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The Dreamer Dreamed (A Story that Contains Prophetic Words from God) (PART 13) - Financial Collapse -

The Dreamer Dreamed 
- The Visions of Judgment 

(A Story that Contains Prophetic Words from God) (PART 13)

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This is a short story about a young man named Steven who was given dreams 
from God that reveal truth God has shown me (the writer) that His Church needs 
to hear. Though this is written as fiction, the words spoken by Jesus are actual words 
that God showed me. So, this is not just a fictional work. It applies to our current 
world and to the Church. I encourage you to seek God about this to find out what He 
would show you about this story.

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Chapter 10

The Financial Collapse

Steve watched the farm fields vanish before his eyes and the interior of an upper middle-class, two-story house appear. He was standing a couple yards away from a dinner table around which sat a small family. The man of the house looked like the average white-collar, upper-middle-class householder. He had well-groomed, dark hair, stylish glasses, and a blue dress shirt tucked into tan slacks. His wife wore stylish clothing and gold jewelry. She kept an eye out for her 4-year-old son, who sat beside her, calmly eating the spaghetti on his plate. Tomato sauce appeared on either side of his mouth and some on the tip of his nose. His mother took a napkin to dab it off. Beside the dad sat a 7-year-old girl and a 10-year-old boy. They ate quietly, sensing anxiety and tension in the atmosphere.

“Patrick,” the wife said, “could we talk about this after supper?”

They must be in the middle of a conversation, Steve thought as he observed.

“The kids need to know too, Jennifer,” the husband said between bites.

“What is it, daddy?” the little girl said, looking up at her dad with concern.

“Our country is facing some hard times, kids,” Patrick said. “My pay has not been going up, but food prices are rapidly climbing. The price of a gallon of milk rose by a dollar in just two weeks. The price of a block of cheese rose by 50 cents in just seven days. Cereal prices have gone up too. A box of my favorite brand of cereal costs a dollar more than it did three weeks ago.

“At this rate, if this continues, we’ll eventually have to start going to the food shelter to supplement my income or, we’ll have to eat beans and rice. The interest on my monthly mortgage payments has gone up too. If the interest continues to rise, I wouldn’t be able to continue living here. We would have to get an apartment or a smaller house. Also, my company announced that it will have to let go, or fire, thirty positions because it is shrinking to save costs. That means that I might be looking for work elsewhere.”

Jennifer looked at her husband with concern. “But, Patrick, you never mentioned this to be before.”

“That’s because I just heard about it today.”

“The kids don’t need to know this right now, do they?” Jennifer said.

“Dear, they will be affected by it sooner or later, when I won’t be able to buy them any more toys or extra things, and when they see the food we eat coming from a food shelter.”

Jesus touched Steve and the words being spoken faded away.

“My son,” Jesus said, “this family is a typical American family that is experiencing hardships during the days just before the invasion of America. They are suffering from the weak dollar and the poor economic health of your nation. It is weakening and shaking like a top that is wobbling, losing its momentum. Soon, it will fall. I will now show you what it is like for a less-financially-sound family in a lower-income home.”

Instantly, the dining room faded to be replaced with a living room in a small home. The room was decently decorated, but the furniture was second hand and the carpet was stained. A man and his wife were sitting on a couch together, facing an older TV set. The husband clicked it off with a remote and sighed, before setting it on a lamp stand.

He had a mustache and goatee and light brown hair. An older car, a dark green ‘98 Chevrolet Monte Carlo, sat out in the driveway of their two bedroom house, with a small patch of oil beneath it. The sound of children playing and laughing came from the bedroom at the back of the small house.

“John,” the wife said, “so tell me what’s troubling you.”

“Mary,” John said sighing, “I just heard from my boss that he’ll try to keep me employed for four months, but he said he can’t guarantee that he can keep me longer because business is getting slow, since the economy is getting more difficult. There were fewer contracts this year than for any year in the construction company’s history, and it’s been around since 1974. It’s worse now than it’s ever been, Mary. We will probably have to visit the food bank more than before. I just can’t afford to put food on the table anymore, and we’ll have to cancel our cable service this week. And, we’ll need to look for clothes at the thrift store from now on.”

