I had this dream in Thailand--sometime before my return to the United States in late March. It was in a unique sense, prophetic; I am still trying to figure out the real meaning behind it.
I was walking with a new friend and we came across a forest that seemed more like a battlefield. There were dead bodies lying everywhere...demons and humans were in the middle of combat! Everywhere we looked, the demons seemed to be winning as they beat down every human who crossed their path. "What is this?" My new friend asked. "What's going on here?" "It must be the end times," I answered her, being surprised that those words had escaped my lips at that moment. "Jesus is coming, and the demons know that their time is short. Therefore, they are trying to do all they can before He comes back." I looked up and saw a fenced off area where the demons seemed to be carrying people into captivity. Just then, I saw my father and one of the deacons from my home church approach the gate of the prison. "What are you guys doing?!" I yelled at them. "Don't go in there! You're going to get yourselves killed!" My father answered, "We have to go in there. We have no choice!" I was getting ready to say more when I saw my mother in the corner of my eye with a bushel of twigs, their ends puffing up in smoke. I immediately turned my attention to her. "What?! Mom, what are you doing here?" She goes, "Well, I have to go rescue the captives. If we don't set the captives free, how else are they going to get out?" she asked me. I groaned, knowing that what she said was true, yet I knew she would have to risk her life for such a cause. My mother and one of the women from the church rushed in as my father and the deacon from before came charging out carrying someone on a stretcher.
And then I woke up.
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