I’ve talked about this dream before and even wrote about it in a few different blog posts I’ve done. I talk about it often because of all the dreams and nightmares I’ve ever had, this one really sunk into me hard. I remember the year it happened; 1986. I was just sixteen years old then and not really as awake of a person as I should have been as far as being spiritually enlightened, so to speak.
I did clue in that it was a prophetic message of some kind. That much I did figure out, but still had many questions surrounding. And I knew not one human being could figure it out, not even those who claim to be dream specialists.
The dream involved me being on a tall bridge, high above the ground (more like water) and it was connecting two sides of a city. For some reason, Vancouver, British Columbia felt like it was the city I was in. For me that’s weird in itself because I’ve never been there. And, after that dream I had, I have zero intention of going there.
In the dream I am on this bridge and it’s dark out. I fathomed it was evening, but there really wasn’t enough time to figure out if that was the case or not. The dream started immediately with a violent shake that felt like a mammoth earthquake. All I recall was hanging for dear life on that bridge as the world around me burst into absolute chaos.
I guess I must have closed my eyes while on this bridge because next thing I remember is seeing chaos and destruction on one side of this bridge and the exact same thing on the other. The only thing that remained unharmed was the bridge itself. However, laws of physics suggested based on the level of destruction that occurred and that the nightmare was far from over, the fires raging would sooner or later get to the bridge and I’d be done for.
So I wrestled with the decision to which side of this bridge should I run to. Do I go east or west? Neither option looked good as they both had so much chaos and destruction going on within them that staying on the bridge was actually safer at the time. However, there was an urgency to pick a side and just go for it.
Without putting any further thought into it and opting to save my life by any means necessary, I decide to make a run for it towards one of the sides. However, I do recall stopping just short of reaching the destination as the connection between the bridge I was standing on and the land I was going to run for broke was severed.
Looking back, running to the other side wasn’t an option either as the connection between the bridge and it was also broken.
Now, I do remember the bridge making movement, but it wasn’t as expected. The lands this bridge was in between were the ones that gave way, not the bridge itself. I finally figured this one out after years of thinking that bridge was a crossroads for me based on life decisions as to what I wanted from this particular world.
All this time I thought the bridge was telling me time was running out for me to make a choice between sides that had so much uncertainty to them. But recently I’ve come to realize this wasn’t the case at all. The bridge was my protection from those two sides of uncertainty. Remember, in the nightmare those sides were extremely unsafe. They were in states of chaos and everything was destroyed. There were cries of despair as lives were being decimated and it was clear survival from all that was just not humanly possible.
I’ve come to realize the bridge was Yeshua (Jesus Christ), hence why I felt so safe on it despite me being clueless to what was really going on. However, in this nightmare I did not trust Him enough to keep protecting me and I made the mistake of attempting to pick a side in some vain belief that it was the right thing to do.
As I look back, I recall the latter half of 2008 having me at a crossroads in life where I was reacquainting myself with Father by picking up the Holy Bible and do what I’ve never done before. Read it from cover to cover. It was already established even then I trusted no denominational church and no man-appointed priest. I also came across a name and face I recall seeing back in the mid 1980’s that had a profound effect on me. His name was Herbert R. Armstrong.
It was one of those late nights where I couldn’t sleep. So, I decide to watch TV and came across The World Tomorrow and it was hosted by him. It was the only episode I ever saw as I was fatigued and didn’t pay attention to the name of the show nor what hour it came on. I do remember looking for it again but never could find it. Until 2008. There was stuff he mentioned that really hit me hard and it was the best piece of ministry I ever knew. To this day it still is, aside from the bible itself.
What’s uncanny is all that he warned about in that particular episode actually happened. There’s still more yet to come. In 2008, when I got the name, the programming and the name Church of God, I did some searching. I tried to connect to the Worldwide Church of God, but they contradicted what Armstrong preached. So I searched again and found Restored Church of God. I then learned about Living Church of God and I started remembering the splinters even Armstrong mentioned. At first I wasn’t too wary because I was excited about certain veils being lifted I never saw through before. However, when I started to see certain attitudes and inconsistencies I pulled back.
It was if someone pulled me back. Again, it’s the bridge feeling. I felt like when I first read the bible I was on the bridge, searching for a side that seemed approachable enough despite it’s uncertainty. I had a taste and realized that side is not survivable in it’s current state. Too much chaos within the ranks and too many splinters that can fly out and take out my eyes and more.
