Recently I had a dream in which I was in a small house surrounded on three sides by water. I was talking with a couple (they were not known to me in real life, but casual acquaintances in my dream) about our broken food system. As I spoke about how the last year and a half has made me aware how vulnerable and centralized our food really is, I opened the door of the house to glimpse an enormous wave cresting. I watched as it moved past the house we were in and broke toward the coastline, just past my visibility. I knew there were people in the path of the wave, but could not see or hear their fate.
Then, I looked up and a second wave came into sight. It was much larger and higher than the first wave, and I had the thought that it was too enormous even for someone to dive through its base and survive. Again, the wave broke behind the house on the shore somewhere outside of my view; while I could not see its impact, I could hear shrieks and cries.
The significance of the dream seems straightforward: the tidal wave symbolizes pending disaster and the fact that it occurred while I was talking about our food system indicates the disaster is related to our food supply. In the dream, the first tidal wave was formidable, but it was followed by a second, more deadly wave. This indicates that whatever initial impact was felt, it will be followed by something even more destructive.
That I and my companions were protected from the path of both waves speaks to the safety found in alertness (1 Peter 5:8).
While I shared this dream with a few friends, I did not sense to “go public” with it in any way; I felt there was another piece to it that I didn’t yet have.
Reflecting on it one day this week, another dream I’d had many months ago flashed into my thoughts. I felt there was a link between it and this recent tidal wave dream about food. After hours of digging through my messages, I found the details of it that I’d shared with a friend. On December 28th, 2020 I wrote the following:
Last night I dreamt that my husband and I were standing outside our house and I looked up and high in the sky were all kinds of airplanes. They were converging in the sky together as though communicating. Then all at once, one turned and rocketed off so fast in another direction I could hardly believe its speed. We looked again and suddenly I saw coming from the west another airplane. It flew very low and then began to rapidly drop items on our grass and nearly on the roof of our house. It was like a “benevolent bombing” of household goods and wares and “gifts,” but I warned my husband not to get near them. I knew somehow that they were rigged or contaminated.
My friend wrote back at the time and said that she’d just heard Pastor Hank Kunneman in his church service give a strange prophetic warning about the Chinese government attempting to contaminate our food and water.
I know in part and I prophesy in part. The exact meaning of these dreams isn’t clear to me. However, I do believe we’d be wise to the possibility that people who hate this nation, both within and outside our government, would be willing to take advantage of supply chain shortages and spiking inflation to do harm to its citizens. Recent unprecedented acquisitions of both American land and corporations by communist China is further cause for vigilance.