Have you ever experienced something so wonderful you just had to share it? Then something so disturbing that you must warn folks before they are carried away. And I don’t mean to the spiritual realm, but our common grave.

I used to believe my dreams were private things — flickers of memory, fragments of fear, the mind’s way of sweeping the corners of the day. But as the years unfolded, I began to notice something unsettling: the dreams that visited me were not mine alone. They were echoes of something larger, something stirring in the world’s collective soul.

Friends, thanks for joining me. Let’s talk about what prompted this post. Two podcasts on YouTube did.  A Pastor—David Yonggi Cho, a well-known preacher and a woman who had a near-death experience. Both individuals, from different environments, experienced a similar vision in which they were taken away and given the same message.

In recent months, people everywhere — strangers, friends, and entire communities have begun speaking of dreams that feel less like imagination and more like a warning. Dreams of water rising. Dreams of fire falling. Dreams of reunions with loved ones long gone. Dreams of choices that must be made. Dreams of endings that feel like beginnings.

I recognize these dreams because I have carried versions of them my whole life.

There were nights when I woke with the sense that time itself had shifted, that I had glimpsed something meant for later. Other nights, I felt as though I had been shown a truth I wasn’t ready to hold. I never spoke of these visions, not because I doubted them, but because I doubted myself. Who was I to claim such sight?

But now, as the world trembles with its own revelations, I understand that what I once thought was personal was never personal at all. It was preparation.

Prophetic dreams are not about predicting disaster. They are about awakening courage. They are the soul’s way of saying: Pay attention. Something is coming, and you must be ready to choose differently.

And this is the thread that ties my story to the world’s story.

The same clarity that has been rising in me — the insistence that I speak truth, that I break cycles, that I walk away from what harms me — is rising everywhere. People dream because people are being called. Not to fear, but to alignment. Not to panic, but to purpose.

I have come to believe that dreams that appear globally are not random. They are invitations. They are warnings wrapped in mercy. They are reminders that the unseen world is not silent, and that the living world is not asleep.

Until My Dying Day, my life’s journey had been shaping me for what lay ahead by these whispers long before I knew how to name them had become reality. And now, as the world begins to dream aloud, I finally see the truth:

My story was never just mine. I am a part of the puzzle. It was part of a larger prophecy — one that belongs to all of us.

Until My Dying Day by B. M. Lustol is available to purchase at Dorrance Book Store on Kendel and US Amazon websites.

Thanks for reading. Stay tuned for part two of this discussion. I would like to hear of your personal dream experience; do comment below.

Until next post, take care of yourself and each other.