Missing People

Something major had occurred Most of the population had been wiped out or taken away almost instantly. It was shockingly unexpected, At first we thought we were the only ones left, although we realized later there were at least a few others. The people in my group were panicky. I thought about what Loca once predicted, how it would be in the end-times: All kinds of panicking folks out in the streets wanting and ready to kill for food. If that was end-times, this wasn't the end. The streets looked deserted until we got on the freeway.  Cars (which were probably programmed with scheduled routes) were moving along without passengers and it was the eeriest feeling to be the only vehicle on the road with humans inside.

I was the calming force. I had the plan, First we would go to the food shelf where I volunteered. We could use whatever healthy food was left in the storage freezer and pantry shelves. It made sense to stay in Southern California, close to the coast, but it made more sense to go away from Los Angeles County, to a place where the ocean water was somewhat safer to fish from. Another woman in our little group thought we should head up to the mountains, to an area with a lake known for fishing, where there would be more fruit trees. I thought, wherever we go , we should locate ourselves near a greenhouse where it will be easy for us to cultivate a lot of different vegetables.

We all finally decided we should wait a few days to decide, except for one woman who said she was going to make her way up to San Francisco and then she was going to "borrow" a yacht and go to Costta Rica. Yes, I looked at her like that was strange. Plenty of yachts less than ten miles away if you want to "borrow" one. With the shortage of human life around, it seemed there were plenty of yachts available for the taking.

As we were getting ready to go, we heard some strange noises, followed by sirens that increased in loudness. We headed up a hallway that led to the front of the building where there was a church. We opened the side door to the church and found a bunch of hungry cats. There were cats trying to climb up my legs. Some were trying to bite my legs and I had to swipe them away with my cane, which I did not like doing; however I had to defend myself and try not to be bitten.

The sirens arrived right in front of the church. There were two fire engines in the front as we opened that door to see. Some of the cats also went out of those doors, but they avoided the dead mice that laid all around encircling the outside off the church building. I tried not to look at them because I wanted to bolt out the back way. Keeping my attention from that thought were two very human firemen who said they were responding to an alarm.

Analyze that! LOL

Kidnapped

The worse thing was, I didn't believe anyone was going to notice I was missing until the trail would become really cold. No one would ever find me. I would be a slave forever.

They told me that was why they were kidnapping me. I would be a sex slave. They took me to a church for a meeting. At the end of the meeting, I read a poem I had written. A man who was a part of the kidnapping attempted to shut me up, but I just kept turning away from him and got louder and louder. He snatched the paper away from me, but by that time, I was almost through and I was yelling out the bottom lines.

I never ended up having to do anything sexual in the dream, and I was telling one of the nicer kidnappers how much pain I was in at the end before I woke up. I was telling him they must have not been thinking very clearly to have chosen me to kidnap for these purposes. I was terrified they were going to kill me, but multliple sclerosis makes my body too stiff too much of the time, I am too old for this. He was nice, but he kept saying things like, "I know what you mean, but...

I am glad I woke up.

Flashback to December

Same vision/nightmare/premonition as in December 2011 with a little more added to it.

Same group of women sitting in folding chairs, in an area that may be inside of a church? The room is somewhat centralized in that it's not a simple four-cornered room and there are other rooms and doorways that are a part of what I see. I am standing behind the mother of the child that starts screaming bloody murder from inside one of those rooms. The mother has wavy brown-black hair. I only see her from the back. She gasps "Jacob" as she jumps up to go to her son. Another woman gasps "____ is in there with him," as if she already knew there was a possibility of something terrible happening because she knows he is a sick excuse for a human being. B___ is once again defending him and woman are immediately cutting her off with expressions that are shunning. As the poor mother is screaming and physically attacking SS, B___ is still trying to plead for his case talking about don't be so hard on him, he had this happen when he was a child  and he just needs mental help, I am yelling that he is past mental help and he belongs in prison and deserves whatever the guys in there do to him; he needs to pay for all the bad things he's done to people, especially for messing with children. He should know better if he really was raped by a man when he was a child. And if it was such a horrid experience why is he still talking to his so-called rapist? I woke myself up yelling.

I went back to this several times this morning, but I can't ever see the mother's face or see the child. I've seen into the room (it's like a nap room or a room for childcare) and I saw the mother hitting SS, but I wasn't focusing on the child to see what he looks like. For about 15 years now people have been talking to me about lucid dreaming. I wish I could direct myself better in dreams, but I'm not sure that I am the one who should control what I am being shown. Perhaps it would have kept me from realizing today that if B___ doesn't take care about her close associations with SS, her reputation is going to go down. Of course I probably already perceived that, but if this is a group of women from her church, it may be more relevant.

So I am a glutton for punishment sometimes in the scope of trying to be righteous. Knowing fully well that B___ has some viewpoints that totally go against my beliefs, I must go into prophetess mode and tell her this vision has happened again. I already know she will meet with an untimely and shameful death. I don't know the exacts, but she is too close to SS and the way he is and they way so tight, I wouldn't be surprised if he and his actions are the death of her. But I must warn her. If there is anything she can do to prevent this, she should! But she won't because instead she wants to impose that my visions are demonic. She asks me if I think I am a medium and starts talking to me about her idolatrous religion. I am ready for a bonfire and to be burned at the stake as a witch. It would be laughable except 1) there is this little boy named Jacob who is going to have a terribly traumatic experience and I am totally frustrated with my efforts of trying to stop it, 2) after she tried to call me possessed, I told her he was nasty and she was nasty for trying to defend somebody who is so nasty, 3) She keeps on with this stupid misery talking about "I know you don't like him..." and I still feel (and may always feel) I am only an observer and that like has nothing to do with this! I live a holy life and she doesn't. My gift is a blessing and not anything from anybody evil. People didn't treat the prophet Jeremiah very kindly either.