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Friday, September 18, 2009; 8:56 pm.
About 5:30, I became very tired. I went and laid down. I fell asleep immediately. I woke at 8:56, about 3 and a half hours later.

I have been out walking, to explore the land. I return to the place from which I started this particular walk. I walk up a short stair and onto a platform enclosed by four walls. On the east wall is a large train, drawn in white chalk, on a green chalk board.

I look at the train and realize, “This is a prophecy.” I then remember that I myself sketched this train a long time ago. As I watch, the scene comes alive. I see myself standing on top of the engine, above the engineer’s cabin. I fight some small animal, which moves quickly in arcs and circles. Beneath my feet is a sand storm, a whirling cloud of dust. This is created by the dynamic action of my feet as I fight the attacking animal. (This is a full scene, but I could not recall after I awoke.)

I notice that the room is shaped like a rectangle. There is a door in the east wall. One can catch the train outside that door. I entered from the north, via the stairs. On the west wall is another door. The walls are very high. They may be 15’ high or taller.

The train sketch on the East wall turns 90 degrees and covers the short north wall, turns again, and also covers most of the west wall. Above the train, the chalk drawing has more detail. On the west wall are either stars or fighter planes. The north wall is different. I did not notice anything in the “air” above the train engine on the east wall.

I walk out the west door. Here, I see a girl, dressed normally, spin around a dull silver vertical pole. She gives me a boisterous greeting. I look behind her and see a cash register. I think, “She is the cashier.” This place is like a restaurant, or something. This is very late at night. The sky is darkening. I see tables and chairs piled in a “courtyard” somewhat enclosed by commercial buildings. I think it must be off-season. But, no reason is given for the tables being out of use.

As I look out over the tables, I can see a ring of mountains, in a horseshoe, surrounding this place. (San Joaquin Valley, I think.) The mountains are open to the west. (San Francisco Bay Area). I remember then two different prophetic dreams about fighter planes coming from the west and flying overhead. These are enemy aircraft.

NEXT SCENE

I am on a bus. There is a male driver, a cowboy in the front seat, me in the seat behind him. Opposite me, on the other side of the bus, is the girl cashier. (She could be 20 or 24). We are all talking, just chatting. The girl says she knows me. I say, “how?” She says she has seen me in her church. I don’t recognize her at all.
“What church is that?” I ask. She won’t say. We pass an old church on the road. It is simply constructed, a rectangle with overlapping boards on the outside. It is painted white. On the side we see, a large purple drawing. The bus passes too quickly to make out what it is. I ask if that is her church. “No,” she answers. Her church is in Turlock. I have never been to a church in Turlock.

THE GOAT
Next, we stop at one of the farms (not sure why). The girl gets off the bus for a moment. I see a goat behind her, but think nothing of it. The goat runs up and rams her in the buttocks. This pushes her forward and she stumbles three or four steps. She complains and rubs her backside.

THE TWO BELTS
We travel further on the bus. The girl asks the cowboy, “Did you ever wear those belts I gave you?” I look then and am surprised to see two belts coiled on a flat area in the opposite side of the bus (unusual feature on a bus.) One belt is atop the other. The top belt is all white. It is three strips of leather woven together. Beneath is a wider belt, adorned and stamped with a design along the border areas.

The cowboy says he has never worn them. She asks why not. He unrolls the bottom belt. “Well, if these could be taken off, that’s one thing.” There are four square items attached to the belt. At first, I think they must be letters spelling his name. But, there are not letters on the cube-like squares. I can’t discern what they are. The leather is an off white which seems both somewhat yellowish and somewhat grayish at the same time. These hues are subtle, but not “very subtle.” The bus stops and the cowboy disembarks.

“Why is the belt so short?” I ask them. The cowboy is trim and fit, but the belt is very short. It may be 20 or 24” only. They are somewhat surprised by the question. Then, the cowboy says, “This is the kind you attach to another, special belt so that they make one belt. He takes out another belt of equal width. I see how the ends of both belts have small buckles which attach by overlapping the ends of the belts.

THE “SHEEP”-LIKE ANIMAL
Just then, I notice a small sheep. It runs and rams the girl. This time, she is knocked off her feet and rolls. She yelps and complains. I say, “Last time, I felt a little guilty for not warning you. But, this time, all I can do is laugh.” I laugh. It was a funny sight.

The goats in the above photo are of the type I saw. These are Persian (Iranian) Pashmina goats.

The goats in the above photo are of the type I saw. These are Persian (Iranian) Pashmina goats.

The sheep-thing stops near the front of the bus and I peer at him through the window. He is not much like a sheep at all. His hair is a dirty gray and hangs straight down. I see colors of pink, blue and green in his hair. (Note: I have seen these exact colors in little animal-demons in another dream & in real life I have seen the green and blue swirling around the head of a demonically possessed man.)

This sheep-thing has just one horn. It is like a ram’s horn. It curves straight back over his head following the curvature. There is no space between the horn and the top of its head.

It is standing in green grass. There is green grass everywhere here. However, he is chewing some dry hay.

END OF DREAM.

Note 1: One of the dreams I have actually already received years ago. The other, I have not yet received. This is not new—I have had many dreams in which I recall, within the dream, other prophetic dreams. Some of these have already come to pass. I mean that I have dreamed of being in place and remembering a dream about the events. Then, I have been in that place, and did actually recall the previous dream.
2. While recalling the dream, I suddenly saw a flurry of other dreams about Central California. These dreams whizzed by rapidly until I returned to a real-life event which happened when I was about 3 or 4.

THE UNTAMED BLACK HORSE
A horse belonging to a neighboring rancher escaped. It was a black mare. My grandfather corralled the horse on the main road of his property. It was trapped there between the normal fences along the creek and the corn field to his sides and by barbed-wire gates put up in front of and behind him.

My grandfather came and told us, “This horse is untamed and very wild. Do not touch him! Do not even go down to see him.” Of course, I went down and saw the horse. I patted his nose, then followed him by crossing under the fence as he trotted away a short distance. I came up behind him and touched his tail.

I woke up several hours later. It was very late in the day. Dusk was settling over my grandpa’s ranch. I realized I had missed dinner and that my mother was certainly looking for me. I walked back to the house in a lot of pain. My mother guessed that I had been wondering around the property, on the other side of the creek. (I often played at the creek.) I did not correct her. We were not supposed to touch the horse!

When I had my bath that evening, and mom saw the huge bruise I had on my left leg. I had to confess- the horse kicked me.

I realized today that this event with the horse was actually a prophetic event representing the same thing as the train in today’s dream—war.

When the horse-train “kicks”, it is going to knock us (America, esp. Christians) down. It is going to leave a mark. (But, I got better.)

THE GIRL- A PARALLEL
3. While thinking about the girl, I realized that she was similar in behavior to the girl in Stephen King’s ‘The Stand’. She meets Rob Lowe, the mute & the big slow guy (M-O-O-N, that spells moon.) She doesn’t care when the big guy gets sick. She wants to have carnal relations with Rob Lowe’s character. She eventually joins the Satan followers in Las Vegas (in the TV series.)