I was at the home I grew up at and my parents were there, but the landscape was different and more open. It was about 3:00 in the afternoon and my sister was helping my mom make pumpkin pies, but I don’t think it was winter time. I think it was more like spring.
I was outside and looked up and something was off with the sun. It was small, a pinkish color, like you would get in a lens flare, and very translucent. There hadn’t been any clouds in the sky, but then storm clouds started rolling in, and nighttime started falling. And these were angry, extremely dangerous clouds. I mentioned this to my parents but they were unconcerned.
They took me to the restaurant my grandparents had owned while I was a kid two towns over, about 15-20 minutes away. By the time we got there it was full nighttime but you could still see the storm clouds.
We went inside and sat at a booth. I looked out the window to the west, and this big magenta looking object showed up, and started getting bigger and bigger, and I knew it was something falling from the sky. It landed, and I was laying face down in the booth with my eyes closed. I could feel the extreme heat, and my body felt the sensation of burning, but I wasn’t burning. And it was quiet. I couldn’t hear anyone or anything, and I was scared to open my eyes. When I cracked my left eye open all I could see was red.
I then felt a heavy oppressive feeling, like Jesus was there and had come to bring judgment. I felt dirty, and I was crying “I’m so sorry Jesus. I trust you” over and over. While I was laying there I was just waiting for Jesus to take me away.
Then it kind of transitioned and I was outside and people were running around, frightened and screaming. I said “anyone who wants to give their lives to Jesus, come over here to me.” A few people came and I started preaching.
The scene changed again, and I can’t remember anything else that happened here, and this was where Jerry woke me up.
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