Last Night I Dreamt Of Melting Cake

By Shlomo Nachman © May 10, 2008 (updated November 1, 2022)

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I have shared several of my dreams over the years with friends here at AllFaith.com and via social media. I have always been clear that I do not consider any of these dreams prophetic in the biblical sense. Nor am I a prophet; however, some have indicated things that have come to pass. Others have the ring of truth of things that may occur. This piece was written on May 10, 2008. Like many people at the time, I was experiencing a sense of deep foreboding. This feeling that something was going wrong waned with time, but it has never left me completely. The world is heading in the wrong direction. Of this, I am certain. We now call good evil and evil good. We deserve what is coming. When I did my major update of AllFaith.com in 2012 this was one of several pieces I removed from the site. Recently Tops Taylor, a long time AllFaith.com reader, posted the following to me: You had a dream posted here on 5-10-08. I believe it to be a prophetic dream. I have never forgotten it, and I believe it to be very relevant to the times we are now living. The dream was about destruction in California, and San Diego was melting; there was lava flow. I hope you still have it somewhere in your files and can please repost it. This is Freedoms Bell from the yahoo360 days [we both regularly posted on the now defunct Yahoo 360 social media site]. I sent you a message on fb but they hide them if we are not friends. I am following your posts and love the most recent regarding the 3 main religions working together. I pray you will repost the Dream! Blessings! Shalom. So, here is the dream. I have updated it to remove extraneous and outdated information and typos. When I wrote this, George W. Bush was the POTUS. While he was the voice I heard speaking, it was more the holder of the office I heard rather than a particular man, I now believe. The potential remains strong that this dream will become a reality. Based partly on my certainty of this eventuality, Ahuva and I have left California and moved to the South East. Given present conditions, the piece is perhaps more timely today (October 2017, and even more so since the Constitutional Republic fell on January 20, 2021) than it was back then. As Tops stated, there is "something" to this piece. But first... Since we as a planet refuse to make teshuvah (i.e. repentance,a turn to G-d) we are going to go through hellish times whether we like it not. We may still be able to minimize the coming troubles if we act now (which frankly seems very unlikely), but we can not stop the overall events from occurring. They are preparatory to our final Redemption since we refuse to seek HaShem and Peace. Last night's dream [i.e. May 10, 2008] concerns events that may precede these difficult times, or that may be among the opening salvos of them. Sometimes my dreams are very clear, set in the 'real world', in real-time events and circumstances, but sometimes they are more symbolic. This dream was of the latter type. I believe its meaning speaks for itself, so I will not try to interpret or explain it further. It is what it is. Take from this what you will. Again, and I want to be clear on this point, despite the several dreams and "hits" I and others have been getting for years I am not making a prophecy here. I'm merely sharing this information as experienced. I can not say that God has told me these things will occur. He has not. It is what it is. It is now 2022. Magog is rising, and the former Republic is on the ropes. The prophecies are being fulfilled right before our eyes, and the majority remain soundly asleep. My Dream of May 10, 2008: I am at home doing something irrelevant, and I hear "the President" speaking. I hear his voice, whether on the radio, TV or exactly how, I don't know. There are no visuals at this point in the dream, but I assumed that everyone heard his words whether on TV, Radio, or otherwise. The President is speaking to the American people, maybe giving a national/international address or possibly just talking with a select few, again, I don't know which. But what he says makes my blood run cold. At this hour, I can still almost quote his words. "Knowing what we now know, and our intelligence is certain, I will not dishonor the American people's trust in me nor shirk my duty as your commander and chief by allowing this deception to happen unknown. I have spoken with key members of Congress and with the justices of the Supreme Court, and we agree that I can not step down from my office until this danger is past. Once this crisis is averted, I assure you, the American people, that I will step down, and our Republic will be preserved for our children and future generations of Americans." This is very close to what he said if not the exact words. The POTUS will not relinquish power until after these things happen. Now, in 2021, it is clear that the single-party overlords of the former USA will never permit the restoration of the former Republic. As the President's voice fades away, I hear a whistling sound. I look out of a window, but everything seems normal. I focus my gaze and realize I am looking at Southern California. There are many elements of this dream that can not be literally accurate. I lived in Northern California, a 12 hour or so drive north of LA. As I look at the LA skyline (from the "Grapevine" side) something feels wrong. A blanket of green mist is hanging over the city that looks like smog but isn't. I get the sense that there is something seriously wrong with the air, "Don't breath it..." I look beyond LA with no particular volition on my part, further south, and I approach San Diego, then a bit to the east, there is an explosion, and I "go there" to see what's happened. The Black Water torture training camp is under attack! I look up and out across the eastern horizon, and I see plumes of blackish smoke rising, billowing in the distance, and I know that several of the other US [FEMA] concentration camps are likewise burning. I have the sense that bands of soldiers have entered the US across the Mexican border in part to rescue their comrades from the internment camps. Who is burning the camps? I do not know. I then hear the whistling sound again. I look back to the west and see that San Diego is melting. Bubbling lava-like fingers are creeping outward from some uncertain point! Soon the ground is bubbling and churning. For a while, my gaze stays on this anomaly. Reddish black smoke is rising from cracks in the now becoming molten concrete. As the air becomes darkened with soot, I look at the buildings. They are collapsing, cascading down with the grace of intentional demolition as the ground beneath them weakens and gives way to molten lava. Like the earthquakes, I wonder what caused this to happen. I know it's not a natural earthquake; no, it's something different. Something unnatural, monstrous, but what? I have no idea. I scarcely can breathe. I am confused, disoriented. There seem to be several things happening at once, and everything is surreal. I seek to maintain my awareness in the dream that I am not really present in San Diego. I knew I was in my home in NorCal dreaming, yet I still felt my face was beginning to blister from the heat! I back away northward and upward. As I do, the heat subsides, and my senses return. I see the creeping devastation below as if I am flying through the air, or perhaps on a flying carpet of sorts, viewing this building holocaust from above. Below me I behold tendrils of flame igniting more and more of the land. I watch as freeways crumble into chasms of open flames where once there were firm ground moments before. I hear screaming, the blaring of cars' horns, the crashing of vehicles, a school bus filled with kids headed to Disneyland careens into a newly formed crevasse, and I hear someone or something laughing with demented glee! It enrages me that "he" would laugh! The crackling of flames and cracking of the earth, the rumbling of the buildings as they topple, the silence, the utter silence that followed was death! Merciful death Then, as my consciousness moves me northward towards LA I find myself at the beach. I turn slightly to the west towards Venice Beach and Culver City, where I lived for a while in the early 1980s. It feels good to be back, and I sigh. As Muscle Beach comes into view, my sense of despair gradually passes. Contented people fill the beaches. Nothing is amiss here. I again think, 'I'm just dreaming; there is no devastation occurring' in my dream. Happy people sun themselves on the beach. Kids play at the water's edge, as topless women lay on their stomachs soaking in the warm sun as ever hopeful males message their backs with oils from the tropics, as too buff weight lifters flex their muscles for the cameras and onlookers. But then I hear that sound again, that whirring noise and the cracking of the earth, and the white sand is suddenly ablaze. Many people lying on beach towels are instantly consumed in flames as people begin running to and fro in all directions in terror. But I realize to my despair that there is nowhere for them to go. And I cry out: Everyone into the water! But no one hears me of course, even though several people do just that. As I watch, a group of extremely muscled weight lifters, slowed by their grotesquely enlarged physiques, make their way like slow-motion golems in a video game to the water's edge. As they rush in slow motion toward the water, their skimpy bathing suits, highlighting far more than they conceal, suddenly 'poof' into flames like bugs hitting a zapper! Everyone on the beach is naked and blistered, running to and fro like human torches, and everyone is desperately rushing toward the water for safety and relief. But as they rush into what should have been the cooling waters of the Pacific, they scream all the more in unimaginable anguish as the waters burn them! The ocean has become like a vat of boiling acid. Still, the people stream into it like moths to a flame, climbing over the fallen scorched bodies of their peers, diving into the roiling waters that should have cooled them but that instead incinerated them in unimaginable if thankfully brief agony. I should be able to do something but all I can manage is to cry out in horror. I must flee this nightmare! I withdraw my consciousness defensively and flow inland towards McArthur Park. As I do, I hear Richard Harris' song McArthur Park playing in the background [see video below]. As the park comes into view, my sense of peace momentarily returns. Soon, as Richard Harris laments that all the sweet green icing is running down the cake, I see that the people in the park are melting. Their greened human flesh runs down their faces, arms, and chests. I see the City, its tall buildings melting as green