“At least,” Mary said, “I’m still employed. But, my company has been shrinking too. They will keep me on for a while I’m sure. People still need to eat, and the fast-food industry is still alive, but it definitely has suffered from our bad economy.”

Jesus spoke to Steve, and as He did, the sound faded. “My son,” Jesus said, “we will now return to the first family and see their lot in life several months later.”


The scene returned to the upper middle-class family. A self-moving rental van was parked outside the two-story home. Patrick and Mary hefted some cardboard boxes into the back of the moving van and secured them among the multitudes of boxes packed into the space. Patrick looked over the stuff to make sure all was there before he shut the rear gate and locked it with a padlock. The couple reentered the house to check and see if they had got everything. After a few minutes, they emerged from the front door and Patrick locked it.

“Well,” he sighed, “that is the last we’ll see of our nice home. It will be a trailer court from now on.”

There three kids were playing with small toys in the front yard and Mary called out to them, “Okay kids, we’re leaving now, so get in the car with me and we’ll follow daddy to our new home.”

The three children piled into the maroon 2017 Chevrolet Tahoe with excitement on their faces. Steve could tell they actually wanted to see what life would be like living in new surroundings.

Suddenly, the two-story suburban house was replaced by a trailer park. The moving van and the Chevy Tahoe pulled to a stop at the side of the street beside a small trailer. Both idled.

Peeling blue paint covered the trailer, indicating it was in disrepair. A cracked concrete walkway, with long grass pushing through the gaps, led up to a sagging porch and rotting, moss-coated, flaccid, wooden steps. Seeing the property, Steve was surprised that this family had moved there. Juniper bushes ringed the yard for privacy. A short distance from either side of the trailer sat two other trailers in similar disrepair. Weeds filled their yards and sprung up around old, rusty bicycles and weathered, plastic toys.

Patrick planted his feet on the pavement and grimaced at seeing the trailer, and thinking of what he had left behind. He hoped his family would be able to manage having less than they had before. But, seeing the dilapidated condition of the house triggered a deep sense of depression. “Is this all I have after working 12 years at a white collar job?” he whispered to himself.

A frowning face peered out at the new family from a neighboring trailer window, but Patrick turned away, trying to act like he hadn’t seen his new neighbor staring at him.

When the kids piled out of the SUV, they became quiet and curious, looking at their new home. “Daddy, is this where we’re going to live?” the oldest boy asked.

“Yes, Michael,” Patrick said. “Thanks to a lousy economy and hyper-inflating dollar, my company collapsed. Now, this is all I can provide for you with the new part time job I have unloading freight. But, we are better off than some people I know of.”

“What do they have?” Michael asked his father.

“Some are living in camper trailers and tents, son,” Patrick said. “In fact, there is a whole tent city just five miles out of town, and it is growing by the day. Some of my friends live there now. They lost their jobs and couldn’t afford their mortgage payments.”

“Why did they lose their jobs, daddy,” the little girl asked.

“Ashley,” Patrick said, “the economy has become very weak, and because fewer people can afford special things like lawn service, or home improvement, or brand new cars, people who work in those industries cannot make ends meet. So, they lose their jobs, and cannot afford to buy anything but some food. Companies that need people to buy stuff from them cannot sell as much as they sold before.

“So, many companies have to let go of employees so they can save costs. And, because food is so expense, more of my income is going into buying food, and less into other areas of life. Food today is ten times more expensive than it was a year ago. The government is trying to meet this problem by printing more money, but that causes massive inflation which does little to solve the problem.”

“What is the economy, daddy? And, how does it work?” Ashley asked.

“Dear, it is really just the making (or production) and the buying (or consumption) of goods and services (like hair cutting) among a big group of people (or a community). One person builds a house and another person buys the house. If no one buys the house, the builder suffers and ends up with no money.

“Since the builder has no money, his hair-cutter will not get any money from him. The builder cuts his own hair,” Patrick said, pretending to cut his hair with invisible clippers. “And, since the hair-cutter now makes less money, she can’t hire a lawn-mowing company to mow her lawn. They also suffer because fewer people can afford to hire their services. Since fewer people can afford to buy from my company, it gets less business and less income. It’s more complicated than that, but that is essentially what caused our financial problems.”

