Prophetic Warnings: Nightmares of President Hillary Clinton

Brookline possesses a special ability that enables her to communicate with the spiritual environment. The ability also allows her to have premonitions through dreams and nightmares. Brookline had several nightmares that forewarned her about the upcoming presidential election, and she wanted to share them with the readers. The nightmares have influenced her decision in who to vote for as president. Following she tells her account of her nightmares in her own words.

Prophetic Warnings: Nightmares of President Hillary Clinton

I consider myself a devoted Democrat. I agree with the Democratic agenda which favors social programs, civil rights, and the environment. I feel the Democratic agenda would be better for the nation. At first when comparing Democratic and Republican candidates, I felt the Democrats would be best.

Hillary Clinton has been the favor to win over all the Democratic candidates. She is predicted to win over whoever the Republican candidate may be and become the first woman president. Without question I had planned to support her with my vote. I told myself she would be good for the nation. It would be like getting Bill Clinton back in the oval office. I did not pay much attention to his policies when he was president. I was too young to vote during that time, and I did not pay any attention to politics. All I remember about him were his scandals. however, I heard a lot of say he worked wonders for the country during the 1990s. As spouse to President Hillary Clinton he would direct, and dictate her decision and policy making. The magic that he worked in his presidency would manifest through his wife and pull this nation out of the rut George Bush created. Hillary Clinton would be the door to our nations saving power. Yes, I had decided that I would surely vote for Bill and Hillary Clinton for president.

Then I started having nightmares. All together I had four of them. Hillary was apart of three of them. The first nightmare I had began as a strange dream. It was set in a faraway desert setting. I saw a great multitude of people as far as my eyes could see. There were so many people so packed and crowded close together the ground could not be seen. The people were of all races and all ages.

In various spots in the sea of people were huge rocks. On top of the rocks stood old, wise men. They had long bushy white hair and long bushy white beards that reached their knees. They were dressed in full, long robes, the kind that men wore during the biblical days, and they each held a big thick book. With one hand each old man directed the movement of the sea of people, while occasionally looking into the open book held in the other hand. The people moved through and around each other in an orderly fashion.

Suddenly a gigantic rock appeared in the mist of the multitude of people. A woman stood on top of the rock. She wore long, flowy robes, and a veil was loosely wrapped around her head. The woman on the rock lift up her arms and waved them in the air at the old men on their rocks. All the men fell off their rocks and landed in the crowd. The woman began waving her arms in the air directing the movements of the multitude of people. Around and around she turned on her rock waving her arms as if she was directing an orchestra.

Under her direction the mood of the crowd changed. They began pushing and shoving each other. Arguments and fights broke out amongst them. People were pulling out swords and knives and used them to attack anyone who got in their way. Some people pulled out chains and shackles, bound people with them, and dragged them away. There was screaming and crying. All order was lost.

Then a sand storm came, causing even more discord. Throughout the commotion the woman continued to direct the people. Mysteriously the multitude of people began thinning out. People were vanishing. All that was left were a few, whole, dead bodies of trampled people and scattered body parts. Still the woman continued waving her arms.

As the sand storm blew, the woman's veil was blown off, and I saw her face clearly. She had the face of Hillary Clinton.

In the second nightmare I was in a great, big mansion. It kind of resembled the White House. I was walking throughout the mansion checking all the doors, making sure they were securely locked and that the security system was turned on. After making sure the house was secured I decided to go relax in the sitting room and read a book.

When turning around the corner in the hall, I walked right into Bill and Hillary Clinton. The two were standing side by side, holding hands as they do in real life. Their faces were ugly and horrifying. Their eyes were big, glassy, and ringed in dark circles. Their cheeks were shallow, and their skin was like white, thin, crepe paper. Their hair was disheveled and uncombed, and their clothes were dirty.

"What are you doing here?!" I said. "You shouldn't be here!"

Bill and Hillary paid me no attention. They walked around me. The two walked throughout the mansion and unlocked every door in the house, and they deactivated the security system. I followed behind them relocking the doors time they unlocked them. I told them to stop, but they would not listen to me. Bill and Hillary were like zombies.

