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Tornadoes of 2008(Recorded 1:04pm - January 09, 2008)
And there I was, all of a sudden, I see a crowd of people walking hastily towards a room that looked somewhat like a bar.
Inside this room
was situated a television set which everyone gathered in front of trembling with
fear. The television was set on a
news channel and on this channel horrifying images of a history making tornado dominated the screen. I was horrified. What I saw on
this telecast was horrendous. Torrential rains poured down heavily as if sent
directly from God. It felt and looked as though this was the end of days
and in no time I became gripped with nervousness.
I exited the bar looking room and realized to my horror the wrath of the heavens at work. No investigation was needed. The disaster was evident. My eyes were greeted with a hellish scenery of pure uninhibited catastrophe, the kind I had never seen or heard of before.
The tornado was acting indignantly demonical, whirling ferociously like a choleric beast. I watched in dread as it left trails of destruction everywhere it touched. It was merciless. The force with which it moved about was overwhelming and like nothing I'd ever seen before. I looked on at the unfolding devastation and shivered within my body. My bones trembled. My heartbeat became unstable. This was all too much to process, not only for me, but for every other fear stricken spectator who was there with me.
In the midst of all the frightened pair of eyes looking at this unusual rage of nature stood a unique lady. Out of the thick crowd of people, she stuck out to me the most mainly because of the obvious transparency of agony in her loud screams. I was standing behind her and saw for myself how horrified she was. It was no mystery. With every object dismantled by the unforgiving storm, her cries grew thunderously. She was petrified. But of course, the massive winds didn't care.
The tornado took it up a notch and decided to cause even more damage. I watched it hop over to a bridge and begin to churn aggressively around it. Now, this was no ordinary bridge. This bridge was one of a kind, a beautiful work of art erected very high up into the air. From where I stood relatively far away, I marveled at how big it was, how well it was decorated and how strong it looked. This bridged looked as though it was built to withstand all of mother nature’s wildest anomalies.
On this particular day however, the storm was immeasurably agitated. It was stronger than anything man had ever witnessed (at least anything I'd ever witnessed). It was as if this storm had a mind of its own. I watched it charge relentlessly around the great bridge like an innumerable army circling against a small city. It was like being in the middle of a giant out-of-control merry-go-round.
The lady that was in front of me couldn't contain herself when she saw this. She began to yell “oh my god, it's (the wind) about to bring down the bridge, oh my god, it's about to bring down the bridge, oh my god, IT JUST BROUGHT DOWN THE BRIDGE”.
As she was uttering these words of emotional excruciation, the imperishable looking bridge came crashing down as if it was made out of sand, even though it wasn't. It came down in dusts as if the storm had loosened every bit of its cemented concrete.
Falling particles broke free from the enormous bridge and hit the waters below vigorously causing it to rise high and above its natural banks. A huge splash erupted as a result and every living thing within proximity ran for its life.
Fearing submersion, I panicked and immediately tried to flee the scene before the splashed body of water came down. Unfortunately, given the height of the splash and the appearances of its mass, it was clear I didn't stand an ounce of chance of outrunning it. This was heartbreaking. I was of course mentally devastated but still kept running. It was at this point of anguish I jolted awake.
As with most of my visions, I was glad this had only been a dream because if hadn't been, there was no way I would have survived it. It appeared to me however, upon awakening back to the present, that something ominous is in the works. May God Bless the Sons and Daughters of Man.
Pray, ladies and gentlemen. The end of times is near.
Interpretation of the Dream
When this vision was shown to me on the 9th of January, its meaning was at first hard to arrive at. I couldn't fully understand it the way it needed to be understood.
I knew something naturally cataclysmic was going to happen. What I didn't know was what the bridge in the dream signified. This bridge seemed to be, to me, the highlight of the dream. If only I was a good artist I'd draw it for you to see. But since I'm not, all I can do is describe how gorgeous of a monument it was. Frankly, I'd never seen anything like it before.
In my dream, it was when this magnificent bridge came down that all hell really broke loose. Everyone around me, recognizing the seriousness of it, scrambled for cover. In their minds, I assume they figured if the wind can bring down this great bridge, there's nothing, absolutely nothing that it won't be able to destroy. So they panicked and ran for their lives.
The bridge stood to make a point about the intensity and the unusual nature of the great storms that were yet to come. You see, a typical storm may damage part of a bridge or even shake it up a bit, but the storm I saw in my dream was no ordinary storm. It behaved like an alien from out of space. Like a foreign power invading a country, this wind was merciless. The way it all played out in my dream, you'd think the country was at war with some super power. The winds were acting chillingly astute as if they had a mind of their own. This was the exact reason I got the horrid impression in the dream that somehow, it was the end of times.
I'm not one of those individuals that is caught up in the whole concept of Armageddon but in this dreadful revelation that I received on the 9th of January, 2008, that was the impression I got. To me, the winds couldn't have been a product of chance. Something was causing it to behave this way. The tornado acted as though it was being directed by a higher being. When it circled that great bridge, it seemed to have done so specifically to make a point to all those who believed in the bridge's imperishability. It was as if the wind wanted the world to know that "I am the all powerful and there's nothing of yours I can not destroy."
There was another feeling I had during this dream. It was a feeling of Despair.
When that bridge came down and the flood waters covered the streets, I thought to myself, blessed are those who are wealthy. Blessed are those who have saved for this tragic day because they are the ones that can easily transition to another place should an unstoppable natural disaster destroy their properties. What am I saying? Prepare for the future. Exercise a judgment of selectivity when it comes to expensive items that lacks necessity. You may need the money.
Related Links: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/03/16/MNVFVKO0C.DTL&hw=twister&sn=002&sc=802 http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,348829,00.html (Forecasters Predict 'Well Above Average' Hurricane Activity for 2008 Season) http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,349129,00.html (Tornadoes Reported in Texas, Oklahoma and Arkansas; 1 Killed) http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/weather/04/11/severe.weather.ap/index.html (Storms pound heartland; 2 die in Oklahoma flooding) http://www.srh.noaa.gov/jan/events/2008/Feb05/index.php (February 5th and 6th Severe Weather) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008_Super_Tuesday_tornado_outbreak (2008 Super Tuesday tornado outbreak) http://www.srh.noaa.gov/hun/stormsurveys/2008-02-06/weather.php ("Super Tuesday" Outbreak Weather Summary) http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23006771/?GT1=10856 (Deadly twisters - 55 people killed across South) http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/science/05/28/tornado.year/index.html (2008 could set records for tornado deaths)
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After
waking up from this nightmare and pondering on it for a while, I arrived
at a conclusion concerning what the bridge really meant.