Saturday 18 November 2023

I had slept poorly and gotten up early for the 4^th watch prayer call. At about 9am, I lay down for a quick power nap, and immediately went into this dream.

I was shocked, surprised and overjoyed to see Lenny J[1]. He had come to help Judith and me work on our new house. We were building and fixing, and he was strong, healthy and happy, wearing a white t-shirt. His arms were sunburned brown from working outside, and his smile was deep and calm.

We had finished working, and he was getting ready to go – I didn’t know where he was going to go, and I couldn’t seem to ask him. I was flooded with love and compassion for him. I put my arm around his shoulder he leaned his head against my chest. We were close and at peace.

Judith and I wanted to feed him, but he smiled and said, “I’ve got to get going, I’ll just stop and get some pizza on the way out of town. Do you think they’re open at 10?”

And then we said goodbye.

[end of dream]

I woke with a start and tears, it was so powerful and close, and I missed him so much.

[1] Leonard Jokinen, my brother, went to be with the Lord July 15^th, 2012.

Saturday 18 November 2023

Dream recall from overnight:

I was in a sandy desert-like place, with low undulating hills stretching out to the horizon. I was surveying with a helper, and we were putting wooden stakes into the sand as we were laying out a road. I knew I was back in time because the surveying instrument looked like this:

As we moved along, we came up to the edge of a vast, open cavern. It was so deep that I had vertigo looking down into it, so I lay down on the sand, peering over the edge at the sight. Hundreds of feet below, there was a hard-packed road, stretching off into deep tunnels at either end of the open rift. It was not paved, but solid and smooth, with people and vehicles moving in either direction, as far as I could see.

We went back to our surveying work and realized that we would need many more wooden stakes. At the supply yard, we were told specifically to stay away from the ‘good’ lumber and only use boards from the rough-cut pile. After cutting a large stack, we moved back out onto the sandy desert and continued to survey and stake out the road. We moved slowly over the hilly, sandy terrain. It was very quiet, the only sounds were our occasional shouts back and forth, and the hammering of the wooden stakes.

The path we were laying out led to a wooden trestle bridge which stretched over a ravine, but it was also a railroad bridge, and we couldn’t walk across it. I had to clamber down the ravine into a swampy, marshy area in order to get past the bridge and ravine. The dream faded as I was looking through the transit optic at the long line of wooden markers, stretching out over the sandy hills and curving out of sight.

Saturday 11 November 2023

A vivid dream recall:

There was war, and fighting all around me, explosions, lights flashing, buildings and cars destroyed everywhere. People and equipment were moving in all directions. Radio communications could be heard in between gunfire and bombs going off.

I was driving a white van, dodging blown-up stuff in the road. I was talking on the radio, my code was “one (something)”, and as people were calling me, I was answering, “One, roger; One, copy; One, I’m on the way, on the (name of some highway)”

I was speeding along when suddenly I realized that something was tailing me. It was a small, round drone, and I couldn’t shake it. Above all the noise, the Lord said:

            Stop and put it down!

I pulled the van over, threw it in ‘park’, jumped out and went around to the back of the van. The little round drone was there, hovering, blinking small red and blue lights. I held out my right hand toward it and said out loud,

“In the name of Jesus, you are terminated!”

Immediately the lights stopped blinking, and it fell to the ground with a “doink” sound. It bounced once and I knew that it was finished.

I jumped back in the van and sped off.

[end of dream]

Monday 6 November 2023

Several nights ago, I had loud dreams of metal being cut and shaped; there was steel, iron, something like bronze or some sort of alloy. The dream was full of shapes and pieces, with loud machines, cutters, tools, and sparks flying everywhere.

The scene shifted, and I was building something that looked like a long, boat-shaped thing, dug into the ground. The outer sections were steel of iron, and the inner structure was wood and stone.

