B and I were in a large room of a large mansion. Every so often, the scenery would change into some movie that we had both seen before, complete with all the original actors, whether they were animated or real. It changed to Sleeping Beauty, then to Cinderella. It changed to a scene that B didn't recognize, and I told him it was The Sound of Music. He didn't know what that was, so we watched it for some time. This was when I realized he had the remote and could change the channel at any time. When Julie Andrews started singing the theme song from the sound of music, he recognized it and immediately changed the channel because he hated the movie.

We were then lying together on a couch in my parents' basement - only the couch was up against the wall, like it used to be a few years ago. B was lying on his back and I on my side and with my back pressed up against the back of the couch. We were quite comfortable together. He was flipping through the TV looking for something to watch when a red haired girl came on the screen. I told him it was Angela Asbury. He didn't know who she was, so I told him that she had played in Murder, She Wrote and Bedknobs and Broomsticks. I was trying to think of what else she had played in, but to no avail.

I was still thinking when I heard the downstairs door open. I looked up and B was coming home from work. The B who was still on the couch with me, held a cookie sheet up to block the view from the B who just walked in and then kissed me. He lowered the cookie sheet and I said 'hey sweetheart' to the B at the door and he replied 'hey baby' obviously happy to be home. The B on the couch raised the cookie sheet a little bit so that he couldn't see himself at the door. I grabbed the cookie sheet, raised it higher, and kissed the B on the couch passionately.

Damon and I come to a sub sandwich stand in the early evening (it's getting dark). There is a very long line to order. We notice that just opposite of this stand is another sub sandwich stand with no line. We go to the stand with no line and wait there until the line for the other stand becomes quite short. We then ran over to the first sandwich stand to order. Christy (a girl from high school) was making the sandwiches, and all she put on mine was a dime-sized piece of meat, a dime-sized piece of vegetable, and a dime-sized piece of cheese; she didn't even slice the bread in half before putting the ingredients on. I was upset at the meager amount of food and instructed her how to properly make a sub sandwich. She didn't quite understand, so I took the knife and showed her how to slice the bread, and then I piled on a large amount of ingredients. Her eyes widened in amazement and understanding.

Then Damon and I were driving in my old blue truck through downtown streets: close stoplights and a lot of traffic in the middle of the afternoon. I was driving up a slight hill and the green light turned yellow. I tapped the breaks then slammed the gas to the floor, running the red light. I swerved a few other vehicles, but didn't hit anything. Damon asked why I did that, and I told him that I didn't have the time to stop. I drive up to the high school and park up on the sidewalk/entryway instead of the parking lot. I did this so that I could be close to the doors.

It was nighttime again, and I was out near the football field, track, and baseball field. It was purposefully flat ground and all grass. There was a bonfire going, and hundreds and hundreds of young people - both teenagers and college aged students. They were having a jovial party, everyone having a good time. I was very uncomfortable being around them because I felt like something terrible was going to happen. I definitely didn't want to be a part of it.

All of a sudden, something happened and one hundred of the students had been willingly possessed by the devil. The hundred were very loud and confident and almost bully-like. They all were wearing white shirts with black handwriting on them that said things like "100+", "100 Chosen Elite", "The Devil's Own", and "Satan's Elite". The 100 'chosen' stuck pretty much together, so they were easy to spot. I was scared that I would be harmed for my religious beliefs, so I decided that I needed to leave. Quickly.

I was walking very fast down a row of metal bleachers, and a girl from high school named Delane was sitting alone on a bleacher in front of me. She was dressed in all one color, something very odd for her, and as I passed she asked me "Where's your God now?" I jumped into my truck, grateful that I had parked illegally so close to the school. I was compelled to go find B and tell him that I loved him, because the last time I told him that was when I was crawling into bed and he was asleep, so he didn't hear me. And I had to let him know that I loved him before Jesus came back and the tribulation was in full swing.

On the way to find B, I stopped at a lady's house. The house was pretty small and had a staircase that began at the front door and led up to the bedrooms. This lady was Latino and her mother was living with her. Her mother had a dream the previous night that she had walked down the stairs in the house and the handle of the front door was just a rectangular pull handle instead of the knob that it was supposed to be. She pulled on the handle and the door opened to a room full of sugar. The lady told me that after that dream, her mother keeps asking why the doorknob is wrong and has to sleep with a flour sifter full of sugar next to her bed. The old lady kept asking for sugar while I was there.

I left and ended up at Damon and Dana's house. They and B were there with me... I was very happy to be able to see and hug B. However, there was a group of the "100 chosen" in the living room. I was in the kitchen sitting on the counter trying to figure out a way to get rid of them without them becoming angry. Damon came into the kitchen and turned into the man who runs the Voice in the Wilderness newsletter/website. I asked him if this was really it, and he enthusiastically said that it was. He then quoted many verses from the book of Revelation concerning the '100 elite' as the first part of the tribulation. He peeked around the corner into the living room, turned around and told me "and there *beautiful!!* I remembered that part from reading the Bible. B then came into the kitchen and asked if this was some sort of sign from God regarding the end times, and both I and the other guy said of course!

