I have to admit, I'm not entirely sure what to call what I saw and felt. A vision, or premonition, I'm not too sure, because I am young and I need to share this. I have told my mother, she helped in the ways she could. I cannot tell the rest of my family, because they will think I'm crazy, and just won't help me in any way, even if they try.
My vision/premonition, was the end of the world. It came to me in the form of a dream. I'm positive it wasn't just a dream. In my vision, I was walking down a busy street. I was wearing a white top, and was by myself. I looked a bit taller, a bit slimmer than I am now. (It seems like every time I think of the details of the vision, I remember less. It becomes a blur.) I was walking away from a some place. I was about to pass a building with stairs, then the ground started shaking. The sidewalks cracked and the buildings around me started to crumble. By this time, I was awake, but I could not open my eyes no matter how hard I tried. I could feel the vibrations, and I could hear the people around me screaming. The sky turned red, and the clouds went grey and black. A funnel was in the sky. My face, was filled with shock and fear, and I didn't make a sound, all I did was gasp and breath hard while looking up at the sky.
Finally, I was able to open my eyes, but my bed was shaking and I was breathing hard and gasping like I was in my vision. I looked out my bedroom window and whispered to myself, and God "Not now, I'm not ready..." I was scared because my bed was shaking so much, for a moment I thought the entire world was shaking and that it was the end. When my shaking calmed down a bit, I felt a very, very strong presence near my bedroom door. I looked towards it and got shivers. (My mother says she knows it must've been God's presence) I swear, I think my bedroom door moved as if someone was leaving.
I burst into tears and told my mother I had a bad dream. She saw my tears and that I was shaking. She told me to just go to sleep again. I tried to, and I guess she could hear my cries from her room. She told me to get my Bible and sleep with it near me. I did so and slept in the corner of my bed with the wall against my back, my Bible close to me. I had no more dreams that night. When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I thought of was what I went through the night before. My mom asked me if I was okay, and I told her I didn't know. Through out the day, she noticed my strange behavior. I was being very, very quite and jumpy. I was constantly staring out the window and stared off in space. It took me a few days to tell her what I saw. She looked at me like I was crazy, but after I told her what I saw, she believed me. (She's trying to walk with God)
A few days or so after it, she sat me down and we read a scripture in the Bible, that related to my vision. I can't remember what verse or chapters. When we read it, the exact same thing that happened to me had happen to one of the people in the Bible. Except the man saw Heaven, I saw the End.
About two months ago, I went to Cass Technical High for an orientation that was necessary. When I exited with my mother and grandmother, I looked around and noticed the scene. I walked by a building with stairs that looked like the ones form my vision. The street was busy, and it'll always be a busy street. I noticed walking away from the school, you'd have to pass the building with the stairs. I told my mother about how it was kind of like deja vu.
Now, school is starting and I'll have to attend that school. I want to know if there was any possible way to stop what I saw. It feels like the worlds faith is resting on my shoulders. Like if there is a way for me to prevent it and I don't, then I'll feel like I've brought this upon the world earlier. If I can prevent it, I can allow the world more time. But, I don't want to make it sound like blasphemy or anything. Like I'm God and I have that power. I don't want to make it be like that at all. It's just I feel frightened knowing that everyone is about to die really soon. And as I look at the world today, I see how many people aren't going to make it to Heaven. They're not prepared, and I don't feel like I am either. I'm so young and it's scary for me to see something like that.
I know one day we all have to die, but, I just wish I didn't have to see it. Maybe I can take this as a sign for myself, and straighten up my life. I don't do anything extremely sinful except for maybe two or three things. I still sin like everyone else, no one's perfect. I'll just have to live by God's rules more.
Is there possibly any way I can stop this from happening? Is there something I can do to lessen my fear? I'm dreading the day I had the vision about. I wonder if I'm the only one who's had an experience with the end of the world. During the day, my thoughts of the end doesn't really cross my mind. But, at night, they come. I've been thinking about it more and more.
I cry sometimes at night, because I don't want people to die and suffer. People I don't know, people I do know and don't like, people I know, my family. I really, don't want to see anyone at all burn in Hell. I don't think people now actually think about the end of life. What will happen, how it'll look before you're very eyes, and that you either go to Heaven or Hell for all eternity. Death is something no one can escape, and I understand that. At times I'm having trouble accepting that.