy....but I was being held back...it was not time yet to fight...it is the time to practice for war.... I felt like being the fighter pilot represented the kind of attitude needed for spiritual practice....before this dream, I heard a message being preached that you must practice your faith or you will end up falling! The fighter pilot is already ready, always prepared to go in and fight the good fight...this is what we need to do, always be vilgilant about ourselves...be reading, praying, and growing....the water symbolized the spirit....I was as comfortable in the spirit as I was in air....and we have to be quick about reaction time...be ALERT....the armies have lined up in preparation for the future battle....

Today I watched a sermon and in it the preacher was saying the battle lines are drawn up....all Satan is waiting for is for God to make His move....it reminded me of this dream because the armies of God and Satan were lined up facing each other on the battlefield waiting for the first move......the preacher was saying God's move is the Rapture, and when we are Raptured, He takes the restrainer, the Holy Spirit, away. Only then the Anti-Christ comes to power.

Hi Squirrel,
How do you ever remember all your dreams? Do you have a dream journal? Just wondering because it is really hard for me to remember mine.

I do remember most of my dreams and I do keep a dream journal. I can see patterns eaiser that way.

Keeping a journal will help you remember dreams. I have written my dreams in a journal book and after 2 weeks I've been able to remember my dreams vividly

Awesome dream from God!

I too have had these battle dreams. I've had several where I see the battle between God's army and Satans army. I've even dreamed of fighting. But for some reason most of the time I am taken away to be with God before the battle ends. I've also had many dreams were the military is in control and there is a lot of corruption in the military. It seemed like our nation was in a state of marshal law.

It sounds like that battle that you saw getting ready to happen was THE BATTLE, like you said the battle of armaggadon.

How wonderful and encouraging that the Lord see's you as his fighter pilot who's ready for battle.

I am glad I am not the only one. Unless something wakes me up during a dream, I may remember some of it. But if I sleep strait thru the night I don't remember even having any dreams.

Stormdreamer,
I am amazed at the difference between how we see ourselves and how GOD sees us. I see a weakling....yet GOD sees strength....HE's the potter and I'm clay....for it is Paul said it is better to boast in weakness and affirmities because when weak, GOD is strong. Isn't clay weak when wet? Yet it can be reshaped into a strong vessel, and made stronger when put through the fire of the kiln....

It's amazing how tough some clay can be, I grew up in East Liverpool, once the pottery capital of the world. The clay found there was so fine, not even the Chinese ceramics could come close. If you get a plate with East Liverpool, Ohio stamped on the back, get it because it is the only hand made pottery that is microwavable and dishwasher safe. It's very difficult to break. Many of the family members worked for the Pottery. Now the potteries are empty, the clay mines often collapse and the houses built on top occasionally fall into them. Many a kid has been lost in the ambandoned clay mines (my dad and his brothers used to play in the mines!!!) The clay was mined out completely and the pottery industry went bust! If Christians are clay, perhaps there is a limited supply and time to be mined and used, and when we are gone with the LORD, the world collapses...and all the unsaved fall into the Pit.

I don't remember my dreams either - haven't remembered a dream in years.

Nancy

Perhaps we are getting old and our memory is in limbo referring to dream recall.

I didn't want to think that was the case!



Nancy

all mine reoccur for years and are terribly bloody. I did not want to sleep as a child.

But one laterly, I remember one and you'll laugh....

I have always thought the only war worth having was between males and females. Kind of fun, kind of enlightening on both parts, growing in a good way...cause you gotta admit, guys are, well, kind of, um.....

So God gives me this dream. Seven different bunches of people with (don't laugh) a caller for a leader of each bunch. Each one is in good humor. You know a caller; my dad used to be one as a youth when he was rink guard at a skating rink and loved it. That is where he met my mother: lent her a pair of socks....Anyway a caller is the one that calls the steps to square dancing ("swing your partner..."). One of the callers is a girl with dark hair and she isn't of good humor as the rest. She either gets asked to leave or knows she is going to be asked and leaves. Her group is dispersed between the remainig groups.

Then I see just one group as in micospect. Caller takes their palce at the head and all girls are instructed to line up shoulder to shoulder on one side. All men are instructed to line up shoulder to shoulder facing them, partners directly across from each other. Looks like two huge line dance teams facing one another, one girls and one boys, with a corridor down the middle and I realize that everything around us is the deepest black I have ever seen. And that we are all wailing for Satan to pass down the middle. Each of the dancing group will form the corridor he walks to eternal distruction (ie the buring lake). We are all jolly, but know how important it is to keep the lines straight and no gaps in between people. He must not be allowed to diviate from his corridor trip.

The music starts, we all begin to laugh and I wake up.

Marta and BZ...I can hear you laughing!.......

Leia

"the women telling the good news are a large army"...

but i cannot find the scripture...where it is written. but it is written.

and there is alot to be joyful for!

love,
bz

(i have very few dreams i remember...but leia, like you,
all my life, tornados...and big tidal waves, from a child's age...
i sometimes now, remember segments...like snap shots...
the other day, looking from above, it was dark..and there was destruction below, kinda like in N.O....
and i watched as a huge whirlwind made up bees!, like a huge tornado, was forming and going down there...spiraling, spiraling in a huge cloud......but that is all i remember.)

bz,

Bees....they have never really frightened me, but maybe they should. You know, this may sound terribly weird, maybe it is not even possible, But I have noticed the wasps the the mud dobbers are looking different these days. My husband thought I was "just being weird again", until he saw it too. The wasps look more like dobbers and the dobbers look more like wasps so it is often hard to know which one it is. And I saw a wasp coming from a mud dobbers nest and back in. What do you think?

It is probably just this forum, but the whole whirl wind thing is popping up again in drawings. Totally unconcious thoughts. and that same flower like thing with four circles and one in the middle; at least I made it look like a flower by adding a stem and leaves because it looks so odd, like nothing really and I DO NOT want to be "weird" to people here. That is the "four square" God keeps tell me about. I thought He ment the child's game for years. I was queen of four square in elememtary! But that wasn't it. I got caught in a hurricane driving home in Louisiana once and had to stop the car. When the rain stopped enough to see where I was, I had parked in a church lot called "Four Square Church". Now THAT is weird. But there is a fifth now in the very center as if to fullfill the four. Like capping them off. Oh, I don't know....I wish he would give all this to smarter people than me.

Leia