Anons, I have to share this dream I had last night. It was too vivid and I had a difficult time getting back to sleep afterward. Felt almost like a premonition.

I was standing in a crowd in a playground area. The crowd was comprised of patriots of all types. Some wore MAGA hats, some waved American flags, some were just cheering for America. But they were all looking in the same direction. I then stood up on a fence corner to get a better view of what everyone was watching. On the other side of the playground, was a swingset, with 4 patriots standing on top: 2 adults and 2 children. In between these 4 patriots stood Antifa types, clad in black, with nooses around their necks, about to be pushed off and hung.

I then went into a speech, and while I don’t remember the exact wording, I know it had a similar flair to Mel Gibson’s speech in the beginning of “The Patriot” where he was warning everyone what would happen if they voted to succeed from England. I started by saying that I believed that the Antifa people deserved to be hung, but I was quick to caution that if we did this, there was no going back to peacefully resolving our differences. We would find ourselves in a civil war, and it wouldn’t be just Antifa who would die. It would be our friends, family, neighbors, loved ones who would also suffer during this conflict. And while I wasn’t against going to war or killing these Leftists, I was seeing it in its proper context where everyone would suffer. Some of the crowd turned to listen. Others, having been caught up in the frenzy around, kept on cheering for the hangings to start.

I then found myself running through the crowd towards the make-shift gallows in a futile attempt to prevent the hangings and avert a war. I hadn’t gotten halfway through the crowd when one of the children pushed the first Antifa down and hung him. The other Antifa folks were likewise pushed soon after. The crowd broke into a raucous celebration. I stood there and shook my head. “I don’t need to see the rest. I already know how it’ll end,” I said as I turned to go back to my truck and leave the area.

As I attempted to leave, a girl/woman half my size with blonde hair and a tiny Yankee Doodle top hat cocked to one side of her head stepped in front of me and pointed a can of pepper spray/mace at me (in thinking about her as I lay sleepless afterwards, I believe she was my mind’s representation of “The Mob Mentality”). She then started demanding that I cheer for their deaths. I first told her to let me leave but she refused to move and threaten to spray me if I didn’t cheer for their deaths. I then tried reasoning with her, saying that while I believe they deserved to die, I’m not going to cheer for their deaths because I see what is coming next: a bloody war; and that it saddens me that it has come to this. I was not against the fighting, only the destruction and death it would bring, and how much the innocent would suffer with the guilty. I also said that as a matter of justice we should not cheer the death of our enemies, rather we have pity for them because they were probably destined for Hell, offer them every chance to come to their senses, and if we must kill them, we do so only out of somber duty to protect ourselves and the future of this nation. Not satisfied with my answer, she sprayed me with pepper spray and called for the crowd to attack me. I woke up after what felt like being pummeled on all sides by the mob.

Having thought about this all morning, I believe my dream was a warning about what could happen to our side if we let the mob mentality, similar to what has happened to the Left, take hold of us. We need to keep ourselves above their level. I pray that we do not experience a civil war, but if for some reason we do, we need to not act like the savages among Antifa/BLM/The Left. If we must go to war, we must do so in the spirit of Justice, not vengeance or hatred. Otherwise we would be no better than them.

I do hope Trump wins in 3 weeks. We’d have a better chance averting a full blown civil war with him as President.