It was even at a time where I favored Zionism, not realizing what it really meant. For me, I assumed the Zionists were the Jews of the Holy Bible that God rescued from Exodus. It did not sink in they could be the very counterfeits warned about. I already knew something was off about the Roman Cathoilc Church and their splintered denominations, but didn’t think too much about the splinters of Judaism.
Again, picking a side with too many uncertainties. That bridge felt like it jolted me away from fully committing to that side and thus sealing my fate in a manner that would have brought about my destruction.
I already knew the other side of the bridge was not an option. That side lied to me my whole life. Even with good intentions, the darkness that engulfs that side is so toxic that it keeps the victims clueless that they’re being systematically killed off.
The raging waters below I’ve come to learn is the symbol of the storm that’s erupting from the wars brewing from the two opposing sides. The bridge that is situated high above it had me in a position where I could see everything. However, my judgment was so clouded at the time that panic won out over faith. It was because of that I nearly ran to my death by failing to believe in the bridge of protection I was standing on. Those raging waters below is the fight between good and evil that dwells within each of us.
We each have choices to make. How often are we told to pick a side, or choose your fate? But, as I’ve taken it upon myself to read the bible the second time recently, I’ve learned there’s another choice we’re offered but this world doesn’t give that to you. Only Father does via Yeshua (Jesus).
It then hit me that it wasn’t about a choice what to do with my life as a member of this world, but what I choose to do with my life spiritually. It was about choosing life on this earth or life with Christ. Staying on that bridge, even knowing it will let go and plunge into the rough waters below, was choosing to believe in Christ instead of the world I was trapped in that kept me distracted.
Those two sides represented neverending quarrells that had resulted in their inevitable destruction. So distracted were they with their own pettiness they didn’t realize running to that bridge was their only way out of a fate that would otherwise have them burning forever in that eternal fire the bible talks about.
It’s not the first time I’ve had dreams of this nature, nor has it been the last, but it is the most profound that has really dug deep enough into my psyche where I can’t let it go. And I won’t let myself let it go even if I could. Something deep down tells me to remember that bridge and never make the attempt to step off it again.
This is one of my dreams. I’m making a point to talk about them more because I have a really bad, gut feeling that they’re more than just goofy little nightmares that are influenced by my conspiracy theories, etc. Most of these dreams have taken place long before I took it upon myself to stop being so apathetic and speak out more.
I had a crazy dream that something hit the earth, or at least something really catastrophic happened that was impossible for any human being to avoid. I dreamt people who escaped to underground bunkers were trapped down there with no way out and their means of escape wound up becoming nothing more than death traps.
I also dreamt many of those bunkers wound up experiencing structural damage where cracks and holes were created and surges of water and debris poured in with no way to stop it.
My most profound was being outside somewhere, in a field, and I could see the sky looking like a war zone – but the war wasn’t inside earth’s atmosphere. It was beyond that, but visible enough to see what was happening. Destruction of literally biblical proportions taking place way up high and knowing full well whatever comes of that will have remnants of hit hitting the earth.
And it did. I remember hearing crashing, feeling the earth shaking, etc. The biggie was hearing something coming from the east. I knew it was coming from that direction based on where I was and how I was standing.
The sound was rumbling, as the ground was also doing the same. To the west I could see ground breaking up like as if a multitude of miniature earthquakes going off. Wasn’t super bad, but you can see further west it was actually worse and it was full of smoke, dust and fire.
As scary as that was, it paled compared to what I clued in was coming in from the east. Looking on, a giant blue wall of water reached heights that could rival the tallest skyscrapers. It was heading straight for me and I knew flat out there was no way I could escape it. Nobody could.
That wall seemed to just stay up in the air with refusal to come down. And it was getting closer. Why won’t it crash? I couldn’t understand why it took so long for it to crash down. That is how the laws of gravity work, right?
But it did crash. When all that water came down you could see what it had picked up when it reached it’s height. It had vehicles, a house, debris, people and animals. Like a tornado, that water scooped up all in it’s path without prejudice and was about to throw all that down with force.
Nothing in the path of this water and the items it took with it had a chance to get out of harm’s way. I recall the water hitting me with such force that I could literally feel myself in what I can best describe as fluid flight as this powerful tidal wave seemed determined to sweep clean through the prairies without slowing down.
In that dream I honestly don’t know what became of me, other than that water wall hitting me and most definitely knocking the wind out of me. Did I die? Did I somehow survive? I don’t know. Woke up before I had a chance to figure that part out.