🌟💢Victory In Jesus' Name

Date: 7/8/2020

I'm in a mall restaurant with my family, a Chinese buffet. I'm full, but I decide to get another plate regardless. As I walk back to the large table, I realize all the seats are full, except for a few seats at the far end of the table. I see my youngest sister just finish her large white plate and I consider asking her if I may sit there, but decide to leave her be. I then go to the restroom with a cup of ice still in my hand and stick a piece in my mouth, crunching loudly as another girl enters the restroom. Soon after, a large military man walks into the restroom and I know something is up. Then other military men begin gathering the people from the restaurant, into the restroom, keeping them under heavy guard. I realize they are going to shoot everyone not taken captive, so I beg the man to allow me to go out and bring back anyone who is still out in the restaurant or the mall. He says I'll have only 10 min, but agrees to let me go. So I rush out of the restroom and gather the children that had been left behind from the earlier chaos. As I ran out, guards in the mall almost shot me, but I yelled and told them not to shoot, I got permission to bring the rest of the kids... They left me alone. I then went to work, from infant to toddler, I hurriedly swept them into my arms or took them by the hand and brought them into the bathroom with the armed guards and the rest of the captives. Oddly it was only children, aside from one older gentleman who helped me to bring a toddler I had difficulty bringing because I had an infant I my arms. I desperately went back and forth, gathering as many children as I could, clearing the rest of the area. After bringing the last group of kids into the restroom, I remember the group of captives bringing the youngest to the very back of the room, away from the guards to keep them safe. I realize also that the leader of the evil guards is a well-known modern-day prophet. I look at him in disbelief and say... ”I trusted you”. I begin to wonder, so I ask him... what do you plan on doing with all these people? He tells me we're going to be sold. I ask what for, and someone says...”for whatever they want to do with or to us of course, that's what happens to people who are sold”. I'm very concerned for these people, because I know slaves are mistreated and abused in all sorts of ways. The guards prepare to move us, and I see this corrupt prophet prepare to leave. He is dressed in an odd outfit that you would never normally see him in, similar to full body spandex... it's grayish silver with a large black X on it. He leaves with the other leaders all happily because they know they'll make a lot of money off of selling us. (Note: I’ve learned that the people we see in our dreams are rarely who the dream is about. In this dream, I believd this prophet represents false prophets, those who gain our trust to mislead and take advantage of us. Not that he himself is false.) Continued... I now see a sky view of what is happening outside the mall and in the country. I see a news broadcast explaining that the country's military has blocked off the mall with a bunch of vehicles and people don't know what's happening inside the mall. I then see guards posted all over a theme park, questioning anyone they see, even the mailman with a package they careful examine. This evil power seems to be bigger than just the mall. I'm now back with the captives and it seems they've moved us to a room that is the size, length and shape of a hallowed out trailer home. There are two armed guards with large black guns. At this point I don't remember seeing any children, just adults. I realize they haven't taken our phones off of us so I switch seats with another prisoner so I'm sitting in the very back corner of the room so I can make a call without the guards seeing. A guard notices the move, is suspicious, but ultimately leaves it alone. I consider calling an old military contact I had so he could alert the army and rescue us. But I realized the army was a part of it. Then I decide to call Pastor Mathew so he and others could be praying for us, but before I get to do so, something happens... I overhear another prisoner that had overheard one of the guards on the radio saying something like "It's over". The prisoner thinks that means we'll be released, set free! But then the guards break out shooting, they're killing the prisoners (either because they're done with us or they lost control of the larger situation and people are coming to save us, like in the holocaust). Time skips and I see the majority of captives have been shot dead or dying. The guards are still killing. I decide I need to do something, so I approach one of the armed guards. We're about a foot away, face to face. I realize that if God will have me die, then I will be shot. If God would protect me, then there is nothing these men can do to me. As I stand there in front of the guard, he smiles at my boldness and gets ready to shoot me. I take a breath and say the name of Jesus. The guard misses the shot. Confused, he shoots again. Misses. I smile, realizing God is preserving me, the third time he shot, I only felt the heat of the bullet glaze my right arm. No harm. He is now confused and terrified. I then take his large gun from his hands and, once again trusting God for the strength, snap it over my knee into pieces. It didn't hurt, it felt soft. I then walk up to the second guard, he tries to shoot me, misses, and I take his large gun from his terrified hands as he and the other guard run off. I take this gun also and break it across my knee into pieces. I then go up to a young lady, trusting God, and ask if she has been shot or cut or is hurt in any way. She tells me she has cuts. I then lay hands on her body and pray that she be healed in Jesus' name. Without checking her, I know that every cut and bruise and wound she had has been healed. As I walk away, I hear her say "I don't like that person", referring to me because she is spooked about how I just healed her. I walk on to another injured person, ask them the same thing and pray for healing in Jesus' name. Without checking, I know they are healed and I move onto another person. This continues for a while, person after person, until everyone has been healed and only the dead are left. I then consider praying for the dead to be raised when... End: my dog woke me up from my dream. 🙈😂🐶