'They’re coming, They’re coming; The Tanks are coming', The crowd began to scream and panic and chaos broke out. People began to trample on one another. I was quickly whisked out of the city.

June 2011 Dream
I had a dream that I was in a European town with cobblestone streets back in the late 1930’s, right around the time that Europe was hearing rumors of wars coming closer to their towns. I was dressed in a white flowing dress with a sash around my waste. I was walking through the town and had the feeling that there was the presence of the Holy Spirit that was walking with me off of my right shoulder. I was to walk through the town and I would get a leading in my spirit that I was to tell a person that it was time for them to go. Not everyone could see me as I walked through the town. Only the people who had eyes to see and ears to here were able to see me. I walked up to a man leaning on a 1930’s car and said, “Sir, it is time to go now”. He tipped his hat and smiled and walked on down the road”. I saw two small children playing in the street and I did not see their parents, so I walked up to an elderly woman and said, “It is Time to go, please take these children with you down the road”. The children were a little boy and girl maybe 3 and 5 years old. I told another woman as she was walking down the road and she began arguing with me about, how did I know it was time to go, maybe it isn’t. I was prompted to keep on moving down the road. Do not argue with anyone and keep on moving, time was critical. I looked around and I asked if there was anyone else that I was to tell to leave and I didn’t get a leading to share with anyone else so I was told that it was time for me to leave the town. As I was about a block out of the town, a young 21 year old man came running into the town screaming, “They’re coming, They’re coming; The Tanks are coming”. The crowd began to scream and panic and chaos broke out. People began to trample on one another. I was quickly whisked out of the city. I felt as if the Palm of His Hand had scooped me up and moved me down the road a thousand miles like a maglev train going 200 miles per hour. I could hear the panic and screaming like it was up close and within a second we were thousands of miles away and the screams were far in a distance. We were gone and safely away from the danger.

Jul 26, 2014

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