Dream #14 - July 15, 2024 - CHINESE GOVERNMENT TAKEOVER OF THE UNITED STATES

In the first part of the dream, my mom & I dropped by the home of a congregational leader & his wife. We were functioning in the capacity as his wife’s caretakers/support people.  She was in a state of anxiety & having a panic attack, where she was behaving erratically & irrationally around the house. At this point, her husband was frustrated, exhausted and had nothing left when it came to stabilizing her.  So mom & I stepped in to provide some relief for him while we calmly talked with his wife and tried to get her to mentally take a step back from the internal frenzy & isolate the source of her anxiety to give her a sense of perspective and to reorient her.  

While we were there, a Breaking News Alert suddenly popped up on the T.V., interrupting the programming on all stations, alerting us that the Chinese military & government had staged a coup & took over the U.S. government, & that the country was now under Chinese control.  We were all perplexed & frantic trying to speculate how long it would be before we started feeling the impact of this & what it would look like in our day-to-day life.  

The dream shifted to the next scene, which I sensed was the next morning.  This scene began with me waking up in my bedroom exactly as it is in waking life, & getting out of bed to be startled by the sight of my digital T.V. on my dresser being on, without me turning it on.  Though it’s digital, it’s not a smart T.V. – it’s not wifi ready.  It was on when I woke up & I didn’t have it on before going to sleep.  So it was remotely turned out by something outside the house, some time before I woke up, like it had been hacked.  The T.V. had been programmed to turn on to a government channel - a black screen with lines of white Chinese letters forming a title or captions.  Then in English, it said “The Official Channel of the Chinese Government”, before going into a livestream video of an older Chinese man in a suit, sitting at an official desk which looked like a news anchor desk, but could’ve been a presidential desk.  But he was talking directly to me through the screen, like in the movie “Brave New World”, clearly indicating that he was monitoring me – seeing and hearing me in real time through the T.V.  When I realized this, I screamed & knocked the T.V. face down on the dresser and ran out.  I didn’t have confidence in turning it off as a solution, since I didn’t turn it on to begin with, & it was being powered & controlled remotely. Physically repositioning it & obscuring it’s view or removing it from the house were the only things in my power to do to keep it from monitoring me.  

The dream shifted to later on that day where I was in a mall setting.  It was the mall in my hometown, but it had more stores than it does now, & was restored to the way it was back in the 90s through early 2000s during my youth, with the same stores it used to have (representing an America restored to whatever we think was the golden age?).  I was browsing through the racks with a very young woman, significantly younger than me, the generation after me, not many years out of college.  My family knew her family, but we didn’t know each other very well & in waking life, had very little interaction with each other as she was growing up.  As of the time I had this dream, she had graduated from university where she had been a very strong student, & started a very lucrative career right out of college, becoming financially well off at a very young age, and recently got married & was starting a family.  Everything in her life seemingly fell into place without much resistance. So, in this dream, she was with me (for some odd reason) in the clothing store Rave, known for its cheap, super trendy, & often flashy clothes – the place where my generation shopped when looking for an outfit to go clubbing in college.  She was flippantly browsing through the clothing racks, looking for a dress that she could wear for her upcoming baptism, and I was helping her search.  She was treating the upcoming event very casually, like it was just a social function, asking “what type of dress should I wear for this thing? Should I wear floral print or just a solid color?” As if this was an issue of personal style preference & expression.  I was a bit exasperated with this upstart whom I didn’t really know, who had been excelling in the world’s markers of success, who just shortly before that point started a faith journey, but in a very flippant & lackadaisical way. Not in a reverent, repentant, or internally reflective state.  (I believe this young woman represents the spirit of America, as if to say, this is what evangelism efforts in this nation will produce, which may explain why this foreign takeover was allowed?) I was trying to explain to her, once I got past my frustration enough to find the words,that “the actual baptism is not something you pick out any particular outfit for in order to express your style.  Rather, it’s a ceremonial garment, a white robe, that’s the same from person to person, a great equalizer.  It’s not about your personal expression or style. It’s about you being stripped of your old life before God”.  

This interaction was all occurring against the backdrop of the Chinese occupation. People in the mall had already begun to adjust to life under Chinese rule.  There was something on the rack that we were looking at, contemplating buying for her to wear. I remember looking at the price & then pulling out my phone to see if any new info was available on what our new currency was going to be so I could plug in the price of the item to convert it.  But before I could type the search, AI seemed to pull it up on my phone, automatically detecting that I was in the store & as if it was reading my mind.  So this was a glimpse of life during the early transitional stages of Chinese occupation on American soil, what it could look & feel like. Then I woke up.