A Dream Of A Nuclear Mushroom Cloud

Early this morning, July 28, 2004, I had a dream that America had
been attacked.  After I awoke, I looked at the clock and it was 5:47
a.m. in the morning, so I had the dream between 5:30 and 6:00 this
morning, on the aforementioned date. 

I am a Godly man.  I am not perfect, but I try to obey God.  I have
asked him in the past for the gift of being given dreams and
prophecies of the future, not for my own selfishness, but for his
glory and also in order to warn people before anything catastrophic
happens.  He is finally and quickly beginning to grant me my request
and answer my prayers.  Here is the dream:

In this dream, It appeared I was in my physical body, but I knew it
was me but my face was never shown.  It was as though I was me,
right now, in the dream, looking at everything and seeing
everything; not dreaming and seeing myself as a participant, but me
as though I was in my physical body actually experiencing the dream
and event.  It was like I was seeing everything, people going about
their everyday lives, the wind blowing, regular every day nature
like the winds blowing, fluffy clouds in the sky, regular
thunderstorms happening, people shopping, the earth and America
going about their everyday living and existence without a hitch;
much like now with news events happening but at present unaffecting
our normal lives. 

Then the dream shifted and it appeared I was living or traveling in
a remote area of Florida.  I know it was Florida by the topography
and landscape; I know my state like the back of my hand.  But
everything was normal, and people were going about their everyday
business and lives.  It appeared that we were on a bus going
somewhere and people had their radios on, and were listening to the
news.  Suddenly, something happened.  Something extremely
catastrophic and sudden.  It happened without warning, was sudden,
unexpected, and the people who had radios listened intently.  No one
knew how it happened, or who made the event happened but it was
nationwide.  The people around me knew what was going on and and
began talking about that it was just a matter of time before we may
get hit.  Others felt that maybe we wouldn't get hit because we were
in a remote area, far away from the big metro areas.  Where we were,
everything was still normal, the sun was shining, electricity still
worked, but you could see people in a flurry and were trying to get
away in their cars.  The people on the bus began to be afraid and
began mentioning the fact that that we would not be able to get
away, and that the highways would soon get clogged.  The people
around me had portable radios and were trying to listen to them to
get some type news of what happened, but the radios, it seemed,
became inoperative and now they could only get static; those who had
one began trying their cell phones, but all they got was static, or
nothing.  However, everyone knew something had happened, and they
also knew that it was just a matter of time before we would be
affected, or even hit.  People began talking about God and some of
them mentioned that they knew this would happen.  I began talking to
them and told them that I knew this would happen also, and that I
was glad I had warned as many as possible.  All of a sudden, someone
in the bus began screaming, we've been hit, we've been hit, look at
the mushroom cloud!  Everyone went to the back of the bus and the
person that had shouted that we had been hit was pointing up to the
sky.  A huge anvil shaped cloud, which didn't really resemble a
mushroom cloud, but was much larger than a mushroom cloud and was
much more awesome and frightful; in fact, it resembled a freak, over-
sized thunderstorm anvil.  Everyone became somber.  It was as though
we knew that we would soon die.  I began thinking about how I would
soon die, and that now I must really buckle down and do what God
expected; I also began thinking about how it would be like to die,
and what God and heaven was like.  Then we continued talking about
God, Jesus and other things of God.  Suddenly the dream switched. 
We were still on the bus, but nothing was no longer normal; the sky
was no longer sunny, everything was gloomy, the highways were full
of cars filled with people, and the authorities had set up many
checkpoints with these men, who were in ordinary civilian clothes,
checking everyone and giving them so called tickets.  Everyone on
the bus was talking about what big cities had been hit.  Suddenly I
