On the morning of Tuesday, October 21st, 2025, at approximately 4:00 am - 4:30 am, I dreamt:
I was standing inside a large processing center. There were rows and rows of tables, and thousands of people were gathered, filling the entire space.
I watched as equipment and uniforms were being issued —just like the first week of basic training, before soldiers go downrange and officially begin.
I looked around at the people… at the gear…And I asked the Lord,
“What are they here for?”
Then I heard it. The sound of machine guns firing. The echo of war. I saw the ammo clips, the 240s, 249Bs, Mark 19s, and .50 cal weapons.
And in that moment —I knew. These people were being drafted into World War 3.
A wave of sorrow and terror hit me as I watched them being taken away from their friends and families. Not just men… women were there too.
Then I saw another group. They weren’t being armed. They were volunteering — serving their communities…handing out food, organizing blood drives. I saw storehouses filled with canned goods being prepared.
And then… I heard it. A small bell — the kind you’d find at a hotel desk or restaurant counter.Ding.
A woman struck the bell. She lifted her voice and called out loudly:
“Order ready for Hegseth!Order ready for Hegseth!”
Then the scene shifted. I saw a TV news headline covering a massive protest. Trump was marching with millions behind him, carrying a banner that read:
“We will not stand accused.”