I prayed for a little more than a week, asking, “Please show me what will happen with this Russian massing of tanks at the border, what will happen in Ukraine, and if I should leave.”

Last night, I prayed this again. I had a feeling and an expectation, “tonight is the night He answers.”

Dream: I am in a city. I see a large river bed, a courseway for water. Upriver, there is a mound of dirt blocking the flow. The blockage is mud and boulders, stacked up like a poured-in-place dam. A narrator calls this a ”build up.”

My wife and I walk out of the city. We actually walk closer to the blockage. “If I get closer, I can see better,” I thought to myself. We stood in an open space, with mocha-colored ground. During all this time, the mound continually grew and water piled up behind it.

Then, the mound peak reached flush with the top of the embankment. And, the water behind it. Suddenly, the thing broke free and moved forward along the river bed, which was more like a valley between hills. As the water rushed forward, the boulders and mud seemed to decrease and spread out.

As the water rolled forward, I noticed the place my wife and I stood was actually the top of a hill. The water forked. It went straight ahead, but also turned right as it passed our place. Then, water surrounded our hill. The elevation of the water seemed to remain steady, and I did not worry. Water covered more than half the area I looked at. But, not every place was covered.

The rock distributed as the water covered things. Suddenly, I noticed that there was a large traditional-yellow excavator with a bucket behind me as I looked over my left shoulder. I understood this machine had helped break loose and release the flood waters. It rolled forward on its tracks and went right down into the water. It went to the flow line and travelled with the river of water. I watched it through clear blue water. I saw it rolling along at the flow line in the bottom of a deep valley. The waterway seemed to be heading straight, passing the city my wife and I had just left.

Then I recalled the owner of this machine also owned a deep blue suburban vehicle. I looked for it and watched as a driver drove it into the water and followed the path the excavator took.

Then, the water level began to slowly rise.

I worried and said to my wife, “Okay, now we must plan a route to get out of here.” I looked around for an escape. But, we were surrounded. I looked at the enundated lands and noticed then that some places were shallow. The shallowest place also had some boulders, but seemed the best option.

“There,” I said pointing, “There is our path. If it gets worse, that is the way we will go.” But, then, the water receded somewhat. The level dropped about a foot, leaving water-logged, rich brown-colored soil.

“Okay,“ I said. Looks like we are safe.

END OF DREAM.

Notes: I have been thinking to move to Western Ukraine. This is a place prophesied by Phillip Barnett to be a place of safety for Ukrainians.

Boulders: military assets. Militias, fighting units. Things that can crush.

Mud: Men (made of clay) corrupted by disinformation (the words of men.)

clear blue water: This is God’s judgment, not a mere act of men.

Excavator: a ”machine” that does heavy, not small works. It is an excavator because the “Long arm” shows that the police forces are integrated into it. This is the framework for mafia in Ukraine. Police are more corrupt even than Philadelphia or Modesto.

SUV: physical assets and valuables held by the mafioso. They will take them with them, but will join the Russians.