Under The Ice Dream – TRANSCRIPT March 17, 2025

I’m calling it The Under the Ice Dream. I had this dream between February 17th and March 17th — it stretched over about four weeks.

Okay, the dream began with me looking at the Earth as if from space. I saw a thick sheet of ice around the entire planet, but life on the surface was going on as usual — almost as if they didn’t notice the ice above them. Commerce, traffic, farming, pedestrians — however it was being done, it was all under the ice. Nobody seemed to notice, except for those in Europe, the Middle East, the United States, Russia, and China. I saw no other nations or areas that were actually aware of what was going on.

But the ones that did notice were watching the atmospheric ceiling, wringing their hands and sweating profusely. Then I saw churches full of people who were praying aggressively. I could not hear what they were praying, but it was fiery and passionate. They were walking, pacing, on their knees, making arm movements — very animated.

As they prayed, the layers of ice above the capitals of those nations began to drip, and I could see the ice layer above them getting thinner. There were people in their best suits, ties, and dresses, looking to see if anyone else was noticing the thinning of the ice. This was happening in each geographical area.

Each one of them carried two large, empty metal buckets in one hand, and a cell phone in the other — held up to their ear. They were in serious distress — you could tell from their faces, their eyes. They were nervous. The buckets clanged in their hands, but they were talking loudly on the phone. It looked like a Wall Street trading floor — chaotic. Stuff was happening.

The eyes of those watching the ice thin were laser-focused on that layer. They weren’t looking down — they were on the phone and looking up, watching the drops of water melt around them. They were getting more and more panicked. Meanwhile, the people praying were getting more and more aggressive in their prayers — louder, more movement.

The amount of water dripping suddenly increased — almost like it went from a little shower to intense rain. The ground was ankle-deep around the people watching the ice. And the floor where the people were praying? It was now on fire — not hurting them, but it was being fanned by the passion.

Then, those on the phones closed them, put one bucket on the ground, and filled the other to the brim with water from around their feet. This was done in unison across all those regions. All at once, they threw the water in their buckets up into the air, trying to get it to stick to the ice above them. They were using extreme energy, and the strain showed on their faces.

After each launch, they asked out loud if others thought it was helping to thicken the ice. But the answer was an obvious no. They screamed, threw themselves into the water, and began to thrash like fish out of water — almost like seizures, or like toddlers throwing a fit. That’s exactly what it looked like.

The ice continued to thin, and the rain was now a steady downpour. The people with buckets now covered their faces with masks. They changed their jackets — trying to disguise themselves. Some even put the buckets on their heads. They ran into things, kept tripping. Eventually, they dropped their buckets and ran into the basements of nearby buildings.

But those basements were flooding. Water was sputtering out of the entrances — like water coming up from subway steps. Still, they tried to get down there and hide. They soon came back up, soaked from trying to go downstairs. They took their shoes off, squeezed out their socks in the now waist-deep water — completely wasting their time. But they were just squeezing out socks like it would somehow help.

Then, they were running for higher ground — but they couldn’t find any. Suddenly, the structures disappeared. No place to go. Just open area — no buildings, no trees — nowhere to hide. And the water kept getting deeper.

Then I saw fields and fences all over the ground. Inside the fences were wolves and goats — both angry, circling each other, biting, nipping. Growling. Headbutting. The animals were unchained, thrown together, aggressive and stirred. But most importantly — the goats weren’t afraid of the wolves, and the wolves weren’t afraid of the goats. They were going at it. It was a full-on battle.

And in the middle of the flooded terrain — because the water was still there — among the goats and wolves, I saw a man walking toward me. With every step, the water parted. He was walking quickly toward the fields with the fighting animals. He looked up at the sky, which was now offering a steady but light rain — not as intense as before. And he spoke with a very firm voice:

“The veil is being pulled back, but no one will notice or care.
They will soon flip a coin to determine the guilt or innocence of a person,
and justice will become more watered down and dirty than it is — and no one will notice or care.
They will believe the winds are bigger than they really are,
and they will put their hope in consensus, and expect nothing less.
I warned you to brace, but many who once did are no longer even standing in the truth.
And in the Church, many do not notice or care.
Wake up to see the reality and purchase salve for your eyes,
or else you will go blind — and you might not even notice or care.
It’s a war — and you’re in it.
Grip the swords tightly and engage now.”

Four different times, he said “They will not notice or care.” That stood out.

The fighting in the fields intensified. The goats were chasing down individual wolves — three or four on one — and bringing blood with their bites. They were chewing and attacking, but neither side calmed down. The landscape was scarred, marred with holes, with damage, and with the dead.

I had this dream over four weeks. That last part — I saw it every night for at least nine nights. I tried to pay attention to the detail and write things down.

Obviously, the prayer part is important. But even more than that — there’s an apathy in our world. Things are happening, and we’ve got to get our mindset to understand. A lot of people say, “Oh, it’s going to get better and better and better.”

Even if it doesn’t get better — you and I have to live for the Lord and stay steady. We have to be Daniel in a Babylon world. We’re doing church in Babylon today.