The fourth nightmare was not quite a nightmare. It was more like a very strange dream. In it I saw a group of three young white women. They were walking through a hall of what appeared to be an older office building. The floors were polished marble and the ceiling was high. There was solid wood paneling and walls. The women were laughing and talking. They were on their way to the elevator at the end of the hall. When they got to the elevator, its polished dark hard wood door opened. There standing in the doorway was a casually dressed Bill Clinton. He stood with one hand on his hip and the other hand on the door post. He had a forward grin and dancing eyes.

"Hi there, hot cakes," he told to the young white women.

The three women suddenly became scared and ran away from the elevator. Bill Clinton ran after them. There was an open window nearby. The young women jumped through the open window one after another to get away from Bill Clinton. Their landing to the ground was a long ways down. Instead of falling heavily, the women floated lightly like falling feathers.

The women landed on their feet in the middle of a sidewalk. They had landed in a busy Washington D.C. downtown area. The building they had jumped out of was gone, but they were surrounded by other tall buildings. The signs and titles of the building were in foreign languages. All the people who were walking in crowds going up and down the sidewalks, going in and out of the buildings and businesses, driving cars and crossing streets were Asian, Middle Eastern, and East Indian. Banners of red, orange, and gold, popular colors displayed in the east were everywhere. No one spoke English. The people communicated with each other in their foreign languages.
The three white women looked all around with stretched eyes and their mouths agap. They acted as if they were lost.

"What happened?! Where are we?! What happened?!" they said, looking confused as they turned around in circles, feeling lost.

The fourth nightmare I had was set in what appeared to be a train station. There were a lot of people there. There were women and men of all ages, and there were children. Everyone at the station was dead and waiting to be sent to Heaven or Hell. Everyone there had books which were filled with their life's deeds and doings. The older people had more books, but the younger souls had only a few books. Everyone there was talkative and excited. They were all talking about Heaven and how eager they were to get there. Bill and Hillary Clinton were with the dead people. They were talkative and excited too.

Soon a man dressed in a station master's suit appeared. He announced that the Heaven Train would be arriving soon and those who were going to ride it had better get prepared. He passed out to everyone white garbage bags with red draw strings. He told everyone to put their books inside the bags and then tie the bags shut. Then another man dressed in a station master's suit appeared, carrying a stack of white garbage bags with yellow draw strings. He announced that the bags he carried were for the people who were going to ride the Heaven Train. All those who were not getting the bags were going to ride the Hell Train. He instructed those who were going to ride the Heaven Train to put their bags with the red draw strings into the bags with the yellow draw strings. Then he began passing the bags out to all those who were Heaven bound.

Most of the adults and all of the children received a second bag. They jubilantly put their bags of books in them and tied them shut. However, Bill and Hillary were amongst the adults who did not receive a second bag, and they were in a state of despair. Bill frantically went to the man handing out the bags and told him he forgot to give bags to Hillary and him.

"I'm sorry," said the man, "but you two aren't suppose to have the second bag."

"That can't be! That can't be!" cried Bill Clinton.

He started wondering around the station looking for spare bags and asking people did they have any extras of the second bag that they were not using. No one had one to give him. He returned to his seat next to Hillary. The two sat in deep despair and fear. When the Heaven Train arrived all of its passengers ran out in excitement with their bags and boarded the train. Bill and Hillary Clinton were left behind with the few remaining adults, waiting for the Hell Train.

My four nightmares were scary and created thoughtful concerns. They had meaning and symbolized something. After careful consideration I gained their understanding. The first nightmare spoke of confusion. The old men represented wisdom. They guided the people with wisdom by using the books they held which represented the law. Order was kept using the law to direct the people. When Hillary Clinton started directing the crowd, she rejected wisdom by using her power to knock the old men off their rocks. She guided the people without using the law when she directed without holding a book. Chaos and confusion resulted from her leadership and authority.

The second nightmare symbolized insecurity. In the nightmare when Bill and Hillary Clinton unlocked all the doors and turned off the security system that meant they would make decisions that would make the nation vulnerable to threats and danger. When they would not listen to me telling them to stop unlocking the doors, this meant they would not listen to nor take anyone's advice against their bad decisions. Their zombie state symbolizes that they would not feel any guilt nor remorse for their bad decisions.