“Okay. That makes sense, I guess,” the little girl said.

“My son,” Jesus said to Steve, “let’s now go to the second family. We will see how their life is just a few months down the road.”


Instantly, Steve was swept away from the trailer park and placed down in the middle of a large city park. Trash and decaying leaves littered the grass, and tents dotted the park, clustering near hardwood trees. Trees spread their long finger-like twigs, dropping the last autumn leaves against the backdrop of a grey, cloudy sky. People dressed in warm clothing walked about the park and some gathered in small groups to talk or trade small items. It didn’t appear that a medieval fair was in town. This looked like a camp of homeless people, and as he watched, Steve realized that that was the case.

He was standing a short distance from a large camping tent. Blankets were spread over it to insulate it better from the cool weather. A zipping sound came suddenly and the tent door flopped open. It was John, the man who had owned the two-bedroom house. He zipped the flap shut behind him and shuddered, pulling his thin jacket up his neck. Steve couldn’t feel the temperature, but it must have been pretty cool.

Jesus spoke to Steve, “Let’s follow him, son.”

Together, they both walked behind John as he walked briskly through the park. At the edge of the park, John turned onto a well-traveled street. After 10 blocks passed by, John turned onto an intersecting street, which was lined with brick buildings, some businesses, and small restaurants. Many of the business entrances were locked and covered with signs declaring they were vacant. John got into a long queue of people and patiently waited. Steve was amazed to see its length. This line was three blocks long. Jesus touched Steve again, and time sped up at 100 times the normal rate.

The long line shuffled forward into a food bank and people quickly emerged from its doors, each carrying a bag of groceries. John finally went in, and in little time came out with a bag of groceries. Now, time returned to its normal rate. John shuffled back down the street, toward the city park where his tent was located.

As he walked, a tall, curly-haired man stopped him. “John,” he said, “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“It’s been a while, Frank.”

“How have you been? What’s been happening in your life since I last saw you?” Frank said, slapping John on the back.

“Times have been tough,” John said. “Both I and My wife have lost our jobs. Her company closed down half of its fast-food restaurants and let her go shortly after I lost my job. We had to move out of the house, and it was foreclosed, and my car quit working, but we sent our kids to live with my brother’s family because they have an extra bedroom.”

“Why didn’t you stay with them?” Frank asked.

“I couldn’t put that burden on my brother. He already has our parents, some nephews, and my younger sister, and her husband staying with him. He has a full house and it’s a small house.”

“So, where are you staying?”

“We’re just 10 blocks from here in a city park,” John replied, pointing in the general direction of the city park.

Feeling a little guilty, Frank back up a half step and said, “I would have you stay with me, but my house is full. I have three nephews and their families, two of my cousins, my brother’s family, and my parents staying with me. So, 24 peopleincluding my wife and Ilive under the same roof. Our house is your average three-bedroom, single-story house. I had to install makeshift walls in the basement to provide temporary bedrooms. It’s like a zoo in there.”

“How do you feed them?” John asked.

“They all visit food pantries in our area. But, I’m glad I got a small raise last month. Really, if you have a large home, expect to use it to house your extended family. Times are tough, but hopefully soon the economy will go into a recovery.”

“I hope so too,” John said, glumly.

“My son,” Jesus said to Steve, “now we will go to another part of this town, and show the collapse of society, and you will never forget the destruction that you see. That way, you will be able to warn your family of the coming judgment which I shall bring on America for all its wickedness and rebellion against Me.

“What you have witnessed with these families is the despair and hopelessness that they experience as they find food prices going through the roof, and housing costs soaring. They will experience financial hardships as their jobs begin to fail them, and as food gets more and more costly to purchase. The hardships they experience during this time of soaring prices and increasing inflation will only get worse, because your country is hardening itself greatly against Me. Judgment shall fall on all the land, for I the LORD your God have spoken it. Now, let us go to another location.”


