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This I do in hopes of making fellow true believers feel okay to stand up and say that, without doubt but open mided, we know “something is going on somehow, somewhere”.

On this thread I ask kindly to not so much debate, but ask general questions or share. Disbelief is fine and all. But it has saddened me that I see so many posts that basically says ‘you’re a flake’.

Maybe my brain is different and I perceive differently. We are all unique.

I would like to see at least a few posts without a semi-flame to those who do believe.

I intend to share my prophetic visions with you.

Ps: I know we feel weird if something does happen. I understand that many things happen that we think is supernatural but is not. But speak up.


Me and my mother have always been cursed with prophetic dreams. I do not mean the ‘I dreamt I was in Wal-Mart and saw myself buy Fritos’ type dream but extreme dreaming with details.

I’ve had roughly 30 of these dreams and when I was 12ish I prayed for god to close my eyes. I was under too much pressure. For years I quit the dreaming. Then I opened the floodgate again (I forget why).

By far the most extreme and disturbing one I’ve had is still burned into memory. It happened 15 years ago.

I dreamt of a house with a pool and several boys playing. I knew every single person there.

Danny was 23 or so and he had invited any kid from anywhere to come swim and have fun; he worried that someone would get in the wrong crowd. He was a great guy. He’d drive into the projects like no problemo. And its not racist like it may sound. Just trust me. It was a rough neighborhood.

In the dreams I saw two young black boys playing. I knew them, met them two or three times at church. Friendly kids.

Oh yeah. The house wasn’t Danny’s. he was house sitting.

I watched the kids…. I wasn’t there there. Like. I was an observer.

I heard one of the younger black boys say something he jumped into the pool. God, I can see this right now clear as a video the scene changed into a powerful metaphor. A grassy plain, two huge rams ran at each other full speed and hit heads. There was.. blood. Everywhere. Everywhere.

The sceene went back to the kids. Blood was every. My sceenary changed.

I was in a car with family on our way into the church parking lot when I saw Mark’s red truck. He stoped and told us one of the young brothers died. The young one dove in and slamed his head into his brother. I forget which, but one died almost instantly. Sceene changed.

Pastor Ford was speaking. I forgot the colors now but I remembered the details down to the exact pattern tie and socks. He gave a short speech. I woke up…..

I told my family of it some, ad my best friend, Quo8 here, in detail.


A few days later we were pulling into the church parking lot when I saw Mark’s truck……

Everything was identical. The clothes, mark, and all and also I had no idea Danny was houses sitting.

That day on I’ve been frightened of dreams.

This is my prize example….. I have many more, mostly portraying when I would be hospitalized, why, where, and by who.

Its never been wrong,

I shared this which could easily deem me crazy. But it is pure fact.


Anyone else?