My Dream (Judgement Day)

My Dream (Judgement Day)

A Story by LaMarcus Childrous
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This is a dream that I had about Judgement Day.

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On one personal night, I prepared myself for sleep. I really get the best rest when I sleep on my stomach. This night was one of those nights. It seems as my dreams have different stages or levels to them. I go to deeper depths. Some of the things that I saw has no color that I can describe. Some areas are indescribable too.
As I was sleeping but very conscious to what I was witnessing, the time came. It assured me what was to come. Without any doubt in my mind, I knew what I saw. It was Judgement Day. Yes, Judgement Day, the day we all will face one day.
This particular dream had no doubt in it as to what I was seeing and hearing.
First, let me say that when I was spoken to, it was a language that I understood.
I was in an area like Outer Space because there was no ground that I could see. I saw what looked like an oversized oven that did not have any doors. You know when you open a gas oven and you can see the light from the fire underneath. That is exactly what I saw, it was just magnified by many times.
People that were sent to hell went in something like an iron go cart. The whole thing was all iron. The people who were assigned to hell was shackled down with iron cuffs to the cart. They were shackled by their feet connected to the cart.
I did not see anybody faces or color. Nationality did not show up on anyone. There was nothing pertained to race. This let me know that race will not be a factor on the Day of Judgement.

© 2017 LaMarcus Childrous


Author's Note

LaMarcus Childrous
This is a page from my book "My Walk"

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Added on July 23, 2017
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