In a split second, Steve was instantly taken to an alley. It was a wider alley than most, and was filled with litter and smashed wooden pallets, but the next thing he noticed about the alley struck him like a hammer. Dozens of homeless people milled about in the alley, filling it from end to end. Some sat on the ground, leaning against the brick walls on either side of the alley. Others were sleeping on old sleeping bags. A small, blue, single-person tent was set up against one wall. Some of the homeless were smoking, but the majority of them huddled around metal barrels filled with burning flammable garbage which produced small, wispy clouds of smoke. Few of them appeared to be truly comfortable. Most wore thin jackets patched with duct tape, and were shivering from the cold.

Steve wanted to do something to help, but he realized that he was seeing a vision. He approached a bearded man sitting beside the blue tent. He was shivering and was trying to keep warm with sheets of newspaper tucked around his thin, red hooded jacket. A faded logo on the front was crumbling and peeling off, indicating he got it used or had or for a long time.

A short time later, he stood up and walked toward the alley exit. Steve felt that he should follow him. The man walked for a block before he reached a city park where was located a large gazebo with a bathroom. He pushed the door open and vanished inside. A short time later, he stepped out.

Jesus touched Steve’s shoulder and time fast-forwarded. At this time rate, the homeless man zipped back down the street and back into the alley, his legs turning into a blur as he walked. Then, time returned to its normal rate of passage. As he entered the alley, the bearded man gasped, staring at a specific spot in the alley. “My tent,” he shouted, “who stole my tent?”

Several people looked at him, curiously, but they soon turned away. One man with a long black beard and a John Deere hat said, “I saw a young man with a white jacket take a blue tent down.”

“Where did he go?” the red-jacket wearer asked.

“I think he went across the street at the far end of the alley. I think he had the tent folded under his right arm and the poles tucked under his left.”

Without saying another word, the red-jacket wearer charged down the alley and darted across the street on the other side just before a white pickup roared through. People hurried out of his way, surprised at the fierceness of his face. Steve ran after him, and found that he could run faster than he normally was able to. The homeless man ran down an alley on the other side of the street, past more homeless people. He turned a corner and caught sight of the thief. A young man with a white sweater was shoving a blue object into a black duffel bag.

“Stop!” the red-jacket wearer roared. “That’s my tent!”
The man with the white sweater drew an object from the duffel bag and aimed it at the homeless man. It was a snub-nose revolver.

“Don’t come any closer,” he said, menacingly.

“You have a tent in your duffel bag, don’t you?” the red-jacket wearer said.

“Yes, but I need it,” the young man said. “I’m homeless too and I think it’s time you shared with your neighbors.”

“I bought that tent just before being kicked out of my trailer. You don’t have a right to take that from me. It’s so cold at this time of year and the homeless shelter is overcrowded. Please, give me back my tent.”

“I’m going to sell it on the black market,” the young man said. “Try and stop me.”

The red-jacketed homeless man dropped his shoulders, turned around, and slowly walked back the way he had come.

The young man shook his head and finished packing the tent into his black duffel bag. Then, placing a strap over one shoulder, he walked away toward a bus stop.

“What is going on here, Lord Jesus?” Steve asked Jesus, who was standing beside him.

“My son,” Jesus said, lovingly, “the homeless man that you witnessed trying to retrieve his stolen tent represents the desperate and needy people that will live in inner cities and suburbs, where there will be much poverty and crime. Homeless people will steal from homeless people, even if what they steal is not worth that much.

“Because times will be so hard for them, they will steal from anyone they can to make a few dollars, here or there. The darkness in your land will increase, and as it does, so also will the crime and poverty increase. For, destruction comes upon those who refuse to seek Me, and who refuse to repent from sin I convict them about. I don’t wish for this to happen, but it happens because of the wickedness of men’s hearts.

“Now, we will view a scene of great devastation that shall come upon your cities and upon your military bases in the land of America, and in the land of Canada. Let us move from here.”


[Footnote: Russians are not the enemy, neither are the Chinese. Both are people just like you and me. But, God will use Russia and China to judge wicked nations, which will not repent from their rebellion against Him.]

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