Monday, January 4, 2010

The End Times - A Foreboding Dream

The Number of the Beast is 666Image via Wikipedia

Now you might say that I've just seen to many zombie movies.
But why are there so many zombie movies? Could it be the truth is stranger than fiction?

There are 50,000. Fifty thousand of us that are resistant to the air-born virus that has been released into the world. The rapture has happened. Those with the seal of Christ remain uninfected and are relentlessly hunted for the answer to why.

Why are we hunted? How are we hunted? By intelligent people that have passed from life to death. The rest of the world, besides those in power who hide and control the masses, are zombies (perhaps that is why they have us eating so many preservatives - rigor mortis prevention). They are controlled with sparks of electricity emitted to the brain. They have accepted the Mark of the Beast (the chip).

Those of us left behind still hold authority in Jesus' name, and none of the rules applied to creation apply to us. We don't eat and yet we live. Our clothes do not wear-down. We can fly.

The dream started rather ordinary. I was in a high school setting being yelled at by one of my former classmates for acknowledging her on Facebook and ignoring her in real life. Then she moves into yelling at me about my lukewarm Christian life. I smile as I have just rescued a girl from bullying and feel quite good about myself. I tell the girl to my left, "That was refreshing." That was my reaction to the message of truth in the final days, but I did not change my ways. I continued to rely on my self-righteousness.

A few moments later the scene has changed. I'm in a classroom. I and several others have arrived late and the teacher is "making an example of us" in front of the other kids. I just sit down quietly. The scene passes quickly enough, but then I'm in another building in the school people start changing. And I discover my new found ability to fly. And I begin the mission of finding others in my family and flying them to perceived safety. But, nowhere is safe. We run and fly and flee until we are all hunted down one by one and eaten alive.

In one of the last scenes, I remember gathering my brother Frank and my cousin Jason and his girlfriend from a hallway. They are oblivious to the situation and are about to go to a party. It seems like the people around them have not become infected just yet. I tell them to run with me. They go to the party, and when people start biting they finally believe and flee with me.

I remember getting everyone into a red car, an old-fashioned convertible and saying to it, "In the name of Jesus, car fly." And it did. It pulled us away from danger for a little while. I hear my mother in an apartment hiding out and saying, "I am going to find out who's behind this."

And then, I am alone running through tall green grassy area. I can smell the grass as if it was just rained on. It's up to my waist. There is something about this garden. The oddly large and bright yellow and red flowers are like nothing I've seen in this post-information age world. There was no greenery. I am running and trying to take off and fly away. But, for some reason. I cannot fly. Suddenly zombies close in from all sides and I wake with a jump as they start tearing into my flesh.

I tremble. Those in high rebellion against Christ controlled the masses. They had plans to take our bodies in for testing to see how we resisted the virus; they thought they could harvest our power. None of us lived long after the virus was released into the air.

"In those days people will seek death but will not find it. They will long to die, but death will flee from them!" (Revelation 9:6, NLT)
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