20/11/2025
On 20th November 2025, I had a dream in which all the dead who died without Christ came out of their graves and lined up in two long rows for judgment.
The venue looked like a Catholic church. A man dressed like the Pope entered first, along with the altar servers, walking in the same manner that Catholic priests do before Mass begins.
I was among the few ensuring that everything was done in an orderly manner. I was in charge of the first line. After allowing the man dressed as the Pope—who appeared to be the judge—to enter and sit on a throne-like seat, the altar servers sat on different seats by the side of the altar.
The judgment began as I allowed the men and women in the first line to go and kneel in front of the altar, group by group, because they were many.
As I stood there watching, the judgment was fast. They would quickly get up and head back toward their graves.
I asked a man standing close to me, “What could the judge be saying to them?”
He said, “The judge is telling them that there are no more opportunities for them to repent of their sins. Therefore, they have been judged and found wanting.”
The look on their faces was the saddest I had ever seen.
Then I saw two men I knew standing in the line. “These men are still alive on earth,” I said to the one beside me. One of them is a fellow church member, and the other is my colleague at work.
“How is it that they’re on this line among the dead, being judged?” I asked.
He replied, “Some people you see on the earth are walking dead.”
I felt pity for them, and then I woke from the dream.
Michael.
