I often receive messages, concepts, analysis, upcoming spiritual attacks and other divine messages in dreams. I call them divine because there is no other explanation for the fact that many come true, which made the dream I am about describe even more terrifying.

This particular dream happened in a time when my faith began to take great leaps. In my logical mechanism of thought, I had come to a conclusion that there was indeed a creator- the God of Israel/the Holy Trinity/God the Father, Holy Spirit, and the Son/The King of Kings. You know exactly what I mean. It is a mental exercise I had been engaged with since my early childhood years. “I came from my parents, who came from my grandparents…” and on and on I reasoned and searched for the origin of me.

The dream takes place in a barren industrial yard. It is enclosed by huge makeshift walls of discarded industrial black metal stacked upon itself in a disorderly yet strong-standing way. The floor is dried dirt with small rocks throughout- not a single sign of life. I am with my wife and my youngest son. We walk around exploring the place and we come upon a launching pad with a vessel that seems to be ready to take off. There are workers in dark industrial clothes. Their faces are blurred- no identities. My wife happily climbs onto the vessel. I see her face is radiating with joy. Suddenly, the craft comes alive and begins to shake. It begins to move upward on a track through a dark shaft that seems to have no ending. It picks up a lot of speed and my wife is propelled upward so fast that it takes about half a second for her to be out of sight. I run up to the platform confused as to where she has gone. The workers are mute and of no help, and walls begin to close, blocking the way to the launching pad. My son! He is gone as well. I am alone.

I pound on the walls and call for anyone and get no response. I can’t open the misshapen black walls and I begin to feel helpless. It begins to rain and my view of the area becomes more bleak than it already was. Remember my logical mind? It is going haywire. Trying to make sense of the walls that will not move. Trying to make sense of not knowing where my wife is. Trying to make sense of not knowing where my son is. I fall into a despair so profoundly deep that it feels as if my very soul is being crushed into the barren landscape.

I wake up and immediately start telling myself that it was a dream. My wife sleeps peacefully next to me. The message of the dream begins to take shape. She went up. I stayed down. She went to heaven and I did not. The message was very clear. It was a warning. But I did not consider it a cruel warning. It was truthful. It was a reminder that although my faith was growing, I needed to maintain a steadfast commitment to God, the Word of God, the risen Messiah and all that comes with such truths. Hell is real and the dark industrial dream was a small sample of what could await me if I made the wrong choices.

I appreciated it. I thanked God for being so blatant with me- so clear and explicit with me. It was a loving way to teach me. He taught me in a way I would clearly understand His message.

I shared the dream with my wife and pastors. My pastor said that the dream was actually good and that it showed a new level of a relationship with God in my life. The impact of the dream was profound. I found myself more immersed in the Biblical study and it has kept growing since then.

Thank you God for showing me the truth. It was proper and necessary and I fully accept your way of teaching. I love you God as you first loved me. I pray to encounter your glorious mysteries more often so that I may get a glimpse of you greatness. In Jesus’ name. Amen.