Dream I had on the night of Monday April 5th-6th 2021
This dream began as I was standing outside of a home in a small neighborhood of downtown
SLC. I don’t know anyone who lives there, but I felt familiar with this street in the dream. The
houses were small and well manicured, and I was helping a non-member lady plant some
flowers in her front flower bed. I was dumping topsoil into her flower bed when someone from
next door yelled out to hurry and come to their house. I moved quickly and was soon inside their
front door. There was a flurry of activity in the house and I stood there as I was told that the
Prophet had just asked everyone to gather their things and leave. (We were given a very short
deadline, which seemed to me to be between 1-2 days.) This woman was an active member
and had received this message from the Prophet, but the exact form of delivery for this
message was never revealed to me.
The weather outside was mild. It was cool, and the leaves were new on the trees. I would guess
it to be late spring. No snow was on the ground at this place in Downtown Salt Lake.
As I watched this woman and her family begin to make preparations to go, I was instantly
transported into what I felt to be the offices of KSL or some other major news station in Salt
Lake. I had arrived here immediately after they had also received this message from the
prophet. I was never able to ascertain how the message was sent or received, but remember
speculating in the dream that it must have been a mass email or YouTube video. I was surprised
that it had come this way and so openly. I had expected it to be quietly given to the saints in
some other way. I stood in the offices of this news station and watched as everything turned to
commotion. Many were anxiously cleaning out belongings from their desks and a flurry of phone
calls were being made to family and friends. The ONLY word I heard them saying above the din,
was “Prophet”. I have never been in any of their offices so this was a surprise to me to be
standing there and VIVIDLY seeing all the hustle and bustle that was going on all around me. I
watched as news anchors that were about to go on TV, suddenly put others in their place who
were not intending to leave, and tell them how to do their jobs. Many people who were not going
were watching the same anxious flurry and quietly talking amongst themselves. I knew their
thoughts as if they were clear words spoken out loud. One man was silently thinking about how
excited he was to finally get to be the anchor, and felt he had always deserved the role anyway.
Another woman was thinking about how odd the “Mormons” were and would be glad when they
would finally be gone. Yet I remember her smiling to everyone and kindly assisting people as
though she was genuinely concerned for them. That puzzled me.
I stood against a grey wall and was worried about how my wife was taking this news, and
wondering how I would be able to get home. I had only begun that thought, when I suddenly
became aware of a woman standing next to me. She was an older woman, but very elegant and
serene. She began to calmly reassure me that everything would be ok. I believe she had been
there to be interviewed earlier that day and was still in the building when the word from the
Prophet had come. She was also very anxious but only in her desire to be obedient and get
going. She kindly offered to call my wife and assure her that it was all ok and to do as the
Prophet had asked. It was only as she was speaking to my wife that I understood who she was.
She said, “Camille, this is Sister Sheri Dew.” I couldn’t believe what was happening, and it was
all so very real. She was able to convince my wife that all would be well and to not be afraid, to
which I was very grateful.
As soon as she smiled at me and put the phone down, I was again back in the same small,
well-established neighborhood and was standing again in this non-member lady’s front yard. We
were watching the hurry happening all around us and she was grumbling to me about how
strange the “Mormons” were sometimes. I listened to her grumbling and she disappeared inside
her front door. She reemerged again in her garage as the door opened and I saw her busily
scuffling to her car. She began packing her things as well, and I asked her “Why are you also
packing?” She then told me how every Mormon she had ever known had always been truthful to
her. “They are honest and true and I want to always be among them, so I am going as well.”
I was then made aware of standing in a church parking lot, where all manner of vehicles made
for hauling were assembling. Cars, trucks, vans, trailers, school buses and transport semi’s
were parked diagonally all squished in together. No one was parked according to the paint lines,
but were being parked by attendants. These were the first of the most prepared members who
had already been prepared and waiting to go when this call had come. There was a feeling of
what I would best call “excited-anxiety” and a fervent “buzz” in the air. The message had told
them to come to the church when ready and they would receive further information. This
information I learned was NOT for a general audience and would now be given family by family.
I stood there as I saw information passed along as to which items were allowed to be brought
with them from this point on. Many people were tossing bedding and complete bed frames out
onto the asphalt, as beds were not going to be needed. However, small mattresses for children
were permissible. That was new to me. Even as I write this I feel like that was an odd thing to
learn, but it was definitely part of the dream. :) The sun was low in the sky, but I couldn’t tell if it
was rising or setting. It was colder in the air than in the first part of the dream, but it was still the
same day.
I awoke slowly, and was aware of my bedroom, but still felt as though I could observe the dream
and even feel the chill in the air. I was still wondering about a young couple that I had seen
throwing out their twin bed and how they were permitted to keep the twin mattress, when music
started playing loudly in my mind. It wasn't harsh, but it was definitely loud and clear. In the
dream, I didn't recognize which song was playing but I clearly heard the lyrics being sung and
recognized that it was only a portion of the entire song. When I woke, I hurried to my hymn book
and searched for a long time until I found the exact song. It kept repeating in my mind from the
word “But”, beginning in the second verse, then repeated until the entire third verse had
completed, then back again beginning at “but” in the second verse again….over and over.
Let us All Press On:
“But...an unseen pow’r will aid me and you in the glorious cause of truth.”
“Fear not, though the enemy deride.
Courage, for the Lord is on our side.
We will heed not what the wicked may say,
But the Lord alone we will obey”
“If we do what’s right we have no need to fear, for the Lord, our helper, will ever be near;
In the days of trial, his Saints He will cheer, and prosper the cause of truth.”
