ANGEL OF DEATH HAS A MESSAGE FOR CHICAGO

[flyingsquirrel]

Dreamed 3/1/06 - Apologize for the length, broke it up into sections, the 3rd section is the part is the scary part.
I dreamed a very wonderful man invited to dine with him at his favorite restaurant in downtown Chicago. He picked me up from work in an horseless carriage (a horseless carriage was a very early predessor of the modern car). It was about noon. I braced myself, fully expecting to run into huge crowds and heavy traffic. We entered down at a large intersection that looked similar to Times-Square in New York City but, there was no traffic, and no people. I thought, 'Aren't cities supposed to be busy, and packed with people? Where are the people?' He kept talking about how his family had a large wine vineyard that has been in his family for generations. He talked about how he left Puerto Rico and struck out on his own as an Olympic weight lifter and he really loved the city of Chicago. He had such wonderful romantic compliments for me and this was just really swept me off my feet.
We on a street that ran along side a river or canal and it had overflowed. I saw fish swimming on the streets. Some of the fish dilberately beached themselves onto the concrete. I wondered why they'd do that. Among the rotting fish, I saw a dead rabbit in the water. 'What is going on here?' I had him stop the carriage so I could investigate. I got out and scooped up the water with the dead rabbit into a glass jar saying, 'This could be important(to learn what's going on)'. I sat in the carriage and we continued on. I saw people wandering along the canel, staggering, their skin white, sickly yellow and blue as if from bruising. Their bones stuck out, and the eyes were not visible as they had sunk deep into their eye sockets which were black...and these were the survivors! The rabbit in the jar sprang to life. He had large red eyes, and he winked playfully at me. He turned into a golden light which moved onto the land beside us. The light became an angel only I could see.
This angel had no wings. He looked like any other guy on the street. He wore all black...black leather jacket over black shirt. He also wore black jeans and black shoes. He said,
"I am the Angel of Death who killed the firstborn of the Egyptians while the Jews were slaves in Egypt. I have had no more missions since then but, God is going to pour His wrath directly on Mankind again. Tell him what is going to happen to his beloved city! Tell him! Tell him! Tell him!" The news brought so much sorrow, it was like a crushing weight on me, and I was just crying a waterfall of tears. I didn't want this! I didn't want this horrible message, I didn't want to have to even speak it! But the angel wouldn't let up till I said I would. I could feel this sorrow from the horrible torment from people in future were feeling here....

[flyingsquirrel]

Chicago

Seven different prophets had received a prophetic warning for Chicago, including a warning sent from the leader of the Canadian Prophetic Round Table. As we interceded, we felt to ask people to pray specifically for the transportation systems and centers.

http://homepage.mac.com/pastorken/ib...341/index.html

[Miss-D.]

Are you extreemly religious? Because I personally don't believe this dream has a specific meaning if one is not religious

[flyingsquirrel]

Religion is the ritual people made up to show off their devotion to God or gods and it is not the same as having faith. I have deep faith, and faith is seperate from religon. I read the Bible daily and believe every word of it. I don't go to church. I pray at home. My prayers are usually answered.

[flyingsquirrel]

Thank you very much for your interepretation and the time you took to understand it, thanks a bunch

[Langel]

SO last night I had a dream that I was the angel of death. Ive never dreamt something like that before. But I I avoid houses with read painted around the three sides of the boarder. The paint is red and but isnt very bright like red paint. It lookes as if they just made the strokes once and left it. The wooden boarder is dark. Oldish. The door is made of the same wood. The rest of the house is made of whitish stone that is lite up yellow due to the lighting of the torch. I head into another house and there are two kids. They have bunk beds are one is playing video games. Its gary one of the foster kids.. I call him my cousin and speak friendly to the other kid as well. They turned on more lights a dark glow like that of torches and I chat with them. They say my aunt told them to stay here. I told them that’s good and to stay quite. They turn back off the lights and I leave for the next house. I pass one with red pain, head into another. There are four people in the bed. Two sons, the mom, and father. They look at me and are slightly frightened. I hold out my ring and nothing happeneds. I hold it out again, closer and nothing happens.I look at them slightly confused. I ask the woman if she had another child before. She says Yes. A boy?, Yes. I nod. I say was he killed? She sayd yes. I know he was killed as an infant. I smile and nod. I touch the young boys head. He is blond. I tell them that they are safe ruffling the boy’s head a bit. I leave. As I go another woman runs into their house to tell them that children are dying every where. She seems a lil scared and frantic. I feel she is not a mother but a sister. I walk out the door to the house directly across. This is where she had come from. I hold out the ring to the boy on the bed and he dies. There is a scream from far off. I leave again. I look ad see the temple of the pharaoh and think about the child there. I hold no fear or anger or animosity or sorrow about what I am doing. I am utterly calm. Its not a job, it is simply God’s work I am doing. I don’t remember but I have this image that a blank dark dense mist somewhat follows along in the streets behind my feet. A few paces behind where I walk.
I cant figure out what this dream meant so I searched the web for info on the angel of death and dreams and of course came up with this posting.

[Rocambole]

So the angel of death has the same taste in clothing as me... Hmmm...

[idgy]

‘You read the bible daily and believe every word.’ - Most of the time we dream about what has been on our mind during the day. Generally our dreams are a continuation of our waking thoughts. Therefore, I would hasten a guess that most of your dreams are biblical in nature anyway. If you read horror books just before sleep, you would probably be dreaming about them instead.

[fantasticpow]

Originally Posted by flyingsquirrel

Dreamed 3/1/06 He said,
"I am the Angel of Death who killed the firstborn of the Egyptians while the Jews were slaves in Egypt. I have had no more missions since then but, God is going to pour His wrath directly on Mankind again.

This Angel of Death sounds like a liar. I don't believe he was jobless since the Jews were slaves in Egypt.

Where was the angel of Death when the Tsunami/earth quakes/hurricanes struck hundreds thousands of lives the past few years. Don't tell me this Angel of Death is going to punish Chicago without the use of any elements.