Saturday, January 8, 2011

Caretaker of the House--The White House



Dreams from the LORD 2003-2006
1 July 2004

Last night, I had a dream where I was talking candidly with President George W. Bush. He was smiling. President Bush left the house we were in and I stayed behind. It seemed like I was the caretaker of the house. Then it was nighttime and German terrorists attacked the house. I saw people running around the grounds of the house I was living in. The grounds of the house were extensive. They (the German terrorists) had a fancy jet fighter and they were strafing the house. The jet fighter was red and black and it crashed close to the house. Then this well-dressed, blond-haired German, who was a secret agent, walked up to me with a wicked smile on his face and said that he was here to kill me. He had a syringe in his hand with a long needle—the syringe contained some highly lethal poison. I told him that no poison could kill me. I bared my arm and told him to inject me with the poison. He injected the poison into my arm and you could see the green poison go into my veins, but nothing happened—I did not die.

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