I found myself in a third world country in my dream. (Sorry to disappoint the naysayers and doom and gloomers, but it was NOT the USA!) I felt it was an island I had been sent to. I thought there is a lot of turmoil here. We need to batten down the hatches in this building. The building was not every strong. The main part of the house was like an adobe or “weak” cement. But there were large windows and a porch that were the main entrance and the door was not really a door. As night I approached I decided to secure the building to the best of my ability. I used wired to tie doors and windows to the frame next to them. I “booby trapped” the area coming in to the best of my ability. Continue reading The Wind Whispers…