I was walking the streets with a couple of fellow believers. Night time
was approaching so we headed towards the small (unusually small) white building
in the middle of the town. I am talking no bigger than a tiny little bathroom. It had one door and windows on all sides.
When we got inside there were others inside as well. Not too many, but
others.
We began to fellowship with each other. Some were praying.
Then I
noticed a horrifying site! I saw a missile flying over us. Very closely,
it landed not too far from us. I was in
shock. Then another one! Then one flew over from the other side of the tiny
white building. (literally from the outside, this building looked no bigger than a watch house from a RR or draw bridge)
The missiles got more frequent and closer in proximity to the little
house so we opted to leave the house and go to the other side of town.
We were sitting high on a hill.
I ended up on top of a hill looking down on the city with my daughters
and several very tall men dressed in in white. They were armed as well. We were
watching the city being bombed.
“I” also
noticed the little house we had just been in. It wasn’t touched. I noticed
something else I hadn’t while I was in the building. The building was made
of very strong stucco and underneath the
building there were boxes and boxes of archived records. They were scrolls,
ancient scrolls. At least that is
what it looked like to me.
I believe
this is a warning dream of things to come. I get those from time to time. The Lord does
not give me dates and times.
Just to be
ready.
