I became aware in a building that is attached to the backside of the church I was attending at the time, adjacent to the lower parking lot where there is presently an outdoor play area in the real world. I find myself inside of what appears to be open floor plan of a daycare with many children appearing to be less than ten years of age. There where three exterior walls with windows spaced about every five feet. At this time, I was being spoken to by three maybe four children that were playing on the floor with toys, cars, block in front of a window that points towards the east and to the mountains. I was listening to the children, but more concerned at looking out the window towards the mountains.
As the children were playing and speaking to me (I do not recall what they were saying) I quickly notices outside the window, not more than half mile away was three tornadoes moving quickly and directly towards us from the fields. There was hardly time to react as I noticed that these tornadoes were twisting amongst themselves. They had a very dark grey appearance, I did not notice any debris as a normal tornado would at least be picking up dirt, grass, etc. I yelled loudly, “Get to the floor, there are tornadoes about to hit us!” The room panicked, as children and adults scurried to the floor, screaming and crying.
In this moment, the sound of many freight trains passes over the daycare, it shook the building, and quickly as they arrived, it was over. I got up from being over-top the children that were in front of me, my instincts must have been to huddle over the kids. I stood up and turned around to see that the daycare was untouched, however the entirety of the church and all its structure was leveled to the ground in pieces. From that direction, a familiar friend came from the debris, walked directly up to me smiling and declaring, “Isn’t God good, behold he has made all things, new!” Dream ends here.