Dream recall and Visions, a dream of three distinct parts, somehow connected

1. I was traveling, or doing something like work – in a city or nearby small town, village, teaching or speaking to people; there are stone buildings, like granite, blue-gray, and I am in some sort of courtyard or open space between structures – happy and free and energized, smiling and laughing, and yet serious, earnest, meaningful, being a part of or directing a part of some mission, some great task …
   
   
2. Suddenly, ‘time’ has shifted back to before there was a town or village, before there were granite structures…
   
   We are in a battle, a deadly fight with weapons – swords, pikes, knives – in the countryside, defending the small cluster of houses, buildings behind us, we are a small group (?50?) of warriors in plaids, some with tams, and another small group of attackers is pressing towards us.  There is hand-to-hand fighting and killing, and we drive down the slope to rout the attackers…
   
   
3. Some ‘time’ has passed and now the place of the 1^st battle was fortified, with walls and battlements – protecting the village and more behind. There is a very high wall behind, and smaller defensive walls in front, all lined with many (100’s) of armed warriors, now some with long rifles as well. It is very loud; the din of battle is felt in the ground. The oncoming enemy army is huge, some dressed in bright war clothes – orange/yellow, most wearing green/brown – they are heavily armed – storming toward the walls, killing the first lines of defenders. On the walls there is heavy fire downward as the attackers mount ladders to scale the walls – battle sounds are even louder, every soldier roaring, and a counterattack pours out of the gates, slashing and shooting.
   
   Multiple smaller battles break out and, in a clearing, the enemy soldiers are killing two of the defenders, driving a huge stabbing spear into the chest of one on the ground. His scream rips the air – the fighting all around continues, and the enemy is driven back, routed again.

I am awake in fear and sweat, breathing hard, and God says:

            You hear the screams of the dying, wounded – Hear in my Spirit the screams and cries of souls being driven from Me:

            Souls in regret, in pain, souls in fear of eternal death without Me, souls in agony, crying out for Me – Yes, My child, some already in the possession of the evil, some not yet far gone, screaming for Help.

Wide awake now, I hear, I sense, another voice, pretending to sound like my Lord, but his whining mocking sound gives him away as he hisses ‘oh yes, my “child”’ – I am trying to call Jesus, because in the dark, this vision explodes on me:

            A massive wall of red-black fire erupts, trying to cover everything. Somehow, I am not afraid, because behind and above the red-black fire is the white-blue-golden light. But I am pushed backwards by the intensity, the power of this ugly fire which is fighting the Light with everything it can roar. The immensity, depth, thickness of the fire is staggering. Yet the blue-white-crystal clean light comes around the sides of the red-black fire and covers it. I am safe, and I hear:

            Stand, and you will see.