As I turned away from this, I was taken to another scene. I was part of a security team, and we were overseeing a sprawling campus-like facility. There were dark forces moving around in the other building, mandating some medical procedures for people on the campus. We were preparing to drive them away, so we were meeting and planning where they wouldn’t find us, in some large maintenance buildings.

There were racks and shelves full of mechanical things to be worked on, bundles of wire and cable spilled out onto the floor, and benches were full of tools and lights. The teams were huddled together, kneeling on the floor, making plans. The outer doors were open, and in the distance, we could see the flickering of lights as the other forces were moving around. There was a strong feeling of strength and purpose, of knowing the outcome, as people were strategizing, “…then your team will go over to building 12, and we’ll come through the other side …”

[end of dream]

Thursday 26 October 2023

Wide awake at 3am with short, vivid dreams of a burning oil platform and an oil tanker nearby, also burning. Both had been struck by terrorists. Boiling black smoke and flames were reaching up into the sky.

Behind me I heard a voice whispering, almost hissing,saying, ‘you’re being too dramatic’. I woke with a shock, and great sadness for loss of life, destruction and the massive oil slick spreading out over the water.

I discovered this dream about DJT in my notebook:

30 November 2022

I can recall a long-detailed dream about Donald John Trump. He was working in his new offices in a city other than Washington – I sensed it was likely Philadelphia.

In the dream, I had been skiing with Judith, and we were shepherding a group of young people. Suddenly we were dispatched to work for 45, in the city. We were in a beautiful old colonial building, finding and organizing documents for him. He was SO good and kind, he was helping people who were lined up to see him. He had a big smile, twinkling eyes, and he was especially happy to talk with young people. He was compassionate, and used his authority to help people and fix problems.

Wednesday 13 September 2023

Dreams overnight of a dinner, but more than that, something larger, a feast, a banquet, a festival. Surrounded at table with many friends and family, remembering friends and loved ones gone, and talking with joy of weddings to come.

Then, done with dinner, I found myself driving a large vehicle full of supplies to a place where many people who need healing and recovery have come. I was not alone, as many were with me, distributing the needed goods. It is a large, sprawling place with many rooms and sunlit passageways connecting the rooms.

By ones and twos, we are helping those needing healing to their rooms, helping them get settled. Many have already begun to put on warm robes and begin to smile again as the feeling of safety and love and comfort floods the atmosphere.

This was so real and vivid, Lord I pray that these attacks are rendered null and void before they happen.

Tuesday 12 September 2023

Rain, thunder and lightning overnight.

Two dreams recalled, and I am praying to know what to do with these, Lord. Are you warning me? Whom should I tell? And when and how? I know you will answer, thank you and Amen.

1. There were cruise missile attacks on the main buildings of the following agencies of the intelligence community: NRO, NGA, NSA, CIA, DIA, FBI. There may have been more under attack, but I saw those buildings clearly. There was very precise targeting, intended to trap people in the buildings, to block roads and bridges. Many of the people who work there may have weapons in their vehicles, but not in their workplaces. So, the attacks would trap them unarmed and unable to get out.

The attacks were extremely well coordinated, missiles were truck-launched and boat-launched, some from very close inshore, from the Potomac River or Chesapeake Bay, some were launched from further offshore.

The missiles were flying low, following roads and traffic at 60-80 mph to remain undetected. There were also attacks on many other ground stations and more remote locations. Knowledge of the ground stations, locations, targeting points had been leaked by traitors from within.

This is an attack of retaliation, intended to cause major destruction and chaos.
[It was so vivid and detailed, I had to shake myself awake for a moment]

2. In the next dream, a headquarters building was under small-arms attack by a large armed group. They may have been South American, Hispanic, Central American men who had lived here disguised as ordinary outdoor workers, lawn and garden and maintenance workers. They were heavily armed and well organized. They had slowly worked themselves close to the building before opening fire and attempting to storm inside.

I was with a group under fire, returning fire, trying to get people out of the building from the other side.

It was shockingly loud and violent, and I woke up sweating and shaken.