As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I had a dream this morning.
It was obvious in scope, as I was on the plains of Nevada, without a city nor a casino, but with masses of people. The upper floors of the hotel were afire, but no hotel was there. The staff were attempting to gain help to fight the fires, but were incapable of it.
When I questioned the one man, he finally said he had something else to do, and left. I tried to use the phone to gain help, but the operators were all incompetent.
I looked outside and saw numbers of storm clouds, each looking to produce an individual tornado, and one immediately formed. I called to the crowd there that a tornado was coming and we had to take shelter.
There was no shelter though, only vehicles, and I noted a patch of no wind around a pick up, and told the people that this is where we had better lay down to try and survive this tornado.
It blew over and as I was attempting to leave, I saw someone I knew. An Indian who had commited suicide. He said he was going to take the pick up and go to a place he had already been.
It is where the dream ended.
One does not need a Prophet or Seer, or visions or dreams, to know that the West, especially America is engulfed and that many storms are coming. Tornadoes are the worst prophetic indicator of doom.