shouted, Miami, Orlando, Tampa, St. Petersburg, Jacksonville; but
Fort Lauderdale, where I now live, had been spared.  It was as
though I knew this.  And an inner voice mentioned that only the
vital cities or cities of significance had been hit. I then began
thinking about how sinful Fort Lauderdale was and why it had been
spared.  Suddenly the dream switched again of me in a van. The fan
was old, made loud sounds from the engine, and I knew that it would
soon break down.  The van finally broke down and now I was on the
same highway that the bus I had been on was on which was now very
crowded.  After the van broke down I had to get out and push it.  I
was thinking in my mind that now I was on foot, game for robbery or
attack, and the authorities would probably figure out I was a
Christian and imprison me.  I began walking up to the checkpoint
where a man with a Haitian accent was talking to people and giving
them  so called tickets.  He asked me where my ticket was, and I
told him that I was on the highway and didn't know anything about
tickets, or no one had given me any tickets.  He looked at me and
told me to stand by the side and wait.  I was nervous but I
respectfully continued pleading my case but I was very nice to the
man, and inside my soul was praying that he would let me go. 
Finally, he wrote something on the ticket, and then told me to go. 
Then the dream switched to a house, which seemed like a broke down
mobile home in a remote area, and many people were in the house,
laid down, covered up, and it appeared that many were getting sick. 
I also saw a man, a supposed friend of mine that recently did me
very wrong who I've forgiven.  He didn't see me, but I saw him.  I
turned my head and when I turned to look at him again, he was gone;
and I thought in my mind that maybe he was ashamed to see me because
he was one of the ones I had kept warning about the event that had
just happened.  All of a sudden, I began seeing snowflake-like
particles, like ash falling when you light a fire outside in the
wind, and suddenly it occurred to me that nuclear fallout was
happening, and all of our deaths were certain.  I knew now that we
would all die and began talking to the people, trying to cheer them
up, encourage them, and also talked about Christ.  This was the end
of the dream.
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GARRY'S FOLLOW-UP:  MAYBE I HAD TOO MUCH TO EAT, OR WHATEVER, BUT
THIS DREAM WAS REAL.  WE IN AMERICA GO ABOUT OUR EVERYDAY LIVES,
DESPITE WARNINGS FROM GOD, AL-QUEDA, OTHER ENEMIES, AND EVEN
GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS.  THESE WARNINGS ARE INTENDED TO GET OUR
ATTENTION AND MAKE US PRAY.  WE ARE STILL IN PEACEFUL TIMES IN THIS
WORLD AND OUR NATION DESPITE THE SPORADIC WAR-LIKE EVENTS HAPPENING
AROUND THE GLOBE.  THE REAL BIG STUFF WON'T HAPPEN UNTIL THE ANTI-
CHRIST IS REVEALED.  IS THIS DREAM SAYING THAT SOMETHING HUGE IS
SOON TO HAPPEN TO AMERICA?  I THINK SO.  AFTER THE DREAM, I AWOKE
AND ASKED GOD ABOUT IT.  THE ONLY WORDS HE SAID WAS "SOON,
CATASTROPE, UNEXPECTED, SUDDEN."  I PLEADED WITH HIM LATER TO GIVE
ME SOME INDICATION OF WHEN THIS EVENT WOULD HAPPEN.  HE HASN'T
ANSWERED YET.  BUT ONE THING I DO KNOW; THIS EVENT OR EVENTS
HAPPENED ON A DAY THAT WAS NORMAL LIKE ANY OTHER DAY; WE WERE
TOTALLY UNAWARE THAT ANYTHING WOULD HAPPEN BUT THERE WERE "QUICK-
LIKE" EVENTS THAT BEGAN TO HAPPEN LEADING UP TO THE EVENT; THE EVENT
OR NUCLEAR ATTACK DIDN'T APPEAR TO HAVE HAPPENED BY LAUNCHED
MISSILES, ETC., BUT APPEARED TO HAVE HAPPENED BY SOME TERRORIST TYPE
NUCLEAR DEVICES THAT WERE ON A MAGNITUDE AND JUST AS POWERFUL AS
MISSILE LAUNCHED NUCLEAR DEVICES.  NO ONE KNEW THESE EVENTS WOULD
HAPPEN.  AND THE SAME COULD HAPPEN AT ANYTIME, ANYPLACE, AND YES
HERE IN AMERICA.  I KNOW WE ALL DON'T LIKE DOOM AND GLOOM, BUT GOD
TOLD ME TO WRITE, AND I HAVE, AND WILL WRITE MORE AS GOD'S SPIRIT
DESCENDS ON ME.  EVERY DREAM OR VISION I SEE I WRITE AND PUBLISH. 
YOU WILL SEE MORE.  BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY PEOPLE PRAY.  PRAY AND PRAY
HARD.  PRAY WITHOUT CEASING.  PERHAPS GOD WILL HAVE MERCY AND WE
WILL HAVE MORE TIME TO WORK AND WARN; PERHAPS MILLIONS WILL BE SAVED
AND NOT END UP IN HELL IF WE, THE CHURCH, PRAY, AND ARE GIVEN MORE
TIME.  OTHERWISE, WE WON'T HAVE ANY CHOICE BUT TO WORK AFTER THESE
EVENTS HAPPEN, BUT BY THEN, IT WILL BE TOO LATE; SO WHY NOT PRAY,
INTERCEDE, AND WORK NOW?  GOD BLESS.


GARRY COSTON

Originally Posted at Yahoo Groups America The Great