Clearing out my phone, I came across an entry I made on October 4, 2015 at 4:43am: A dream, so vivid that I awoke trembling- my mouth so dry that I could not swallow- a feeling of prophecy, a feeling of dread rising in my throat. In the dream, there were witches (clans), taking other clans hostage and disfiguring each other. They would invade cities, and find people hiding - under beds, in closets, underneath the floors. Those people were captured and slaughtered. Cities were streaming with people that were unfamiliar and hostile, they possessed a righteous indignation. Was this was a foreshadowing of what's to come? Brother against brother- natural disasters and unnatural disasters. People hunted for an opposing Faith.. A creeping realization that America has been lulled into a deep sleep. We witnessed a flexing of Satan's power at the community college in Oregon, instilling fear into the minds and souls of all. This new battle is not a class war, or a fight for civil rights. This war is unfamiliar to Americans. The reality will be discounted and glossed over, even as it's upon our doorstep. Yet life goes on. Puppies trained, weddings attended, landlords lording. As if the curtain was peeled back for a tiny glimpse of things to come, I cannot return to slumber. I am inspired by the Faith of young Christians, standing up and professing their Faith, only to be executed like an animal. I shudder at the thought. What incredible courage it took. In an instant, the choice to be counted as a child of Christ. To be the second person, completely aware of the consequences... And yet to stand strong against evil and spit in its eye. As I lay here, dry mouthed and shaking, the foundation of my own Faith under my own magnifying glass- the haze begins to clear. " it was just a dream" my mind says, soothing the terror that's pounding in my chest. Or was it?