I was in a church setting in the back of the church. I could
see the pews in front of me which led to the pulpit area. I was in the back of
the church with a young man named Brandon. Brandon had just brought in a
harvest from the fields. His father walks in and says, “Well done thy good and
faithful servant.” The father was paying Brandon. I was watching.
There were two fruits from the harvest. One was good and one
was bad. He said one of them was not
ready. I told him to cut the bad one fry it up and see if it was any good.
Brandon said, “No, it’s not ready.”
Next, a man came in the door near where we were standing and
had a knife threatening to do something.
Afterwards, I was asked to bring the plate of money to
Brandon’s sister who was in the house behind the church. The sister told me
that she brought me there for Brandon. I didn’t understand what this meant.
Later, I was back in the church and the father was preaching
and people were falling out in the spirit when hands were laid on them. I was
in the back of the church and was talking to Brandon’s brother. Brandon’s family was Hispanic. Brandon’s
brother was telling me about when his father preaches people fall out and when
the other preacher preached the father/pastor would fall out too. Then I fell
out. When I came to Brandon and some other people were over me and asking me
questions. I was asked what my name was as if they were asking to find out if I
was okay and conscious. I said, “Deanna” but with a Hispanic accent. There were
bright flashing lights around me.
Next thing I know, I was in another part of the church and
it was dim. There were men that were moving around operating some kind of pager
system. I did not understand what was going on and I did not see Brandon or the
other people and I was trying to contact him. The strange men seemed to be
helping me contact Brandon. I received a few pages from Brandon and one of them
saying, “Nothing to say?” Then I was given a phone to call him and I was
telling him about the strange men. I must of felt like I needed to get out of
there because then I went for the door to leave. When I opened the door outside
was desolate. There was nothing but sand like a desert. A man in all black
S.W.A.T attire was walking towards me. I was scared so I turned around quickly
to go back into the church but the man in black followed me. I began to walk as
fast as I could inside the church and then I turned around and was facing the
man in black. The man said, “Bow down and worship me!” In my mind I said to myself, “I worship God alone.” And I turned my back
on the man in black and bowed down as if to show my allegiance to God. But when
I opened my eyes and looked up, I was bowed down to the man in black.
