Morning Dream

by Rick Wynn

Early this morning I had a dream and this is it:

We went to some convention.  For some reason I believe it was political like the democratic convention? I’m not sure.  This particular day was the second or third(?) day of the convention.  While seated—myself, wife, two of my sons, my brother, two older sisters and my parents who have been deceased for many years—the coliseum was packed and people were everywhere walking up and down the isles, at concession stands, standing and conversing.  The whole time I was there, I felt uneasy but didn’t understand why.  I remember the day before having a conversation with my wife about the abolishment of freedom of speech and how people, especially Christians were being arrested and persecuted because they spoke out about Christ and disagreed with the wicked things that where happening in the world. 

I don’t remember exactly what was spoken at the convention the day prior but I do remember that it left many unanswered questions about the government and some were unhappy about that.  It was obvious to me that the speakers were lying and dodging questions from the audience.  The next day (the main focus of the dream), there was a speaker/commentator who began the introduction and everyone took their seats.  This commentator seemed a bit spooky to me.  There was just something about him that wasn’t right.  He walked around the main floor as he spoke and it seemed that the people became like in a trance.  One man stood up however and said he had a question and when he started to ask it, the commentator immediately interrupted him and tried to cover his mouth with his hand so that he couldn’t speak.  Immediately, a siren when off and many officers, and some others (FBI like characters) literally hundreds of them charged in after this one person.  I didn’t know who this person was or what he was trying to ask for we were seated too far away but he was determined to ask his question so he stood his ground continuing to attempt to shout out his question until they reached him and slammed him to the ground. 

The weird thing about this was that as he stood there trying to shout out his question while the authorities closed in, the people (citizens) in the seats around him tried to subdue him to get him to shut up.  I immediately sensed that the man was innocent, yet he knew something devastating and they didn’t want him relaying what he knew to others.  Before his question was heard, they got to him; duct taped his mouth and dragged him off to the cheers of the crowd.  Watching, I said to my wife “see what I mean, this man only had a question and they arrested him simply because it was obvious that he didn’t agree with them.”

The commentator resumed saying “who actually wanted to hear him anyway?”  The crowd cheered him on and this infuriated me because I somehow knew that this man was innocent and no one cared, so I stood up and shouted “I wanted to hear his question!”  It became immediately silent as everyone looked at me.  At that moment, there was a man sitting a few rows in front of me wearing an orange jumpsuit outfit similar to a prisoner’s uniform.  At first, I thought he was looking at me.  With of look of serious intent, he nodded his head as if giving someone a thumbs up or clearance to proceed.  I turned around and noticed that a few rows behind me were a few other men whose eyes were fixed on him.  They looked young between their late 20s to mid 30s. One of them spoke to another and I saw his mouth say “in the name of Allah.” 

Immediately, I felt a very strong urging that we had to leave.  Without questioning it, I got up and said to my family, let’s go we have to leave right now!  We got up, made our way through the row to the isle, and began to make our way out through the large hall area.  I looked to my left down a corridor and heard machine gun fire and screaming.  Like a stampede, people were coming at us in great fear and shock.  My brother grabbed my 2yr old son, I grabbed my 5yr old son, and we ran like there was no tomorrow out that building.  Just as we managed to get out the door, they locked down that building and the gunfire and explosions were tremendous.  The people were locked inside.  Outside, we were immediately shot at as I felt at least two bullets swoon right by my head hitting a tree.  Somehow, I had gotten separated from the rest of my family but there was so much going on that it didn’t even dawn on me at first.  I, still holding my son, and others hid behind a pickup truck to take cover from the gunfire and I watched every person around my get hit falling over dead. 

Instantly, I remembered my son and looked down at him and his eyes were closed.  Before I could take in what I saw, a deluge of gunfire went off and people were dropping everywhere.  Then as fast as it began, it stopped.  I heard one of the militants say, “come on down” and I thought he was speaking to me.  I don’t know why but I turned around  and saw a gun man approaching me from behind.  He had been there all along and it was he who killed the others hiding behind the car.  When he got to me, he look me in the eyes and smiled but the smile was evil.  He looked at my son and pointed his gun and before I could plead the gun when off.  And he went and joined the others.  I was afraid to even look at my son and I cried out to God, yet I knew somehow that my son and I would be okay even if it meant he was with the Lord. 

As the remnant came out of their hiding places after all the gunmen were gone, my family had been spared.  My brother first came out with my 2yr old son.  My wife came out from her place of hiding, my older sisters and both my parents (who had been deceased for many years).  I, still holding my son ran to all of them and we cried and held each other.  I cried out my sons name and held him close to me when I noticed that he was dry.  There was no blood on him anywhere.  I looked at him again, his eyes were still closed, and then he opened them.  The Lord caused him to sleep through the whole episode.  When the militant shot his gun, he didn’t aim at my son for he thought my son was already dead.  Far better it was for me to suffer about that for the rest of my life than to shoot me, this was why he didn’t kill me. 

My brother had experienced almost the same thing with my youngest son.  He too slept.  As the others came out who had survived, they began to sing a song about being home, being truly home.  My brother began to sing “send revival” from Hillsong Choir?  The two songs were somehow entwined, but sounded beautiful as everyone lifted up their voices and sang.

I have no idea what this dream meant, but it seemed incredibly real as if I was actually there and experienced it.  I would love to hear anyone’s comments on this.  Let it be understood as well that I am not interested in conforming scripture to fit this dream.  I simply believe it to be interesting and that is all.  I have had many dreams concerning the rapture, war, invasions, etc., stretching back to my childhood.  Rarely have I felt the need to share the majority of them.  For whatever reason, I felt led to share this one.  If there is anything at all concerning its relevance to the Word of God, I trust that God will clue me in if He wants to.

Lift up your heads all of you and know that your redemption is nigh.

Peace be unto you all in Jesus name.

Your brother in Christ forever,

Rick Wynn