Early this morning I woke up but quickly fell back to sleep and had a very disturbing dream.
I was walking with my sister back to a place where I lived with 5 other people. So, myself, my sister, my husband and 3 other people lived in this pretty small room.
It was Christmas time and there was quite a bit of snow on the ground. People had created pathways to walk, but these pathways were still covered in trodden down hard snow.
All of a sudden we heard a huge boom and in the sky we saw a white and bluish type light. Than in a few seconds several lights went out. This kept happening over and over and each time we heard another boom, more lights went out.
My sister started crying and I took her by the hand and told her to try and stay calm as we tried to make it back to where we were staying.
We finally arrived. I woke up and fell back to sleep again. As soon as I fell back to sleep the dream continued.
Someone in our room (I did not know this person), tried to make a phone call, but said she got the wrong number. The next thing we heard were trucks coming down our street and lining our street. One pulled up next to our building. I need to say that these trucks did not look like military trucks, but more like moving trucks. Thought that was strange, but it could be they did not want to scare people or appear to be threatening.
We heard loud knocking on our door and 6 military men came in with guns. In front of them were 6 younger looking boys dressed in dark blue with black sacks over their heads. These black sacks kept us from seeing their faces, but were not dense enough that they could not see. So they could see what they were doing.
Each boy held a large blade and I knew they were there to kill us. These boys were being forced to do what the military men told them or they would be killed.
I knew I would be first. I was told to kneel down and I did. I started to pray and I felt him put the blade on the back of my neck. The last thing I heard was my husband scream out my name and could taste blood in the back of my throat. I do not remember feeling any pain. I than woke up.
I have watched a prophet say that Jesus told him that Christians are afraid of becoming martyrs, but there is a great reward for that.
And that the Lord told him that the moment the weapon touches the body of the person that his soul will leave his body immediately and go up to be with Christ.
Christ may spare us the pain, let's prays that he will grant us to courage and the Holy spirit