The guy turned back into Damon as Dana joined us in the kitchen. She was very mad that they were in her house, while the rest of us were just scared. One of the possessed boys who was very tall came into the kitchen and asked for a glass of water. I gave him one, wanting him to leave. Dana became very upset that he was in her house. She grabbed a kitchen knife and went after him, intending to stab him. She kept saying that if she killed them, then the devil would leave her house and town. She looked obsessed and very determined to kill them all.

She rounded the corner and the boy was now floating horizontally above the kitchen table with his eyes wide open. She drew her knife back to stab him, and a hologram popped up over his body showing her six possible places she could insert the knife - three equally spaced on his side, and three on his abdomen. Damon kept telling her that it was a very, very bad idea to do anything with the knife to this boy, that she didn't know what kind of wrath she would invoke on herself, that this situation was much bigger than her, that she would only make things worse, not better, and that she would die instead of the boy. He finally talked her out if it. We were all very scared.

Damon, I, and one other person were up on a lush green hill on an island in the middle of the ocean. It was a beautiful day with a lot of sunshine. We were situated so that we had a gorgeous view of the water, although no other land was visible. All of a sudden, a couple of miles out, a large portion of the ocean bubbled up sending large waves toward the island, almost as if a bomb had gone off below its surface. I asked Damon if it were a tsunami, and he said no. I felt like it was a volcano erupting under the surface, but there was no lava and no steam coming from the area. Yet I was still certain that is what it was. It had turned the ocean into a storm with large waves and large holes, and the sky had darkened.

We stood there trying to figure out what was happening when an ambulance boat with its lights and sirens on drove right through the stormy waters, from my right to my left. I gasped, thinking that it would fall into one of the holes, but it made it through without a scratch. Then I saw a large yacht trying to make it through the same way the ambulance did. Two tugboats surrounded it. It stopped right in the middle of the storm and turned flank towards the waves so that it would capsize if it were hit with a large enough wave. I asked Damon what they were doing, and didn't they realize that they shouldn't stop??

I looked back up and they were gone. Instead, there was a large, dark hurricane right in front of our faces. I hid behind Damon and asked him where it came from. He told me that it was a lot farther away than I thought it was, but I could feel it brushing my nose. It started to pour rain down upon us, and then it swept Damon away. I couldn't do anything to stop him.

I was standing on the sidewalk of a city street somewhere in California, being merely an observer - I wasn't active in the dream at all. The street was on a hill, and from the bottom of the hill came a slow vehicle. Inside was a lady sitting in the passengers seat holding a girl of about 8 or 9. The passenger's door was missing. The girl was quite happy and playing, but the mom was in tears. The lady (the girls mother) had left the girl outside all night long, and something had happened to the girl that was lethal. She lied out on the pavement all night, and some deadly chemical in the pavement seeped into her legs and infected her. At the same time, her legs stuck to the pavement, not allowing her to get up. Since the girl currently looked quite happy, I thought that there was nothing to worry about. However, the mother knew otherwise. After the car passed, I was still standing on the sidewalk a few hours later when I learned/knew that the girl had died.

I was in a large mansion with Melissa and a lady we both knew in the dream, yet I do not recognize her. It was this lady's home; it had a very grand staircase and was very spacious. I really remember the tons of space. Melissa and I both felt very comfortable in the home, and awaited the arrival of Damon and Dana with their dogs. Meanwhile, we decided to make a run to the store to get groceries. We ended up at a mall, and after getting the groceries I told Melissa that I would be right back. I stopped into a car dealership and bought a car. The dealer handed me the keys, and I went outside to meet Melissa.

I told her that I had just bought a car, but I didn't know what it looked like or where it was parked, but I had the keys. She agreed to help me look. I turned around and sitting right there was a jet-black car. It had a very smooth, sleek shape - something kin to a Corvette or a Ferrari. I was shocked at what a perfect vehicle it was, and even more shocked when I discovered that it was the one I had just bought. Melissa asked if she could drive it home, and I told her no.

At home, we waited until Damon and Dana arrived with their dogs. It was as if I was still living at my parents' house, and they were expected for a visit. Hugs went all around, and the lady who owned the mansion took the dogs into her bedroom. Then the mansion turned into my parents' house. I told Damon to look at the new car I had just bought. He oohed and ahhed appropriately. When dad got home from work, I showed him the new car. He took it for a test drive and was gone for about an hour.

When he returned, we all went outside for a barbecue and games - it was a beautiful summer afternoon. I looked up beside the west side of the house and saw that all of the family vehicles had been parked alongside the driveway to give the two regular spots to Damon and Dana. I ran over to the downstairs kitchen window where mom was doing dishes. I asked her if she had seen the car, and she said 'yeah' with disinterest.

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