My View From Beneath the Clouds

My wife and I have had victorious dreams for a long time, but last night I had a different one. I had a blue-state nightmare.

For some incomprehensible reason, I was in New York City with a friend of mine. I plan to avoid New York for the rest of my life, even as a tourist. My wife will have to watch videos about it instead of visiting. I lived there for years. It was disgusting then, and now it’s much worse. Visiting in a dream shows that I was not my true self.

I was driving, and we stopped outside a housing project in Harlem. My friend got out to go see another friend who lived there. In real life, he lives in Georgia, and she lives in Florida.

While I waited, I had nothing to do. For some reason, I got on a public bus.

As I sat on the bus, I realized I had my pistol in my pocket. I was very disturbed. Even after corrective Supreme Court decisions, New York City makes it very hard to get a carry permit, and it snubs permit holders from other states. In the dream, I was committing a felony.

Jurisdictions that don’t permit people to carry would, literally, prefer to see the innocent dead than armed.

I wondered if I should get off the bus and throw the gun in a garbage can. I can afford a new gun, but I don’t want to go to Rikers Island for exercising my Second Amendment rights.

The bus took off, and it went down a very dark road. The driver had a British accent. He was a bald white man with a beard and glasses. He was very friendly. I would say he seemed protective. We got farther from the housing project, and I knew I didn’t want to go back on foot.

Here is the rotten truth: a white person walking in Harlem at night is extremely likely to be attacked. It’s just a fact. Like many other black areas, Harlem devours non-blacks who disregard the unwritten law: don’t show up after dark.

The street we were on was very narrow. Two lanes. There were no street lights. There was only a little bit of very dim lighting from buildings beside the road.

Every so often, we encountered two C-shaped concrete barriers about two feet high. The C’s opened toward the gutters. The barriers were about four feet apart, funneling vehicles between them. Somehow, the bus slid between them at speed.

I asked the driver where I could get off safely because I wanted to take a bus back to the housing project. We got to a place where there was a lot of light, and I saw a bus stop. I got out, feeling safer, but he turned the bus around and left, and the light disappeared.

I was in a place of total darkness. I couldn’t see anything at all. The darkness was brown, like sewage. It shimmered like boiling water, but there were no shapes.

I walked quickly toward the housing project. I knew I probably wouldn’t make it. Soon I started hearing voices. Groups of young black males were yelling and talking. One young man joked about another’s hat, so I knew they could see even though I couldn’t. It looked like they had lit some very dim campfires in certain places off the road.

I realized someone was following me. I turned and saw him. When I turned a second time, he was right in front of me. He was a Puerto Rican man of about 45 years. He looked like someone’s dad. I didn’t want to shoot him and draw others. I only had 11 rounds.

He started reaching in my pockets to take things. A young black man appeared beside him, holding a rifle over his shoulder with the muzzle pointed behind him. He was going to rob me, too.

Eventually, I decided it was better to go to prison than die, so I took out my gun, reached into the Puerto Rican man’s jacket, and took back what he stole.

Then I woke up.

It was a terrible experience. I realized how people in blue cities with ghettos live. Take the wrong train, make the wrong turn, and you become prey. Robbery, beatings, murder, rape…it’s all up to the people around you. Because blue politicians will not allow law-abiding people to defend themselves, and because they imprison them for trying, the only way to win is to stay in areas where your kind is permitted. Even then, it’s a gamble.

When I was a kid in college, I got drunk with some friends of mine, and we missed a subway stop and ended up in Harlem, east of Morningside Park. A black lady told us to stay on the train and get out. She told a friend of mine, “You’re life ain’t worth a nickel here.” She was afraid for us. This is normal in certain cities today.

In the dream, I didn’t think at all about God. I didn’t know I was a Christian. I didn’t curse the creatures that attacked me. I didn’t pray. All I had was a pistol.

It reminded me of Bill Wiese’s famous hell visit. While he was there, he had no idea he was a Christian. Demons with incredible strength ripped his flesh and threw him around as though he weighed nothing. No one was on his side. The place where he was was completely dark.

I think God gave me this dream to remind me how blessed I am and how cursed many Americans are. If I’m out and about, and someone tries to hurt me, I can pull out my piece and riddle him with bullets. I can carry an AK-47 with huge magazines in my vehicle, and I have done it. Where I live, there are no areas where anyone has to be afraid because he looks a certain way. If I shoot a criminal here, the police will pat me on the back and leave. If a mob surrounds my car, I can drive through them with immunity from prosecution. It’s the law. I don’t have to wait till they drag me out and beat me.

When spirits attack, I can call down God’s fire on them. I can bind them and muzzle them. I can curse them with defeat. I can pray for God to send spirits to crush them. People who don’t know God, on the other hand, have to lie back and take it, all day, every day.

My wife and I have had a lot of nice dreams. The other day, she dreamed she was flying, and when people asked her what she was doing, she said, “It’s practice for the rapture!” What a different world she and I live in, compared to people who don’t know God. He spares us the problems and the company of Satan’s leftists.

I haven’t done much of anything today. I feel drained because I feel like I was really mugged. As far as I knew at the time, it was actually happening, and I was probably going to die.

I’ve seen videos of blue-state people who could not defend themselves from criminals. I’ve seen them beaten and shot. I’ve seen sociopathic subhumans take their money and belongings. I didn’t truly appreciate their fear and humiliation. Now I understand it better. I also understand what whites and Asians go through in some places.

I believe God gave me the dream to help me understand the other side’s experiences. It may also be that he wanted me to understand the tribulation. During that time, there will be little or no love on Earth, but hatred and sadism will be increased. The whole world will be like America’s worst ghettos, but there will also be war, disease, and starvation.

The Antichrist will set up a protection racket. He’ll solve people’s problems temporarily in exchange for worship and obedience. In this respect, he’ll be a lot like Mohammed, whose sick cult never went anywhere until he permitted his followers to murder, rob, and rape infidels while forbidding them to touch each other.

The dream made me think about conservative nominal Christians who think hard work, pride, prepping, weapons, and politics will save them. I had a pistol, and I was in a position to kill some people in the short term, but criminals were still going to get me, and if I managed to run to the government for help, it was going to imprison me. Nominal Christians with rifles and dried food are not going to enjoy the tribulation. They will be on the bottom.

The trick is to make it in the rapture. There is no other hope. The world will look like a 3D video game. You’re not going to be able to wall off the barbarians, partly because you’ll be one of them. Carnal Christians are closer to Satan than God.

I had nightmares every night when I was a kid. Many times, I saw Satan climbing out of a manhole under my bed and chasing me. I saw a star in the sky turn into a hole through which his eye watched me. I saw relatives I loved being twisted apart as they came to hug me. The dream I had last night was the worst complete nightmare I ever had. I was in a bad spot, and I had no hope whatsoever.

I reacted badly to an antibiotic once, and during that time, whenever I fell asleep, I felt I was instantly in hell, but those dreams lasted a second or less. They woke me up instantly. Last night’s dream was long.

I can’t recall ever having another dream about racial conflict. Most people in my dreams are white.

I am more motivated to stay beside God than ever. I have to be connected with the highest authority from now on.