The third dream had two parts with two different meanings. The first part of the dream where Bill Clinton appeared meant that he has not changed from his whoremonger ways. He would surely be chasing after women in the White House if Hillary becomes president. The second part of the dream where downtown Washington DC. was like a foreign place meant that if Hillary Clinton is elected president a lot of people from the middle and far east would be brought to America. They would be given professional jobs in private businesses and in the government. White American people, who mostly hold these jobs, would be just like the three white females. They would be unemployed, shocked, and feeling lost. White Americans would be turning around in circles with their eyes stretched and saying, "What happened?! Where are we?! What happened?!"

The fourth nightmare simply symbolized that Hillary and Bill Clinton are doomed for damnation.

I gathered from my four nightmares that it is very possible that Hillary Clinton can become the president of the United States. The four nightmares were prophetic warnings and revelations of what President Hillary Clinton's leadership and authority would bring on this nation. The United States would be a nation doomed with chaos and confusion.

In the Bible Jesus told a story about a man who was demon possessed. The demon left out of the man. It wondered from place to place, looking for somewhere or someone to inhabit. However, he could not find any place to suit him. He became acquainted with other demons who were seven time worse than he. The demon alone with his new demon acquaintances returned to the man that he left. The demons found the man "empty". Since he was "empty" the demon and his demon friends entered the man. The last state of that man was worse then his first state.

President George Bush's administration is in a way leaving the government and the citizens empty. His leadership and authority has caused many American people to feel frustrated with and fearful of the government. The fear and frustration has caused a lot hopelessness and emptiness. Many Americans are thinking back on the time before George Bush when the economy was good and nation was not in a war- the time when Bill Clinton was president. They credit the nations well being to Bill Clinton and the nations troubles to George Bush. These fearful, frustrated people long for the time of President Bill Clinton and wish that time could came back. They think, as I did, that by voting for Hillary Clinton they would be reelecting Bill Clinton as president. Then everything would be better. The economy would improve, the country would get out of the Iraq war, and life would be so such better.

Amazingly in our desperation, somehow the controversy surrounding the Clintons in the past has been forgotten, as if the minds of the American people have been wiped clean by a witch's spell. Hillary and Bill Clinton, however, are hiding their true intentions for returning to the White House, and their intentions are sinister. If Bill and Hillary return to the White House, as the demon and his friends returned to the man, all their past controversy would return seven holds and their advisors would be seven times worse then the advisors of Bill Clinton when he was president and even worse then the advisors of George Bush. The nation would be in more trouble, more chaos, and more confusion than George Bush would ever cause.

The four nightmares frighten me. Like all dreams and nightmares, they were very realistic. I do not know what brought them on. I am not a politically astute person. Perhaps I ate too much rich food before going to bed, or perhaps I have been watching too much FOX and CNN news. Regardless of what caused me to have those nightmares, the nightmares have made me reconsider voting for Hillary Clinton to be president. I have firmly decided that I will not vote for her in my state's primary election, and if she becomes the democratic presidential candidate, I will not vote for her to be president. If she does win the presidency, my conscience will be clear and my hands will be clean of all the chaos, confusion, turmoil, and embarrassment Presidents Hillary and Bill Clinton will cause.

But, who will I vote for? All of the Republican candidates are unthinkable. I asked my family what Democratic candidate do they think would make the best president. Poor Aunt Rosario told me that my nightmares were foolish fancies. She announced that she is supporting Hillary Clinton. She said voting for her would be like voting for Bill Clinton again. She said he was one of the best presidents America has ever had. Baal said she thinks John Edward would make a good president. She like his wife Elizabeth because she is a very spirited woman. Zeet said if he could vote he would vote for Barack Obama. "He reminds me of myself in personality and looks when I was alive," reasoned the one hundred thousand year old soul. Aunt Yuzuyu does not care who becomes president. "They're all a bunch of finks!"said she. Good nature Braun believes all the candidates would make a good president.

Who will I vote for? I do not know. I'll probably pick someone at the last minute. However, I am certain for sure that I will not vote for Hillary Clinton.

Brookline's intention to the readers is not to influence you in your vote for president. She only wanted to share her nightmares and thoughts. Perhaps some of you have had the same sort of nightmares too.