I had a dream the other night. I was not at home, I was visiting California – Central Calif and everyone was in this restaurant, singing. They had asked me to come up and sing a song.. I said no, over and over.
Then, I decided, ok, what the hell… I got up to sing, but then there was a LOUD blast—we all went to the window to see what it was. We were watching rockets & bombs fly across the sky. Destroying everything. 100 or more feet high in plumes of smoke.
So a man yelled: RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
I immediately started thinking, instead of panicking.
People were scattering like cockroaches when the lights come on.
Instead, I thought; “Go behind the building”
That is what I did and was safe..
I watched the particles of the P G AND E power plant fly all over.
Then, I woke up.
Here is a poem I wrote many months ago:
I have a lot of these type dreams:
The Wedding day of doom
A storm of fire…blackened plumes
Smoke in the billows of clouds.
A morning in white turned into a day of fright.
A Scripture came to mind;
The days of Lot
People….eating, drinking, making merry
The day came upon us, it did not tarry.
We didn’t believe it would come to an end, not at a wedding, where there is feasting and friend.
We coddled the enemy
Built their cities
They laughed in our face
Without any pity.
Profiles happy on a sunny day
Turned to devastation, from the battle array.
Fire, smoke and gas, all over our land
It went according to their devices and plan.
Babies gone, women in turmoil, the men have gone
Taken their spoil.
A dove of peace..
Will it settle the mind?
Has God forsaken
While America is left behind?
God has turned his back on the slaughter, we rejected his love, our children, we have martyr’d.
Waiting for rapture to unveil, yet God looked away, his word will prevail.
Apocalypse now, on a wedding day.
Or…The enemy will have his way.
Poem & Mixed Media Collage by; P. AsheDina, The Mad Jewess~02/18/12