In a dream vision I saw that a part of Virginia in the WASHINGTON, DC urban region had become reduced to a flattened plain. A weapon had transformed buildings and people into nothing but speckled white dust, hardened to the consistency of eggshell on the ground. I walked upon this plain of dust and it crackled under my feet. Yet not too far away, buildings still stood. The plain did not have a broad circular pattern of destruction. Instead, the pattern was thin and rectangular, more like a long thick line at least a mile wide cut by a mysterious laser. It appeared as if the enemy’s intention was not to obliterate the entire city, but rather to intimidate others and demonstrate its power.

I wondered what strange new weapon had caused this destruction. I looked up in the sky and at the level of the clouds I saw a band of air at a precise elevation roil like boiling water.

Those of WASHINGTON, DC, REPENT OF YOUR SINS, so the city may be spared the worst of the destruction to come.