Dream: Heavenly Signs / Loss of Control / Believers Hidden and Protected

Tuesday, 10/21/2025
Sister in Christ

I had this dream on Sunday, October 19, 2025. I was instructed to share it that day, but forgot to and was reminded to do it today.

Here is the entry from my dream journal:

I dreamt I was at home and it was nighttime. I got out of bed and went to the window because I began to see shooting stars through the window. The sight of one, or even two, wouldn’t have caused me to get out of bed, but more and more of them kept appearing in the sky.

As I peered out the window, I saw red lightning in the sky. It looked like one of those lightning globe toys that I had as a child where the “lightning” would connect to wherever the globe was touched (I believe they are called plasma balls).

I took my phone out to record and after a few seconds of trying to get the lens to focus through my the window’s screen, I was able to record. For some reason, the first person I thought to sent it to was my brother whose name means “to break forth”.

The next thing I knew was I was suspended in the atmosphere above earth. I could see other bodies besides earth, but nothing was situated like how it was taught to us in school. I was simply observing at first until a massive, sinister-looking “planet” with a red glow came into view. It had rings around it, like Saturn, but was a deep red colour yet dark at the same time. In my spirit, I knew that its purpose was to destroy. My heart rate quickened as realisation dawned on me that a time of great destruction had come upon the inhabitants of earth. Then, suddenly, I was back on earth, but not in my room.

Some time had gone by and I was now on an airplane, still at nighttime, and we about to arrive at our destination. However, something had happened globally and the airplane had lost controls and communication. No one aboard was hysterical or visibly panicking, but everyone was bracing for landing.

I got out of my chair, feeling us descending, and went to the cockpit. There, I saw a tall, Caucasian man seated in the pilot seat. He was calmly keeping the aircraft level as he guided it towards the ground. Across his lap appeared to be another man who was passed out. My understanding was that the man in his lap was the actual pilot. There was also a woman in the copilot’s seat. No one spoke as he concentrated on landing the plane. I was comforted knowing that we would land safely.

As soon as we landed, the plane turned into an enclosed double decker bus and everyone was rushing to get off. I was on the top level and realised that I was travelling with others who, at this point, I had yet to identify. My only concern was to disembark so that I could contact my parents.

Once we got off, I took note of where we had landed. We had stopped in an obscure small town that felt like when you make a pit stop in a rural area outside a large city. It was very dark as the street lights were out and the few buildings nearby were not fully lit. Some of them were in darkness as well. Most of the people on the bus had dispersed, some getting into another bus that was waiting and others disappeared somehow.

I took out my phone and opened the messaging app that I use to let my mother know that I love her and my father tremendously. Her profile photo was of an old photo of me with a haircut, for some reason. I opened a second chat with my cousin, who lives in FL, who had sent me a reel video showing how perfect crop circles had suddenly appeared everywhere. However, these circles were around residential homes and not out in vacant cornfields or farmlands. Crying, she said to me in a video message, “It’s happening here, too.”

Next, I approached the second bus that was waiting nearby, stepping up to the doors to consider getting aboard. I immediately got the feeling (Holy Spirit) that the bus would be stopped further down the highway by something, so I turned away. At this point, I realised that a toddler who appeared to be my younger sister (whose name means “hope”) was with me, as well as my cat (whose name means “friend of God/gift from God). We were left standing in the pitch dark road with a man that I knew in waking life (whose name means “life”) and a young dark skinned woman.

I knew that we would ever know which way to go or what to do next without consulting God. In the dream, the man I was familiar with I knew was a believer. However, I didn’t know the young woman. I turned to her and asked, “Are you a believer?” She didn’t understand me, so I asked again, “Do you believe in God?” She said, “God? No! Of course not.” When she said this, I felt that there were more people on earth like her than those who truly believed. I became grieved for a brief moment before turning away from her to hold hands with the man in preparation to pray for guidance.

I said finally to the girl, “What is your name?” My intentions were to intercede on her behalf that her heart be softened to receive the truth of The Gospel. However, she was resisting me. Eventually, she told us that her name was “Worship”. The Man I knew and I looked at each other with a “you got to be kidding me” expression. There was a shared understanding that this woman was called by God for His kingdom and, yet, was determined to resist Him. (I believe she represented a category of people on the earth during this time.)

Across the street from where we were gathered was a Nigerian man and a few people with him. They were standing outside the property of the only residential building in sight. I went over to them and they were contemplating seeking help from the homeowners. However, there was a guard dog with something tied to its neck/in its mouth that was evidently not going to let us on the property.

I returned to the other side of the street, being careful to dodge two oncoming vehicles that were travelling. Both drivers were driving without any lights on which I felt was intentional. At this point, I began to get the feeling that more time had gone by than I realised. This was soon confirmed when another man approached us and asked, “How long has it been?” I quickly replied, considering how recent the plane landing was, “About twenty minutes or so…” The young female and the Nigerian man looked at me strangely and one of them said, “30 days.” I shrugged, replying, “Oh, I didn’t know.”

Suddenly, there was a table set up before us and our small group consisting of myself, my little sister, my cat (who was now getting comfortable on a white blanket beneath a chair), the Nigerian, and a few others were now seated. A young boy child sat beside me, and my sister sat beside him.

The Nigerian man presented the young boy with a plate of food in a white takeaway container. In it was white rice, some sort of steamed green vegetable, and a meat. As the boy began to eat, I took some of the food and gave it to my sister to eat. I tasted a tiny piece of the green vegetable only to realise it was a pepper (jalapeño?). As soon as I realised this, I took a sip of a bottle of cool water that I had and gave some to my sister whose water bottle was empty.

Then, suddenly, a caravan of what appeared to be law enforcement officers approached us. Although it was not clear which agency they represented, we knew that getting detained by them wouldn’t be a good thing, so everyone scattered. The few people at the table suddenly became a large crowd of people.

As we ran through the bushes, me holding my little sister in my arms, we soon reached a clearing that became an open lot. It had suddenly gone from night to daytime and there was truly nowhere to hide as we ran. I heard someone say, “It would not be good for the women and children to get caught.” As I heard these words, I looked back and saw that the agents had dispersed and were targeting people to capture. There was a man on a strange personal vehicle right behind me. I knew I couldn’t physically outrun him, so I cried out to The Lord, “[Lord Jesus, I pray, please blind them. Make it so that we are unseen to them.]”

Immediately, the man who was about to catch me continued to drive by us. I slowed in my running and realised that the majority of the people who were with us were suddenly overlooked by the agents. (I say “the majority” because it seemed as though only believers were hidden.) What also seemed to be apparent was that, excluding myself, those who were hidden were also unaware of how they were spared. I walked up to one of the men and touched him, saying, “Open [your eyes] and see.” As soon as I did, it was as if his understanding was opened and he realised that he had been hidden by the hand of God. I again cried out to God, “Lord, open their eyes”, and so everyone knew.

We gathered together and ran in a group toward a place where we were intending to hideout. Our pursuers were still searching for us, even walking amongst the group, but never once seeing any of us. This brought immense peace over me as we journeyed.

END OF JOURNAL

I began journaling at 02:32.

In Hebrew, 232 means “girdle; waistband, belt, girdle, belts; אֵזוֹר portrays far more than a strip of material.

“Threaded through narrative, wisdom, prophecy, and apocalyptic imagery, it binds together themes of preparedness, authority, purity, intimacy, and messianic glory—calling every believer to be cinched by righteousness and unwavering faithfulness to the LORD.”

The scripture I received was Joel 2:32:

​Sister in Christ