This dream began as I was standing outside of a home in a small neighborhood of downtown
SLC. I don’t know anyone who lives there, but I felt familiar with this street in the dream. The
houses were small and well manicured, and I was helping a non-member lady plant some
flowers in her front flower bed. I was dumping topsoil into her flower bed when someone from
next door yelled out to hurry and come to their house. I moved quickly and was soon inside their
front door. There was a flurry of activity in the house and I stood there as I was told that the
Prophet had just asked everyone to gather their things and leave. (We were given a very short
deadline, which seemed to me to be between 1-2 days.) This woman was an active member
and had received this message from the Prophet, but the exact form of delivery for this
message was never revealed to me.
The weather outside was mild. It was cool, and the leaves were new on the trees. I would guess
it to be late spring. No snow was on the ground at this place in Downtown Salt Lake.
As I watched this woman and her family begin to make preparations to go, I was instantly
transported into what I felt to be the offices of KSL or some other major news station in Salt
Lake. I had arrived here immediately after they had also received this message from the
prophet. I was never able to ascertain how the message was sent or received, but remember
speculating in the dream that it must have been a mass email or YouTube video. I was surprised
that it had come this way and so openly. I had expected it to be quietly given to the saints in
some other way. I stood in the offices of this news station and watched as everything turned to
commotion. Many were anxiously cleaning out belongings from their desks and a flurry of phone
calls were being made to family and friends. The ONLY word I heard them saying above the din,
was “Prophet”. I have never been in any of their offices so this was a surprise to me to be
standing there and VIVIDLY seeing all the hustle and bustle that was going on all around me. I
watched as news anchors that were about to go on TV, suddenly put others in their place who
were not intending to leave, and tell them how to do their jobs. Many people who were not going
were watching the same anxious flurry and quietly talking amongst themselves. I knew their
thoughts as if they were clear words spoken out loud. One man was silently thinking about how
excited he was to finally get to be the anchor, and felt he had always deserved the role anyway.
Another woman was thinking about how odd the “Mormons” were and would be glad when they
would finally be gone. Yet I remember her smiling to everyone and kindly assisting people as
though she was genuinely concerned for them. That puzzled me.
I stood against a grey wall and was worried about how my wife was taking this news, and
wondering how I would be able to get home. I had only begun that thought, when I suddenly
became aware of a woman standing next to me. She was an older woman, but very elegant and
serene. She began to calmly reassure me that everything would be ok. I believe she had been
there to be interviewed earlier that day and was still in the building when the word from the
Prophet had come. She was also very anxious but only in her desire to be obedient and get
going. She kindly offered to call my wife and assure her that it was all ok and to do as the
Prophet had asked. It was only as she was speaking to my wife that I understood who she was.
She said, “Camille, this is Sister Sheri Dew.” I couldn’t believe what was happening, and it was
all so very real. She was able to convince my wife that all would be well and to not be afraid, to
which I was very grateful.
As soon as she smiled at me and put the phone down, I was again back in the same small,
well-established neighborhood and was standing again in this non-member lady’s front yard. We
were watching the hurry happening all around us and she was grumbling to me about how
strange the “Mormons” were sometimes. I listened to her grumbling and she disappeared inside
her front door. She reemerged again in her garage as the door opened and I saw her busily
scuffling to her car. She began packing her things as well, and I asked her “Why are you also
packing?” She then told me how every Mormon she had ever known had always been truthful to
her. “They are honest and true and I want to always be among them, so I am going as well.”
I was then made aware of standing in a church parking lot, where all manner of vehicles made
for hauling were assembling. Cars, trucks, vans, trailers, school buses and transport semi’s
were parked diagonally all squished in together. No one was parked according to the paint lines,
but were being parked by attendants. These were the first of the most prepared members who
had already been prepared and waiting to go when this call had come. There was a feeling of
what I would best call “excited-anxiety” and a fervent “buzz” in the air. The message had told
them to come to the church when ready and they would receive further information. This
information I learned was NOT for a general audience and would now be given family by family.
I stood there as I saw information passed along as to which items were allowed to be brought
with them from this point on. Many people were tossing bedding and complete bed frames out
onto the asphalt, as beds were not going to be needed. However, small mattresses for children
were permissible. That was new to me. Even as I write this I feel like that was an odd thing to
learn, but it was definitely part of the dream. :) The sun was low in the sky, but I couldn’t tell if it
was rising or setting. It was colder in the air than in the first part of the dream, but it was still the
same day.
I awoke slowly, and was aware of my bedroom, but still felt as though I could observe the dream
and even feel the chill in the air. I was still wondering about a young couple that I had seen
throwing out their twin bed and how they were permitted to keep the twin mattress, when music
started playing loudly in my mind. It wasn't harsh, but it was definitely loud and clear. In the
dream, I didn't recognize which song was playing but I clearly heard the lyrics being sung and
recognized that it was only a portion of the entire song. When I woke, I hurried to my hymn book
and searched for a long time until I found the exact song. It kept repeating in my mind from the
word “But”, beginning in the second verse, then repeated until the entire third verse had
completed, then back again beginning at “but” in the second verse again….over and over.
Let us All Press On:
“But...an unseen pow’r will aid me and you in the glorious cause of truth.”
“Fear not, though the enemy deride.
Courage, for the Lord is on our side.
We will heed not what the wicked may say,
But the Lord alone we will obey”
“If we do what’s right we have no need to fear, for the Lord, our helper, will ever be near;
In the days of trial, his Saints He will cheer, and prosper the cause of truth.”