rivulets flow down into Wilshire Boulevard as though it was a deep canyon that was becoming a veritable river of green death. The green horror thence flows into the other city streets as though they were the tributaries of Dante's vision of Hell, but I know that I am not in that Hell! No, I am witnessing the Hell we have made! This realization grants me no consolation at all. I scream! I am frantic to escape this horror. I suddenly find myself at Disney Land, the once happiest place on earth that has become a haven for pedophiles and sexual deviants. The devastation has already begun there. I want to flee, to avert my eyes, but I can not! I must witness what is happening there. And so I watch helplessly as children on cartoon character rides melt away into the roiling pavement, their innocent bodies merging with the plastics of Disney's disgraced imagination. Tall swinging structures filled with insane vacationers crumble and crash onto and into the glowing molten ground, and it consumes them. They burn; they cry out in abject terror and agony, some for a long time, others mercifully, only for a moment. Frenzied parents hold their young ones close, lovers embrace a final time as countless others, all in shock, both alone and in groups, stare in abject confusion and disbelief as millions of innocent people are, are Liquidated; evaporated; extinguished! It turned into dust and blew away into the darkly expanding void of Southern California. SoCal has become an oven where MacArthur's "Cake" is being meted, its sweet green icing running down with demonic glee. Suddenly, I heard, or better sensed, I didn't hear the words of doom, but I knew that the Order had been issued. Shiny missiles are set into motion and rise high into the skies. The Heavens fill with death. Seemingly infinite flocks of carrion fill the skies looking for human flesh to eat. Some are going that way; some are coming our way. I watch this salvo silently from above. The bombs are flying toward their various targets in our times, and I suddenly realize, making me nauseous due to its suddenness, that I am now in the Middle East, far away from Southern California. Like here, Iraq and Iran are melting, melting like LA and San Diego, but in these lands its different. Instead of running in terrifying chaos in these ancient places, I see people kneeling on the ground in prayer everywhere I look. Some are bowed low to the ground while others raise their arms heavenward in prayer, "Thy will be done!" But this is not G-d's Will! Then it dawns on me that I haven't seen anyone praying here in the US. The whistling becomes intense and the ground shakes violently. Some worshipers go up in flames while others are consumed alive as the earth opens its mouth, silently tumbling into their Jenna. I turn my head and look toward the Holy City. What seems to be a great dome, like a giant cake dish lid, is descending over Holy Jerusalem and all of the Land of Israel protectively. I marvel at this! Then several streaking missiles strike the dome and ricochet off like bugs on a car windshield, and I know Israel will survive. I turn again towards the west. I hear dogs barking and howling, feral packs of them, and my blood runs cold. Now it is night, and the darkness fills everything. The dogs howl their distress and alarm and hunger, and the sound is loud. A bright flash of light ignites the night. The forest around me explodes into flame. Our area is also burning. The heat is oppressive all around me. I'm going to burn to death! There is nowhere to flee! My skin crawls, and I flash momentarily into my recurring past life dream where dogs are a terrifying element, where they were searching for us, where red hot ovens burned the bodies of my comrades, and I bolt up in bed, distraught and dazed (as often happens when I have that dream). Whether I am awake or asleep at that moment, I can not be certain, but I arise quickly from my bed and hurry through our darkened house in Northern California to the sound of our own dogs barking, and those of our neighbors' dogs. Is this real? Am I awake now? Is there a fire? I opened the door and stepped out into the freezing night air (it probably wasn't that cold, being that it was May, but the coolness shivered me to the bone nonetheless. I quickly went back inside and dressed). As I walk out into the yard wrapped in my favorite Indian chadar (shawl), the dogs stop barking, curious no doubt about what I am doing up so late. It is around 3:30 AM. I stand there for a few minutes breathing in the cool night air wide awake yet utterly fatigued. There is no way I would be getting back to sleep soon. I decided to write this dream down while it's clear in my memory. What does this dream mean? Time will tell perhaps. Maybe it means nothing; I can at least hope it means nothing, but I know better. The question is, what? My best advise is to prepare for the days and years ahead as best you can. The long term future of the earth is incredibly promising, but the near future will be harder than most people imagine possible. As Americans, we have become spoiled. We know nothing of true hunger, fear, poverty, or war. Those who survive will become well acquainted with these things. We are being held accountable for what we have done, and I believe that accounting is now underway. WE are to blame.

The biggest storm in human history is coming soon.

Are you ready?

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