June 23, 2025
I dreamed I was sitting at a table at a restaurant, having dinner with some pastors and church leaders. Our table was located on a patio outside. It was at dusk, and there were stringed lights above us—just a very relaxed atmosphere.
All of a sudden, as we were eating and talking, something came down from the sky, tightly gripped my shoulders and lifted me up. I could feel and hear swishing of wind being created by what sounded like giant wings flapping. I am not sure what it was that had hold of me, but whatever it was, it lifted me up and began to carry me to another location. I wasn’t scared or even startled by any of this. It felt important, and I knew I needed to be alert and attentive.
It carried me to what looked like the Hoover dam. I could see the dam. I was still being held by the shoulders and was hovering over this location. I looked down, and I could see people walking around at the base of the dam. I don’t know if they were men or women or both, but they were dressed in solid black jumpsuits. Each one of them held, with both hands, a black AK-47 across their chest, pointing upward at a 45° angle. They each also had a weapon inside a holster strapped to their left leg. Covering their heads, was a rubber mask that looked like the head of a growling gray wolf.
I then noticed a large wooden barrel (like a wooden-slat wine barrel). I somehow knew this barrel was a large “powder keg,” and it was filled with very potent explosives. I knew it had been set to detonate.
On top of the dam, I could see more people walking around. However, I knew these people were intercessors, and they were there on assignment, praying specifically over the dams and the waterways.
As I was hovering above the scene, I suddenly saw a huge white sheet come floating down. The sheet covered that wooden barrel that was filled with the explosives just as it was detonated. Though large and very loud, the explosion was held within the sheet, and no damage was done. I then looked around, and those people in the black jumpsuits were gone. The intercessors were still praying, unmoved and unshaken by the blast. I’m not even sure they were even aware it had happened.
Then, still being gripped by whatever it was that was carrying me by my shoulders, I was taken to a subway transit station in what looked like, maybe, New York City. It was very busy at this location as hundreds of people were there rushing around. Here in this location, the same thing that happened at the dam was happening here. I saw those same people in the black jumpsuits, with the AK-47s, and I could see a large wooden barrel that I knew was filled with explosives. I could see intercessors walking around, praying over our rail systems in America. I then saw a white sheet dropping down just as the explosives were detonated but, again, the explosion did not do any damage. It was loud and startling, but the blast was contained under the sheet. And the same thing happened here, as at the dam, the people in the black jumpsuits were then gone, but the intercessors remained, unshaken, and undeterred by the blast.
As I was being carried from there to another location, in my mind (in this dream), I thought, “I had another dream one time about a white sheet being dropped in various locations throughout America. I wonder if this has something to do with that?” And I began to think deeply, trying to remember what that other dream had been about, and I said, out loud (in this dream), “Those sheets had something to do with decrees being made. There was a word written on each sheet, and I remember that one of them had the word ‘SAVED’ written on it.”
Then, whatever was lifting and carrying me stopped, and I was hovering over another location. This time, I had been brought to a very large church building. High above the location, I could see that the parking lots were filled with vehicles, so I knew there were probably thousands of people inside the building. Outside, I could see that those people dressed in the black jumpsuits with the rubber wolf masks on their heads were walking around with the AK-47s in their hands. It was as if they were patrolling the site, waiting to sacrifice their own lives as martyrs for their cause. In this location, there were two huge barrel “powder kegs.” One was situated on the front right corner of the building, and the other was placed on the left back corner of the building.
At this location, I knew the intercessors were inside the building. I somehow knew they were not just having a regular “church meeting,” but these people were in deep intercessory prayer—releasing, with faith and authority, prayers for and Spirit-led decrees over the Body of Christ in America and around the world.
The same thing happened here as it had at the other locations: a large, white sheet fell, but this time, it covered the whole church, instead of just the large, explosive kegs. The kegs were detonated, the blast was loud and powerful, but there was no damage. The people in the black jumpsuits were gone, but the intercessors remained in their position and engaged in their prayers and decrees.
Then I began to be carried away from that scene. As I was moving, I remembered again, the other dream about the sheets being dropped in various locations through America, and I thought, “One of those sheets in that dream fell over a large church. I remember seeing the outline of a steeple when it fell.”
I was lifted and carried to three more locations in this dream: an electrical power station, a train station, and a port, a shipping yard, in which I could see ships and 18-wheelers being loaded and unloaded. I could see thousands of shipping containers stacked everywhere. The exact same things happened at each of these locations as had happened at the other locations: the people in the black jumpsuits patrolling, the intercessors praying, the large “powder keg” set to detonate, the large sheet falling, and the blasts being contained, being unsuccessful in their mission. The people in the black jumpsuits left, the intercessors remained.
Then, whatever it was that was carrying me, took me back to my original location and sat me back down in my seat at the table where I was having dinner with those pastors and church leaders. I don’t know who all of the pastors and leaders were, but one of them looked at me and asked, “Where did you go?”
I said, “I have seen things that we need to know. Intercessors are alert, they are positioned, they are doing their part, and their prayers are working!”
I continued, “We need to know what is happening! Intercessors and angels are on assignment, covering the nations, but we need to be alert about what is happening.”
I then looked at one of the leaders, and I said, “We need to tell Dutch and Ceci what is happening!”
Then, Chuck Pierce walked up beside me, and he said, “The Lord let you see what is happening, and this is how it will be. No weapon formed will prosper . . . IF we’ll pray. And no weapon yet to be formed will prosper . . . IF we’ll pray.”
I said, “We are praying.”
Chuck said, “Then, no weapon formed will prosper, and no weapon yet to be formed will prosper.”
End of dream
