Dreaming, early Saturday morning, August 17, 2019
As the dream began, I found myself alone in my car attempting to drive west in the 200 block of Cheves Street, where the original McLeod Infirmary had previously stood. I don’t know where I had been but with muscles tensed and teeth gritted, I was determined to make it home somehow. It was daytime but hard to tell what time of day; the sky was cloudy and gray. Afternoon, perhaps.
The street was in very bad shape. The pavement was broken or missing in places with holes, some really deep, and chunks and piles of debris in the street and along the edges.
It looked like the street had been bombed. Or had there been an earthquake? I didn’t turn my head to look to either side of the street; simply controlling the car was requiring all my attention. Were any buildings still standing? I don’t know, but obviously a disaster had befallen downtown Florence.
Traffic was practically nil; only a few other vehicles were visible on the street. An oncoming car tried unsuccessfully to maneuver around a pile of rubble, then slowly reversed to do a careful U-turn. I saw no police, no firemen, no military presence, only myself and a few other civilians.
When I finally arrived at Irby Street I saw that Cheves Street ahead was completely blocked, only upended slabs of broken concrete and asphalt where the driving lanes should be. I was able to turn right, finding one lane relatively clear until I reached West Evans. I couldn’t tell if North Irby Street ahead would be safe to drive, but I needed to head west anyway.
I turned left onto Evans Street and slowly proceeded down that block, but on reaching Coit Street again found huge gaps and holes in the pavement. Only a narrow lane was clear enough for me to drive forward, but just past the City Center building the street basically ended. Nothing but a deep hole, piles of debris and a muddy ditch remained of the street. I would have to go back, find another way.
The dream ended there and I awoke, clearly recalling those horrifying details. Downtown Florence had been attacked. The protectors had failed.
During the seven years since the last dream warning (see link below) about the City of Florence, many intercessors have prayed for the spiritual protection of our city. Have we prayed for the right things? In the right way?